Hey there! So, my first Doctor Who fic was a flop, of which 5 people read, so here is my second attempt!
Can you guess who it is before the end of the chapter? I bet you can't!
Don't look, 'cause that's cheating. Syber doesn't like cheaters... .
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who.... I .... well, I can't think of anything funny to say, so I'll just say I don't own it.
Thanks for reading my little jaunt here. Enjoy the Prologue to Old Friends!
Prologue
The strangest person that I had ever met; and the most persistent.
Strange in his foibles and quirks, persistent in his nightly reoccurrence.
I met him in my dreams - wandering through my thoughts and my memories.
A silent witness to the goings on of my mind.
He seems confused to be here; in my mind.
Almost as confused as I. Almost.
He seems to be looking for something. Something important, but something he cannot find.
He talks to himself, but I can never hear him, his voice being muffled by the endless thoughts running through my mind; all the while his face is creased with worry and... anger?
Perhaps he was that imaginary childhood friend of mine; the one that I have long since outgrew.
No, not my childhood friend, but I do know him. Don't I? Yes. I can feel it. In my bones.
It's like that nagging feeling. The feeling you get when you forget something of vital importance.
It's like it is there, right on the peripheral of your mind, but when you push, just that little bit harder to remember, it evaporates. Vanishing from reach.
And all you are left with in it's wake is deeper confusion and frustration.
How I yearn to remember; for that nagging feeling to cease.
But alas, every night he returns. He, just as confused, and I, just as frustrated.
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But what? I don't understand. He has never looked at me before. He has scanned through my mind, my memories and my thoughts like a cataloged library, but never once has he looked at me.
Yet there he is, mouth agape and eyes wide.
He's chattering faster now, and seems to be stumbling over his own words; but as always, I cannot hear him.
He takes a step closer, and I feel myself move back.
I can feel my heart beating - as you would in a dream.
I know what this means. Consciousness is pulling me back.
Back into the realm of reality, free from this strange person.
His mouth seems to be moving at a frantic pace now, but there is nothing more I can do.
As he fades from my vision, I hear the first and only word from him. Clear as any real voice.
"Donna…!"
A/N: Not too bad, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoyed the prologue, and hope you want to read more.
So. Did anyone guess correctly?
Oh, and I do realize that Donna does not talk with such large words, but if I had used Donna-speak, it would taken away from the surprise. I'll try to keep to her character in the actual chapters.
Reviews are a great incentive for faster updates. :D
~Syber