Author's notes: This is my very first fanfiction story, and therefore is probably awful, but read it anyway, as it may be totally awesome. Story to show how I think the Doctor should find his next companion, once Amy and Rory have gone wherever it is they shall be going. This story involves an original character. Also, however much I can wish for it, I do not own Dr. Who or anything to do with it….
Chapter 1
Everything about Matilda Anderson was perfect. From the waist-length chocolaty brown hair that framed her heart shaped face, to the dazzling row of pearly white teeth that showed when she smiled. In fact, they were showing now, as she walked through the corridors of her school, smiling to herself as she read the text message she had just received. She stopped briefly to reply to it before carrying on walking. Her attention was caught for a moment by footsteps running down the corridor; she glanced over her shoulder to see a girl, a little younger than she was; around 12 or 13, rushing to the classrooms at the other end of the corridor. At this moment, the phone in her hand vibrated again, causing her to look down for a minute, before carrying on walking, a grin spreading across her face from the text message she had just received. In fact, it was this very message that caused Matilda Anderson to look down the second a huge cloud of greyish smoke descended at one end of the corridor, and a blue box at the other. Oblivious to the two new additions to the area, Matilda carried on walking.
It was at this point she looked up to see the girl that had run past her earlier, sat hunched up on the floor, rocking, arms wrapped around her knees which were pulled into her chest. Even from afar, Matilda could tell the girl was terrified. Matilda cleared her throat, tying to get the girls attention. The girl snapped her head upright, her cold, pale eyes glowing in the dimly lit corridor. With a hiss, the girl was on her feet. Matilda blinked. The girl was gone. Matilda turned to walk away. Suddenly a low, very quiet whispering sound, almost like a tickling sensation in her ear occurred, and she whipped around to see the girl stood behind her, smirking, a paling hand, with long blackened nails, outstretched, almost within touching distance, her breath deep and rasping, eyes flickering through various shades of grey, before settling on a dark shiny black, that perfectly reflected Matilda's terrified expression.
The girl opened her mouth, and a cloud of grey gas ungracefully erupted from it, enshrouding the corridor. A firm hand grasped Matilda's shoulder, and she let out a small shriek of surprise and fear. The hand swivelled her to face its owner; an average height, skinny man of about 25 maybe 30 years old, wearing an old, battered suit and a scruffy haircut.
'Hi, I'm the Doctor!' he exclaimed enthusiastically.
'Um... I'm Matilda' she replied.
'Now I'd love to stay and chat, but given the current situation,' he said, indicating to the girl who was stood behind them, producing rapidly increasing amounts of grey smoke, 'I think the best thing to do would be to well… RUN!'
And taking Matilda Anderson's hand in his, the two fled down the corridor, and into the small blue box waiting helpfully at the other end.
tbc... (reviews welcomed...please)