Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the characters. I wish I did but I don't. I do, however own Rayne and all of her actions.
This is my first Fanfic so please be kind. I am a little nervous about what people will think about my story. It is an AU and I do follow the original story line but I made some changes to fit Rayne into the story. There will be some chapters, like this one, that are completely mine with the exception of a few characters. Enjoy.
" Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" I ask myself as I search around my room. Well it's Rose's room, but I am sleeping in it right now. I don't even know Rose yet. I have heard stories about her and seen pictures but I've never met her. She travels around with some bloke. And another thing, I don't even know how I got here in the first place. I remember the before part and the after part but the in between is still a bit fuzzy. What I do remember, is that I was fighting in the last great time war on Gallifrey. I remember getting shot by a Dalek and regenerating, but the rest is what's fuzzy. The next thing I know I am waking up in a flat on Powell Estate looking like a ten year old. I am a 520-year-old Time Lady, stuck in a child's body. I know we can control our regeneration cycle but I think I lost control. Why would I want to be ten again? Oh well it is what it is, now time to make the bet of it, yeah?
Walking into the living room I see Jackie, Rose's mum, setting up the Christmas tree. Oh how I love Christmas, haven't celebrated it since I was two and now I get to again. "Jackie, have you seen my script for the performance at school? I can't seem to find it. I thought I left it in the bedroom but it's not there."
"Look on the table in the kitchen. I think I saw it in there when I made tea."
I walk into the kitchen and find my script setting on the table next to my lunch for school. I pick it up and then grab a banana from the fruit bowl, mmmmmm how I do love bananas. I turn back to grab another and stick it into my pocket. You can never have too many bananas around. As I walk towards the front door to leave for school, I stop to give Jackie a quick hug, "Thanks, Jackie. I'm off to school now. Remember I have practice after school so I will be a bit late getting home."
"Alright, Rayne be careful."
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"Morning Mr. Finch." I said to the headmaster as I walked into the school.
I attend Deffry Vale School. I may look ten, but I am smart so after testing me, which I dumbed myself down a bit to fit in better, they put me with the 8th years. A few of the students like to pick on me but I don't let it bother me. I have shown a few just how smart I really am and they have backed off.
"Morning Miss Tyler." He replied. He seems kind of off to me. I can't place it but he just seems weird. He stands tall like he has a rod stuck up his backside and stares down his nose at anyone who walks by. I walk to my English Literature class and sit down ready to start the day. I love literature of all kinds, in any language, any author. Shakespeare, Jane Austin, and Agatha Christie are just a few of my favorites.
"Good morning class." The teacher says as she walks into the classroom.
"Good morning Mrs. Blanchard." We all reply as a group. Mrs. Blanchard is a nice looking lady. She looks very smart, has black hair cut pixy style and loves to teach about all kinds of books.
" Alright class. Today we will be finishing The Hobbit and tomorrow you will take your final exam on it. Friday is a half day, so I hope you will all enjoy your Christmas Holiday." I sighed. I hate exams and tomorrow will be full of end of term exams plus we have our theater performance tomorrow evening. The play is called A Christmas Carol. I pull The Hobbit out of my bag and skim over a few parts. I have already finished reading it so there is no need to read again. I read over my notes as well so I can make sure I haven't missed anything that might be important. As I look over my notes I think about my father. I haven't seen him since I found my way to Earth and I can't help but wonder if he made it off Gallifrey alive or if he died with the rest of the Time Lords and Ladies. Last time I saw him he looked all worn with battle torn clothes and eyes that looked so tired from all that he had seen. I often worried about what he would do. Before I could wonder further, I hear the bell ring signaling the end of the class. I put my notebook and book back in my bag and stand to leave. "Miss. Tyler?" Mrs. Blanchard says to me.
"Yes?" I reply trying to figure out if I had done something wrong.
"Will I see you at theater rehearsal after school is over today?"
"Yes. I will be there. I wouldn't miss it." I reply as I walk out the door.
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I walk into the theater after school and sling my bag onto one of the chairs. As I sit down next to my bag, I look over to my friend, "Hey Micah."
"Hey Rayne." He replied. "Ready for our last rehearsal before the performance?"
"Yep," I replied popping the 'P'. "As ready as I will ever be."
"Alright. Listen up everyone." Mrs. Blanchard yelled clapping her hands. " We will start in ten minutes. Get in your places and get ready to begin." I look over at Micah with a smile, grab my bag and walk onto the stage.
"Hey Annaleigh. Hey Castiel." I say as I jump up onto the stage. I walk to the back stage area and set my bag down so I can get ready. The play is a rendition of The Christmas Carol by Dickens. The main character is Eliza Scrooge played by me. I hear Mrs. Blanchard clap her hands again. Man that woman and her hand clapping, she just loves it.
"Places everyone!" I move to my position. The stage is set up like a restaurant. Eliza enters to find carolers singing.
"What's with all this singing? Who authorized this?"
"Sorry Ms. Scrooge. Mrs. Crachet said it was ok." One of the carolers replies in a scared voice. Eliza glares at the caroler.
"Roberta!" Eliza yells
"Yes Ms. Scrooge?" She replies
"Did you tell all of these people that they could make all this noise in here?" Eliza asks still glaring.
"They paid the required fee, Ms. Scrooge."
"Did you charge them double? It is a holiday."
"Um….no, sorry, Ms. Scrooge. I didn't."
"Then out with ya! Every one of ya, get out!" Eliza yells as she casts her hand toward the door. The carolers then scramble to exit.
"Should I refund their money?" Crachet asks Eliza.
"NO! They were here half the time and they paid half the money. It's a done deal in my eyes. Don't you agree Mrs. Crachet?"
"Yes ma'am." She replies casting her eyes downward.
