Thanks to Dark Alana for helping me with the summary- making sure I didn't give too much away and whatnot.
Something very important you should know before starting this story- there is no Rose in this. As much as I love her (at least during season 1) I wanted to give this idea a spin where Elena becomes the Doctor's companion. Other things you should know is for Doctor Who this won't exactly be following episode for episode- though I will include some- and for Vampire Diaries during the summer between seasons 2 and 3 though Elena is already 18.
This and the next chapter will loosely follow the events of the episode 'Rose'- the Autons, the Doctor arriving, a new companion for him, etc.- the important stuff, really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing- Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, Russell T. Davies, Steven Moffat, and other people. Vampire Diaries belongs to Julie Plec, the CW, and L.J. Smith.
Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting, part I
A shrill ringing sliced through the blissful state of sleep Elena Gilbert was in. Wincing at the pitch and annoyed at having her sleep interrupted, the brunette reached over to her nightstand and slammed the snooze button.
She was about to roll back over and cover her head to get a few more precious minutes of no worrying when the bright red digits on the alarm clock reminded her- it was time she got up and got ready for work.
She stifled a groan. Even though she'd been working at the small department store near downtown Mystic Falls ever since school let out for summer in hopes of earning some money for college, she still hated having to get up this early every week day.
But you signed yourself up for this- a chance to be normal after everything, remember? She told herself as she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom she shared with Jeremy. Light snoring from the door on the other side told her that her brother was still sleeping soundly. Besides, college is expensive- extra money always helps.
Taking a quick shower and changing into some nice yet casual clothes, she grabbed a small crossover purse that held all the things she would need- keys, driver's license, wallet, money, among other things- and slung it over her body before heading downstairs.
Downstairs was quiet, except for the deep, even breaths of the occupant on the couch. Elena couldn't see him, but she knew Alaric must be fast asleep, laying in an only slightly uncomfortable position as it was a couch. No matter how many times her or Jeremy assured him he could take Jenna's room since he was their legal guardian, he refused and continued sleeping in the living room.
Smiling sadly at the man who had become her father figure- wishing she could do something to ease the pain he was feeling over Jenna's death- she quietly made her way into the kitchen where she grabbed an apple and bottle of orange juice.
Sticking both in her bag to finish on her way to work, she scribbled a quick note reminding Alaric and Jeremy she was at work. After Klaus' sacrifice, everyone became more protective and now it seemed she could hardly go anywhere without someone or letting someone know exactly where she was going to be.
She was touched everyone cared about her, but sometimes it got a little annoying. Most had loosened up by now since there had been no sign of Klaus but some were still taking it too far. A certain dark haired vampire came to mind.
Damon had taken to practically shadowing her. She didn't know if it was more because of his feelings for her or trying to keep her safe out of guilt for Stefan's sake while his brother was off paying his debt to Klaus for saving his life, but it was starting to become tiring.
Her heart clenched as she thought about Stefan- the vampire she had fallen in love with. Even after deciding to give up on him, it still hurt thinking about him.
She was torn out of her thoughts by spotting the time. 7:45- she only had fifteen minutes before she was late.
Digging her apple out, she began devouring it as fast as she could while practically jogging towards the downtown area, eager to keep her reputation as a punctual, on time employee.
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The first half of the job went by fast, with activity beginning to pick up just as she clocked out for her lunch break. Elena didn't envy her coworkers who got stuck having to deal with the mass of people coming in during one the busier hours.
Walking a few blocks she came to the Mystic Grill, fairly busy as it was close to lunch hour, and hoped Caroline and Bonnie were already there. She was supposed to have lunch with them today; the first in awhile as their different schedules tended to conflict.
Entering the old favorite hangout she spotted the familiar blonde and curly black heads of her friends sitting at a table by themselves. Smiling, she wove her way past people and slid into a seat next to them.
"Elena! You made it." Caroline exclaimed, being the first to realize the brunette had joined them.
"Barely. I only just clocked out when the lunch hour crowd started coming in." She replied.
"That bad, huh?" Bonnie said. "I'm still surprised a store that small manages to attract so many people- this is a small town after all."
