Threads – by the Angel Huntress

A/N: Okay. It's been quite a while since I've written any fanfics cause of school and stuff. My 'Kingdom Hearts III: Unwanted Rebirth' has yet to be updated (and don't worry, I'm already almost done with Chapter 4) and I've yet to finish and publish the first chapter of my Doctor Who fic, 'The Ego, The Id, and the Idiot.' But, anyway. I've been getting back in the spirit, and I've been watching Torchwood episodes, and I'm only ½ way through Smith and Jones, because I was watching it on YouTube and those stupid administrators took it down as I was literally in the middle of it, so I have no idea what is in the third season, and if anyone…well, just PM me if, you know….Anyway. Enjoy!

This is part of my Doc Without Doomsday series, or DWD. DWD is my little alternative episodes to Doomsday, in which Rose stays with a little bit of shippy (okay, maybe a LOT) and with very different plots. You don't have to read the other DWD fics, as they don't tie together, and have absolutely nothing to do with each other. But, you know, if you did want to read the other ones…well, just review and all.

Genre: Action & Adventure/ Drama/ Humor/ Romance/ Sci-Fi/ Supernatural

Rating: T for later chapters

Ship: Ten/Rose shipper with a slight Ten/OC implied.

Setting: Takes place in the American city of Chicago, on the North Side (which is typically the 'good' side, in 2007. The name of the high school is called Marian High, which defines the name of the neighborhood. Also, the first chapter takes place in the Tardis a little (which I'm going to spell it as Tardis, because quite frankly, I think that TARDIS can be a little sore on the eyes after a while.)

Season: Takes place immediately after 'Fear Her.'

Disclaimer: If I owned it, do you really think that Bilie Piper would really leave? (and plus, do you really think that all Rose and the Doctor would do would be holding hands? Lol)

Random Author Note: And the LORD said 'Go CUBS!!'

Chapter 1 Warnings: High school drama, American attempt at British humor (which my American humor is lame anyway, so, yeah) um…not really much anything.

Chapter 1 Summary: The Tardis is somehow pulled to an American high school, for some mysterious reason. The Doctor and Rose and forced to work as staff for the day or else blow their cover. Meanwhile, enter a Sophomore girl named Samantha Baker, who is very intriguing…

Enjoy!!


Chapter 1: Teenage Wasteland

The Doctor and his nineteen-year-old companion, Rose Tyler stepped into the Tardis after leaving the year 2012. They had just gotten done with the whole Chloe Webber fiasco, and were wondering where to go next.

"So, where to next, then?" asked Rose, leaning on the rail. She watched as the Doctor scurried around the control room, hopping like a madman.

"Don't quite know yet," he replied as he approached the levers and started to fiddle around with them a bit. He stopped, coming toward her. "Let's see, we could go to 1591, Shakespeare. View some of those plays he wrote, brilliant, or we could go to the planet Devrish. They have huge beaches there just lay in the sun with nothing, but the water's purple—or—"

He stopped, with a great idea spread out on his face. "Yes! That's it! I never took you to Barcelona, did I? You know, the planet. What with the dogs with no noses. Yes!" He hopped back toward the levers.

Rose smiled to herself. She remembered the talk about Barcelona, which he had mentioned in his old form. Right before he regenerated. She really couldn't say whether or not she loved his new form (although, it wasn't really that new, it'd been months now) as much as his old form. It wasn't to say that she could really compare the two—no, there were so many differences. For instance, she didn't think that the old Doctor would've had a swordfight with the leader of the Sycorax. And she knew that the old Doctor would've never jumped into that Pit with the Beast. Or have ridden a horse through the mirror.

She continued watching him. She knew that the old Doctor, too, was more calm, as the new Doctor—her Doctor—was so…full of life. He was more open, more optimistic. Not that the old Doctor wasn't. But he was a lot more guarded than this one.

"Can't you change back?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Well…yeah."

She closed her eyes, remembering how hard it was when he first regenerated. She'd wanted the old Doctor, her first Doctor, who had grabbed her hand the first time they'd met and had said only that one word, "Run." She'd wanted the Doctor who blew up her shop, who'd faced Daleks and Slitheen and Reapers but was afraid of her mother. The Doctor who'd hugged her when she could pronounce Rexicoricophalipatoris right. Who'd call Mickey Rickey or Mickey the Idiot just to get on his nerves. With his big ears and his 'daft old face.'

And then he was gone, he'd saved her from the Time Vortex. She didn't remember what had happened then, how he'd gotten it out (he'd refused to tell her, and he'd laughed when she asked him to promise that he'd do it again if he needed to) but she knew that it was deadly and cost him his life. Or one of his lives.

He had been replaced by this new man, younger and fuller of energy, with what she supposed was natural sugar in his veins. A man who was light, who wasn't ginger, and was very eccentric. One who would press buttons that no one else would for fear it would surely kill 1/3 of the planet. One who would fight off a werewolf and ultimately get them banned from England centuries before Rose had even been born. One who'd ramble about various things for hours and hours, who'd talk so fast that Rose thought at some point he stopped taking breaths even between words. One who loved her, loved her so much but never quite in the way she wanted him to love her. She knew he thought of her, but only platonically.

There were times where she was proud of her love for him, times when she was sure that he loved her back in that way, but other times she wished she could just make it go away, because she knew nothing would ever come out of it. If she ever asked him, he would break her heart and tell her no.

She knew the curse of the Time Lords; he had told her. He would never be with her because she would grow old and die, and he wouldn't. And he would hurt, as he hurt with all the other people who'd died that he loved. And that was why he grew detached. That was the reason why he couldn't and probably didn't love her back.

He looked back at her and smiled, and all of her thoughts vanished. Here and now was what was important, now there was him, no other Doctor, no one else. He would be her best friend no matter what, and she was okay with that.

