Title: A Big Bad Wolf and a Big Blue Box

Rating: T because I'm paranoid and possible later chapters, Possible M for even later, any M chapters will have a warning at the beginning

Author: SkyeMars

Summary: Skye has just graduated, and it was a lot less exciting than expected. On her last visit to the school two very frightening words haunt her day. Being a woman of science Skye convinces herself its just coincidence until she returns to her apartment to find more terror and uncertainty, maybe this universe isn't what Skye thinks it is.

Okay so I suck at summaries and I apologize. This idea has been bouncing around my mind for about a month so I finally decided to write it down. This is the second fic I've ever published and I realize I could use a lot of improvement. This is unbeta'd so sorry for any spelling errors.

Chapter one

Vandalism

Grad was less than exciting, in fact, it was utterly boring. Skye Reinette Sofia Marie trotted down the stairs to her tiny apartment, pondering the events of the night. The lock on the door clicked softly as she was allowed entrance to her tiny apartment. Inside was a tiny excuse for a living room which opened directly into a kitchenette, to the right was door that led to the single bedroom and attached bathroom. She started renting the place at the beginning of her eleventh year, choosing to stay and finish school instead of moving back to the farm with her parents. To be honest she hadn't expected much from the celebration, she'd been to others. Skye was quite good at school, you see, she always got her homework done and she was never late. All the teachers loved her. Unfortunately this little quirk of hers also meant she had very little patience for mundane and (in her mind) trivial events. It wasn't that she didn't have friends. No, Skye was something of a social butterfly in others eyes, this may have due to her oddly striking looks. Skye was tall, with curves, and had eyes that held so much depth one would feel as though they were looking at the ocean while staring at them. Deep down though, Skye felt that the events of ordinary life weren't very exciting, and ordinary people weren't very exciting. It was easy enough to deal with though, and it wasn't like her life lacked purpose. That's why she was going to major in physics right? So she could find more in the deceivingly Plain world around her. But that's also why she wanted to major in engineering, aeronautical to be exact, build spaceships and find other more interesting worlds. But that's also why she wanted to be on board that space ship, sailing into the stars seeing who knows what and going who knows where. Skye had to face it, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do after school.

Well, right now she was going to have a bath, make herself a cup of tea, and curl up with a good book. Because honestly, what else does one do when they are facing the turmoil of the future?

The kettle whistled patiently in the background of Skye's thoughts as though it was used to being forgotten. The blonde rose from her seat and set down her worn copy of The Hobbit. She scampered to the stove as the kettle was becoming insistent and loud. Slowly she poured the steaming water into her fairly new T.A.R.D.I.S shaped tea pot. It had been a gift from her parents, sent through the mail when they couldn't make down for her birthday due to her sister falling ill. Her sapphire eyes fixed on it. If only that show was more than a brilliantly developed bit of fiction. Skye had often thought about traveling with the doctor, it would certainly be more exciting than her normal human earth life. The prospect of inter-planetary travel had fascinated her since she was little. In fact she was dead set on becoming an astronaut until she entered grade ten and realised her incredible interest in physics. She longed to meet a person of another species. Even viewing a non-sentient pile of living goo would amaze her if from a place other than earth.

Skye shook her head, the tea was getting cold and over-steeped, but it would have to do. She plopped back down into the Soft old chair her mother had given her from the old house. After trying and failing to become engaged with her book, the girl reached down and pulled her laptop up from where it had been charging. Pulling the top up, Skye marveled once again at the smooth, sleek device. Another birthday gift, but from her grandparents, also sent through the mail due to her grandfathers troubled back. The computer booted up in record time, and Chrome loaded almost instantly. The apartment building had shockingly good Wi-Fi for the price and size of the place. Skye had to admit, she had it pretty good. She clicked a few buttons and pressed a few keys until the familiar blue logo popped up. Tapping another couple of words for the username and password, the screen switched to the comforting layout of her Tumblr dash. Scrolling through was relaxing, she giggled at gifs (jifs?) and marveled at Benedict Cumberbatch (Bumbleberry Cucmberbasket?) and of course she stared with wonder at the pictures of the TARDIS and its pilot, The Doctor. She listened to some entertaining sound clips taken out of context from a supernatural episode, and reblogged until she hit post limit. Glancing over at the barely visible analog clock peeking out from behind various pictures and posters hung on the wall. Skye decided it was time to head to bed and at least attempt to sleep. After all, she still had to go to school tomorrow, or rather, she had to go to the school. She was done classes but had a couple things to wrap up with grad committee and all of her other clubs.

