Hello everyone! Here's my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I am French and I wrote at first this fanfiction in French and I then translated it, so I apologize in advance for all the mistake which I'll do.
Doctor Who doesn't belong to me, but my OC and her live yes.
I hope that it will please you, good reading!
Prologue
« While my life meant nothing on the scale of time and space, I discovered that it was only lies.
Since I met him, I don't stop running after my past to build my future, while surviving my present.
My name is Jessica Maxwell and here's my story... »
Chapter 1st
Any story has its beginning...
London, the capital of Great Britain, was undoubtedly, a magnificent city. Today, the city was crowded various which walked here and there. The good weather had made them get out of their house. But in spite of the summer season which reigned these days, the city sometimes met currents of rather cold air. However, the sun was present to warm the atmosphere and give of the enjoyment to the youngest which played in parks. All, without exception, were of exit, benefiting of the season and the rare heat London. Each could say that they liked their city.
And it's in this English city that lived Jessica Maxwell, right in the middle of the capital of the United Kingdom. Jessica was a young 28-year-old Londoner just. She cleared assurance due to her big size and her fine and hurt silhouette. Rather attractive, she liked playing with her brown hair which fell her on shoulders in light loops. Her hazel eyes abounded in mockery and in curiosity. We could well assert that by her commonness, she had all the same certain charm.
This morning, as all the others, her alarm clock went off at 7:00 am and commanded her to get up. The young woman moved lazily in her bed before reaching the button off of her alarm clock to stop the bell. Having stretched as a cat, Jessica opened eyes and posted a big smile before sending to fly her sheets to get up. She rushed in the bathroom, took a very hot shower at top speed and returned to her room to get dressed. Today was a special day, indeed Jessica was going to give a representation of piano in the park. She was incited because, for the first time, she was going to play her own composition. Wide open cupboard, the young woman looked for an ideal dress. Considering the good weather outside, she opted for a white dress decorated with a brown leather belt. She made fast made her bed, took an apple in the kitchen that she put in her mouth to put her brown bootees, caught her bag and fast got out of her house.
She walked quietly in streets in the direction of the park. But before, she had something to make. She wanted to visit an old working colleague, a girl whom she could almost consider as a friend. Jessica wasn't really a musician, or at least, she wasn't her still. At first, the young woman had studied medicine, chemistry and music. At the age of 19, she takes a test of intelligence and this one returns with promising results. Apparently, Jessica would have intelligence slightly higher than averages it. Slightly, certainly, but enough to have a doctorate and several diplomas at a rather early age.
So, the young woman picked up a very good work as laboratory assistant of great renown. Regrettably, her passionate spirit won't bear to be managed. By making only has the head, it was turned after two months. Jessica learned from it, she wasn't made for the work. It seemed to her obvious but she needed nevertheless a way to have a financial income to survive. Not being able to count on his parents (his father died in her 10 years and her mother moved in America without giving more of news), she decided to make what she liked and became a musician.
She began to play the violin in streets, in subways then she got noticed and she agreed to play in an orchestra. She showed her talents in the piano and granted her solos. She made more and more shows and began to be known in the city. It didn't bring back her lot of money, it was before any a leisure, but she had enough to find accommodation and feed.
She arrived finally in front of a big white building which she knew well. It was the laboratory where she worked. She entered the building and took the elevator. In spite of time, she always knew the place like the back of her hand; she often came to visit in one of her former colleague. Jessica had no friend, or at least, no friendly truths... It's partially due to the intelligence, people went away from people like her, but it's also has cause of her behaviour. Jessica was solitary but happy so, she often had the impression that nobody could understand her. Maxwell was not really what we could call a girl as others. She was curious about everything and roguish but she didn't see things in the same way as the whole world. She had another vision of life which was completely different and some time a little bit absurd. The people of her circle of acquaintances found her strand and avoided her for it. We sometimes qualified her as "strange person beyond the reasonable." But the young woman didn't care about it, she had her own ideas and she was very so, that she seems strange in the eyes of other one could amuse her. It was nevertheless for it that Jessica lived alone, without friend or family.
However, a single person had known how to accept its oddities: her colleague Mary Stamford. She had not really included what it took place in Jessica's head, she preferred not try either, but she had accepted her all the same. It was for that reason that Jessica came to visit her, she didn't want to lose the only link which she could never have with somebody else.
After a few minutes of walking, she arrived in front of a door of office. She knocked cheerfully and entered without expecting from answer. A red young woman, with big green eyes, sat behind an office, dressed in a white coat. In the sound of the door, she raises the eyes of the wretched paper which she read to offer a beaming smile to the newcomer.
"-Hey! Jess, come in! Happily greeted the young woman.
-Hello Mary!
-You are very beautiful today! What happened to you?
-I'm going to play to the park today. I just spent to say hello. Jessica replied.
-Ah yes, it's true, our musician! You're not anymore our laboratory assistant... What a pity you're left... You would have been brilliant.
-But I am brilliant! Jessica replied falsely indignant.
-And modest in what I see. Mary joked.
-Always, of course! "
To this, the two women began to laugh. Indeed, Jessica wasn't always modest but it sometimes amused Mary. To enjoy the time they had, the two young women went to the cafeteria of the building to have a coffee and discuss. Jessica spoke few of her life, even with Mary, she was so. Nobody has ever known why. As for Mary, she told the news at work, the experiences she made and the gossips of office.
