The day was like any other. Emma Jamison stepped out of bed yawning loudly.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out what she had been putting aside for weeks now. She put on her jacket and walked downstairs but not before grabbing a banana out of the fruit bowl on the counter.
She quickly looked at herself in the mirror before stepping outside into the warm London air. This was finally it!
After months she was finally starting her new job as an english teacher for the school down the road. She pulled out her necklace she always wore and squeezed it against her chest. The flower ring and the old watch felt warm in her fingers as she took a deep breathe. It always seem to calm her down.
It was the only thing that had Emma on her when she lost her memory. It had been about 3 years since Emma was found in the yard of the unknowing Jamison's with no identity. They were kind people and gladly raised her as one of there own. They gave her a home and a name, Emma.
Emma worked hard to live up to the people to had selflessly took her in. She went to college and gained her associates degree in education and soon after gained a job at a local school in London.
As she approached the school she saw groups of children running and laughing through the fields. She smiled thinking of what her childhood might've been like. She ignored her lingering thoughts and put the necklace back into her shirt.
She walked up the steps and through the doors of the school. She roamed down the long hallway until she stopped at room 112.
She opened the door and walked in, smiling at the students in there respective desks. She walked up to the chalkboard and wrote her name.
She they turned to the class and smiled. " Hello everyone, my name is Miss Jamison and I will be your new English professor this year."
Emma grabbed a tray from the stack and joined the line of various teachers grabbing there lunch. When it was her turn she was met with a blonde haired woman in a hairnet.
Emma smiled. "Hello how are you today?"
The woman just scoffed and muttered something like "It would be better if I wasn't a stupid lunch lady."
Emma didn't know how to respond. That lady really mustve hated her job. But, hey she probably would've acted the same way if she was a lunch lady.
She plopped some food on her tray and Emma smiled at her and walked away. She soon found an empty table in the corner and quietly eat her lunch.
She always liked to glance at others but she would never sit with strangers. It always made her feel uneasy. She never really knew why. She just didn't really trust easy.
She glanced at the other teachers until she stopped when she found that same blonde lunch lady talking to another teacher while cleaning a table. She looked miserable while he was grinning like an idiot while he eat his chips. Strange, she thought.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her left temple and she immediately dropped her fork, placing her hand on her head. "Stupid migraines" she muttered to herself.
She went to grasp her necklace but she couldn't find it.
The pain became more intense and she heard what sounded like voices. They were screaming and the room around her started to become clouded. She just wanted everything to stop.
The voices become louder and louder until Emma bolted up from her chair and shouted. "Just Shut up!"
Suddenly everything stopped the room began to refocus. She then realized that everyone was staring at her with a strange expression.
She looked around and could feel her cheeks turn red.
She slowly sank back into her seat without saying a word and started at her plate. The murmurings continued after a short time and Emma felt like she wanted to disappear.
Great. Now I'm known as the weird professor. She thought.
Emma sighed and continued to eat her lunch in silence.
Later on in the day Emma went to the teachers lounge to copy some handouts and maybe talk to her new employes.
When she walked into the room she saw a few teachers talking to each other by the copier. One of them was leaning on the copier and when she stepped closer she recognized him as the man from the cafeteria.
Normally she would've just walked away and waited for the man to move but she really needed those handouts for next period.
She grabbed her necklace and took a deep breathe. I can do this.
Then she lightly tapped the man on the back and smiled. "Um. Excuse me."
He wiped around at the sound of her voice and smiled. "Oh! Hello!"
His smile became contagious and she found herself smiling back. "Hi, do you mind if I use the copier for a sec?"
He looked at her and then at the copier he was leaning on. "Of course! I'm sorry."
He stepped away and she muttered a thank you while moving towards the machine. " Your that girl that almost fainted at lunch today weren't you?"
Emma visibly cringed. Great. This is what are going to know her for for the rest of her life. "Umm. Yeah. It's nothing though I just get really bad migraines sometimes."
The man nodded his head and silence roamed in the air until the man spoke again. "The name's John Smith by the way. Just started here two months ago."
Emma laughed under her breath and turned towards John. "John Smith? That really isn't your name is it?"
John's eyes went wide and pretended to look visibly hurt. "What? What's wrong with John Smith? I think it's a fine name."
Emma chuckled at his response. "No. Your right. It's just funny to me. It sounds like you needed to come up with a name in a second and that was the best you could think of."
John looked shocked and he cast his eyes towards the floor. Almost like he was remembering something.
Emma tried to backtrack her steps. "Oh I'm sorry if I said something wrong. I didn't mean it."
John immediately perked up at her words and gave her a soft smile. "Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. You just kinda remind me of someone I used to know."
Before Emma could respond headmaster Finch walked into the room with a woman. John eyes grew wide and he started smiling like an idiot again.
"Excuse me, colleagues. A moment of your time. May I introduce Miss Sarah Jane Smith. Miss Smith is a journalist who's writing a profile about me for the Sunday Times. I thought it might be useful for her to get a view from the trenches, so to speak. Don't spare my blushes."
