Prologue: The Curious Case of Miss Katharine Elliot
Katharine Elliot had never been an ordinary girl. In fact a lot of people in the parish of Broxbourne thought her to be quite a bit odd. Especially those her own age.
It had been going on for as long as she remembered: She would be playing with her peers, trying to make friends with them, they'd talk about all kinds of things and Katharine would voice her opinion on the matter at hand.. and then.. then they'd give her that look.. that look she got from nearly every person she talked to; a look of disbelief, concern, fright, and all these other emotions combined in that one glare, they sent her after she'd spoken her mind.
In no way did Katharine blame people for finding her odd, cause she herself knew that she wasn't normal. She wasn't mental or anything; although now and again, she would have preferred to be.. it would have been much simpler.
For as long as she remembered, she'd had knowledge that she shouldn't have had.. Knowledge of future. She had never doubted that all the things she knew – all those amazing things stored in her mind – were true. They were too fantastic to be made up by a child. Sometimes she even felt as if her mind was a library; all these things catalogued inside her head, and when she "needed" knowledge about something new, it just appeared.
The only person with whom Katharine felt comfortable discussing her "ability" was her younger sister, Emma. She was three years younger than Katharine, and had always been very understanding about the whole thing, where as their older brother, Henry, had outgrown his belief in his sister's tales entirely.
Their parents had always said it was her imagination, and was convinced she would out grow it, but when she had reached the age, where a young lady ought to start looking for a husband, and she was still convinced she could see the future, her parents had had enough of it. They had told her she needed to grow up and stop talking nonsense, and from that day Katharine had kept it to herself – and Emma, of course.. though from time to time Katharine would make a tiny slip, and say something to "out there" for people around her to understand, which got them talking about her being odd.
However Katharine had learned not to care. As long as she had her sister to talk to about it, she was satisfied – at least that is what she tried to convince herself of, but she couldn't help but wonder if somewhere out there, in the world, there was someone who understood.. someone who could tell her, why she had all this knowledge.. or maybe someone exactly like her. Sometimes she wished she could just consult a doctor, and he would be able to explain it all, but logic told her that clearly no such doctor existed.
AN: with Amy & Rory possibly leaving the TARDIS at the end of the series, I starting thinking who/what I would like a new companion to be like.. and for a long time I've thought it would be cool for the Doctor to have a companion who wasn't from the 20th/21st century, so I came up with one who is just a bit earlier =P
Anyways, this "chapter" is horrible (don't judge the story by it - pretty please!), but I needed to explain the 'situation' as it were, and I'm always bad at starting my stories, but hopefully this will make it much easier for me to write on.. I know what's gonna happen in the next couple of chapters, so it shouldn't be too long before the update.