I do not own Docotor Who and I hope you enjoy my first fanfic!
I used to hate rain. It was cold, dismal, annoying, and wet. Since I lived in the kingdom of rain (Portland, Oregon) you would think I was adapted to it, but no. Rain was my worst enemy, especially since I had to walk across the street and down a block from work to get to my car. In fact that's how my story begins.
It was one of many rainy days in Portland. Being a fool, I had actually listened to the weather man when he said, "Sunny with a high of seventy!" Someone should have just stamped the word "gullible" on my forehead. And being the gullible fool that I am, I had no umbrella, and the only thing I had to shield me from the rain was a cardigan. The trek from Lloyd Center's, Borders, over to the other end of the parking lot across the street was a deadly one.
I stood under the cover of the indoor parking lot, ready to bolt for the cross walk. I breathed in deep and dashed to the light button, after pressing it about five times I saw the little white man appear across the street. Just as I was about to dash for the other side something, or to be more exact, someone grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me backward, and what perfect timing they had because as I fell back a large pick-up truck sped by. I can honestly say my life flashed before my eyes, and since I was so busy recounting my life events I hadn't realized that I was on the ground, or on the someone that had just saved my life. After a few seconds I blinked rapidly and looked down at my savior. A man who looked to be in his mid-twenties laid pinned under me, a light smirk on his face. It took me a moment to realize the position we were in, and when I did I sprung to my feet.
As he slowly stood up I tried to get words out of my mouth, but all I did was point at him and mumble, "You… save.. me.. dead.. who.. what…". Least to say I looked like a bumbling idiot. When he stood up strait I took in his appearance. Above average, but not immensely good looks; most likely around 6' 2" and lean; dark, shaggy, brown hair; grey-blue eyes; strong jaw, and strait nose. His clothes seemed to be of the hipster origin, sporting a tweed jacket, yellow and brown polka-dot bowtie, and suspenders.
Before I could say a coherent sentence the man winked at me with a goofy grin, "Any time Jessie." Then he ran off. I was so shocked from almost getting annihilated by a truck that it took me a moment to realize, he knew my name! I was certain I had never seen that stranger before yet he knew my name; my nickname at that. Not feeling up to a chase I decided to leave it alone and ventured to my car in a daze, being extra cautious crossing the street. That man knew my name, but at the time I just assumed I had met him somewhere before and just forgot. Little did I know that I knew that man very well, or was going too soon.