The headmaster left and Sarah walked up to us and grabbed John's hand. "Hello."
John immediately took it and shook it wildly. "Oh, I should think so."
Sarah looked a bit confused that the stranger wasn't introducing himself. "And, you are?"
John was confused by her statement but then understood. "Hm? Er, Smith. John Smith."
Sarah glanced at John with confusion. Almost like she was trying put pieces into an invisible puzzle.
"John Smith? I used to have a friend who sometimes went by that name."
John continued to shake Sarah's hand as he spoke. "Well, it's a very common name."
" He was a very uncommon man. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you. Yes, very nice. More than nice. Brilliant."
"Er, so, er, have you worked here long?"
"No. Er, it's only my second day."
"Oh, you're new, then. So, what do you think of the school? I mean, this new curriculum? So many children getting ill. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"
"You don't sound like someone just doing a profile."
" Well, no harm in a little investigation while I'm here. "
"No. Good for you. "
Sarah moved away from the scary grinning John and started a conversation with the nearest teacher.
John was smiling widely while muttering. "Good for you. Oh, good for you, Sarah Jane Smith."
Emma realized that John was preoccupied with other things so she tried to sneak away.
John noticed that the strange girl was leaving so he called to her. "Hey! Where are you going? I don't even know your name."
Emma turned around and looked at John. "It's Emma. Emma Jamison."
Before John could reply Emma was gone.
He walked back into the teacher's break room and started testing her name on his tongue. "Emma? Emma. Emmmmmma."
He then smiled to herself and went to go find Rose.
Emma walked down the road back to her apartment thinking of the strange man that she had met in the teacher's lounge.
He sure was strange. But something about him made her smile to herself.
She rummaged through her bag to find the handouts for her class when she found nothing. She stopped and went through her bag but the handouts weren't in sight.
She then remembered that when she left John she forgot to grab the handouts. They were still in the copier in the teachers lounge. God. How could she be so stupid! she thought.
She sighed to herself and turned around back towards the school. She needed those handouts for tomorrow.
A short time later she found herself at the door of the school. She pulled it and was surprised when it turned out to be unlocked.
Emma snuck into the school and was almost at the door until she heard a scream ring through the halls.
Emma jumped and quickly looked around her. She then decided to forget the handouts and ran back the way she came.
When she was halfway through the hall she turned around to look behind her when she heard rustling in the hall. She reached an intersection and turned right, up some stairs.
She then found a door and ran into the room, locking it behind her. She ran her finger through her hair and clutched her necklace. What the hell was happening? she thought.
She Suddenly heard a noise from above her and she looked up.
Emma started shaking as she saw what looked like giant bats hanging from the ceiling.
She took a few shaky steps back and her legs almost caved underneath her. She opened her mouth and tried to let out a scream when a large hand clamped down on her face.
She struggled against the stranger as he pushed her out of the door. When the door was closed he released her.
She quickly turned to him. "What the hell is wrong with…." she then realized that her captive had been the man she had been thinking about a couple hours ago.
She squinted her eyes in confusion. "John?"
Before he could answer he grabbed Emma'a hand and led her through the hallway, out of the building and into the school yard. He ran toward a group of people which Emma knew as the lunch lady and the reporter form earlier today.
When we approached the group, a man walked up to them looking slightly frazzled. "I am not going back in there. No way."
The blonde lunch lady joined the man and said. "Those were teachers."
Then she looked at Emma and scoffed. "Who is she?"
John ran his fingers through hair with his right hand since his other was holding Emma's. "This is Emma but that's not important right now, when Finch arrived, he brought with him seven new teachers, four dinner ladies and a nurse. Thirteen. Thirteen big bat people. Come on."
John and the others started running towards the parking lot and Emma joined them. Well there was no way that she was staying here with those bat people.
John turned back to the group and said "I need the Tardis. I've got to analyze that oil from the kitchen."
After stopping at the car, the group rode to a little coffee shop in town.
After the blonde lady closed the door Emma turned around towards John. "Ok. Someone needs to tell me whats going on right now because I just saw giant bat people and that's not normal."
John turned to her and monitored her to sit. She agreed and John sat beside her. "Well, I guess I should start with my name. It isn't really John Smith."
Emma gave a small smile. "I knew it! No one's name is John Smith. So what is it?"
John smiled. "It's the Doctor."
Emma was confused by his name. "Wait. Doctor who?"
The Doctor smirked at Emma's response. "It's just The Doctor."
"Well ok then, weird name. But its still better then John Smith that's for sure."
The Doctor laughed at Emma's response and began to tell her about who he was and the amount of danger they where in.
After The Doctor had finished he looked at Emma as her mouth hung open. "So…. Your a Time King or something that goes around the universe in a phone booth and you abduct people to travel with you?"
The Doctor looked hurt by her comment and rubbed his fingers through his hair. "It's Time Lord. And I don't abduct people. They come by there own free will."
Emma just smirked at his response and rolled her eyes. "Ok. Sure, whatever you want to call yourself." She then ran her finger through her hair like the Doctor. "So these Krillitane's are bad news?"
