Chapter 1
The deep blue waves lapped against the sand shores, and ran against a small sitting womans covered foot. The woman was short, and had black hair, with natural blue sidebangs. She wore a pair of blue shorts, with a black tank top, and neon blue converse. To top it off, she wore a long dark trench coat. Her eyes were a shocking green, with a blue tint, and she had pale, frekled skin. She had a tiny figure, and the look in her eyes indicated that she was in her own little world looking out at the setting sun before her. She smiled to herself, chuckling. Then, she heard a whimsical sound, which was happy, yet painfully sad at the same time, that made the woman want to start crying, but she didn't. She wasn't sure what the sound was. It was undescribable, and yet, there are too many words to describe it. She turned around to find out what the sound was, but it stopped as the raven-haired girl stared at something with interest.. There stood a blue box, which hadn't been there before. The woman stood up, and started to walk towards it, when a man poked his head out of it. The woman was taken aback by surprise at his random apperence. He was tall, and had medium lenth brown heir, that stuck out in all directions. He had on a trench coat, much like the womans, and was wearing a dark blue suit underneath, with a lighter blue tie, and blue trousers, with skuffed yellow converse that somehow explained the wild look in his brown eyes. The woman stared at him, as he walked out of the blue box, and flung his hands apart, and walked towards her, then pulling her into a hug, saying.
"Emithia! How've you been?" Emitha pulled away, and stared at him with reservation.
"Who are you?" She asked, and started to back away from him, stopping a few feet away. The mad man tilted his head, then relisation dawn on him.
"You have met me yet." He said, in a faraway voice. Emitha stared at him as if he were crazy.
"No, No I haven't and you haven't met me, because I have never seen you before in my entire life! How do you know my name?" She demanded in a strong voice, and the man raised his hand in innocence.
"Urm, I know you in the future." He said, and Emithia rolled her eyes.
"Ha, sure. How could you possilbe know me, in the future?" She asked, smirking. The man smirked too, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the blue box. Emithia felt a small shock, but ran after the man, who was still gripping her wrist gently. He walked up to it, and pointed at the box, dropping her arm.
"That. Wanna come in?" He asked, and Emithia shot him a look, saying with attitude.
"How are we both sopposed to fit in there?" The mad man smiled, and said.
"Trust me, we will." Emithia glared at him, and asked.
"And why would I trust you, a mad man who supposibaly knows me in the future? How do I know that you're not crazy!" The man sighed, and said.
"Because you are Emithia Smith, and you crave danger. You have been through the best, and the worst, and have not been broken. You have had poor lifes, where you stuggle on the streets, that minutes later, turn to living in a mansion." Emithia started to back away again, shaking her head.
"And, that small little voice in your head is telling you to trust me, and you always listen to that voice." Emithia stopped, and stared at him with wonderment.
"How did you know that?" She asked, and the madman smirked again.
"Because you tell me that in the future, actually last time I saw you, if I remember correctly." He said, looking into the sky.
"I still don't know if I should trust you..." Emithia said, still doubtful.
"Do you trust your doctor, Emithia?" He asked, kneeling down slightly. She nodded, and the man continued.
"Hi, I'm The Doctor."
Emithia stood in the impossible room, as the Doctor walked in behind her, shutting the door, then laughing at her expression.
"Well?" He asked, and Emithia turned to look at him, asking.
"What?"
"Well, usually my other compainions have remarks about the size or whatever. Like, oh I don't know, bigger on the inside?" He replied, and Emithia nodded.
"I would just say impossible, but whatever float's your boat, Doctor. What kind of name is 'Doctor' anyway?" Emithia said, walking towards the big consle thing, which had chairs. She took off her trench coat, because it was a little warm in here, and put it on one of the pillers reaching up to the ceiling, that had a split in it, that turned it into almost a tree like formation. She walked up to the consle, and stroked the big tube in the middle, leaning over the contols on her tip toes. She heard the Doctor chuckling behind her, and turned slightly to see him, but was still running her hands over the controls.
"What?" She asked, for the second time. God, she was getting tired of that word.
"Oh, nothing. She likes you." The Doctor said, walking towards it, taking off his coat too.
"How can a machine like people?" Emithia asked, and the Doctor tsked.
"And you are off to a good start, first making fun of my name, then my TARDIS. What kind of name is Emitha too? You sound like a plant." Emithia smirked, and shrugged.
"Sorry, I'm curious, but I guess you would know that..." She said, then stepped away from the controls, and sat on the chair she had spotted earlier.
