I feel like my body is burning. Hot, white fire coursing through my veins and muscles make me bit back a groan. But then again, there´s a slight chance I´m actually burning up given the previous circumstances. I can´t really open my eyes, I just see fire dancing behind my eyes, and in the edges, a cold darkness enveloping me. I can´t remember well how I got here. Maybe I´ll remember if I tell you, memories seem to work in a very weird fashion.
Yes, this is the story of how I died in the most idiotic way in this universe. With time, I learned that not everything is what it appears to be at first glance. And I learned that in the worst way possible. Of course, how would I know that if it was hidden just under my nose? I feel like the biggest idiot in this world. My whole life went down in a blink, and all because of one tiny mistake. Which is, for your information, falling in love.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Matt Smith. What does occur to you when you hear that name? Probably the face of a football player in England. What about a nice looking actor? Well, actually he is none of those things. He can only be described as a lanky, not so muscular sixteen year old boy, with chestnut coloured hair and hazel eyes that reflect so much mischief it can´t be even possible. The boy with the funny nose and crazy hair. The boy with that ridiculous bowtie and red messenger bag. The boy who has seen so much for his short age, and the list goes on.
Matthew Smith Oswald, the name of an adventurer, which he actually is. Not really from this world. Literally, conceived and born in the TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, the impossible boy. (EW, that came out so wrong). The boy had an alien father, a Time Lord no less, and a human mother that had actually lived more than a thousand lives. He was the only Time Lord and human hybrid in the universe. Mainly because Gallifrey (the planet where Time Lords and Ladies come from) is totally and utterly destroyed. To sum it all up, Matt's mother, Clara Oswald, jumped into Matt's father´s time stream. So, in that time stream there is this kind of energy called Artron Energy. There´s this kinda weird thing, wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff happening there, because of Clara's impossibleness she can live as many lives as she is tied to Matt's father. And the question always comes in mind. Who? To quench your curiosity, Matt's father is simply called the Doctor. Yes, the Oncoming Storm, the Predator and so on and so forth. But the point of the story is not who the Doctor is. This is basically to tell you who is Matt Smith, the Impossible Girl's and the Doctor's only son.
And it started all with a big bang. Quite literally.
Actually, let´s not get that way back. Just to the beginning when things started going uphill and then turned downhill, crashed with a loud popping sound, floated in bliss for a while, came back crashing to the ground and tumbled out rolling until it stopped and broke with a creak. And then, after all that, the circle closed at the start.
He was being put into human high school. Just plain, boring and XXI Century human high school. With no funny aliens from the future, or robots to battle. Just, humany wumany school. And Matt, in his adrenaline junkie teen years, wanted some exhilarating experiences. Like almost falling to his death in Adipose III, or trying to fly his dad´s TARDIS. And the latter always ends up all wrong, because the stupid cow won't betray her thief and do what her youngest crew member wants. 'Stupid blue box with cow temperament', he huffs in annoyance. 'Not fair', he thinks, he is turning sixteen today and his parents are making him attend to boring, old human school. But his mother is smiling brightly, mirth evident in her brown orbs; a mischievous fire so much like his appears in her eyes. And then he knows they are giving him a crappy birthday present with a cool present too.
"Mom, Dad, I don't understand why are you looking at me like this. I agreed to the human school, okay? Care to tell me whatever you are hiding from me, just so we can have this done with?" And when his parents smile wider, he smiles a little too.
"Oh, look Clara! He's making that face you make when you want something! He is so perfectly like you!" his dad cries, hugging his mother and kissing her on top of her head and hugging him also by the shoulders. At this, Clara, forever twenty four, blushed still. Matt only rolled his eyes whenever his parents acted all lovey dovey. Clara disentangled quickly, and pinching Matt´s cheeks, she looked cheekily at her husband.
"Doctor, when are we giving Mattie our present? Look at him, he is practically bouncing on his toes!" which was partially true, due to the fact that the TARDIS decided that exact moment to just shake, throwing another temper tantrum and Matt was losing his footing. He just mentally shook his fist, murmuring a few Gallifreyan curses.
His father, finally deciding to show him his first gift, produced a small parcel from his tweed jacket pocket. The boy in question widened his eyes in anticipation, having a feeling in the gut that one of his biggest dreams in the world was becoming true. And when he took the parcel, he weighted it in his hands, and shook it with a bit of bravado. A ticking noise came out of the box, and he started to rip the package, finally revealing his new favorite possession. Within his hand, he had his very own sonic screwdriver, with buttons and when he pressed one, green light emerged from the bulb. He smiled at his father with glee, eyes twinkling the same way his father's does when he is beyond ecstatic.
