Lottie part 1
Lottie smiled at her reflection as she finished applying her makeup. A sharp bang came from the bathroom door. "Whenever you're ready!" The annoyed voice of Lottie's sister, Rose, snapped through the door.
Lottie sighed, rolling her eyes and and opened the door. "Alright, alright. That's a nice 'welcome home' to your sister." Rose heaved a sigh but allowed a smile to slip onto her face. "I'm happy to see you home." She said, sounding as though she'd been forced to say it.
"Thank you." Lottie moved out of the way, just in time too, as Rose barrelled into the bathroom.
"Hey, mama." She greeted with a smile. "Lottie, you still haven't told me about America. What was it like? Alison, you remember ma mate Ali?, went to stay there for a weddin'. Said it was like bein' in a dream." Lottie's mother, Jackie, rambled. Lottie rolled her eyes with a fond smile, tuning her out by picking up a magazine and skimming through.
Wait what? That won't last! He's clearly gay! She thought on the main topic. "Bye mum, Lottie." Rose called as she ran out of the room, grabbing her bag on her way out. "See ya later." The two called.
"You look nice. Where ya goin'?" Jackie asked. Lottie glanced down at her outfit with a confused look. She was wearing worn jeans and a white crop top with a plaid jacket on top and her signature converse. "This is how I dress on a normal day, mama." She smiled. Jackie looked shocked. "Oh? I neva knew that." "I gotta go, bye mama." Lottie waved, flouncing out the room.
As she walked down the road, Lottie pondered her life and the rather… Unexpected turn it had.
Lottie wasn't from here. Not London, nor England, not even this universe! She had been happy, content in her life at home, looking after her niece for her sister, and working at a museum full time. She had fallen asleep on the couch after a long, long day of work, only to wake up on a flight to London! Of course she had been confused, concerned and terrified. She had asked how she had gotten there and checked her ticket. There was no mistaking it. She was going to London with a paid for first class ticket. It even had her name on it!
When she had been picked up at the airport by one Jackie Tyler, who had hugged her and fussed over her like her mother, she realised she'd been dumped in the universe of Doctor Who. She hadn't even liked the show! Her sister and niece did though, watched it every Saturday night. She had only see a couple episodes, one of them containing the Tyler family (something about Christmas going badly…?), but had never shown interest. There are hundreds of TV shows and movies out there! Why couldn't I have gotten Harry Potter, or Sherlock or something else! Lottie remembered thinking.
She knew then and there that she had to keep her mouth shut. She was a weak soul, she wasn't ready to go to a mental institution, even in a dream. But as the days went on, she realised it wasn't a dream.
She gathered as much information as she could, eventually figuring out she was Rose's older half sister by six years, born from one of Jackie's old boyfriends just before they broke up and Jackie met Pete. Pete hadn't cared, and treated Lottie as his own, even choosing her name when she was born. Lottie had been six and ¾ when Pete had died. She had been one of the best in her school and graduated with honours, before getting a scholarship for a university in America. She had been in her way home for a six month holiday.
She was now two months into this 'holiday' and had finally accepted the inevitable – she was trapped. She had searched over the Internet for her family, but couldn't find anything. She had to face the truth. Her family was dead. And she was all alone. She soon came to love Rose and Jackie, but she was nowhere near as close to them as they clearly remembered.
"HEY, WATCH IT!" An obnoxious voice pulled Lottie out of her musings. "Sorry." She called, speeding up as she headed into the park, playing with the Polaroid camera resting around her neck.
She had been there for several hours before she finally decided she was hungry and stopping to get a hamburger. She snapped a photo of an old 50's police box absentmindedly with her camera as she walked around the park, listening to Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love a Bad Name' on an MP3 player.
BOOM!
Lottie's eyes widened and she spun around to see a distant explosion. Her heartbeat quickened as she realised it was coming from the direction of Henrick's, that store Rose worked at. She pulled into a sprint, rushing home as fast as she could, hoping desperately that the young nineteen year old she had come to love was alright.
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"The whole of Central London has been closed off as police investigate the fire. Early reports indicate" The TV informed in the background while Lottie and Rose sat curled up on the couch, Lottie giving silent support as Jackie rattled on to a friend.
