This is my first fanfic for a very long time. I'm hoping to get back into it now I'm less busy :) Hope you enjoy, and I promise to update as soon as Chapter 2 is ready! Reviews and concrit are encouraged and welcomed Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. The Doctor and related characters and trademarks all belong to the BBC. Oh, this story will also contain some 10/Rose a little later on *^-^* Enjoy, Reader. L_M_D
Note: I freely admit to knowing absolutely nothing about Oxford University. I went there for an interview and was turned down, so yeah xD I have therefore taken complete artistic license with it's layout, it's policy on early entrance students and how it generally works, but since it's a fanfiction and therefore by definition not true, I'm sure none of you will mind xD
Chapter One - Crash Landing
Tuesday. Forget Thursdays, it was Tuesdays that the Doctor could never get the hang of. He was sat in the Control Room of the TARDIS, which was orbiting around a supernova. Rose sat on a seat opposite him, long tanned legs in shorts that the Doctor was sure were worn just to distract him.
Suddenly, the image of lazy relaxation exploded with an almighty bang. The TARDIS began to fly, and no matter what he did, the Doctor couldn't make it go off track, or even work out where they were going.
"What was that?!" Rose yelled.
The Doctor peered over the top of his glasses and muttered
"I'm not sure. Seemed like…" He was cut off as both he and Rose were flung to the ground.
"Seemed like what?"
"We're being pulled in somewhere. Something needs our help."
It was a perfectly ordinary day when Daisy Trinder left class and walked towards the library. Initially, her thoughts were occupied by the thought of the imminent pleasure of isolating herself with one of the University's manuscripts.
The ordinary beauty of the day, was interrupted, however, when Daisy noticed a large, blue box stood in the middle of the walkway.
'Student pranks.' She thought to herself. 'When will they stop?'
She surveyed the box. A police box. She briefly wondered where they had got it. Perhaps it was a prop. The theatre nerds were always pulling pranks to advertise their latest play. She knocked on the box, assuming it was manned by one of the committee members.
"Jack? Jack is this you? It's Daisy. Daisy Trinder, from the Gazette? If you like I'll do an interview about the play but you need to move this box. It's an obstruction."
Her conviction wavered slightly when a man in a long brown coat and a girl that looked like a postgrad student stepped out looking slightly worse for wear.
"What play is that then?" The man inquired of her.
"Well you should know, since this is clearly a prop. And I'm afraid you're going to have to move it, it's in the way of the students."
"Ah. So it is. Sorry about that, I'll get that sorted… "
Rose looked at the young girl. Clearly a University student, but not the sort she'd have initially thought of. She looked young in the face, and overly serious. Too studious to be a student.
"So, if you aren't actors, who exactly are you?"
The Doctor held out his psychic paper.
"I'm Doctor Smith, this is Ms. Tyler. We're visiting research fellows."
"Then what are you doing in the box?"
"Weird, people never usually notice it." The Doctor said to himself looking curious studying the girls face more intensely. "We got a little lost. Were exactly are we?"
"Well at the moment you're smack bam in the middle of Maudlin College, Oxford and you're in my way."
"Oxford. Right. Okay then. Yes, sorry, please carry on."
"Thank you."
The girl barged passed them and began once more to head to the library.
The Doctor offered Rose his arm and the two began to wander around the college's famous grounds.
"So what pulled us here?" Rose questioned the Doctor.
"I'm not sure." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and did a scan of the surrounding area. "Nothing is coming up. The TARDIS didn't recognise any alien life."
"So, Oxford University, eh?"
He smiled at the girl on his arm. "Indeed. Passed many a pleasant summer here."
"You went to Oxford University?" Rose looked at him, shocked.
"900 years of time and space. Course I did!"
"So what do you do when you're stuck in Oxford with no aliens to fight and no one to rescue?"
"Oh someone needs rescuing Rose. I just don't know what from."
"So what do we do?"
The Doctor thought for a moment.
"We find out of course."
"We're going to a library aren't we." Rose sighed. Libraries weren't her thing.
The Doctor just grinned at her.