His mother smiled at the exchange between father and son, feeling ever so proud at her boys. Quickly, she pushed some levers and punched in some coordinates and in a moment, they were landing in Leadworth, England in the XXI century.
"Well, now it's time for my gift. Let's get out, you´ll love it, Matt, I know it."
And as they got out, both parents smiling widely, the boy just shouted and jumped hyped up everywhere. Because normal, human teens are given cars for their birthdays, but this family is special, so they gave him his very own TARDIS. Clara smiled proudly at her hand work. Having echoes of herself scattered all around time and space taught her many things, like dancing ballet, baking soufflés and also, building alien spaceships that can travel through space and time and has endless rooms and corridors. Nothing out of the normal spectrum, of course.
"Mom! B-but how?! Aren´t TARDISes long gone?" he splutters, admiring the wooden walls of his brand new spaceship. His TARDIS was the spitting image of his parents´TARDIS, just that this one had a door knob and a peer whole. Matt chose that moment to glance back at his parents, finding them sucking each other's faces in a very passionate kiss. Matt only rolled his eyes at them, 'just like hormone filled teens' he thought glumly.
"Mom! Thanks, can you give me the key?" he tried, his mother throwing the keys to him whilst his father almost dragged her to his own TARDIS, maybe to do some snogging without the constant meddle of their sixteen year old son.
He shook his head, entering the key onto the slot and opening the door to his new home. He smiled in awe when he saw the control room. The console was atop a platform made of glass and metal, covered in Circular Gallifreyan, and on the side, a spiral staircase going down the platform and into the corridors and rooms. The stair continued until it reached the ceiling, were an observatory could be located. That or a grand library. The console was covered in levers, screens and buttons. Off to the side, near the main screen, was a white sofa with seatbelts to ensure safety of his companions. And then it hit him like a brick.
He had no companions yet.
'Well, that could be easily taken care of' he thought smugly, positioning himself to the main screen. With a gentle caress, he graced the console panel with pride. He decided that if his dad had named his TARDIS "Sexy" he would name his "Baby". He smirked at his reflection at the panel, fixing his bowtie and then passing a hand through his brown hair.
"Well, Baby, where to first? We have all of time and space, you decide." And then, without much notice, the ship made her sound. The sound so many people fear and cherish, the sound of a ship moving with the brakes still on. After a bit of a shaky ride, the TARDIS landed safely in wherever she wanted to land. Matt got out, and looked at the night sky, taking in a breath. Halfway through his big breath, he almost choked on air. With frantic eyes, he looked around and found he had landed on a flower bed, in the backyard of tiny girl looking at him with wide eyes. After exchanging glances with the little girl, he crouched down and took a fistful of grass and smelled it. Scrunching his nose at the familiar smell, he took one blade, licked it and almost threw up. The grass was from England, Leadworth to be more exact, and by the smell of things, he was eleven years before he got enrolled in that human high school in Leadworth. He groaned annoyed, and stared at the girl who was eyeing him curiously. The girl was probably five years old, light brown hair and big, dark, brown eyes. She had a pink tutu on and a tiara on top of her head. Matt went over to her, and crouched down, offering her a hand. She eyed the teen´s hand and instead of shaking it, she spit on the palm and then she shook his hand. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion at the sudden greeting.
"Alex." She pointed to herself, then pointed back at him "Peter Pan?" she asked him, her voice laced with a bit of a Spanish accent. Matt decided to play along; he had no desire of revealing himself to a toddler, who could not even speak his own language right. Well, he has encountered many other worst case scenarios, he can manage.
"Yes, I'm Peter Pan" he said slowly, now understanding why she did that weird handshake. The handshake was mainly made by the Lost Children in Neverland. He almost chuckles, thinking of how good young Pete would react if he knew he was impersonating him.
The girl squealed with uncontained happiness, taking him by the hand and dragging him to her house. He almost panics and tries to pry off the girl from him, but she just shushes him and winks.
