Hello there, Reader! How are you? You look nice. Do you want a drink? Yes, I am sweet- talking you. Why, you say? Because you are a perspective reviewer.
Hi, again! Okay, so this is my first story I've written for the amazing show of Dr. Who. Wait! Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please, please, PLEASE, don't leave! not yet. Why did I stop you? Because I want you to read. So this is something that wandered into my head while watching Dr. Who in my living room. Alone. In my pajamas. At 2 in the afternoon. Yeah. . . I have no life. This happens somewhere smack- dab in the middle of Season Two of the new series. Have fun! Oh, and I have nothing against Alabama. It's just kind if an inside joke between my friends in I. Enjoy!
"Brilliant, that was!" Rose exclaimed, as she entered the TARDIS. The Doctor was right behind her. "We just saved London from alien invaders. Again!"
"Well, I was great, if I do say myself. Personally, I could use some food. What do you want to eat, literally, pick anything in the world. I'm in the mood for-" he stopped abruptly, pulling out his sonic screwdriver. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.
"Sounds like humming," Rose replied, also whispering.
Rose turned toward the sound which was coming from behind the machinery. Whoever, or whatever, was making the sound was behind the time- traveling apparatus, in the shadows, so it couldn't be seen.
"If it was evil, shouldn't it have attacked by now?" Rose asked quietly.
The Doctor thought for a moment and then replied, "Yeah, it should've. Does it sound human to you? Like a girl?"
The humming continued, the creature, or girl, completely oblivious to Rose and the Doctor.
"Yeah, it does," Rose answered.
The Doctor spoke, this time loudly, calling out to the unwelcome guest. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The creature stepped into the light, revealing itself. Herself. The unknown creature in the TARDIS turned out to be a girl, about 13 years of age. Nothing remarkable about her. Average build and height. She spoke out in an annoying high- pitched voice, "I don't know."
Doctor and Rose looked at each other, then back at the girl. "Don't play games!" Rose nearly shouted at the girl.
"My arm hurts," mystery girl whined. Their attention was directed toward a large cut on her arm, bleeding heavily.
"Bullocks! You got blood on my floor!" Doctor yelled.
Rose, looking sympathetic, rushed toward the girl, sitting her on the nearest chair. She grabbed some gauze out of a handy- dandy first aid kit and started wrapping it around her arm.
Doctor walked forward and asked the girl again, "Who are you?"
The girl thought hard for a moment then said, "I don't know. Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Well, then shouldn't you be used to blood on the floor? This doesn't look like a hospital. Did you bring me here?" she asked. Rose was appling presure to her arm, listening to the conversation intently.
"If I brought you here, would I be asking who you were? And not a doctor, the Doctor!"
"Now I'm confused," she replied.
"Don't move," Doctor said, pushing his forehead onto the girl's.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice growing higher- pitched than before.
"Amazing! Well, not amazing for you. All of you're memories, completely wiped clean. I've never seen anything like this before. Normally they're just buried, but you have no recollection of them at all. Like I said, it's amazing!"
"So, I'll never remember anything? I don't even know my name. . ." she said, looking sad.
"Well, you may regain some of the memories. Over time. Maybe. Well, probably not."
"Doctor!" Rose said, trying to tell him that he was being insensitive.
"No, I guess that could be a good thing, right? What if I used to have an awful life? Or if I was named something horrid. Now it's sort of like a choose- your- own- adventure kind of thing."
"That's optimistic," the Doctor stated.
"But where am I to go? I have no idea where I'm from."
"Sounds as if you're from America," Rose said, trying to help.
"That works. It's not as if America is thousands of miles of land! How 'bout we just pick a spot? New York? Anywhere but Alabama. There's rednecks there," she said.
"You can travel with us. At least until we find where you're from," Rose suggested.
"Oh no! No, no, no!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I travel with one companion. One. Not two. One. If I had two that would just be awful. I mean, that's two stupid humans to look after. Too much work on my part. I'm been feeling a bit lazy, as of late. No, just, no. And you don't look eighteen. Based on my psychic retinal evaluation I learned, you're approximately 13. I can't travel with minors, I'll get arrested! And teenagers moods are always up and down and up and down, and I don't think I could handle that. And not to mention-"
"You talk too much," the girl told Doctor. Rose giggled. "I'm going to decide this for myself, thank you very much. I'm going to stay with you. Traveling, you say? Where do you travel? All around the world, or just Europe?"
"But, it's my ship! You can't just decide that you're-"
She cut him off again. "I just did."
"Spunky, she is. Well, to answer your question, I am the Doctor-"
"You all ready said that."
"Shut up! Let me finish! I am the Doctor, and I travel through time and space in the TARDIS."
"What? That's impossible."
"Nothing's impossible.
"Okay, cool. Do you want to know something? You're absolutely bonkers," she said. "Do you have any rooms in this magical ship of yours? I'd like to get ready for bed. I'm tired."
"No! You can't just invite yourself into someone else's place. You can't!" Doctor exclaimed.
"Okay, then, I'll find it myself." She left the main room and went off to a hallway, adventuring.
"Wait, uh, human?" he tried to call out to her. He then turned to Rose. "What do I call her?"
"I don't know!" Rose answered. "But I like her. She doesn't care what you think. Ha! You can't boss her around!"
"I don't boss people around!" he said, following after the girl.
He walked down the TARDIS's hall peeking into different rooms. Down the hall, he walked into the last room. She was lying on a bed, reading a book that she picked up from the large book shelf. He looked stressed. "Oi! That's my book!" he barked at her.
After a moment she peered over the book, and said, "Well, you aren't reading it, are you?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then it'll be okay, won't it?" She made a frowny face and said, "What? Doesn't the lwittle Docty- Wocty want to share his toys?"
"Will you stop that!? Please? You just can't do whatever you want!"
"Why not?"
"Urg! Just do what you want! Just, under no circumstances look in that closet!" he said, as he pointed to a wardrobe in the corner.
"Well, you do realize that now that you told me not to open it, I probably will," she said.
Doctor sighed. "Of course."
Okay! There it is! Should I continue? Hate it, love it? Any feedback would be amazing! As you've noticed, I don't have a Beta. Do you think I need one? And now, be honest: From what you've seen so far, is she a Mary- Sue? I tried my best for not to be, but I wasn't sure. Thanks for reading! See that little box down there? That's a police call box. Click on it, you'll see. If you review, the Doctor will ask you to be his new companion. Seriously.