"I know. It's on the telly. It's everywhere. She's lucky to be alive. Honestly, it's aged her. Skin like an old bible. Walking in now you'd think I was her daughter." Lottie rolled her eyes fondly at the exaggeration. "Lucky, Lottie was here. I don' know what I woulda done if I had to watch Rose on ma own! Oh, and here's himself."
Lottie smiled at Mickey as the stressed boy ran in. "I've been phoning your mobile. You could've been dead. It's on the news and everything. I can't believe that your shop went up!" He prattled on worriedly, giving Lottie a partial smile that the blonde returned. Seeing that Mickey wanted time to worry about Rose on his own, Lottie sat up and hugged the younger girl before wandering into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
Lottie only started paying attention when Jackie soon walked into the room, holding the phone in her hand, knowing something interesting would happen.
"It's Debbie on the end. She knows a man on the Mirror. Five hundred quid for an interview."
"Oh that's brilliant! Give it here." Rose said in mock excitement, taking the phone from her mother and abruptly ending the call. Lottie snorted.
"Well, you've got to find some way of making money. Your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out. You need to stop spending so much time with Lottie, you're pickin' up her attitude." Jackie told her sternly. Rose glanced at Lottie, who sent her a wink with a cheeky smile.
The telephone began ringing again. Jackie answered it, talking a million miles an hour. "Bev! She's alive. I've told her, sue for compensation. She was within seconds of death." Lottie laughed, before glancing down at her phone when it began ringing, holding it to her ear.
"Rosie! I gotta go! I need to head over to some site, apparently something collapsed and they've found something interesting. The Uni wants me to head over." Lottie yelled. "Bye!" Rose and Mickey chorused.
"What do you reckon it could be?" A friend asked over the phone as Lottie walked over to the site. "I dunno. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you in half an hour!" Her friend laughed. "Ok, bye."
As she walked up to the site, a policeman stopped her. "Miss? I need to see an ID." Lottie smiled. "Right." She pulled out the ID she had found in her bag after moving in with the Tyler's and handed it over. The man looked it over before nodding and letting her through, handing the ID back.
As she walked into the site, a handsome man approached her, calling "Lottie!" At the top of his lungs.
Lottie eyed him wearily. "Yes, that's me, Lottie Tyler. And you are?" The man froze and his expression was one of disappointment. "Don't you know who I am?" He asked. "Nope." The man held out his hand for her to shake. "Jack. Jack Harkness." Lottie allowed a small smile to slip onto her face, "pleasure."
"It was a meteor. Seemed about forty to fifty years old." Lottie informed her friend over the phone. A small sigh of disappointment was passed through the phone. "That's it?" Lottie nodded. "Afraid so." She then noticed the upcoming Powell Estate and said goodbye quickly before hanging up and running to the apartment.
The next morning, Lottie awoke to Rose's alarm going off across the hall and Jackie's yelling. "There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've got no job to go to. Just sleep in like Lottie." Lottie groaned and stared up at the canopy above her. "Too late!" She yelled back, before forcing herself up and walking into the bathroom.
Lottie studied her reflection in the mirror, thinking over her appearance. Did I put too much eyeliner on? Should I wear my converse today? Right, silly question, of course I'm wearing my converse. Is the lipstick too much? Should I have worn a dress? Katie and Imogen were always going on about how much running the Doctor did? Oh well.
She walked out and sat at the table, seeming to have come in halfway into a conversation.
"There's Finch's. You could try them. They've always got jobs." Jackie was saying.
"Oh, great. The butchers." Rose complained. Lottie frowned. "Rose, don't complain. I love cutting things up and dissecting things…" She trailed off at Rose's disgusted look. "Yeah, Lottie, but that's just you."
Lottie pouted.
"I'm not joking about compensation. You've had genuine shock and trauma. Arianna got two thousand quid off the council just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek!" Lottie realised something, having had the conversation with Jackie the day before. "Isn't she Greek?"
"Yeah, she is Greek, but that's not the point. It was a valid claim." Lottie smiled. "Mama, do you even know what a valid claim is?" She asked as Jackie left the table.
Something rattles at the door.
"Mum, you're such a liar. I told you to nail that cat flap down. We're going to get strays." Rose chastised. Lottie frowned at Rose. "She did it awhile back, Rose. When she picked me up from the airport. She was talkin' about it in the car."
