Hello everyone. You probably weren't expecting this, seeing as I have dismissed this story for nearly three years due to its diabolical plot and just general lack of writing skill. But, as of last night while pondering the problems of a badly sprained ankle, a new overhaul for this fanfic hit me in the face and wouldn't leave me alone. So here I am. The old chapters will soon be disappearing as I change the OC, the major and minor plots and all the plot holes. I have kept it as the same original story because the idea is similiar, though the blurb and title will also change. I am not sure if that is the normal thing to do but I'm doing it so no one can stop me muhahaha!
I have no idea whether this will be at all well received, but I figured I have time to kill for the next six weeks, my mobility is limited and I have plenty of ideas so I may as well give it a shot. Most of the old reviewers will probably be long gone and will definitive have lost interest, but if you are still there, hi. Anyone new, well welcome along for the ride. I cannot guarantee anything even half decent but heck I have nothing else to loose. Reviews very much appreciated to see if this is going anywhere from your perspective.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the stuff affiliated with it, but my characters and separate plots are mine, so hands off.
So, here goes nothing. Enjoy!
The lights of the city lingered on the tree ridden horizon, seemingly cautious of entering the tranquillity of the small hamlet. Groups of houses huddled together against the autumnal chill dancing along the breeze. Dim street lamps lit the streets, half-heartedly standing guard against the shadows of the night. In a enclosed cull-de-sac on the outskirts of the main drag of lingering lights and late night passing traffic, an upstairs light flickers into life in an otherwise sleeping home. A solitary silhouette blinks into view against a backdrop of dim light. The silhouette stops, stands straight, before crouching over a darkened object, hands dancing rapidly over it in search of a missing object.
In the room, hands traced across the originally smooth but now worn and scratched surface of the desk, blindly searching for a recognisable shape. After a few minutes of this haphazard searching technique, with nothing to show for it, feet shuffled towards a shelf on the opposite side of the wall. A few steps were managed before a problem was found, namely a heavy cast up to the knee on one leg. The silhouette faltered, brushed a few strands of hair from her face, and then sighed in annoyance.
Going back to the desk, hands once again shuffled along the desktop. In their now more hurried state, bottles and books were scattered on the desk and the floor around it as the hands rooted through organisers till eventually they grasped a small notebook between them. Pages were turned till fresh, unused paper surfaced from the mass of scribbled pages previous to it. Placing the book on the desk after carelessly sweeping everything else in the surrounding area off the desk, a chair was pulled up, sat in and then scooted forwards till the silhouette was close enough to the desk that he cast foot wasn't uncomfortably positioned. Then, one hand went to the silhouette's own neck as a pen was snagged out from under her pyjama top from round a metal chain. The cap was clicked off and then switched between hands as the right palm kept the notebook straight while the left touched ink to paper. In the gloom of early morning, the teenage silhouette closed her eyes and let the pen to the talking to the blank surfaces of the page.