Here's my attempt at a DW fanfic, just started it because, well, I love the show (thats an understatement) just couldn't resist. So here it is, not much action but every chapter can't be full of action as I've learned ;) anyway enjoy
Chapter One: Odd Weather In Another Day
My life was boring in almost every sense of the word until one man changed it all. Most people would think of this intervention as a story of romance, but it was so much more than that. With him sometimes even the simplest things became far too complicated for me to understand. I came to love the life he gave me, became addicted to it in fact, and then it ended. I knew it would eventually have to, but I refused to accept that until it was already gone, until he was gone. I fell for him and then he was gone, leaving me with a void in my heart that could never be filled because there never was, or will be, a man like him, never.
It started as any other day would, the sky was gray, clouds were hanging low, I was wrapped in my long black coat walking the same streets of London I had known all my life. Nothing often changed for me so when it did I never took it for granted. My family, what remained of it anyway, was either living in America now or didn't want to speak to me. Right now I was just living with a few of my friends waiting to find my place in the world. I would consider myself lucky, I have good friends, some of my family's large fortune, and a job, which is more than most people have these days. But I had no clue my life was soon about to change completely, whether it was for the better I would be deciding for a while.
The rain had started to fall earlier than had been expected and soon everyone on the streets were opening up umbrellas or running for cover in the shops. Living in this city had taught me to always carry an umbrella no matter what the television said, so I was hardly effected by the change in weather. I continued to walk the short distance to my job at one of the more popular diners in the city. Being born into a rich family clearly had no effect on how my life would turn out, seeing as I served people for a living. That was it though, no one but my closest friends know how much money I have to my name, and even my friends hadn't known until after we were already close. I wasn't about to stand for friends only loyal to my money. The bell above the door rang when I opened it letting myself into the already-crowded diner and out of the rain. The slow drizzle had turned quickly into a downpour in the two minutes it took me to reach the diner. The regulars greeted me as I made my way from the door to behind the bar counter where I was grabbed on the shoulders by my friend Alana.
"What took you so long, Zoey? We've been dying without you!" she exclaimed melodramatically.
I laughed, sliding off my coat and hanging it on one of the hooks by all the others on the inside wall between the bar and kitchen.
"If the rain keeps up like this, the whole city'll be underwater!" I heard Alana say to one of the customers as she refilled their coffee.
"Unless Alana talks all the clouds away," I added, coming out of the hallway apron in hand.
"Oh, hush," Alana replied with a smile as I tied the apron around my waist
The morning shift passed without incident, as it normally did, only the rain was out of the ordinary. I thought back and realized this wasn't the first time we had experienced weather completely different from the season and what was on the news channels. Freak thunderstorms, hail, excessive rain, all had riddled the whole of Britain for a few months at least. Everyone said it's global warming, but I honestly don't believe in all of that rubbish. It was a few minutes after the massive lunch crowd started to flow in and out of the diner that things started to get rather unusual. I looked out the front windows to find that the pouring rain had turned to snow. High winds were blowing the small specks of white in every direction and against the windows that customers curiously looked out of, I don't think anyone knew what was going on.
"Alana!" I heard the manager call from the kitchen. "Can you go get a pack of ice from the icebox, please?"
"Sure!" Alana called back, juggling far too many plates on her arms.
I saw how busy she already was with her tables, while one of mine had just been vacated.
"Alana, hey, don't worry about the ice, I'll get it," I offered.
"Thanks, Zo, you're a live saver," she replied, hurrying off to another table.
I watched her dash off before turning to walk down the back hallway that started behind the bar and traversed the rear portion of the building. I soon found myself in the twisting hallway furthest from the kitchen and at the end of it, of course, was the walk-in icebox. I could barely hear the clamor of the restaurant behind me as I took a silver ring of keys from my apron pocket, opening the large door ahead of me. A wave of icy air escaped out of the open threshold, flooding the floor around my feet with its visible, white crests. Knowing I would be quick I left the door open, stepping into the small, frozen storage room, for that's what it basically was. I walked the ten or so feet to the back wall where the ice was stored and when I bent down to pick up the small, frosted bag I heard a loud, resonating bang behind me. I wheeled around sharply, seeing that the large door had shut behind me, but not worrying because I knew of the safety-measures that prevented it from locking someone inside. I still took no time in going back to the door to open it again just to clear the small sense of doubt in my mind. However, when I tried to pull down the handle on the door I found it wouldn't move, it was locked and I was stuck in the cold.
Well, there you are :) hope you liked it, I know, not too much action but bare with me, next chapter will be action-packed don't know when I will finish because of all the homework I have...but it will happen :P