"Nana not home. Nana is in shop. Books!" she said with her broken English, dragging out the last word, smiling widely at him. He visibly relaxes, and continues to be let dragged away by the toddler. Once they have entered her house, he is hit by the smell of homemade cookies and cakes. She sits on her chair, taking her plastic tea cup to her lips, playing at the tea party. She demands him to drink too, and he has too, the girl for being so small has one hell of a glare.
"Toma té, Peter." She says, eyeing him carefully. He imitates her and they pretend to be in one of those posh tea parties. Then, unexpectedly, while he is opening his mouth to take the air tea in, she thrust a cookie into his mouth. He almost chokes, but gets to swallow the lump of cookies down his throat. And the little girl is giggling uncontrollably. 'The little Dalek', he thinks.
"Peter?" she probes, her chubby hands pulling hard on his cheeks. He manages a weak "Whash?" and she giggles again at his expense. "Te casas conmigo, eh Peter?" she asks, looking at him with hopeful eyes. He scratches his head, he has no idea what did she just said, but he nods either way. She jumps up from her seat, and hops up and down, celebrating. What Matt didn't know, was that the little girl had just proposed to him and he said yes.
The whole evening passed on like this, she jumping around everywhere and him trying to no let her break anything. They raided the fridge and left the kitchen a mess. He told her the story of how his parents met, by making his father the crazy knight and his mother the feisty, brave and funny princess. Telling her about a blue box that had a temper and many other fairytales from alien planets. Then, the girl went to her Nana's room and came out with a polaroid, ordered him to take a photo with her. After ten bad aimed photos, they got the perfect picture. It was him with Alex on his shoulders and grabbing a fistful of his hair, both were smiling widely. He had upgraded the polaroid with his sonic, to make it shoot the pics when he pressed a buttom of his sonic. Finally, around 8pm she fell asleep in the sofa, watching Disney channel. He carried her to her room, which was full to the brim with posters of many constellations. He was admired by how such a small and energetic girl had an interest in astronomy. Then, he heard a familiar sound, the sound of his sonic being used. He looked at the source of the sound, and found out the girl had pickpocked him and taken his tool out of his trousers. And she was currently playing with it sleepily.
"Otro lapicito raro…" she said, quickly falling asleep, softening her grasp on the sonic. Matt sighed, tired and took his sonic and softly ruffled her hair. He looked around her room, it was painted blue and the ceiling had plastic little stars that glow in the dark. On her headboard, the letters A.L.M. were painted with a red curvy hadnwritting. She had shelves of children books, some were of stars and a bulletin board with many photos pinned there.
He was looking at the window when he heard the front door open, and the voice of a lady resonating from downstairs. Matt felt his blood run cold, and did something he had not expected. He jumped out of the window, crash landed in the inflatable pool and quickly ran into his TARDIS, opening the door and entering. He went quickly to the console and punched in some buttons, willing the ship to go back to the time and place it left before. He went to one of the many bathrooms the TARDIS had and quickly took a shower and pulled over the uniform the TARDIS had picked out for him, he had to attend school now. Of course that his uniform had a bowtie, he'd feel naked without one.
Quickly sending his parents a message that he was going to school, he pocked his sonic and shouldered his red messenger bag. He opened the doors, and surprisingly, he was parked in the corner of the new school. Not bad, he didn't overshot or anything, quickly reading the newspaper a girl was reading with her friend. He was just taking his first step into the new school, when a football crashed with his skull, almost landing him to the ground. He groaned when a crowd formed around him, 'so much for a first day, uh?' the thought, nursing a bleeding nose.
Well, this is my first multi-chapter fanfic in English. I'm usually writing fanfics in Spanish, but this idea was plaguing my mind. I already wrote until chapter 3. I'll be updating once in a month because I have high school, French class and flamenco rehearsals to balance out, so please have mercy on me! Some of you might have read other of my fanfics in Spanish, sorry I haven´t updated, but school is killing me and I'm almost finishing my junior year at school and its hard and horrible and traumatic. Pardon my English if I have a grammar error, inform me of those if you'd like.
-Atte: Sof.
Without much, welcome to the Family Jewels, the next generation Doctor Who story you were waiting for. Where you'll see that you don't need a TARDIS for traveling back in time, mystery parents, lies and the secret name of our dear Matt. Who is going to be Matt, our Precious Ruby and the Inmortal Girl. The blood circle will close for sure and for which reasons. People from the past, present and future will come together again. Yours truly, the Family Jewels, opening the Pandora Box and finding out that not everything is what you think it is.