Hey guys. So, I have had permission from Bellalyse Winchester to continue on with the "Allison Becker Chronicles." I'm not sure if this is the only story I'm writing of this series, or not, but she liked my idea I gave her, and told me to write it. So without further ado, here is "Lost." ENJOY!
Allison Becker looked in her mirror. She fluffed her hair a bit, trying to make it look better but sighed in failure. He would be here, knocking on her apartment door any moment now, to pick her up. She wasn't ready. But then again, would she ever be ready? She was just getting nervous. She bet that once she saw him in the doorway, everything would be alright; just like at work. They were just two mates going out to get chips, except it was more like a couple going to a fancy restaurant on a date. They've done it many times before, and every time was the same; she would get really nervous the entire day before, but when he came to pick her up, everything would be alright. It always was.
Allie turned around and looked at the clock on her bedside. Five minutes until he would be here. Her eyes then drifted back to her dresser and the many pictures on it. There were a few from when she was a child; birthdays and school events. Then there were some pictures that were recent, like her college graduation picture. And finally there were pictures of her and her friends and family.
One in particular caught her eye. It was a small silver frame that seemed to be hidden behind a bigger brown one of her and the ARC team. She picked it up and recognized it instantly. It was a picture of her in Las Vegas, but with another person. It was a man, with lots of brown hair that stuck up on the top of his head. He had big brown eyes that lit up when he smiled. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and her head rested perfectly on his shoulder. Allie remembered that day, and that man. He was, the Doctor, just the Doctor, and always the Doctor.
A knock on the door snapped Allie out of her thoughts. She checked the clock. He was right on time, as usual. Allie put down the picture frame and headed out of her room. She opened the front door of her apartment. There stood a man with long, neat, dark red/brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a black sports jacket and a dark blue tie.
"Hello Allie," he said stepping inside the apartment and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look gorgeous!"
"Thanks Damian," she said.
Damian Brooks. He was one of the lab technicians at the ARC, and was an acquaintance of Allie's before she left the ARC to go and travel with the Doctor. When she came back, he was the shoulder she would cry on, and he helped her recover. Over time, they became closer and closer. Then, Damian asked Allie out, much to her delight. Since then things had been going well between the two of them, and Allie was happy—ish.
"Come on," said Damian, "or we'll be late."
"Okay," said Allie, "let's go."
The two then walked out of Allie's apartment and headed to Damian's car. Little did they know what was being planned above them…
Not very long, but it's just the prologue. PLEASE REVIEW! I live on them! Thanks for reading!
Logan ;)