Fire Birds and Bridges
Episode One
A/N: This story is set with with the Tenth Doctor, but it's AU, so no Rose, sadly. I have finished the story, but i'm just going to be adding chapters every few days or so...ENJOY!
Summary: Ellie Harris is a normal 17 year old. She attends Sixth Form in London, her dreams being to be a History Teacher. But one day, her lateness makes her meet a stranger; a man wearing the brown pinstripe suit with the messy brown hair, a man who goes by the name of the Doctor. Something bad is going to happen and a certain Time Lord has to save the world...yet again.
DISCLAMER: I don't own Doctor Who, wish I did though...
Chapter I
'So little time, Trying to understand that I, I tried to make a move just to stay in the game. I tried to stay awake and remember my name 'cos, everybody's changing and I don't the same. Oh, everybody's changing and I don't feel the same….'
"Oh, god," grumbled a female, "Morning already?"
Ellie Harris ran a hand through her messy mane of shoulder-length dark brown hair; she squinted at the once red tips that had faded into a rather murky red-brown that resembled that of a pub's carpet. She scrubbed at her sleep-encrusted dark blue eyes and stifled a yawn.
Casting a sleepy look over to her alarm clock, its bright blue digits glared back at her with a miserable 7:30. Groaning loudly, she reluctantly got up out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom for a shower.
The house was silent as she left the bathroom fifteen minutes later; her father was a doctor and had started his shift most probably at seven that morning and she would not see him until seven or eight that night.
Her father's occupation never really bothered her, she felt that her father's job was something worth doing, anything better than the dole or some other dead end job some people were doomed to have. Ellie wasn't much of a talker anyways since the death of her mother when she was nine. Her mother had died of a brain tumour that the doctors had thought was gone for good, but crept back again a few months later. Her passing devastated her father and was sure that it had chased her elder brother away to his 'place in the sun' in Hong Kong.
Drying her hair slightly, she pulled on a navy blue three quarter length sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, her favourite pair of black converse chucks with the red paint splashed on them and her black hooded jacket. She quickly brushed her teeth and grabbed her bag which she had hurriedly packet the previous night and headed downstairs.
Once in the kitchen, Ellie quickly made herself cereal – small bowl of cornflakes, as usual – and slowly spooned it down her throat. Taking a quick glance up at the clock that hung up on the kitchen wall, she swore through a mouthful of Cornflakes and put her bowl in the sink. The brunette quickly grabbed a bottle of Coke out of the fridge, threw it in her back and headed out the door, locking it behind her.
She had managed to get halfway down her garden path when she had left her homework – an essay on the Victorians – lying on her bedroom dresser; the brunette tore back up the path, threw herself back inside and darted up the stairs. She grabbed the work where she had left it, along with a few books she had forgotten about, almost fell back down the stairs again, then shut and locked the door once more.
Her hastened steps took her down the streets of London to where she attended her Sixth Form at St. Johns' Sixth From College; London's early starts with it's bustling streets was a usual occurrence to Ellie as she dodged 'fellow' walkers going about their daily business - school, work and the rest - and not really caring about who they passed. The brunette looked down at her watch and gasped as the number were nearing 8:25.
"Oh, shi-"
The smacked into someone and fell backwards, her hands flailing everywhere as she descended to the cold dirty floor beneath her; taking a moment to recover, she looked about her, searching for the few books and essay she was holding. She pulled herself forwards to begin picking up her things again, noting how people were just passing her, no one stopping to help.
But no, someone did stop. Ellie looked to see a pair of slightly scuffed white trainers in front of her; she looked up a fraction and noticed the person was wearing brown pinstripe trousers, how odd. The person held a book a book out to her and spoke out:
"Here, you dropped this too," he said in a cheery voice.
Ellie took the book from him and gathered the rest of her things, watching as he stooped to save a sheet of notes from drifting into a puddle; he handed to her with a grin as she stood up and stuffed his hands into his light brown raincoat's pockets. The male had messy brown hair and was wearing a brown pinstripe suit with a white shirt and red tie; his never ending smile disturbed her slightly, but she mentally shook it off.
"Thanks mate!" Ellie said to him with a nod, then realised the time again. "Sorry, I'm late!"
And with that she dodged past him and ran off, swerving continuously to make her way to school. The male watched after her and looked down at the slab and cemented ground again and spotting a book on the pavement; crouching down to collect it, he turned round to where to the teenager had run off to and held the book up slightly, but frowned as she was now gone. He glanced at the rather old hardback book with a slip cover which was decorated with four children, a witch, a giant lion and all sorts of mythical creatures dancing about. The title shot out in large black letters: 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe' and a smaller 'C.S. Lewis' beneath it.