"Good, now bring me some tea." Eliza says as she takes off her coat.
"Which flavor would you like, ma'am?" Eliza thinks for a moment, one with cinnamon and cloves sounds good.
"We have a long night ahead." Eliza says as she sits at a table with bills and receipts on it. "How about the Christmas tea. I'd love something with a bit of cinnamon and cloves in it."
"Yes, Ms. Scrooge." She says as she starts to walk off.
"Oh, and do we have any of that chocolate cake left?" Eliza asks before she can get to far away.
"I believe we have one slice left."
"Fantastic! Bring that too." Eliza says as she starts to work.
"Yes Ms. Scrooge." Crachet says as she pauses to see if Eliza has any other requests.
"Make it quick!"
"Yes ma'am." She replies running off to the kitchen.
"Now where was I," Eliza says to herself, "ah yes let's see, restaurant receipt; bills and uh…credit? Ah, I see that someone wishes to extend his or her credit. Well for 30% interest I believe I can do just that." Eliza chuckles to herself. A draft blows the papers across the table. She looks up and sees two ladies rush in. She sighs, " Just what I needed."
"Hello Mrs. Scrooge, I am sister Sadie and this is sister Katie." Sadie says as she points to Katie.
"I know who you are." Eliza replies angrily. "Every year you come around begging for money." Katie laughs as Eliza says this.
"Always the comedian."
"Have you made your yearly donation to the Sisters of Suffering Charity?" Sadie said.
"I will pay as much this year as I do every year." Eliza snaps
"Which is?" Katie asks cautiously.
"Absolutely nothing." Eliza snaps
"But it helps the poor and the needy." Sadie replies.
"The Sick and the suffering." Katie says.
" I seem to be the only one in the room suffering." Eliza replies as she rubs her hand down her face.
"But you have the most successful restaurant in town. Surly you could spare something?" Sadie says bravely. Eliza pauses for a moment as if to think about giving in.
"How about a tip?" Eliza asks. Katie's eyes light up and she smiles.
"Okay!"
"Stop feeding the poor, hungry, sick, and suffering. It makes them live a little bit longer and makes them suffer just a little bit more. Do them and me a favor and just stop. There are too many people in the world as it is. Let them die and decrease the population." Eliza sees a defeated look in the girl's eyes. With shoulders slumped Sadie grabs Katie and looks at Eliza.
"I see that we are done here. Katie, I think it's best if we leave now." Katie sets some fliers on the table, then turns and leaves. "Merry Christmas." Christmas? Bah humbug. Eliza thinks to herself. At least they left me something useful. This paper will burn quite nicely.
"Crachet! Where is my…" Eliza starts to yell before realizing she is right there. "Set it down there." Eliza says pointing.
"Will there be anything else?" Crachet asks while setting down the tray.
"What do you mean? Eliza asks glancing suspiciously at her. "Of course there is something else. The kitchen needs cleaning."
"Already done." Came her reply.
"Put the food away and plan tomorrow's special."
"Done and done."
"Sweep, wash, and wax the floor." Eliza adds smugly knowing it all hasn't been done.
"Done." She states
"Not in here it hasn't." Eliza states raising her eyebrows and pointing around her.
"Ms. Scrooge please, it's Christmas, I've been working overtime all week. Can I at least get home in time to put my children to bed?"
"Can't your husband do that?"
"He does it every night."
" Fine," Eliza sighs. " I am a responsible woman. Take the rest of the night off…without pay." She quickly adds.
" Oh thank you." Crachet says as she reaches out to hug Eliza.
"Don't you dare hug me," Eliza states putting her hands up to block her. "I don't do the hugging thing."
"Sorry Ms. Scrooge. I understand." She says while wringing her hands. "Uh, Ms. Scrooge, about tomorrow." Eliza looks up from her tea and cake.
"What about tomorrow?" She asks disapprovingly
"Well I was wondering if I could take tomorrow morning off. It's Christmas morning and, well, you know, I want to watch my children open their presents." Eliza takes a sip of her tea and then sets it down.
"And who will manage things around here if you are off playing?" Eliza asks
"But it's Christmas," replies Crachet in a whiny voice. "We never get many customers on Christmas."
"We are the only ones open tomorrow. What if someone's Christmas dinner gets ruined? Huh? What then?" Eliza asks matter of factly.
"Um…go to Tesco?" She replies to Eliza's question
"That discount store?" She yells. "Rubbish! The very thought makes me ill. How can anyone run a business that way?"
"Look, I promise to be in by 8. The children should be done opening their presents by then. Please." She pleads with large brown eyes. Who does she remind me of? Hmm… Hey, Rayne, you're supposed to be performing the play not thinking about someone's big brown eyes. Oh yeah, where are we?
"You will be here by your usual time or you can find a new job!" Eliza yells. "Is that clear? Now I have been more than generous with you tonight, Crachet, go home now before I change my mind."
"Yes, Ms. Scrooge." Crachet replies defeated. She starts to walk out the door and then stops. "Merry Christmas Ms. Scrooge," she calls out over her shoulder and then walks out the door.
"Bah Humbug." Eliza replies to no one as she takes a bite of cake. "That woman has no work ethic, but she can sure bake a good cake." Eliza tries to stifle a yawn, "What kind of tea did she make me?" Looking at the label on the bag, "Sleepy-time tea! That idiot! I've got loads of paperwork to do." She says, as her eyelids get heavier. Starting to drift off we hear "I must get it done," and then snoring as she falls asleep.
AN: I stopped the first chapter here. When I wrote this out I found I have 30 written pages. I have now typed 9 written pages and have 7 typed and 2353 words. So Chapter 2 will continue the play that Rayne is performing. I hope yall like the first chapter. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks.