Skye woke to a rather pleasant alarm that consisted of the Sherlock theme softly played on the piano. It was her favourite alarm, it started her day off with thoughts of her various fandoms. Lying back down, the girl pondered her schedule for the day. Most of it consisted of formalities and clean-ups, nothing thrilling. Eventually she convinced herself to get out of bed, Skye had never been much of a morning person. She lazily puttered around the cluttered room looking for suitable clothing. She settled on her most comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt which outlined the stages of human evolution. Overtop she wore a hoodie printed to look like the ironman suit. It was a wonder Skye had made it through school being as popular as she was, as this kind of lazy outfit was quite normal for her. The same goes for her habit of not bothering with makeup and pulling her hair up into a messy bun. Her mother said everyone like her because of her intelligence and charisma. Skye suspected it was because of the large double d`s attached to her chest. Very pronounced even in the baggy unflattering clothing she wore. Grabbing her bag the tall girl reached around her awkwardly long legs to tie her shoes. The legs were the source of her height, Skye's torso was actually quite small. Unfortunately that made for some odd clothing sizes and awkward shoe tying. Her Jeep unlocked with a short click as she pressed the button on her keys. The car was old and worn, a stick shift, but it was sturdy and Skye liked it. It even had a name, Alonso. It started on the first try, making Skye smile. She pulled out of the parking lot and out onto the main road. The traffic wasn't horrendous but tourist season was approaching and for Sylvan Lake that meant inexperienced drivers pulling trailers with trucks that could barely take the weight. Suffice to say, defensive driving was a mandatory skill here. Despite the various campers around town, Alberta weather seemed to have changed its mind yet again, as a steady drizzle was settling in for probably the rest of the day.

The student parking lot was mostly empty, Skye was quite early. She jogged to the doors to avoid the growing amount of rain and almost slipped as her sneakers went from rough gravel to smooth linoleum. This action caused her to slide and almost fall into tall, unfamiliar figures arms. Righting herself, the girl spun to thank the person, but they were gone. Skye thought nothing of it, it was probably some passing student who had seen her falling and righted her. The odd encounter left her thoughts as soon as she spotted Isabelle, her bright red hair stuck out against the white of the walls. Isabelle was tall, taller than Skye, but she was as thin as a twig. The red head scampered the short distance and greeted Skye with a shoulder tackle into the nearest locker.

"Hey girl heyyy." Isabelle grinned as she said the words, this had been there standard greeting throughout most of high school. Skye grinned back. After wandering aimlessly through the halls waiting for the day to start Skye spoke up.

"So, we've graduated" She commented

"So it seems" Isabelle replied

"What do we do now?"

"We pray that our parents don't kick us out"

They collapsed into a fit of giggles and talked of parents and how Isabelle's mother had unreasonable expectations. Isabelle had been valedictorian and her mother still felt she focused too much on her fandoms than on school work. After some time the halls began to crowd with the tens and elevens heading to their classes. Skye said goodbye to Isabelle and wandered off to where she was supposed to meet the rest of the grad committee.

The meeting was boring, no one wanted to be there really. Although they did get quite a lot done despite the shared lack of enthusiasm. Skye milled about after it was over, saying thank you's and good lucks and all the formalities that came from saying good bye to a school club. After the meeting, Skye had nothing on her schedule for the next block. She had thought about going back to her apartment but decided against it. Choosing instead to sit in the common area, after all it was getting close to her last chance. Her eyes wandered over the now blindingly white walls. They had once been painted with the signatures of past grad classes, but the school board had ordered the tradition stopped when too many people started writing Rude and intolerable messages instead of their signatures. Of course, that didn't stop the messages. As soon as the walls had been painted the students had attacked them with tiny acts of vandalism. Most were false professions of everlasting love scribbled in pencil, but some of the more daring had written some clever stuff in sharpie. She walked along the wall, letting her eyes read whichever messages caught her eye. There were the stock messages that one finds on the wall of any school.

Jamie and Angelina forever xoxoxo

LIVE WHILE YOU'RE YOUNG YOLO SWAG

2013 3

F*ck school Ima be a dope deala

And then there were the ones she actually found interesting, the clever puns and quotes written by those who actually wanted to leave a mark.

There is a fine line between word and World

I never learned anything by listening to myself

-Larry King

I never learned anything by listening to a teacher

-Anonymous

Czechoslovakia yourself before you reckoslovakia yourself

I assume the phaser you`re carrying is set to the same setting as you…

…stunning

She chuckled and continued along the wall, letting her thoughts wander. Eventually she sat down, pondering the true purpose of eyebrows after a particularly thought provoking scribble. Glancing around she realised how truly empty the school was, or rather the common area. Most everyone was in classes or had left the school, this included teachers. She was completely alone with her thoughts. It was nice, she supposed, being able to take in her surroundings in complete solitude, she enjoyed it. Her eyes continued scanning the walls for lack of anything else to stare at. All of the sudden, her vision centred on two bold words she had been sure weren't there before.

BAD WOLF

Please review, any constructive criticism will be welcomed. I should be uploading the other chapters shortly.