If you like this I will continue. Random drabble from my mind.

Chapter 1 – Dropping in.

I opened my eyes reluctantly. Have you ever felt like gravity increases tenfold when it's time to get up? My alarm was beeping at me it took all my will power not to pick it up and throw it out the window. It's a Monday. Meaning I have to get up at 4.30am to get ready for work, I sleepily dragged myself out of bed and trudged around my small flat searching for my uniform and hairbrush. Staring in the mirror I rub the sleep dust out my green eyes, I have boringly, brown short hair which I dragged my brush through ruthlessly. Around 5.30 I left my flat.

Thrilling no?

Maybe a little explanation is in order, a little bit of background on myself. My name's Faye, I have recently turned 21, and although everyone think that's a important landmark it couldn't have been more disappointing. I'm around 5'8'' and am dress size twelve; on a good day, fourteen on a normal day. Seeing as I inhaled almost my own bodyweight in ice cream yesterday my uniform is feeling a little tight. I was raised in a small seaside town, south east of England. I live on my own, my parents having moved back to Ireland. I work at a supermarket, on the entertainment department. I'm a little isolated but I quite like it. Back to my world changing auto-biography.

Stepping into the rhythm of my music I walk quickly to work. I believed that today was going to be a normal day. I couldn't have been more wrong. Allow me a little leeway when I say that I'm gonna skip ahead about five hours. Trust me nothing particularly interesting happens, just the usual conflict with my manager; so yeah gonna brush past all of that crap.

I sighed dragging a cage (large metal wire thing on wheels, about six foot high) back to the warehouse. It's pretty quiet for a Monday, I have just finished filling up all the books, which is no job for the feint hearted, those crates are heavy. There are very little staff about today, there has been a bug floating around which thankfully has brushed past me. Away from customer eyes I swear loudly as I attempt to drag the bloody thing around a corner.

'Come on you bastard! Trust me to pick the only cage with a drunk wheel! Come on move!' I curse trying to manhandle the blasted contraption.

'Need a hand?' A man's voice came from behind the cage.

'If you wouldn't mind,' I reply pulling the cage roughly. I couldn't see him, the corridor being narrow and dark, with his help we manage to drag it around the corner and down toward the storage area. He helped me the whole way, something I was very thankful for. I grabbed the storage cage door and pulled it open giving myself a very large electric shock in the process. He pushed the cage in, while I looked for the key to lock the door. When I felt him brush past me I locked the door. 'Thank for your help..' I begin looking at him.

'No problem,' he replied smiling.

'Are.. Are you supposed to be back here?' I asked, he was wearing a tweed jacket, white shirt and a bow tie. Dark trousers and boots, his hair was longish and swept to the side. I felt my mouth go dry and my cheeks flush as he smiled at me. I subconsciously brushed my fringe behind my ear. 'It's staff only,' I explain wishing I had worn make up.

'Oh that! Yes, um, wait for a moment, I have it here. Somewhere.' He rummaged around in his pockets before handing me a leather booklet, opening it I see that's he's from higher management. My face drains of colour. Oh fuck. I hand it back to him quickly.

'Oh I'm sorry!' I apologise, remembering that I was cussing like a sailor trying to move the cage. That's a great impression. Well done me. He grins looking at me for a few minutes. My school girl genes override my embarrassment as my cheeks begin to flush again. 'Um, is there anything I can do for you, sir?' I mumble out.

'What's your name?' He asked.

Pointing at my very obvious name badge I repeat what it says. 'Faye,' I giggle, hating myself for it. He claps his hands and points at the badge which sits above my left breast.

'Ah yes, probably should have seen that. Faye hmm. Faye, Faye, Faye, Faye. Pretty simple. I like it. Tell me Faye, is there anything strange happening?' He asks raising a brow. I tilt my head at his weird verbal repetition.

'Um, no? Nothing. I mean it's a little quiet but that's it,' I reply. He looked disappointed.

'What nothing?' He frowned. Regarding me for a moment he took out a metal wand thing and clicked the side bathing me in a green light. I jumped as he moved it over me before shutting off the light and staring at it's side. 'No there really is nothing. Huh. That's strange. Strange in itself, well that's my question answered.'

'You're not really from high management are you?' I say. He smirks at me causing my heart to jump.

'We are clever aren't we?'

'What are you doing here?' I ask, there was something to this man that I couldn't place my finger on. He wasn't normal, bit too confident for someone that shouldn't be in a staff only area. He tapped his chin looking at me.

'Well, I was just dropping in, a bit of misdirection on my part. Ended up inside a fridge. Normally when that happens there's a reason for it. Normally anyway.' He babbled.

'I'm sorry? You ended up inside a fridge?' I repeated in a daze. I didn't get my answer though as my manager waltzed up to the conversation and butted in. I rolled my eyes as he addressed the man I was speaking to. He did the same thing and showed him his I.D. I kept quiet and didn't mention that he wasn't actually management. He seemed satisfied but then turned to me.

'Faye? What are you doing? I thought you had finished the books. You are my staff member, working in my time, you have many more jobs to do today,' he said in his thick Indian accent. I suppressed the urge to slap him and nodded. Not wanting to hear another rant I put my keys in my pocket, smiled at the man who helped me and walked off down the corridor. Again I'm going to spin past the rest of my day, I didn't see him again during my shift. Something I was a little disappointed over. The thought of his cheeky smile made me flush whenever I thought about it. I paused by the clocking in machine, yawning. It was about two in the afternoon and I had finally finished my shift. I clocked out and slung my backpack onto my shoulder. Ramming on my headphones I lost myself in my music as I walked through the store. The air outside was cool and refreshing.

I felt a tap on my shoulder making me squeal. I ripped off my headphones and spun around. It was the man from earlier.

'H-Hi?' I stutter.

'Hello again Faye, have you finished? Fancy coming to join me? A coffee or something?' He grinned tweaking his bow tie. It was sudden but I couldn't help myself from smiling.

'Um, sure, why not.' Yeah, fuck it. Throw caution to the wind. 'There's a McDonalds over the road, the coffee's alright.' I suggest.

'Sounds good, you do have all the good ideas.'

We began to walk together. A thought that had been bugging me popped into my head. 'Oh, what's your name?'

'The Doctor.' He replied smiling.

'The Doctor? Are you serious?' I exhale through my nose in disbelief.

'Completely. Humour me,' he said.

'Very well. Doctor,' I laugh.

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