A/N So I've decided to do a Doctor Who story and hopefully it will be brilliant. However after reading this chapter you might not think so. You'll probably think that it's some cheesy breaking-the-fourth-wall plot. But you are going to have to trust me because that is not the plot line. It's a much better plot line but I can't tell you the plot line because that would be spoilers and we all know spoilers aren't allowed!
"Hey space freak! Your alien mom and dad come to get you yet?" A football player jeered as a girl entered the cafeteria. The others laughed as she walked to the lunch line. Steel blue eyes scanned the rows of food as she angrily pushed her hair behind her ears.
"Have I ever told you that your hair is the perfect mix of blonde and brown? That I would love it if you went to the target range with me this weekend? Oh and that you shouldn't let those jerks bother you?" She turned to face a young man with a lop-sided grin on his face and a sonic screwdriver in his hand. With a concerned look he nodded towards the pocket her hand had been reaching for and the sonic screwdriver had recently been hiding. "See, I knew you would go for this glorified flashlight." Noting the scowl on her face he gave it back. "Besides, even if it was the real thing it's not a weapon-"
"It's a high tech screwdriver that can do more than you could possibly imagine." She cut in.
"It's a replica. A really good replica. But real or replica it can't buy you lunch and I can." He quipped, grin returning.
"And that makes you ten times more fantastic than a flashlight that looks like a screwdriver." She replied, rolling her eyes at the cashier's snort of contempt. "You really should stop buying my lunch. It doesn't exactly look good and if word gets back to the school board that something funny is going on between a tutor and a student it'll get you in trouble."
"First of all I'm not your tutor, I tutor the lug head who thinks you'd still be here if your alien parents came for you. Second of all I've known you since you were four years old and moved into the neighborhood. I've been friends with you all through high school and just because I now work at said school doesn't mean I can't buy you lunch as a nicety!" He sat down across the table with a self-satisfied air.
"Did I miss the speech? He practices it in front of the mirror each night you know." Another young man teased as he sat down next to her. "So you want to talk about more serious matters? Um, how about I don't care that you're adopted and that it doesn't matter if you are alien or human, I still love you and plan to marry you as soon as it's legal." He sighed dramatically, taking her hand in his.
"She's not an alien! She's a perfectly normal human being who has promised to marry me." The other cried indignantly. She smiled as the two boys began to bicker. They were obviously brothers; same hazel eyes, same caramel colored hair, but that was where the similarities ended. The older one had a more professional look about him, button down shirt and slacks, while the younger wore jeans and a t-shirt and looked like he belonged at the beach.
"Alright already! You both have brains and brawn in equal proportions. Now, can we eat our lunch in relative peace?" She finally interjected, grinning at their bemused looks. "Besides I'm not a 'normal' human. There is that little heart condition that's keeping me from being a world class cheerleader."
"Yes, because it's your heart condition and not the fact that you can't stand cheerleader." The older brother teased.
"So what are we doin' floating above Earth for? Can't you just pick a spot and land already? I'd like to check up on mom and gramps" Donna Noble groaned impatiently as the Doctor examined the scanner.
"Your family isn't on that planet and that isn't Earth. Well it is Earth just not your Earth." He replied, scowling as a bunch of number scrolled across the screen. "It's a prison planet. A whole planet devoted to keeping one being prisoner. Imagine how powerful that being must be that its captors had to create a planet just to keep it from escaping!"
"And let me guess you want to go down and find it, yeah?" Donna asked.
"No. I want to go down because on Fake Earth, Replica Earth I'm a show on television. Everything I've done all recorded and displayed for their entertainment. And that's not nice and I'm pretty sure it's not legal." The TARDIS jerked and shuttered as it came to halt but the Doctor didn't take his eyes off the scanner as peoples' faces flashed across its surface. "Donna, do me a favor. Go out there and find this girl."
Donna glanced at the print out of a young girl with light brown hair and blue gray eyes. "Who's this then?"
"I don't know." He replied staring at the picture. "She's important. I just don't know why and that is a really big problem.
Donna walked towards the door, turning back before opening it. "Where exactly is out there?"
"California State in the U S of A." He nodded towards the door a cheeky grin on his face. "Now go find me that girl!"
A/N So love it or hate there it is. Yes I know they don't have names, they will have names eventually but if you were watching this on T.V. you wouldn't necessarily get to know their names until later. Also for those of you who want to take an active part in this story there will be little competitions through-out the story that will allow you to decide some of the factors of the story. To take part in these competitions you have to review. So gone on. Push that little button at the bottom of your screen and review the story.
