Note: This seemed like a really good spur of the moment idea. I seem to have a lot of those. And due to my rule of not creating OCs unless they don't interact with main characters seriously, Bella Swan fitted what was needed. Suck. It.
Also, Emilia Clarke is playing this specific Bella. Accent and all trope.
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Prologue
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Bella dawdled. She was particularly good at it, too. Renee had never really liked it, always twitchy when Bella lingered and ran her fingers over surfaces with a sort of reminiscent air. Though in a sense it was perfectly reasonable, as Bella usually felt herself becoming nostalgic in museums and landmarks-and if nothing else, Renee's passion for traveling had never really dwindled, even after her messy divorce from Charlie.
Bella'd never been sure of the circumstance, but neither her mother nor father had ever felt the need to share the story. They'd been together, and then they hadn't.
Still, maybe it was because Bella had not chosen her father, or the icky feeling in her tummy that told her she was forgetting something desperately important-but she dawdled in the now almost bare walls of her childhood home.
She had vague, and yet still distinctly fond memories of the place. Bella gently tugged on her oversized hoodie, feeling wistful as her eyes raked over the chipped paint. Her hands found there way to the staircase railing, and then she was thumping up the stairs, her suitcase forgotten by the door as she sprung into her father's room.
He stood by the window, watching her mother pack their split belongings. He didn't turn when she came in, but gave a slight wave over his shoulder as acknowledgement.
Bella's feet moved by her own accord, scuttling over to her mother's forgotten jewelry box. Renee had been rather fond of the object, despite never wearing jewelry herself, and Bella had never known why her mother felt compelled to keep it.
"It was a gift, Bella, dear." she'd say almost sadly. "It would be wrong to throw away such a thoughtful present."
Bella thought to box looked like something someone had decided they hadn't wanted anymore, and wasn't expensive enough originally to be considered an antique, so it'd been passed onto some poor sap.
Still, her fingers found their way inside, wrapping around a pocket watch with similar swirls on it as the box.
It was broken, Bella decided almost instantly, nearly losing interest until Charlie said quietly, "You always did tell her not to forget it."
Bella frowned. "I'm sorry?"
"The watch, it's yours, you know. Renee almost always forgot it existed. The perception filter was a bit too high, I suppose." said Charlie warily.
Uncertainly, Bella turned back to the watch when it seemed like he father wasn't going to say anymore. At a second glance, the watch proved to be much more intriguing, and without any real consent, Bella's fingers had worked there way to the side, clicking it open.
She stood enraptured as memories flooded back to her.
"Charlie," she felt herself say, her mind suddenly racing. She coughed, regeneration energy coming from her mouth.
"Charlie," she demanded, drawing her companions attention. He looked at her unsurely.
"Yeah?"
"Why the bloody hell am I a girl?" the Doctor's voice came out a squeak.
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