"She must of just thought about it." Rose countered. Lottie stared at the floor, where screws were sitting. "Um, Rose? I don't think that's a cat…" Rose reached down and opened the cat flap to see a grinning face.
Rose abruptly stood up and yanked open the door. Standing there was a tall man appearing to be in his forty's with a confused expression and rather large ears.
"What're you doing here?" He asked rudely. Lottie glared at him.
"I live here." Rose told him. "Well, what do you do that for?" Lottie stared at him. We do it to murder people and steal their candy. She thought sarcastically, but Rose gave a much kinder response. "Because I do. I'm only at home because someone blew up my job."
Lottie's eyes widened, he has been the one to blow up Henrick's? She gazed at the man with a tiny bit more respect and even a small bit of attraction. Always did love a bad boy, she thought.
"I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?" He tapped on Rose's forehead. "No, bonehead. Bye, then." Lottie allowed a small giggle at the man's rudeness. Let's see; rude, big ears, middle aged, talking about signals and clueless. He has to be the Doctor, Lottie assessed, going off her knowledge from Katie and Imogen.
The Doctor turned to leaved, but was yanked back in by Rose, who ordered, "You. Inside. Right now."
Jackie called from her bedroom. "Who is it?" Lottie walked past and into the kitchen, letting Rose come up with the story. Heaving a sigh, Lottie put the kettle on. She could faintly hear Rose telling Jackie, "It's about last night. He's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes." Lottie gave an impressed smile towards Rose as she wandered into the kitchen.
"Don't mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?" Rose asked, grabbing the kettle out of Lottie's hands. Lottie frowned at her, exiting the kitchen.
"Might as well, thanks. Just milk." The Doctor responded, before looking up and freezing at the sight of Lottie, clearly having never noticed her. "Hello, then. I'm the Doctor. Who're you?" Lottie gave him a small smile. "Lottie. Rose's sister."
"We should go to the police. Seriously. Both of us." Rose called from the kitchen.
"So… You caused that explosion?" Lottie asked. The Doctor nodded. Lottie gave him one of her rare impressed smiled. "Nice. Just be happy Rose wasn't in there. I woulda killed ya." She informed him, not noticing the slight accent escaping her lips.
The Doctor nodded again, before looking down at the magazine on the table. "That won't last." Lottie interrupted. "I know, he's gay." The Doctor shot her a large grin. "And she's an alien."
Lottie's forehead creased in confusion. She wasn't new to aliens. Despite never watching the show, she knew the plot of Doctor Who, and the university she went to was in cahoots with Torchwood. Lottie allowed herself to be lost in her thoughts, unknowingly tuning out Rose and the Doctor's conversation.
Lottie snapped back into reality as the cat flap rattled. The Doctor peered around curiously and cautiously. "What's that, then? You got a cat?"
"No." Rose and Lottie answered. Lottie gave a small scream when a plastic arm burst out from behind the couch, wrapping around the Doctor's throat. The twenty five year old ran forward to try help. Rose continue talking, completely oblivious as to what was happening in the living room.
Rose wandered into the room holding two coffee mugs and frowned at the sight before her. "I told Mickey to chuck that out. You're all the same. Give a man a plastic hand. Didn't expect it from you though, Lottie. Anyway, I don't even know your name. Doctor, what was it?"
Lottie finally managed to yank the plastic arm off the Doctor, but it froze in mid air, before sailing towards Rose's face. Lottie pulled at it, accidentally pulling Rose down on top of her. They fell onto the coffee table, the table smashing. The Doctor finally intervenes, getting it off Rose. He used a strange… Tool thing against the palm of the plastic arm. It stopped moving. Lottie stared at the Doctor, a hint of anger, wonder and fear in hoer expression.
The Doctor took no notice. "It's all right, I've stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless."
Lottie's eyes narrowed. "Ya think?" She grabbed the arm off Rose and used it to slap the Doctor across the shoulder. "OW!"
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Author's Note: Hello! It's Freya (GirlyGirlAlert's little sister). I've asked GirlyGirlAlert and a friend to post this on FanFiction and Quotev. The Quotev story will have links to the outfits so it you prefer a visual, I'd say use that one, but if you don't care than here it is! Please let me know what you think of Lottie, and if I should continue this, I will try to respond to reviews. Thanks! Bye!