Hello! In honor of the series "Sons of Gallifrey" which may or may not be aired on TV, and is a spinoff of Doctor Who, a show that I LOVE, I decided to write my own version of what i think should happen. if it's not aired, then this will be just a fun little story about two Timelords who travel through space and time. yes, Anna is an OC. However, since I don't know who the Companion is for the Series, I'm substituting Anna for him/her. No flames please. Please Rate, Review, post comments, leave suggestions! hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Gallifrey. i do not own the series, the story line, or any Character partaking in the story except for Anna Green. I do not own Doctor Who, Supernatural, or their characters. All rights reserved to Chiller, Spike, and BBC.
Chapter One
I was alone, in a huge courtyard dotted with trees strung up with fairy lights. They twinkled in the evening air, and lightning bugs danced foxtrots and sock hops around them, occasionally branching out into a ribbon of light to explode into a big bang that took up the entire courtyard, a mini galaxy right there in front of me.
It was beautiful.
As I turned my head, I could feel jewels brush my jawline, and I was overcome with wonder as I looked up at the sky above me.
…is this real?
"Anna?" I turned around again, my eyes resting on two young men who emerged out of nowhere. One was roguish, blonde, almost brown hair messy atop his head, but his smile was kind and his eyes sparkled. The other had chestnut brown hair and green eyes that were electric-the kind of green you could get lost in.
"what are you doing?"
I bolted up in bed, the words "holy shit" already slipping out of my mouth, before I could hold it back like a proper young lady. I clasped my arms around myself, feeling the cold of Florida winter seep into my bones and wondering why in the world my warmest pajamas (the Batman ones, too) couldn't seem to keep the cold away. I sighed, feeling my eyes already wide in the dark and my veins buzzing with adrenaline. Pushing some hair out of my face, I turned to look at the clock resting on the nightstand beside me.
3:42 blinked in the darkness, almost cheerfully. I imagined it laughing at me, the little bell in the corner of the screen winking in the dark, laughing, ha ha! Ha ha!
"Sometimes I feel as though the world is against me." I mumbled, and giving up, I crawled out of bed, shutting off my alarm as I went. Curling my toes against the contact of cold tile, I padded to the kitchen, but only made it halfway. I froze in the living room, watching a shadow move across the front door and into the dining room, where lights were blazing. My breathing caught in my throat, and I took tiny chicken steps towards the shadow, which was oddly shaped. I heard growling noises (growling?) and then a deep, gravelly voice say "Humans terminated. Report back to base camp immediately." I trembled where I stood, hand covering my mouth to hide my gasps of horror, and my mind whirled and spun as though Dorothy's tornado had decided to drop by for a visit. My every molecule was screaming "get out, get out, get out of there!" But my mind, still whirling in the chaos of the tornado, kept repeating two words:
Humans terminated.
HUMANS TERMINATED
HUMANS TERMINATEDTERMINATEDTERMINATED
My feet took me back down the hall, down towards my brother's room, and I was swearing under my breath and my breathing was fast. My heart was pounding as though I had run a marathon-something my dad enjoyed doing frequently. HUMANS TERMINATED.
They'd better not be-
But I had reached my brother's room and my angry thought was cut off. Where was he? Frantically, I searched the bedsheets, tossing aside pillows. What if that THING had vaporized him and I would never find his body?
I almost screamed, so intent I was on the search, when I felt the drop on the back of my neck. Freezing, I craned my head upwards.
Sean?
Found him.
His body was spread eagled on the ceiling, his glasses stuck to his nose and hair messy. If not for the part that he WAS ON THE CEILING, then he could have been sleeping.
And then I saw the blood. Oh, the blood. A scream permeated the air, and I was out of there, jack. I tore through the house, bare feet slapping against the tile, pausing only to grab my leather jacket, which conveniently already held my phone in a zip pocket, as I had been too lazy to take it out after a party last night. HUMANS TERMINATED.
Why them and not me?
It was the thought that chased me into the dark, cold, starless night.
Why them and not me?
I couldn't stop thinking it. Behind me, I felt a sudden rush of heat. I knew what it was- I didn't understand how it had started, but it was impossible to not know what it was. Don't look, Anna. Don't you dare look. Do not watch your house and family burn.
I did anyway.