||First off- This is my first Doctor Who fan fiction. I've been wanting to write something for awhile now and tonight this just started coming to me. I have a few plot ideas but mainly I just plan on writing and seeing where it takes me.
Secondly, I will be using the Eleventh incarnation as the Doctor in this story, at least for right now. I have nothing against the other incarnations. I do love 12, I just don't feel like I know him well enough to write him as of yet. Also how could I deny the charm and adorable puppy like qualities of the Eleventh.
Thirdly. I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters that I am pulling out of his world and into this story. I am simply borrowing them for the purpose of writing more adventures with a slightly different kind of companion. ||
A faint echo of some horribly auto tuned nineties band played throughout the townhouse as the redhead went about her nightly routine of switching off the lights. Glancing at the clock as she made her way through the living room and to the stairs told her what she already knew, it was far later than was healthy for her to be up. Especially considering this too had become quite routine. Insomnia had become like an old friend in the recent months, but she supposed a broken heart had strange ways of playing into one's life.
She took the steps two at a time, even though the only thing that awaited her at the top was two empty rooms opposite her own. Pushing open the door to the latter , the music grew just a little bit louder. She shook her head and mustered a chuckle as she listened to the lyrics- the song was nearly ten years old now and had been one of her favorites when she was in high school. The thoughts of her teenaged self dancing along to the bubblegummy music in the hallways of her high school almost made her shudder- thank god her taste in music had improved as she had aged.
She slowly made her way to her bed, checking her phone for messages- knowing already there wouldn't be any. But she had picked up that habit as well. She wasn't sure she would ever give up hope of seeing the familiar numbers flash across her screen- alerting her to a new message. She plugged her phone in and sighed softly before climbing into bed.
Sleep didn't come easy anymore, nor did it come often-and when it did- it was brief naplike instances instead of what would constitute a good nights sleep or anything that remotely resembled it.
After tossing and turning, fiddling with her iPod, and then giving up on music and turning her television on , she finally dozed off.
What seemed like minutes later (and was actually two hours) she was awoken by what sounded like a car crashing into the front of her townhouse, the jolt of whatever it was that had hit had woken her up. She groaned as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped her flip flops on, sure she was going to find some drunk driver passed out in her driveway. Muttering to herself about how big of idiots the town she lived in was full of she made her way through the dark house to the front door.
What she saw when she stepped out of her front door and into the wee hours of the morning left her speechless and rubbing her eyes, to make sure she was really seeing what she was seeing. On its side in her driveway, flush with the front of her house was a deep blue police box- which was currently expressing a great deal of smoke. The startled redhead watched as the doors opened and a hand reached out, followed by the form of a tall slender brunette man who seemed to have hoisted himself out of the box and onto the pavement next to it.
She stood in disbelief as she watched the man take in his surroundings. It took a minute it seemed before he even realized she was there. But once he did he jumped up and a goofy grin plastered across his face he looked at her. "I'm the Doctor." He said extending his hand so she could shake it.
The redhead furrowed her brow for a few minutes as she looked from his face to his hand that still hung in the air. Offering one/ tenths of a smile she quickly shook it and looked at him. "Scarlett, and might I ask what that is? And why it's in my driveway at three am?"
The man who had identified himself as the Doctor, ran a hand through hair hair and looked at her. "Scarlett, that's a great name. More people should be named after colors I think. People are too gray, too boring. The world could use a little more color in it." He took a deep. death noticing that the look that was now on the redheads face want exactly one of enjoyment and decided it best to answer the question she had posed before his ramble. "Ah yes the TARDIS" he said as his gaze drifted to the blue box. "Thats my ship. It's a little wonky. Which is why I ended up here." He looked around and sighed. "Wherever here is- I was meant to end up in 1986 Scotland to see a concert." He leaned down and patted the side of the wooden box and sighed. "Suppose she's a bit tired, she is over two thousand years old."
None of the words that Scarlett was hearing come out of the man's mouth were making much sense, part of that could of been due in part to her lack of normal sleep but she believed in more due in fact to the fact that he wasn't actually making much sense. She sighed softly noticing for first time since she stepped outside that there was a nip to the air. Weighing her options she decided, perhaps against her better judgement to invite the man inside. She may of been confused as hell but if that police box was really what he said it was it was defiantly out of commission for the time being and she wasn't cold hearted enough to leave him out in the cold.
He graciously accepted her offer, and after they together pushed the blue box into her garage, they entered the house together.
"You humans are so domestic." He said with a excited smile as he took in the decorations of the small tiled living room. "It's so cute and quaint and so southern." He added as she flopped onto the couch like a small child.
Scarlett moved to the leather chair that faced the couch- the chair that had belonged to her grandpa, one of the few things she had left of him. Settling into it she looked him square in the eye and exhaled sharply before speaking. "One, I'm assuming that since you referred to me as a human- you aren't one. And two, since I let you in my house I would really like some answers."
"Ah yes..." The Doctor said,his hand running through his hair again. "For starters, you're right. I'm not a human. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, and that box that's in your garage. It's a ship that travels through time and space. " he couldn't help but grin at the look of confusion on Scarlett's face. "Well at least it does when it's working properly." He chuckled. "It's all very scientific and boring."
Scarlett nodded slowly and nibbled on her lip softly as she absorbed what he was saying. Something about him was definitely intriguing to the redhead, not to mention he wasn't terrible to look at. "And you don't want to possess my body or eat my brain or something like that do you?" She asked finally after trying and failing to hide a yawn.
The Doctor laughed heartily and his eyes met hers. It was the first time be had stared into her eyes and he noticed something different about them, they held so much- but now was not the time for that. He shook his head softly and answered. "I assure you that's not going to happen. Brains are not on my dietary plan."
"There's about a million things I want to ask you but it's nearing 4 am and I need to at least try to get some sleep- I'm sure you're exhausted too." She paused as she stood up and opened the trunk that was nestled In the corner. She returned a moment later and handed him a expertly stitched quilt and a pillow. "Youre welcome to the couch. Make yourself at home and we can pick this up in the morning. And if I wake up and this was all a dream- perhaps I have really finally gone off the deep end." She said as she handed over the pillow and the blanket over to him and then made her way over to the stairs.
"Goodnight Scarlett." he said softly as he took his coat off to become more comfortable.
"Night" she said in return before making her way back to her bedroom.
