A/N: This is my first multi-chap story. There will be some chapters that earn the 'M' rating. I will make sure to give you the 'heads up' on those chapters.
This chapter doesn't feature any of the usual Doctor Who characters but don't worry as River will be making an appearance in the next chapter.
Enjoy :)
Solomon brushed his wavy blond hair out of his face as he looked up at a book high on the library shelf. He cursed softly under his breath. If only he was tall like his brothers. Heck, even being six foot – still smaller than his brothers – would be better. With a sigh and a shake of his head Solomon looked around for a stool. With a small smile, he walked over to the little wooden stool at the end of the row of books. Picking it up, Solomon carried the stool over to where the book, "Important Artifacts of the 23rd Century," sat high on a shelf. He was going to need that book if he wanted a good mark from Professor Song. She was a hard but fair marker. She expected the best from her students but unlike other professors Dr. Song put effort into her students and expected them to rise to the occasion.
Shaking the hair out of his face again Solomon reached for the book, standing on his tip-toes he wobbled, almost losing his balance. In one quick movement, he grabbed the book and hopped down from his precarious position atop the stool. With his prize tucked under his arm Solomon ran his fingers through his hair before bending to pick up his backpack. Swinging it over his shoulder the young archeology student made his was to the front of the library to check his book out.
Making his way through the aisles of books, Solomon heard the sound of heavy footfalls behind him. Yet, every time he turned to look behind himself, no one was there. With a frown, Solomon quickened his pace hoping to get away from the eerie sound. Flying out from between the rows of shelves Solomon ran into a strong muscular arm. "Gahh!" He grunted falling on his butt, his book spinning away from him.
"My… My… What have we here?" A tall and very large man bent to pick up the book that now lay at his feet. "'Important Artifacts of the 23rd Century.' Are you an archeology student by chance?" The man's gravelly voice suited his tanned face that was lined with scars.
Gulping heavily Solomon nodded, his hair bouncing.
"Good." The man bent over again but this time his large meaty hand wrapped around Solomon's arm and pulled him roughly to his feet.
Struggling, Solomon tried to pull his arm out of the man's tight grip but nothing, not even kicking, loosened the man's hold on his arm. "Let me go!"
"No, I need you to do something for me." The chuckle that escaped the man sent a shiver of fear through the student's body.
Tripping over his feet Solomon tried to keep up with the man's long strides. "Where are you taking me?"
"It's not where I am taking you but where you are taking me." The man grumbled as they slowed to a stop outside of the library. "You are going to take me to River Song."
Another wave of fear rolled through Solomon's body. Professor Song always had the wildest stories about her adventures but most of the students thought she told them for laughs and that they weren't actually real. Solomon was beginning to think otherwise. "Why do you think I know her?" He gulped.
The man shook Solomon roughly before pressing his face toward Solomon's, "You are an archeology student and River Song is one of the most well known professor's on campus. You will take me to her." He growled.