"So, anyplace in the universe, and beyond, and anytime." The Doctor said with flourish, fiddling with the controls, then turning to face her. She thought about it for abit, then shrugged again.
"Can you set it for random?" Emithia asked, and the Doctor shook his head quickly, saying.
"We might end up somewhere that people don't particularly like me..." Emithia smirked, and said.
"Awh, the Doctor was playing rough? Okay, fine. You choose. Amaze me." The Doctor turned to the controls again, and started fiddling with the controls, but he looked like he was having slight difficulty.
"Want some help?" Emithia asked, standing up and walking to the opposite side of the controls the Doctor had been flailing about. He nodded, and began to order her to push some buttons. He told her to press a button, and then he spun a wheel, and the box began to move. Emithia looked at the Doctor and he didn't seemed paniced by this, so she assumed that she was doing something right.
"I don't know!" He yelled back, then started to laugh."Where are we going?" She yelled over the sound of the TARDIS.
"I thought you said you couldn't set it to random?" She yelled, and the Doctor nodded.
"I can't! I fixed the setting so it wouldn't bring me somewhere that I'm not going to be killed at!" He said, since the TARDIS had stopped shaking and making noise. Sometime through the journay, Emitha had fallen from the turbulence. The Doctor jogged over to her, and held out his hand. She grabbed it, and pulled herself up roughly.
"So, where are we, or was that just a whole bunch of special effects?" The Doctor smirked, and gestered to the door.
"Find out." Emithia turned towards the door, and started towards it.
"Once you find out where we are, come back in. You need to change if we're not in your time period." The Doctor said, and went to one of the pillers, and grabbed his coat as Emithia walked out. He smirked to himself, when he heard her come in, saying.
"It actually worked! It really worked!" Emithia knew she was acting like a child, but she didn't really care.
"Did you find out where and when we are?" The Doctor asked, walking over to her. She nodded enthusiastically, and produced a newspaper out from behind her back.
"Londen, and 1939! Can you believe it?" She said, and started to jump abit.
"Yes..." The Doctor said, sounding far away. They both knew that year was importent for something, but couldn't figure out what. The Doctor gestered for her to follow him, saying
"Okay, well follow me to the wardrobe." After many turns, and curves, they finally reached the wardrobe. Emithia looked gleeful at the amount of clothes surrounding her, and ran to the correct section, and started going through all the beautiful clothing. She picked out a blue and black bouncy dress, with blue flats and a matching hairpeice that stood out in her hair. She ran to the changing rooms at the end of the big room, and quickly changed, folding her clothes and placing them on the bench. (Picture of dress on side, except cream parts are blue) When she came out of the dressing room, the Doctor sucking in a breath in surprise, and a smile danced across his face.
"How do I look?" Emithia asked, spinning in a circle, her hair still down, and the clip in her hand.
"Beautiful, as always." The Doctor said, grinning widely at her. She slapped his shoulder playfully, and said in a joking tone.
"Oh don't be so formal you old man." She said, then laughed along with the Doctor, who had a slightly sad look in his eyes, but she didn't notice.
"Can you help with this mess though?" She asked, gestering to her hair. The Doctor chuckled, and led her over to a vanity. She sat down, and the Doctor grabbed the hair brush, and gently ran it through her thick hair, and once it was done, put the hairclip in the normal way that girls at that age wore it. The Doctor smiled slightly at the woman, and she stared at herself in the mirror in disbeleif. That woman couldn't be her, she was too pretty to be Emithia Smith. The delicate black hair pinned up, gentle curls trailing down her face, the dress wrapping itself around the tiny body perfectly. She turned around, and smiled brightly at the Doctor.
"Let's go." She said, and the Doctor held out his arm, and she took it gracefully, and he led her back through the TARDIS and out the front door.
"I know a great place for dinner, just around the corner." He said to her, and she giggled slightly as she saw a few people throwing them envying looks.
"You have money?" She asked quietly, hoping the people around them couldn't hear. He nodded, and walked up to a bank, and handed them a peice of blank paper.
"What's that?" Emithia asked quietly, and the Doctor bent down to whisper in her ear.
"The equivelent of a bank card." He said, and Emithia nodded slightly, and looked surprised. All of a sudden, a siren sounded, and everyone in the bank looked paniced.
"Can everyone please proceed down to the bomb shelter, I repeat everyone please go to the bomb shelter." The banker said, and everyone began to file down a set of stairs. The Doctor looked upset, and Emithia looked confused.