Both settled at a table, a comfortable silence had settled while they drank their coffee in peace.
"-So, like that, you will play today? Mary asked after a while.
-Yes, in approximately one hour.
-What are you going to play?
-One of my compositions on piano. Said Maxwell.
-Ah! Since when do you compose?
-It's been a while... I don't know. Jessica said thoughtfully. Well, I got to go.
-Ok, I was pleased that you come. Good luck."
9:00 am. Jessica just had the time to arrive to the park to make her performance. She greeted Mary a last time and went away. As she walked quietly toward the dirt path leading to the park, Jessica felt a light anxiety seizing her. It was the first time she would play her own score; it was quite new for her.
She leaned on the shoulder bag hanging on her shoulder to her hip to take her scores. However, sheets had decided to make them difficult and didn't want to pass by the crack of the bag. The young woman bent a little more to get rid of this problem. After a small fight, she managed finally to take out her scores, she brandished them proudly in front of her in victory but so, she didn't look where she went. She collided then quite hard a person who came from the other way.
Some violent collision pushed back the young woman of some step, as well as it flew its scores which settled slowly on the ground. Jessica hurried to squat to save her composition; she apologized to the person whom she had pushed aside without raising the eyes. She collected sheet one by one quickly to not lose them and to not that the people walk above it. She suddenly saw legs squatted in front of her; the person who she had struck helped her to collect her sheets.
"-I'm really sorry, I didn't look where I was going... Apologized again Jessica, always without raising her eyes.
-No, it's nothing, it's my fault. Reassured his interlocutor. "
He stretched out to her hers scores and Jessica raised finally the head to see the person. She saw a man with short dark brown hair, a gif forehead and a dazzling smile. He wore a black pullover below a black leather jacket. Jessica got up slowly without leaving the man of eyes. He had blue clearly eyes, very beautiful eyes and nevertheless, he had something particular in them that Jessica didn't arrive to identify.
The man in front of her had got up at the same time as her; what allowed Jessica to see that he was tall, a little taller than her. He either didn't leave anymore the hazel eyes of the young woman. They would have was able to remain so still hanging some time if the young woman hadn't remember that she had a concert to be given. She broke the look, put back o lock of her hair behind her ear, a little hampered to have let go herself so and taken the scores that tightened to her the man. This one, returned too to him and little hawked, certainly as embarrassed as she.
"-Thank you. It's kind. Jessica thanked.
-You're welcome. So like that, you are a musician? Casually asked the unknown.
-Eh? Oh, yes, the scores. Jessica noticed. Yes, indeed, I make a representation of piano on the park. Moreover, I have to go if I don't want to arrive late.
-Well, yes, indeed.
-Goodbye and sorry again! "
Jessica made a sign a head to the blonde woman next to the man she had only just noticed and went away by scampering. She had wasted time and was afraid of being late. However, she continued to think about that a little enlivened meeting.
The man watched the young woman leaving. From there, he only saw the back and her hair bouncing on the shoulders.
Here's an unusual meeting... He thought.
He didn't know why but this young woman had awakened his curiosity. Something in her had told him that she was special, but what? A voice suddenly made him go out of his thoughts.
"-Doctor? Asked the blonde at his side.
-Yes? Um, yes? He answered a bit lost yet.
-So, uh, why are we here, exactly?
-To relax; Rose. Nothing more. We did almost die... Several times. And then we have to let your mother to calm down a bit...
-Yeah... My mother... She may need some time..."
Rose could only pull little in this recent memory. She had disappeared the whole year on Earth while she had left only some time... The Doctor also grimaced in the memory of the slap that Rose's mother had given to him.
"-Hem... Yes. I believe that we need a break. Replied the Doctor, a little embarrassed."
They had decided to go away from the house of Rose and Jackie, Rose's mother, so that she can digest thing. This is the way they had decided to walk.
"-So, what do we do? Asked the young woman by taking the arm which the Doctor had offered her."
The Doctor started walking alongside Rose Tyler while thinking about her question. What were they going to do? He didn't really arrive to concentrate; the image of the eyes of the young woman he had just met wouldn't to leave his mind. Why he had the impression that she had something particular? She was only a human as the others! He doesn't know. He certainly had to have a reason nevertheless... His instinct was always right, well, almost... Suddenly, he stopped; he had just had an idea. He looked at Rose with a big smile.
"-What about seeing a representation of piano?"
Without waiting for an answer, the Doctor turned back and went to the centre of the park, where was installed the scene for the concert. He was going to lead his investigation on this young woman. Rose stood frozen for a moment, time to assimilate the man's words before frowning.
What? She thought. The Doctor who listening piano?
She turned around and scampered to catch up the Doctor who moved forward fast with his tall legs.
Rose had the feeling that it had to do with the girl they had just met by accident. She didn't really know what it had happen but both people had to look in the eyes with such intensity. Rose knew the Doctor only recently, she had only two trips with him, so she didn't know what he planned to do. She followed him without asking of question, because if she knew a thing about the Doctor, it's that she could trust him.
Here's for this first chapter, not very fascinating, he doeasn't take place there much. We meet Jessica, my OC and I hop that she pleases you! The Doctor finds her strange and particular. Why? We shall know it later! I hope thet it will have pleased you, don't hesitate to comment! Review! Kissses!
