I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I only own my OCs Sarah and Derek.
"Sarah, Sarah, time to get up!" My little brother yelled. I felt his body slam on top of me from beneath my blankets and I let out a yelp. I frantically tore my covers off my face so I could smack him with my pillow. He laughed evilly and darted to my door.
"Derek, that's not funny, you jerk!" I snapped. "You know it's a day off today! Why'd you wake me up?"
He giggled. "There's a funny man at the door, with a paper saying he's a cop. He wants to come in. I told him that Mom wasn't home, but he could talk to my sister. He's waiting in the living room."
I stared at him in horror. "You let him in the house!" I yelled, jumping out of bed and grabbing my hoodie. I wrestled it over my head, ran my fingers through my hair and made sure my sweats didn't have holes in them. Then I dashed down the hallway, Derek following after me.
Two people sat on our couch, a man and a woman. The woman had bright ginger hair, and was sipping on a to-go coffee, while the man had carefully styled brown hair and a suit. He was constantly fidgeting too. Something about him made me tense up, like I was preparing for trouble.
I walked around the couch, and faced them, crossing my arms over my chest. The man stood up and extended his hand while showing me his paper.
"Hello, I'm Officer John Smith. This is my partner, Donna Noble." He said. I frowned. He had a British accent so he wasn't really from here. His 'partner' stood up and extended her hand too. I shook both of them and smiled.
"Nice to meet you. Now, which one of you wants to explain to me why you're showing me a blank piece of paper?"
The two exchanged looks and John Smith looked at his paper and frowned. "Darn it, I thought you said you put the badge in the bag?" he said crossly. Donna Noble made a face at him.
"Don't make this out like it's my fault." She protested. I sighed.
"Look, if you can't prove that you're actually police, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. My brother shouldn't have let you in, in the first place." I said, shooting Derek a look. He shrugged and I made a mental note to talk to Mom about his lack of safety skills.
"I understand, but you see, there have been rumors of a strange woman appearing in this area about two years ago, and we think she may be an escaped convict that our department has been tracking." John Smith said. "Any information that you could give us would greatly help in our search."
I shrugged. "I'm sorry sir; I've only been here about that long. my family moved here a few weeks after those rumors started and within a week of our being here they died down."
"I saw her!" Derek piped up. John Smith spun to face him, excitement flaring up in his eyes.
"Really?" he asked. "Can you describe her?"
I rolled my eyes. Derek had claimed that three days after we'd gotten settled in, he'd met a woman in the woods; the rumor woman, she called herself. Mom and Dad had sent the police out there but they hadn't found anything so the story died down. It had been the last rumor about her.
"She had long red hair," Derek was saying, "And she had big green eyes. She was very sad," he continued. John Smith went down on his knee to look my brother in the eye.
"Did she say why she was sad?" he asked softly. I frowned. He sounded way too concerned about this convict. If they were chasing her down, wouldn't they be less sympathetic?
"She said her family was gone. And that it made her said. She said I reminded her of one of her sons."
John Smith smiled slightly. "Yes, I can see how she would think that." he stood and nodded to me. "Thank you for your time. Come on Donna."
The ginger followed him as he walked out the door. It slammed shut behind them and I ran forward and locked it behind them. Then I spun to face Derek. He grinned impishly at me and dashed for our parents' bathroom. I chased after him, and got to my parents' room just as he shut the bathroom door and locked it. I pounded on the wood.
"Open this door right now! You don't just let complete strangers into our house! Derek! Do you hear me?" I shouted.
"Shut up!" his muffled voice said through the door. "Do you hear that?"
I froze, terrified that those fake police were going to try to get back in. Instead, I heard a loud grinding noise, like gears whirring against each other. Like metal on metal, almost. I ran to the front window and peered out into our yard as the sound faded away. Nothing was there, so I went back to try and extract my brother from the bathroom.
"Did you scan her?" he asked, anxiously taking the screwdriver from her hands. Donna glared at him.
"What do you think I am, stupid? Of course I scanned her! Why didn't your psychic paper work on her?" she demanded. The Doctor looked at the sonic screwdriver, as he climbed up to the TARDIS consul.
"I told you already, Donna, it doesn't work on geniuses. Therefore she must be one. A genius I mean. How can I be getting these readings? Did you push the wrong button?" the Doctor plugged the sonic screwdriver into the consul and went to the screen. He tapped some buttons tapped them again and frowned.
"So this friend of yours," Donna said, sitting on the seat. "What did he tell you exactly?"
"He said that he thought he'd found another Time Lord but before he could identify them, they disappeared. All we know is that it was a woman. He told me in case I wanted to… to try and find her. He had some DNA on her that he gave to me." the Doctor said, furiously jiggling several different knobs and dials. Donna watched him.
"So could you find out who she was?" she asked, peering at the nonsensical numbers on the screen. The Doctor took a step back and swallowed hard.
"Well," he said slowly. "I did know who she was. And it appears I just found her. That girl, in the house. That was our girl."
Donna laughed. "What do you mean? That little high school kid, is a Time Lord? For real?"
The Doctor looked at her, his eyes bright. "Actually," he whispered. "She's a Time Lady." He began to run around the TARDIS pulling knobs and pressing buttons. Donna followed him.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. He didn't look back at her as he answered.
"I'm taking us back! We have to get to her! By being there we put her in danger! I have to get to her before they do!"
Donna frowned. "What are you talking about? Do you ever make sense?"
The Doctor leaned heavily against the consul as the TARDIS began to grind. "Torchwood. Torchwood is going to go after her as soon as they realize I was there, and they don't even know how much damage they could cause if she's not handled delicately."
Donna smacked him. The Doctor scowled at her.
"Why do you keep doing that?" he yelled. Donna gave him a dark look.
"Who is she!" she shouted. The Doctor looked up at the ceiling and then looked back at her.
"She's the Archivist." He said, then closed his eyes. "And she's going to hate me when she remembers."