"It's the biggest clothing store in town unless you want to drive a few miles to the nearest mall- and they have some very nice clothes." Caroline chimed in. "And it's summer, when everyone has free time."
The store was fairly big- two stories, with different clothes from a variety of different brands. Elena could remember shopping there with her mom years ago- before her parents accident, before the supernatural- and that was part of the reason why she chose to work there instead of say, at the Mystic Grill. It reminded her of better times.
Pushing those thoughts away and focusing on the here and now, she listened eagerly to the stories her two friends had to tell about their summer so far.
As her lunch break neared an end, she said goodbye to her friends with promises to do this or something similar sometime soon and retraced her steps back to the department store.
Clocking in with only a few minutes to spare, she quickly began folding shirts and restocking items, keeping an eye on the clock every now and then to see how much longer she had.
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Sighing with relief as the last customer left, Elena smiled slightly as she stretched, feeling better already. It wasn't that her job was horrible per say- compared to cleaning toilets- but it was always nice to go home and relax at the end of the day.
Double checking to make sure she had everything, she retrieved her crossover purse from the employees locker room and was making her way towards the front entrance when a voice shouting her name made her stop.
"Elena!" The teenager turned around to see one of the other employees, Sharon, running towards her.
"Hey. Is there something you need?" She asked, smiling at the girl despite how much she wanted to just go home. Sharon was nice, and somewhat of a friend.
"I was wondering… could you take this to Wilson? I'd take it myself, but my dad's supposed to come home tonight, and I promised both my mom and myself that I'd be there at the airport." She asked, sincerely sounding sorry.
Elena knew the girl's dad was a marine and had been overseas the past few years, and knew how much she had waited to see him again.
"Yeah, sure. Go on- I'm sure you're dad will be happy to see you." She replied. The other girl gave her a quick hug and a huge smile before waving goodbye and running out of the store.
The brief elevator ride to the basement went by fast, and Elena stepped out into the slightly dark room, still finding it creepy- it was too much of a perfect place for a vampire to hide. Or Klaus. Her mind whispered, only adding to the creepy feeling.
"Wilson?" She called, hoping to find him and get out of her and home as soon as possible. "Wilson, are you there?" The chief electrician didn't answer.
A door was open, and the brunette walked into the room, finding it to be a storage room full of mannequins. "Wilson?" She tried again.
Behind her, the door suddenly slammed shut. Forgetting that she needed to deliver something, she raced towards and tried to open it to no anvil. The door wouldn't budge. It was stuck.
A noise startled her, and she whipped around walked further into the room, trying to find the source. Suddenly, one of the mannequins she passed moved.
Stopping, she stared as it moved towards her, it's movements stiff and robotic.
"Derek?" She called nervously hoping this was somehow a prank by the store and town's most well known prankster. Other mannequins soon joined the first, all advancing on her.
Her back hit a wall. She hardly noticed she had been moving backwards, but now she was trapped. There was no way she could get around all of them. Closing her eyes, she prepared to die- again- when suddenly a hand grabbed hers.
Time seemed to slow down as she met a pair of blue eyes.
"Run." The owner said, with a very British accent to his voice. He pulled her out of the way mere seconds before the first mannequin struck where her head had been.
She didn't need to be told twice, and followed him as they raced away from the suddenly living plastic men. She hardly noticed that they were still holding hands, nor that it felt good.
The two ducked into a service elevator at the end of the hallway and pressed their backs against it, waiting for the doors to close. It seemed like they would be getting away- until one of them managed to get their arms into the doorway before it closed.
The man tugged at it until it pulled off with a violent snap. Elena gaped at it.
"We pulled his arm off." Was all she could say.
"Yep. Plastic." He said fairly cheerfully, tossing the now severed arm to her.
"I guess it's not students or a prank then." Elena said, her mind suddenly going a million miles an hour as she tried to find what it could be. Her mind was screaming magic, while the more practical side raked her brain for a more reasonable explanation.
"What? Why not?"
"Well… for one, if it was an actual person, it wouldn't have detached as cleanly nor be solid plastic. Second, pranksters don't usually try to kill people that I know if- and that one really did seem to want to kill me. It could be remote control, but it'd have to have some sort of framework which it doesn't and the only things left I can think of is magic…" She rambled, before shutting up at the last part and glancing at the man. He probably thinks you are insane. She got a fairly good look at the rest of the man- he was wearing a leather jacket and had close-cropped brown hair and slightly big ears that actually looked good on him.
The man seemed to have phased out during her ramble- Elena noticed people doing that when she managed to do it, not that rambling has happened in awhile- but he suddenly broke out in a wide grin.
"Impressive! Not your typical dumb ape then- good for you." He said.
The brunette found his comment odd and somewhat insulting but she ignored it in favor of realizing he had basically confirmed her theory of something supernatural going on.
"So there is something like magic going on?"
"Somewhat. You'd be surprised how close both that theory and the remote control one are."
Elena paused, and suddenly remembered why she was even in the basement in the first place. "What about Wilson?"
"Who's Wilson?"
"The chief electrician." She elaborated.
"He's dead." He told her grimly.
The doors opened, and Elena didn't move for a few seconds. She hardly knew Wilson, but he didn't deserve to die- no one did.
"He didn't deserve to die. You're going to stop whomever it is controlling the dummies, right? I'd help but I'll probably just get in the way." The brunette asked the stranger. Not to mention placed under house arrest by my over protective friends and family if they found out.
The man looked at her and nodded. "I'll stop them." He said, as his hand shot out- faster than she thought possible yet not as fast as a vampire- and caught the closing doors.
They stepped out and the man turned around, pulled a strange silver instrument out and disabled the mechanisms with a high pitched warble sound. The device was very strange, and she interested in learning what it was and how he came by it.
He started walking again and she hurried to catch up.
"Who are you? And what's happening?" She interrogated.
"Those were living plastic creatures. They're controlled by a relay device on the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." He pulled out a beeping device that Elena could only assume must be some kind of bomb. "So I'm going to go up on the roof and blow them up, and I might well die in the process but don't you worry about me. No, you go home. Go on living your life, and forget all about what happened tonight. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed."
He pushed her out a metal door she didn't even realize was there and shut it before she could say anything. The door suddenly opened again and the man's head poked out with another grin- one that seemed more maniac this time.
"I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's you're name?"
"Elena."
"Nice to meet you, Elena. Run for your life!" He said, waving the beeping device, the grin still on his face before shutting the door again.
She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face despite the situation- the first one in a long while, it had to be something to do with the man's personality- and she quickly turned and raced away.
Slowing down when she was a few blocks away not far from the Mystic Grill she turned around, worry for the stranger hitting her. She seemed to be doing this a lot, worrying about strangers.
A few seconds ticked by and nothing happened- when suddenly an explosion sounded from behind her and she turned in time to see the department store exploding in a fiery inferno one floor at a time. The flames licked hungrily but thankfully seemed contained in the building- for now.
Resuming her walk, she dropped the arm in a trashcan on her way back to her house in case the thing reanimated. She had no idea what the hell was going on, only that it wasn't natural and only one person seemed to know what it was. A person who might very well be dead now.
Determined to stop thinking about the stranger being dead- and him in general- she picked up the pace knowing the sooner she assured people she was safe, the sooner she could get down to piecing together what was happening.
The brunette hardly noticed the out of place blue police box neatly hidden in the shadow of a building.
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So this is a bit of a test run- love it, hate it? If you hate it, I'll go back and rewrite it- I'm not giving up on this idea that easily. I'm trying to combine both of these as realistically as possible but as I'm new to the Doctor Who fandom it may be rough for a bit. I'd love you forever if you'd offer to beta this if I continue it- I'm American, and despite my best efforts will probably mess up the British slang somewhat. Also, I've never written for Doctor Who before so I'm bound to screw up accidentally. But I will do my best to double check information online when I get the chance.
My other stories will be continued… eventually… when the inspiration hits. Question about this: should I have the Nestene Conscious still be in London or have it be somewhere in the United States?