Hello people of places! Time for yet another story that I really hope for once I complete. I have high hopes for this dodgy piece of literature mostly because I only have five more days of school time before I'm a free kid! ... Until y'know about 4 months time. Eh, we all dream. ANYWAY :- Onto this story then? Right I guess it's set just before the episode 'The Rebel Flesh' OH OH, and people who have just seen the episode 'A Good Man Goes to War' I was SO not expecting that ending. I can't believe we have to wait until 'Autumn' UGH Hello three month wait -.-' :) Anyways onto the story, hope you enjoy xx
Chapter 1
The Invisible Room
Little legs knelt on the duvet; chubby fingers clasping the torch with purpose. Blonde hair fell in waves around her face as she held a steadily progressing frown. The darkness that lapped around the light emanating from the torch did not scare her. The fact that the torch was now flickering with a faltering rhythm did not faze her in the slightest... What did scare her?
Her heart leapt at the sound of a whirring noise. Downstairs. Entire rooms bathed in darkness, yet from the crack of her bedroom door... she could see it.
A small dull light, fading in and out from existence. It cast daft shadows of her disembowelled Barbie dolls and felt tip red-eyed stuffed toys against the walls. She could tell; deep in her gut that the light was not normal.
The whooshing of a churning engine sent her feet over the edge of her bed. Flattening her hair, that six year old child in the yellow and blue duck pyjamas left her room. The doorknob turned, her feet hit the carpet floors. Her torch flickered again, tiny feet almost tripping over the wide open stairs. Each step she took plotted a sound. The light was slowly fading, but she knew that whatever had made it was still there. She just knew.
Just about to turn right on the stairs, hands securely gripping the oak safety rails...
"Shh!"
She froze.
Had she just been 'shhed?'
With one quick glance around her surroundings she concluded that there was no one in gazing distance to have resulted in her silence. Taking another step down the stairs she felt her heart beat slowing into a steady thump as she was greeted with silence from the notoriously creaky step. She held her breath, reasoning with herself whether she was going mad or not.
"Why are we here?"
She nearly choked on the air that rushed into her lungs. That voice was defiantly female. And Scottish. She wasn't going mad; there were people in the house!
"Shh Ponds, we can't be found out." She had to strain her ears to catch the voice, but she was sure it was a man that had now taken the role of the speaker. He seemed adamant in not being caught. A likely story for any burglar.
She could have run.
She could have done a lot of things.
Notify her parents? Call the police? Would they believe a six year old girl in the dead of night saying that two people had appeared in her living room through the source of an eerie light?
"Doctor..."
"Shh!"
Three people, there were three people! That was a definite male voice that had spoken against this... Doctor.
Why would a Doctor be stealing from her home? Her parents got a steady income but she was almost sure Doctors were well off.
"Then why are we here?" Demanded the female.
"Sometimes... aliens are sent to other Planets when their own is in distress. Usually they are infants or the authorities wouldn't allow it. These children are usually put up for adoption and the human parents never find out that their child was an alien."
That was the 'Doctor's' voice. What on Earth was he talking about? Aliens were those things from Space that you saw in movies, not the things that have been proven to exist. Although she dreamed of a world where aliens existed; evidence was always proven fake. She didn't like that.
She could hear some things uttered beyond her comprehension... she had to get closer.
Slipping down the last of the stairs, she trekked quietly to the archway in which the voices were coming from. The archway that led to her living room.
With one sneaky look around the archway, she was relieved to see that the people had their backs turned to her... but not so relieved to realise that her theories had just been confirmed.
There were two men.
The tallest was wearing a tweed jacket and sneaking a glance in the blurred reflection of the window leading to her garden she could see that the man was also wearing a bow tie. How odd. Bow ties she had always found quite silly. Cleverly, the man's figure hid her from view of the window's reflection, but because of it she was also able to identify the smaller man with a rather big nose to be wearing what appeared to be a checked shirt and jeans. Then there was the woman, holding the smaller man's hand with some form of affection. Her hair was ginger and flowed beyond her shoulders in waves; her clothes consisting of a red checked shirt and jeans also. Who were these people?
"Who are we looking for then?" It was the smaller man that had directed the question to the other man that she was certain must have been the 'Doctor.'