The Doctor sighed and turned to both Emma, Sarah, and Rose. "Yes, very. Think of how bad things could possibly be, and add another suitcase full of bad."
Just then Sarah stepped forward. "And what are Krillitanes?"
"They're a composite race. Just like your culture is a mixture of traditions from all sorts of countries, people you've invaded or have been invaded by. You've got bits of Viking, bits of France, bits of whatever. The Krillitanes are the same. An amalgam of the races they've conquered. But they take physical aspects as well. They cherry pick the best bits from the people they destroy. That's why I didn't recognise them. The last time I saw Krillitanes, they looked just like us except they had really long necks."
Rose gave the group a confused expression. "Then What're they doing here?"
Just then the room became silent. No one had an answer. That was until Emma looked to her left and saw a mother with a child in the corner drinking some sort of beverage. Suddenly a metaphorical light bulb lit up above her head and she turned to the group. "It's the children. There doing something to the children."
The group walked outside into the parking lot where they started talking about the the tin dog that the Doctor had repaired in the coffee shop. Emma tried to listen to the conversation but slowly started to zone out. She thought about the man she had just met. What was he again? A Time lord? The name itself felt so foreign and yet so familiar.
Suddenly she felt heat raise up in her chest and a soft mummer in the back of her head. Shit! No. Not now! She quietly snuck away to the side of the car where she leaned against the door. The warm heat quickly turned into a searing pain in her chest. Harsh flames flicked the corners of her eyes and the mummers started to turn into a loud, repetitive banging in her skull. An intense wave of sadness washed over her and she felt like mourning something she wasn't completely sure of. Then, as quickly as it came the sadness left her and she was hit with serve hatred. She began to shake under herself and slowly started to lose where she was. Flashes of orange and red burned her eyes and she felt so alone. The voices were screaming now and her legs caved under her. She felt like she was in an never-ending tunnel, desperately searching for something she wasn't sure of. Suddenly she heard a small voice, unlike the others calling out to her. It traveled above the screaming and she could hear the far away voice in the distance. Anxiety quickly traveled to her heart and something told her to run for dear life. She agreed and began to run to the voice. As she ran the voice became louder and clearer. "Emma! Emma wake up! Emma!" She started sprinting towards the light, desperately hoping that the light wont wither away like last time. Wait? Like last time? She was abruptly woken up by someone shaking her.
She slowly opened her eyes and found the someone staring at her with a terrified expression. "Emma? Emma!" She felt a sense of relief and buried her head in there shoulder. He was here. He hadn't left her. She was still shaking under the stranger and she felt a strong pair on hands wrap around her body. For the first time she felt safe. Her lips released his name in a soft whisper. "Theta."
Her vision refocused and she saw that The Doctor was crouching in frond to her, with one hand on her arm. His face contorted from a panicked expression to a fanatic one. His placed his hands on her face and lifted her chin. "What did you just say?"
Emma looked at the Doctor with a confused expression. "What do you mean? I didn't say anything."
She looked between the Doctor and the now crowd of people that were surronding them. She embarrassingly looked down and began to stand. "I'm sorry everyone. This happens sometimes."
Sarah Jane was the first person to come up to Emma and smiled. "It's ok. We are just glad you are okay."
Then slowly Mickey and Rose joined Sarah but the Doctor was still looking at Emma strangely. Rose noticed this and felt a small pang of jealousy in her chest.
She then walked up to the Doctor and tilted her head. "Doctor? Are you ok?"
The Doctor slowly tore his eyes away from Emma and looked at Rose. He pushed his hopeful thought in the back of his head and sighed. It couldn't be. It was impossible. He put on a fake smile and laughed "What? Oh yeah! I'm fantastic! You?"
Rose seemed to buy his routine and started to change the subject. "How many of us have there been traveling with you?"
The Doctor glanced at Emma again. "Does it matter?"
Rose huffed and put her hand on her hip. "Yeah, it does, if I'm just the latest in a long line."
The Doctor still didn't glance at her "As opposed to what?"
Rose became hurt that the Doctor wasn't looking at her. "I thought you and me were. I obviously got it wrong. I've been to the year five billion, right, but this? Now this is really seeing the future. You just leave us behind. Is that what you're going to do to me?"
The Doctor wiped her head towards Rose and answered her almost to fast. He wasn't going to leave anyone behind ever again. "No. Not to you."
Rose wasn't completely convinced with the Doctor's response. "But Sarah Jane? You were that close to her once, and now you never even mention her. Why not?"
"I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone who can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords." He would alway be alone. He made sure of that a long time ago.
Suddenly The Doctor looked up and a giant bat swooped down over the group. Emma recognized the bats as the things she saw hanging in the classroom. Everyone ducked and the bat flew off into the distance."
The Doctor looked over everyone, making sure they were ok when Sarah Jane asked "Was that a Krillitane?"
The Doctor nodded his head and Rose stepped forward. "But it didn't even touch her. It just flew off. What did it do that for?"
The group looked at each other with uncertainty. No one knew the answer.