Ordinary Average Day

Chapter One

Please Pass Gas

It was a normal day for Scott Peters.

Wake up in the morning, get dressed, head over to his morning job at Game Stop, possibly hang out with friends. Around the late afternoon and the evenings, he headed to his night job at his Uncle Bernie's fancy restaurant where he was the kitchen boy. He mopped the floors, and he mostly took care of the janitorial duties.

He lived in Seattle, Washington and grew up in the city all his life. He lived with his father, Daniel and younger sister, Marina in the suburbs. His mother, Valerie was a solider in the military and died while fighting in Afghanistan. Not a day goes by when he missed his mother, though his father was strong enough for them to stick together and to fight through the pain and the loss. There were hard times, and all hope seemed lost, but through thick and thin what was left of the family survived and they had the strength to rebuild.

Scott recently graduated out of high school a year ago, and most of his friends were in post secondary, but he had no intention of going to university. Most of his interest were hobbies, and there wasn't exactly a degree in his field of interest. He didn't like most things others found likeable. He was different all together.

Though at times, he yearned for something different. Something... more out there. Rather than the usual, average boring everyday things.

Recently at the restaurant, something stank throughout the facility, which upset Uncle Bernie. The restaurant had to close down temporarily for clean up, though it didn't mean that Scott's line of work didn't end. Here and then, he'd run into the health officer, a pudgy man named Lester, though he passed gas often. He seemed polite, yet he seemed... unusual. Regardless of the mild crudeness from Lester, he continued on with his work.

All was quiet as he mopped the floors. No one was in sight. He listened to his iPod, in focus with the music. In tune with his favorite Shinedown song, he heard a crash of glass. Turning he saw that the window was broken. Pausing his iPod, he walked up to where the damage was and looked outside to see if the suspect was still outside. A rock laid from the shards of glass, and he saw three small figures in the evening sunset.

A frown scrunched his brow.

Damn kids...

Uncle Bernie wasn't going to be happy about this, on top of the restaurant being closed.

Opening his packet of cinnamon rolls, he could almost taste the tingles of sugar in his mouth. He was so hungry, all the cleaning made his muscles ache...

The passing of gas was heard, and a sudden grasp at his wrist stopped his arm from moving any further. Opening his eyes, a woman, who looked about to be in her early twenties, was the one who stopped his appetite to be satisfied. Her long hair was down and she wore a leather jacket. It was a long day, he was starved. How could she stop him from eating?

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Don't eat it...!" a British accent left her mouth.

"What, I..."

Turning to look at his once glorious food, molds now grew on his food, festering upon the once sweet taste. Scott dropped the now inedible... thing and disgustingly backed away from it. It was fresh, he bought it from his friend Darla... How could it go bad so fast?

He had other things to worry about, how did this women get inside the restaurant? Was she the one who threw the pebble at the glass? What if she was a thief?

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked forcefully. "This place is closed off. This is private property, you're not suppose to be here...!"

"Jane Smith, health inspector," she flashed him her ID from a leather pad. "Carbonates going out and rotting quickly, that's not a good sign, they're here already..."

The woman took out something that looked like a flashlight out of her coat, and flashed it around in front of her. It emitted a blue light and made a strange hum as she moved it around herself. This woman was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. He was sure that Lester was their usual inspector, but this British wacko chick? Suddenly her eyes grew wider and she glanced towards Scott.

"We have to get out of here."

Quickly, her hand was on his arm and she jolted as she half dragged Scott to the exit. All of a sudden he felt a sudden wave of heat behind him and a loud crash exploded behind him. His entire frame crashed to the ground, along with the British woman. His entire frame sang in pain from crashing to the ground. Turning, he saw that the restaurant was on fire.

No. No, no, no, no...! Oh, boy...

Uncle Bernie was going to have an unlucky year. And Scott was out of a nighttime job.

What... had just happened? First the weird British chick, then his snack going bad quickly, and now the restaurant on fire... What was going on tonight?

The woman got up, brushed herself and glanced at the burning building in front of her. It was like she did this kind of thing everyday. What kind of chick was she? Was she even a health inspector?

She then glanced at Scott.

"You got vinegar inside the restaurant, right?"

Vinegar? Out of all the times to ask for something in a scenario like theirs, she had to ask for vinegar? Scott really needed a good night's rest from tonight.

"... yeah, plenty of it." He replied back.

"Keep it," she began, starting to walk away from him. "It may come in handy."

She started to walk away from him, then she turned around and looked at Scott.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way, what's your name?"

The Doctor...? An extra weird name for a girl, but she was just plain out there all together.

"It's Scott... Scott Peters."

"Nice to meet you, Scott Peters. I suggest you call 911 and get home as soon as possible. Stay out of trouble."

Note*~

So I had this idea for an 'original' Doctor Who series where the Doctor is female and she had these adventures just like Russel T. Davies's series. With some more dust and playing around with the idea, hopefully I'll have a solid idea where I'm going with this.

Hope you enjoyed this! ^.^

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