Yay, another DW story! Always fun. This doesn't really have a specific Doctor, but I guess we can call him the 12th. He's quite like 10, but with the bad-a**ness of 11. I'd say he'd be portrayed by Sean Maher (yeah, I know, he's not British, but I love him :D) with spiky hair. I'll post a link on my profile of the picture I'm trying to describe. And he has a new companion. And yes, River is in this. WARNING: Contains spoilers of the Season 6 finale, so if you haven't seen it, a. WATCH IT AS SOON AS YOU CAN and b. don't read this yet. ALLONS-Y!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who, though Avery is my character, and the new Doctor is sorta mine. I guess. Not really though.
Again, I'm running.
By now, the soles of my four-year-old Converse must be at their breaking point. For the past few years, I've been doing an awful lot of running, whether it be from my mum, in a literal sense, or from my problems, in a more metaphorical way.
Bag in hand, I run faster, desperate to break the chain holding me to my mum's flat. Again with the metaphors. I've really got to stop that.
I feel a hand slip into mine, and I turn to see a man running with me.
" 'Ello!" He turns around to look at whatever is chasing him (I don't look; I'm almost too surprised) then pulls me faster. "Okay, now we're really going. Come on!" My dark hair flies out behind me as I run. My legs are about to give out when he pulls me into an alley. I see a shadow race past the alleyway opening, and I gasp for breath, as does the man next to me, whoever he is. The difference between us is, he would be laughing if he wasn't out of breath. I, on the other hand, am scared for my life. "Are you a runner?" he asks. I shake my head no, still too out of breath to speak. "You should be, you're fast! I'm the Doctor, by the way."
"I'm Avery," I say, finally able to breathe right. "Avery Mackay."
The Doctor takes my hand and shakes it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Avery Mackay."
By this point, I'm pretty sure the guy is whacked. Completely and totally insane.
Then, out of the blue, a woman with very curly blond hair ducks into the alley. She bolts towards us, and presses a quick kiss to the Doctor's cheek. "Hello, sweetie," she says cheerfully. Noticing me, she introduced herself. "River Song. Professor, River Song."
"Avery Mackay."
I hear an un-earthly screech, and some creature looking like a large hippogriff charges at us. I scream at the top of my long, and the Doctor pulls me off of my feet and running.
After a minute or two of running, we outrun the beast, and approach a large blue box. The Doctor pulls a key from his coat, and unlocks the door. He and the woman known as River step inside. I stay outside, wondering what the hell this box is.
The Doctor pokes his head out the door. "Come on, then, do you want to be gored to death or not?" He reaches out a hand, and I take it, unsure of how a "Police Box," whatever that is, is going to protect us from that monster.
As I step inside, my jaw drops, and my mind goes completely blank except for one thought that escapes my mouth-
"It's- it's-"
"Bigger on the inside?" River suggests. I nod, unable to form words. "Yeah, I know. You get used to it after a while."
"But- how- what?" I'm so utterly confused that I can only form one syllable words.
"It's called the TARDIS," the Doctor says. "Stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's a time machine. And a spaceship. A little of both, I suppose. It can travel anywhere in space and time, past, present, future, other galaxies, other planets, whenever and wherever you want. So! Where would you like to go, Avery Mackay?"
I'm still in a tabula rasa state, unable to do anything. I feel woozy, and River catches me as my legs give out. She scoops me up like a child, and sits me on a chair right next to a large console of sorts.
"Why don't we let Avery begin to function again before we go anywhere, hm, sweetie? And let me fly, it's a hell of a lot safer and quieter too. Because-"
"I leave the parking brakes on. Hush up, it's my time machine."
"Who's the 'Child of the TARDIS'?" The Doctor's mouth opens, then shuts. My brain begins to work again, and I giggle like a little girl.
"Oi, what's so funny, you?" the Doctor asked, clearly frustrated.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just a little crazy right now, seeing as I'm ON A FREAKING TIME MACHINE! Or so you say, Doctor. Who are you, Doctor? I think you're a madman. A madman with a box."
River laughs. "If there's one thing you should know about the Doctor, it's that he is a madman with a box." The Doctor emits an "Oi!" and I'm confused again. "He's not exactly mad, really, just not from here. He's from-"
"I can explain my own history, thank you very much." The Doctor straightens his tie. "I am not from here. I'm from a planet in another galaxy called Gallifrey. I travel through space and time, lately I've been traveling with River, here. I can't really just leave her anywhere, seeing as she's my wife. Well, I could, it just wouldn't be right."
"You would never leave me, love. You're too in love with me to even think about leaving me anywhere."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So, where would you like to go, Avery Mackay? A new galaxy? The past? The future? I've been to the end of the world, you know. Rather exciting. Saw an old friend of mine there."
My mind freezes temporarily again, but soon resumes basic activity. "Erm, you decide. I honestly don't care."
"River?"
River thinks for a minute, then answers, "Torchwood?"
The Doctor's face lights up, and I'm confused for about the third time in ten minutes. "Torchwood! Yes, we should go to Torchwood!" The Doctor skips off to the console, but River beats him to it.
"Not so fast there, sweetie. Maybe for the first trip we should take it easy, yes?" River flips some switches, pulls some levers, presses some buttons, and within only about thirty seconds, she informs me,
"We are now at a different point on the Earth. Avery Mackay, welcome to Torchwood.
Yay, I finished the first chapter! And I'm going to be wicked tired tomorrow since it's 10:30 PM right now and I have school tomorrow! Reviews+alerts=love. Love= me happy. Me happy=me write. MAKE ME HAPPY PEOPLE!
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