This is my first proper story, I've got a storyboard, plans, plot and character/alien ideas. Creative critique would be lovely.

Sadly, I do not own DW...just yet. So disclaimer. EP1PRT1

Episode One. Not so Bad a Pirate.

2nd, November, 2010, Glasgow.

Lauren Taylor and Emma Hughes sat on the large, red couch staring at the television. The images on the were blurred but the sound was still blaring out, screams of people. Of mothers and children, elderly and infants, families and those who were bound to die alone. The images refocused and the pictures were eligible- the blue-scaled men armed with gun had rounded the last few survivors into the middle of the street. Lauren gaped and stared as one of the broader men in the group tried to run and was shot down with no hesitation.

"You said he'd be here, Lauren," Emma whispered clutching her bestfriend's hand.

"He said he would be here, eleven years exactly, that's what he said- he promised me," Lauren insisted, staring at the television, the picture was clear but the camera kept being blocked out by some sort of bush and tree.

Lauren reached for the remote and typed in the number for the Scottish news and the results were the same. The blue-scaled men, all armed, surrounded the helpless people.

"How many do you think are still alive?" Emma murmured, staring at the corpses littering the ground on the screen.

"I..I don't know."

"Hello? Who're you? What...what's going on?," a man's voice came from behind them and the girl's heads whipped around to see a lanky man with ruffled brown hair and hazel eyes wearing a pinstriped blue suit, looking rather lost and staring at the television with worried eyes.

"You...Doctor-" Lauren spluttered out and gaped at the man, "It's you, you came."

Eleven Years, Exactly, Before.

Eight-year-old Lauren Taylor sat on the park bench and watched as her mother played in the sandbox with her favoured, younger brother. She watched as all the other children played and laughed, as she sat there all on her own. A tall, gangly man with funny, messed up hair walked over to her and sat down beside her on the park bench where the dark maroon paint was peeling off.

"Hello, Lauren," the man smiled, there were small beads of tears in his eyes as the little girl stared at him incredulously.

"How...how'd you know my name, mister?"

The man laughed and took out a bit of paper from his suit pocket and scribbled something down on it, and handed it to her. She stared at it and read it over. 'Eleven years today, your house. I'll be there and 'SECTION 23 SUBSECTION A'.

"What's your name, mister?" The little girl looked up at him, big round brown eyes staring into his soul.

"Me? Oh, I'm the Doctor," he smiled and looked out into the frost covered park where the children were playing. "Why aren't you over there with your Mum, Lauren?"

He turned his attention back to her as her small fists balled up.

"She doesn't want to play with me, it's Shane she wants to play with-"

"That seems unfair to me, Lauren, why? Why doesn't she want to play

with you?"

"She just likes Shane better, that's all, and why are you talking to me? I don't know you."

"You trust me though, don't you ,Lauren?" The eight-year-old nodded her head, "I have a ship, and one day...one day we're going to fly through the stars in it."

Tears started to drip down his cheeks again and Lauren rummaged through her pockets, trying to find something and brought out a used tissue and handed to him. He smiled and folded it over and dabbed his eyes with the unused half, putting it back into his own pocket.

"You're a pirate?" Lauren gasped and stared at the gangly man, "You have a ship that can fly?"

The Doctor threw his head back and laughed, "No, I'm not a pirate. Pirate's are bad, mean even but I don't hurt or steal from people. Yes, would you like to see my ship?"

He got off of the bench and crouched beside her, looking her big, round, brown eyes.

"Yes please, Doctor-" she paused and looked over at her mother who was still not paying her any attention, "Can we go now?"

The Doctor beamed at the little girl and held out a hand, which she willingly took, and they set off down the concrete path towards a tall, blue Police Box. He let go of Lauren's tiny hands and pushed open the doors and stepped inside. Lauren peered around the corner curiously and grinned when she saw the inside. It was massive, the walls were arched and seemingly held up by giant pillars of coral-like substances. There were, what looked like to her, half bubbles plastered onto the walls and in the centre there was a giant controll panel. Covered in buttons, and screens and leavers.

"Are we going to fly in it today, Doctor?"

"Not...not today," the Doctor whispered and handed her another note. "When you see me again, hand me this and I'll understand."

There was an unhealthy silence hanging in the air as she took it and put it into her pocket, not reading the words. The Doctor was ushering her out of the doors again, almost as quickly as he had arrived.

"Good-bye, Lauren Emily Taylor-" he paused, putting his head in his hands as if he were trying to remember something and then his head shot up again, "Make friends with Emma Hughes in your class."

"She hates me, Doctor!" Lauren stood on the concrete path staring at the hazel-eyed man and gasped, appalled by his suggestion.

"Oh, she doesn't! She just doesn't know you yet." He went to close the doors when there was a small foot blocking it from closing.

"Bye, Doctor," she smiled and waved.

"Good-bye, Lauren, and good-luck," he rubbed his eyes again and slammed shut the doors after Lauren removed her foot.

The young girl watched as the blue Police Box walls started to fade in and out of sight, she saw the top glowing blue on and off. She gaped at the Doctor's Blue Box as it disappeared out of sight.

A/N- r&r please, this is only Episode One Part One, more to come- I've got it written and everything. OH- and please do check out Striders-Girl89. AMAZING WRITER3 And thoughts on Lauren and Emma? Emma...well- I've got plans and Lauren...bigger plans. (: