Hello, my name is Christina Elena Larchwood, and this is my first fanfiction that i have published (seriously it is). I'm sorry if it sucks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Who, BBC does, as does England. Oh, and i have a welsh phrase in there so i'm sorry if i did it wrong, i was using an online translator.
The Crippled One
Chapter One
Chris sat in the back of the university classroom. This was her normal evening class, physics. However, things were not quite so normal due to the fact that they got a replacement for the pervious professor (he had gone senile in the middle of class one day). Chris hated being around all the older students. Most were well into their mid twenties while she was just turning twenty. That was the curse of being a genius; her mother had told her when she was small.
This new professor, as it turned out, appeared to be no older than her. in fact he looked to be only twenty-one years old. He had short dark brown hair. He wore a brown colored suit and red bow tie. She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud in class. Everyone else on the other hand did not hold back. He looked at each student then pointed Chris out.
"What's your name young lady?" He said.
Chris grinned then gave a snide remark: "I do not find it customary to ask a woman her name before the man introduces himself first sir."
The class went into further uproar. She couldn't help but chuckle herself. The professor on the other hand was not laughing, nor was he smiling. Suddenly he sprung and turned to the chalk board. He quickly scribbled something on the board. "I am Dr. John Smith; you can just call me Doctor. Now, answer the question young miss, what is your name?"
"Christina Larchwood," Chris replied. "Most people call me Chris, or 'r 'n efrydd hun." She knew what it meant, the crippled one. She had been that way since she was a little girl, no older than ten years of age, and since he parents had been dead.
He Doctor looked at her then at the rest of the class. "Who hear calls her ''r 'n efrydd hun'?"
No one raised their hands, all looked down at their work and tried to not hear him.
"Excuse me, Doctor, but why do you wear a bow tie?" Chris asked in a slight mock tone. "They seem out of date to me."
The Doctor turned his attention to Chris once more. She was a practical jokester, perhaps she belonged to the royal court jesters from another world. Not likely, she seemed far too human for that. She had short boyish length black hair and pasty skin. Her actions were human as well. She pulled pranks and jokes to get the attention of those around her. This led him to suspect that her parents didn't give her enough as a child. Of course he could be wrong about that.
The Doctor continued with the lesson as he had planned. She did interrupt him several times to make some kind of joke, but the joke always seemed to answer the questions.
"Hey, Doctor, I need to get going." She said just ten minutes before class was to be dismissed.
"Sorry, but you're staying after." He said without turning his attention from the board. Suddenly the class was in uproar again. But this time they seemed to be arguing with him. He turned around and saw that Chris was trying to get them to stop.
"It's fine, don't worry." She said but one of the boys had stood up and grabbed one of her canes.
"This is why she has to leave early Doc," He said in defiance. He held the cane up so that the Doctor could see. "If she doesn't then—" Suddenly he fell face first onto the ground and Chris was holding the other cane above him.
"I said it's fine, that means it's fine. Got that Thomas?" She said haughtily. She had been tutoring his little brother long enough that she knew all of Thomas' secrets.
The Doctor was amazed by the strength the young woman had. Was that why she wanted the attention that she created; because of her strength over most of the men? Was she really crippled to the point that she needed two canes to get around?
Once the time for class to be dismissed came the Doctor stood next to the chalk board. He noticed that Chris was the last one out of her chair and that she indeed had to use both canes to walk. Hunched over her hair hung slightly in her face and the back pack she wore seemed to press her closer to the ground. "Miss Larchwood, allow me to accompany you." The Doctor said as he grabbed his coat.
Chris was stunned. Very few people let alone any of the professors, offered to walk with her. part of her was offended by this as well. How dare a man, who was inconsiderate enough to keep a crippled woman from moving on with her business, offer to accompany her. "I think I will be fine sir."
"Nonsense, please, it would ease my heart to know that you got to your destination safely." He said with a warm smile.
Chris could tell he was being genuinely kind but she didn't trust him. At least a small part of her didn't. "I don't know sir." She hesitated then noticed a young couple standing outside the doorway. The woman had ginger hair while the young man had brown-blonde hair.
"Amy, Rory… what time is it?" The Doctor asked looking at his watch. It read 8:30 p.m.
"Late, as usual Doctor." Amy said then noticed the woman standing not far from the Doctor. Her attention was drawn to the two black canes at either side of the woman. She began to wonder what had happened to the girl to cause that much damage to her.
Chris was well aware of the staring and she felt her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment, frustration and anger. "I'll be on my way now Doctor." Chris said bitterly as she moved past the couple and down the hallway. Tears threatened the young woman's eyes and heart. How could she feel that someone was judging her just because of the impairment she had. Then Chris remembered that it had happened too many times before, people would see the canes and think her weak. Now more than ever Chris wished that there hadn't been the car accident. Now more than ever, she wished her parents were still alive.
a/n: Please review, i really want to know what you people think of my lame first attempt.