Here you go. New story. I don't own Doctor Who.
Please review. I want to know what you think.
Ward 6, Knightsbridge Hospital London, 2/10/1999
I only start here because it seemed fitting to start at the beginning and work from there. So… Here we are. Mum says I screamed for hours after being born. She claims I protested to my own birth like a teenager protests to being woken up early.
From the moment I was born, my father was absent. He wasn't at my birth and when he got the call he hung up and ordered another drink from the bar he was in. My mum didn't mind. She's always been strong like that and, with me bawling in her arms, she didn't have time to deal with her boyfriend. I was her biggest concern and I have been since. Her unemployed boyfriend who spent his time hanging out in bars was not someone she wanted around any longer. He's my father but his name has never touched my birth certificate.
My mum said that I was the cutest baby most of the doctors had ever seen. They took their breaks trying to get a good look at me as I screamed and whined. I became an instant celebrity. Half the people in the hospital wanted to see what was causing such a noise and the other half wanted to catch a glimpse of the cutest baby in the hospital that day. I was the right size and had a mess of curling black hair. My eyes were green and generally wet with tears. I was slightly on the chubby side, my mum always takes great joy in telling me, with big cheeks that made me look slightly like a hamster. I didn't have any control of my limbs and flailed them about randomly, flicking out at my mum.
"Wonder what's got her so upset." each doctor who came to see me mused.
To them I was a perfectly happy and healthy baby. I could hear better than most babies they had dealt with. I was active and squirming. I had the strongest set of lungs they had seen on a baby. However, I wouldn't stop crying.
None of the doctors really stayed long after hearing me scream. I was a loud baby so each made their excuses about other patients or it being the end of their break. My mother just smiled as they went. She was happy to be left alone with me, her little baby girl. She hoped the quiet would help me to calm down.
It didn't.
"You need to quieten down." my mother cooed, cradling me against her chest. "Get some sleep."
I kept screaming. Babies don't normally listen to people.
Then a man came in. My mum remembers him well – spikey hair, brown suit, madcap grin. She has always told me he was a skinny tall man with something about him that was incredibly young and something about him that was incredibly old as well. My mum said it was his eyes that made him look like that. He looked down at me and then up at my mum.
"She's got a lot to say." the man said. "May I…?"
Although cautious about giving her new-born to a man she had never met, my mother was reassured by something about this man. She nodded and he cupped his arms into a cradle. Slowly I was placed into his grasp. The man smiled down at me and soothingly asked me what was wrong. I kept crying.
The man lifted me up, cupping me closer to him. He murmured something softly and gently rocked me to and fro. There was a slight smile on his face as he cared for me. Slowly my screams began to subside. I stared up at him with a look of slight confusion in my green eyes.
"How did you…?" my mother began, wonderstruck by what the man had just done.
The man didn't listen. He was too busy talking quietly to me. His words were reassuring and careful and his arms rocked me back and forth.
"It's okay. Worst things have happened, trust me. Being born is an achievement – you get a certificate and everything." the man assured me.
He looked up at my mother and asked my name. My mother answered that my name was Alexis Samantha Morganson. A look of shock spread across the man's face, flickered and then disappeared. It was replaced with a small smile. He said the name seemed perfect. My mum remembers a sense of pride at that. When everyone else had said how cute I was it didn't matter but there was a sense of serenity in the man's voice.
"How about you go back to your mother now, Alex?" the man said, handing me back to my mother.
My mum took me carefully, worried I was going to start crying again.
Then a bleeping filled the air. The man's eyes lit up with horror and he reached into his pocket. He fished out a slim mobile phone and looked at the message on the screen. He glanced up, looking at my mum and then down at me.
"I need you and Alexis to stay in here." the man told my mother.
My mum shifted, looking from me to the man. She asked what was going on.
"Something bad. Something bad enough to risk the universe being destroyed. Stay in this room and Alexis will be safe." the man promised. "Don't leave this room for any reason, nothing. I will send someone to get you."
He turned to the door and disappeared outside. My mother stayed in bed, holding me close. She watched as the man closed the door and then a blue light and a strange distant whine came from the other side of the door. Weakly my mother shifted me so she held me in one arm. She moved forwards and caught hold of the metal handle to the door. It was cold. Tentatively she twisted the handle down. Somehow the man had managed to lock the door and lock us in.
Looking through the window, she managed to catch a glimpse of the man moving off at a brisk pace. Then she saw a teenager with long curling brown hair race past. The teenager was shouting something about a doctor and grabbed the man's wrist, dragging him off down one of the sterile corridors.