She smiled back at him, and he continued to do whatever he was doing at the control.


The alarm clock went off with a loud and continual BEEP, as the clock turned to 6:00 am. A loud groan sounded, as a sixteen-year-old girl Samantha Baker woke up.

She smacked the alarm clock, although the only result was just knocking it off the small bedside table next to the bed and onto the floor. The BEEPing noise persisted, until she finally rolled off the covers and got up to turn it off.

She yawned, stretching her arms as she opened the curtains of her bedroom window. The sun shone brightly, too brightly, as her eyes felt scorched by the light. This was her morning ritual, and the effect was refreshing and a good wake-up.

The view from her bedroom window was beautiful. Her family lived on the top floor of a ten-floor apartment building in Chicago, and her window was facing due South, and the Cityscape crystal clear. It was breathtaking, as if it was more of a portrait than real life.

Sam groggily went downstairs to the kitchen, fixing something for herself to eat. She wished that her mom was one of those awesome moms who would cook breakfast and tell her to wear a jacket and kiss her forehead before school and Sam would complain and tell her that her mom was treating Sam like a child. She wished that her mom wasn't upstairs sleeping and recovering from a hangover she had from drinking so much the night before, as she did almost every night.

And Sam wished that her father was still alive, because, well, that was were it had all started, right? Since her father had died, her mother had turned to drinking, and, well, that was almost ten years ago.

Sam ate her cereal, and hopped in the shower, getting ready for school She got back into her room, getting changed into her school uniform, before heading out to school, riding her bike as she did every day.


As the Doctor was messing with the levers, he jumped back. "No, no, no! That can't be right!"

He stepped back as the Tardis started to move, leaning back against the rail. Rose went to him, and he took her hand in his.

"What is it?" she asked, looking at the heart of the Tardis.

"The Tardis is moving on its own," he replied, frowning slightly.

"Where—"started Rose, but at that moment, the Tardis lurched.

The force sent both the Doctor and Rose flying off their feet. It stopped, though, the Tardis landing with a loud thud.

Rose felt something heavy on her, when she realised it was the Doctor. He had both of her hands clasped in his, and the fall brought them both down, their hands over her head.

She could feel his breath mingling with hers, their faces inches apart. Her breath seemed to have left her in that moment, and she could feel herself blushing madly, her face growing hot.

The Doctor had also realised the positions they were in. He felt his mind screaming at him to stop, but his hearts were saying yes. He felt himself lean closer to her, her scent intoxicating him and sending his senses reeling.

But instead he slowly stood up. He hoped that she wouldn't see him blush as he was doing, that maybe she would just shrug it off as part of the lights malfunctioning. He didn't notice her blushing.

"Where do you suppose we are, then?" asked Rose, standing up, brushing off her clothes and speaking very shakily.

"Only one way to find out," the Doctor responded, springing up. He took Rose's hand and led her to the Tardis doors, pushing whatever thoughts about her he had been previously thinking.

They seemed to have landed in some sort of supply closet, with next to no space. The Tardis doors were only able to open with but 10 inches between the doors. Rose was able to make it out of the Tardis with only a little bit of trouble. The Doctor, on the other hand, had a little more difficulty.

Rose watched as the Doctor put one leg through the opening, then started to squeeze through, but fell the rest of the way, knocking over an empty bucket and various mops and brooms in the process.

Rose tried to suppress her laughter, but found it so hard. His face was just so priceless as he seemed to get mad.

"When will humans ever learn to make things bigger on the inside?" he mumbled.

Rose laughed now. "Maybe it's cause you're bigger on the outside." She put her arms around her to represent an overweight person.

He grinned rather cheekily at her, waving his eyebrows suggestively. "You're right, I definitely am bigger on the outside."

Rose blushed at that, turning away and smiling at the innuendo. Oh, how the Doctor loved to flirt! Sometimes, though, she wished for the day when he really would mean it.

They stepped out of the storage closet (which they saw was now marked 'Janitor's Closet' and looked around.

It appeared that they were in a high school, albeit an empty one. They were in a hall now, at one of the ends of it. To the right of them was the longest part of the hall, yellow from the tint in the fluorescent lights and from the golden tile, with silver lockers lining either side of the walls, with the exception of the doors which led to the classrooms.

To the left of them was the end, which intersected another hall, titled 'main hall', which had white tiles and white fluorescent lights, and no lockers. In front of them, on the other side beyond main hall was the windows which led to a library pf some sorts, directly in front of them.

"Hey!" called a male voice. From the intersect of Main Hall stood a tall and lean man, with light brown hair and a rounded goatee. He looked about in his early thirties, with square black-rimmed glasses. He wore a suit and tie, and was obviously either a teacher or principal. He approached them.

He spoke authoritatively but humorously, in an American accent. "You must be the new substitute. School starts in a half hour; I don't need any office politics going on in the Janitor's Closet. Jeez, like the kids."

Rose's heart sank when she caught on, her face growing hot. "N-no, we were't--"

But the man smiled. "Don't worry. I won't rat on you. I'm the Principal, Charlie Lambert. What's your name again?"

The Doctor extended his hand, which Mr. Lambert took. He smiled, and replied in a perfect American accent. "I'm John Smith, and this is my fiancée, Rose. She'll be the new Lunch Lady. Now, what is it exactly that I'm substituting?"

At this, the Doctor shot a humorous glance at Rose, smiling at how they assumed the same roles as they had weeks ago. Rose only returned the look with a death glare.


A/N: Well, that was shorter than I expected! The next chapter's gonna be longer, definintely. So how do you like Sam? And I'd love to see David Tennant with an American accent. He's so good at his British one. Although I was disappointed he only got to talk in his real accent for just a short bit in Tooth and Claw. I want more!!