"What's going on?" She asked as the banks doors were shut and the windows shut.
"Hitler." Was what the Doctor said. Emithia looked shocked, and hid her face in the crock of his arm, scared.
"I don't die here, right? Since you know me in the future, right?" She whispered to him, her eyes glazing over. The Doctor nodded, seeming to try to convince himself. They sat down on one of the benchs nearby. It was quite cold down here, so Emithia huddled close to the Doctor for warmth. The shaking started just as the door was closed, and the sound caused the room to shake. She started to shake, and the Doctor placed his hands on her shoulder to try and comfurt her.
"Sh, it's okay.." He said quietly in her ear. An hour later, eventually, the shaking stopped, as did the bombs. Emithia had sat up with a calm hard face, and stood up, starting to follow the rest of the people out the door, embarresment etching her face. The Doctor smirked, and walked after her, and they left the bank.
"Do we really have to go?" Emithia asked, all shame thrown away as she chased the Doctor like a child.
"Yes. I can't afford to lose you, I'm sorry." He said as Emithia grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back, but finding him pulling her along. They reached the TARDIS, and he went up to the consle, and started to press some buttons.
"Go get changed." He said, seeming angry at himself.
"It's not your fault..." She said quietly, reaching out and touching his arm slightly, but he pulled it away.
"No, it's completely my fault Emithia. I am a Time Lord, I should know my history!" He said, ashamed. He sat on the chair with his face in his hands, and waved her away.
"Just, go get dressed." He said and Emithia felt guilty to leave him this way, but there wasn't anything she could do. She ran to the wardrobe, pulling the dress off, as she got into the changing room. She had small tears running down her face in upset, but whiped them away quickly, and put on her tanktop and shorts, pulling the clip out of her hair. After, she put the dress away, bidding it a silent goodbye, and brushed out her hair, then saw the shoes. The glorious shoes. She ran over when she saw a pair of knee high heelie converse, the perfect combination, well, at least for her. She squeeled lightly, throwing off her shoes, and grabbing them, pulling them on, and smiling with glee. She heelied out to the consle, and laughed brightly. She was sure the Doctor wouldn't mind her borrowing these. The Doctor was up when she got out to the consle, and smiled brightly at her when he saw her.
"Hey." She said, plopping down on the chair where he had been sitting before. It swayed slightly as she rocked back and forth.
"Emithia, are those new shoes?" He asked, staring at them, wracking his brain to all the times he had seen her before. Emithia knew she had been caught.
"Can I please keep them? Please! If you say no, I will just take them again when I see you next." She threatened, and the Doctor sighed, knowing fully well that she would.
"Fine, just return them when your done." He said, and Emithia bounced up, wrapping her arms around him in a big hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She said, hopping around for abit.
"Hold on to something!" The Doctor warned, and set the TARDIS in motion. She grabbed the handle, and laughed brightly as the ship swung around, until she remembered where it was going, which then she sombered. The Doctor noticed that she looked upset, and once the TARDIS had stopped shaking, he held out his hand, which she took, and led her out the TARDIS on to the beach they had been standing on, what was hours ago, seemed only a few seconds back in Emithia's time.
"When do I see you next?" She asked, looking up at the Doctor, their hands still intertwind.
"Sometime this week, I promise." He said, then let go, and walked back to the TARDIS. Emithia followed so that she could get her coat.
"Here." The Doctor said, handing her a black choker with a red jewel in the middle, and her jacket. She put on the coat, and looked at the necklace in marvel.
"It's so pretty." She said, then turned around, handing the Doctor the necklace, and lifting her hair so he could clip it on. She felt the weight on her neck, and started to turn around, when all of a sudden, she heard the sound of the TARDIS de-materialising. She turning in shock, the wind blowing on her face as she watched it dissapear.
"Goodbye..." She said softly, and clutched the jewel. She turned towards her house, and ran as fast as she could. When she got inside, she grabbed her phone from the counter and dial her bestfriend, Emily, number.
"Herro?" She said, then laughed.
"Hey Emily. Want to meet me at my house tomorrow? I have a story I want you to look over." She said, grinning, then when Emily agreed, she said goodbye, and hung up, then ran over to her desk, and started to write about her night, changing the names so that it was possibly sellable. She forgot to mention to the Doctor that she was a writer, and Emily was her editer. But, he probably already knew that.
Oh how much fun she was going to have with this.