Origins: The Corsair and The Doctor

"Do I have to go?" I asked, stamping my foot down.
"Yes you do!" my father sighed. He had his right hand firmly placed on his forehead and was looking at me through the gaps in his fingers.
"But why?" I shouted. I had been invited to what my Dad called a 'Careers Fair'; it was so I could get a good idea of what I wanted to do with my life. Despite me constantly telling Dad that I wanted to be an engineers, he told me that "It's a dead-end job". When he said that, I didn't know what he meant until a few years later when he told me he was made redundant while working as an engineer himself; but that didn't stop me.
"Because you can't be an engineer, and even if you were you'd have to find something else to do after a few years!" he cried, almost shouting. He sighed, and looked down again. "I'm sorry pal, you know how it's been." I did. It was only a few months ago when my mother seemingly vanished. Dad told me she'd passed away; but I would constantly hear the professors at school whisper about me and my Mum. There were four knocks at the door.

When I opened the door, Kelsie was standing in front of me; it was a total surprise, probably put on by my Dad. He knew I liked her, we'd talked about it over dinner.
"Can I come in?" she asked with her cute smile. I nodded, and she stepped in. My Dad came running down the hallway and winked at me which I replied with a scowl.
"Can't stay for long, we've got fifteen minutes to get to the hall, come on!"

We'd been walking around the hall for at least half an hour. We'd gone past countless stalls for different occupations, such as nurse, soldier, and my favourite, engineer. My Dad had quickly steered me away from the stall, but I hid the engineering leaflet in my shirt sleeve.
Kelsie and I had been walking side by side, giving each other occasional smiles. We stopped at a stall and my Dad started speaking to someone he knew. After a while, Kelsie and I walked upstairs to the balcony overlooking the hall.
We were looking at everyone rushing around stalls, grabbing leaflets, when I brought up the courage to ask her something I had dreamed endlessly about.
"Kelsie, I need to talk to you," I said, looking down at my feet. I looked up again and she was looking down at me; she was just a couple of centimetres taller than me.
"What is it?" she asked, smiling at me.
"I've thought about this so many times, what I'm going say, how I'm going to say it, and I think this is the right time…"
"Stop, please. I know what you're going to say. I've known for a long time, and after your Dad invited me to this; I figured it out. But I can't, not you, I like somebody else. I'm sorry," Kelsie sighed and turned around and left me. I stood still for a moment, frozen in panic. She knew, she knew but she didn't say anything. Without knowing it, I was suddenly sat in a shadow, tears streaming out of my eyes.
After a while, a man was towering over me. I looked up, and was shocked to see who it was. The Corsair. He was one of the most famous Time Lords; he surveyed planets when appointed to, and was allowed to visit a vast array of planets.
"Hey there little man," he bent down next to me.
"Erm, hi."
"You've been sat there for three minutes; what's up?"
"Girl," I said simply, my hearts jumping in to my mouth.
"Been there a good few times; there'll be more kid."
"What are you doing now?"
"Just on my way to travel to Skaro…"
"Skaro?" I asked.
"Yep, dingy little planet, but it's my job!" He stood up and started to walk away.
"Take me with you!" I blurted out, standing up as I said it.
"What?" he laughed, looking at me, "No way!"
"I could be your assistant!"
"Kid, you're twelve. Go be a doctor or something." And that was that. He walked away, down the steps. And I continued to cry. Both my hearts, broken.