The Doctor man seemed to fiddle within his tweed jacket and produce a sheet of paper from inside. Reading from the paper aloud he said, "Her name is Allie Parks, six years of age... birthday the seventeenth of May 1994, or so she was told... and here we go. She was adopted on the sixth of June 1995." The Doctor folded the sheet of paper cleanly and placed it back inside his jacket.
"That's the information from the adoption agency," he informed with a smirk to the two frowning accomplices.
She could feel her heart sink lower and lower into the pits of her stomach. My name is Allie Parks. My birthday is the seventeenth of May. I'm six years old!
Tears gathered in her eyes which she angrily blinked away, confused and yet positive she wanted to hear more.
The man then produced a second sheet of paper from his pocket, "Her Planet of origin is Lucranine Four, and it was destroyed several days after her parents sent her away in an escape pod. Her parents didn't survive. Her people are able to disguise themselves as the species that give them physical contact but their real forms are..." the Doctor turned the paper over and looked at the picture printed on the back carefully, "Oh yes I remember these... they are like little imps from fairy tales. Quite cute if you ask me."
The ginger rolled her eyes, "Okay, very nice and all but why do we need to know?"
Allie rubbed her head angrily. Something about that Planet name... it seemed familiar.
How could it? I'm human! All my life... I have been human! I wasn't adopted... at least. No, mama would have told me. What is going on?
"We just have to make sure that they are in safe hands and then leave. Simple as that really." The Doctor grinned.
"Well this place looks nice enough," the other man observed, his body suddenly turning to look behind.
Allie lost her last breath, her body falling numb as she rolled herself out of sight from the man's gaze. The man paused.
"Doctor..." He began.
The Doctor turned around with him, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the archway. "It's alright, you don't need to hide." His voice sounded kinder... trustable. What was she thinking? Three strangers were in her house!
The Doctor smirked, "so she's a fan of hide and seek as well," he mused, taking a step closer.
The ginger grabbed his arm, her eyes narrowing at him slightly. "Doctor, really. She's only a kid. Three strangers in her house? Do the math."
Allie found herself nodding along as her body slipped back into view, her wide blue eyes resting on each stranger cautiously.
The Doctor crouched lower, seemingly attempting to become less of a threat if he were shorter. "Are you safe here? Are you happy?" he asked, his deep chocolate eyes seeming older than the rest of his face as he looked straight into her own.
Allie nodded slowly, her eyebrow lifting slightly. "Y-You're old." She managed to speak through her infant voice.
The Doctor smirked, patting her head gently. "How old?" he inquired, his voice getting lower as if he didn't want the other two strangers to hear.
Allie blinked away her tears angrily as she rubbed at her face.
One hundred and... Nine hundred and...
Her eyes widened, "so very old, Sir. You should be dead."
The Doctor laughed, ruffling her hair before he stood up and walked back to the strangers. "Telepathy, a work in progress. You keep on trying." He instructed with a firm finger point.
Allie found herself nodding yet again.
The ginger whispered into the other man's ear and then she tugged the Doctor's arm. "Come on Doctor, places to go, people to see!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes and turned away. Allie watched in anticipation as he suddenly seemed to snap his fingers. Air hitched in her throat as she almost fell backwards in surprise as two invisible doors opened inwardly, revealing a large bronze room. "How..." she choked, her little legs taking steps forward.
The Doctor stopped her with a shake of his head, the two strangers rushing within the invisible room. "Some other time perhaps." He smiled, his body too disappearing within the room before the doors closed leaving her with her below average living room scene.
About to turn away, Allie's ears were filled with the wheezing roar of an engine come to life. Suddenly, before her eyes a tall blue police box appeared, glowing in an eerie light as it whooshed and wheezed, fading in and out of sight as a huge gust of wind blew her hair behind her shoulders.
That was the day Allie Parks met the Doctor.
That was the day Allie Parks found out she was adopted.
YES, It is over. For some of you it could be relief. No more words! To others you may wish to read more. I'm a good girl... no nasty cliffhangers on the first chapter, I don't roll like that. Maybe some other time *wink wink*
UNTIL THEN, and I do hope that won't be too long, see you around. OH and do you see that review button? I think you should click it. It makes me express the desire to continue a story. It also makes me happy. That's a good deed. You like being good right? :)