Hi everyone, and welcome to the story! I hate writing introductions but here we go...
Without giving away too much of the plot, the main character is eighteen, just finished College (High School/Secondary College for those who live outside the UK, which includes me, don't worry) and her timeline is based in 2010.
HOWEVER! The story will be based in series one, which means that it will feature the ninth doctor to begin with, for all intents and purposes majority of the time it will be 2005, and there will be Rose, and there will be Captain Jack. This is all possible because, you guessed it. WIBBLY-WOBLY TIMEY WIMEY!
In all seriousness, I wanted to do something different rather than just start at the episode "Rose" and re-hash it all to include my character. It also gives younger Doctor Who fans the chance to relate to the character, as it's a bit closer to home.
That's all I really have to say now without giving too much of the plot away.
I will say this though: this story will be a triology. It's going to be more "M" rated than the PG rating the show has, so kind of like Doctor Who as if it aired Torchwood style. If this isn't your thing turn back now, but I will say right now there will be no outright sex scenes. So I guess if that's also your thing turn back now, but I will have enough mature things in here to keep a crude crowd happy.
Alright now I am rambling, so here's the story, and if there's anything else I need to add I'll include it later.
Title Credit: Good Riddance (Time of your Life) - Green Day. All three parts of the trilogy will have lyrics taken from this song as the title.
Let's hang out another night yeah? I need to have two beers before cricket tomorrow so I'm going to the pub
I groaned in disgust, as I picked up my phone and received this message. Scoffing, I put the phone down and sat on my computer chair, deep in thought.
I didn't even like the guy, I was only casually dating him at the time being because, well, to be frank just because I could. I wasn't leading the poor guy on and I kept insisting to him I wanted nothing serious, but at the same time he was being what people saw of the stereotypical female and not men, accepting of my wishes but thinking he could change my mind.
When you cancel existing plans to go to the pub, I don't think so.
I snapped out of being deep in thought and realised my predicament. I had spent a long time on my hair tonight, just to stay at home tonight on the computer or watching movies? I don't think so. I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.
I picked up the mobile, and began texting a few friends.
An hour slowly passed, with three out of five friends texting back saying they weren't free to do anything tonight. I knew I wouldn't hear from the other two tonight, or at least a lot later when it was too late to do anything.
So instead I got all dressed up and got on the tube to London city centre by myself. A lot of people were too scared to go out by themselves. Some were scared for their safety, while at the other end of the scale some were scared of the social repercussions of being seen out alone.
I was tough, I'd seen the face of danger quite a few times and could cleverly talk myself out, the times I couldn't I was able to physically remove myself one way or another. Besides, I wasn't planning on getting that drunk tonight, as I had to work tomorrow. However I was probably the poster child of 'going out for a quiet one and ending up stumbling through the door and passing out on the hallway' so I shouldn't make any assumptions yet.
There were plenty of pubs to choose from, and because it was a Friday night there were plenty of patrons for after work drinks. I chose a regular pub I went to with a number of friends, it was a pub I used to sneak into when I was underage. The first time I ever got drunk was here at the tender age of sixteen. Ahh, I'm full of class.
I walked in, and noticed that all three levels were quite full of people. I smirked inwardly to myself, plenty of groups of men to flirt with, and when I got bored I could go to a different level and the previous group would be none the wiser.
I cracked my knuckles for the dramatic effect, fluffed up my hair and then made my way to the bar for the kill.
I had somehow ended up on the dance floor with a guy I had been snogging most of the night. He was pretty cute, neat black hair, nice business suit. We had been dancing a little dirty on the dance floor, and alarm bells went off just a tad. I was a big flirt, but when it came to anything further than snogging I didn't go there. I was all talk, and I knew it.
"Should we go somewhere a little more quiet? Perhaps, my apartment?" The man (who's name was Desmond) asked, a sly smile on his face.
I didn't find this sleazy, at least not yet. He has every right to ask, or test the waters to see if I would go forward with what he wanted to do. It was if he tried to press forward and I didn't want to, then he would be upgraded to sleaze.
"Um, not tonight. Sorry Desmond, I have to work tomorrow, I definitely have to go home tonight." I said to him, stepping away from him. He however, took a step forward.
"Aw come on babe, I'll cook you breakfast and drive you home tomorrow. What do you say?" Desmond asked me, wrapping an arm around my torso and leaning in for a kiss.
I had to suppress a smirk. How many girls had fallen for something similar, only to be tossed out of the apartment in the morning, or even earlier. I had said no, Desmond proceeded. He had now moved into sleaze territory. I had to remove myself from the situation before it got dangerous.
"I'm just going to go to the toilet, alright?" I smiled at Desmond, before slinking off.
My plan was to go to the toilet, slip out of the busy pub and then go home and sleep, and get up for work tomorrow. I was a drink away from getting drunk, it was beginning to get late, and if I stayed longer I'd have to deal with Desmond. No thanks.
As I was metres away from the toilet, a hand grabbed out to me. I spun around and found myself to face a young couple at the bar together. The girl was somewhere around my age, and was quite pretty even if she was a little bit of a chav, with bleach blonde hair and dark eyebrows which showed it wasn't her natural hair colour. It still suited her, but I bet she looked better with her natural hair colour. Her boyfriend had a dark complexion, and looked a little older than her.
"We've been watching you for a while. You don't seem too keen on him. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just remember that." The blonde girl informed me, sending me a small smile.
A lot of people wouldn't like to be spoken to like that, feeling that they were being babied or it was no one else's business. I however had to smile. Not many people care about their fellow neighbour these days, so it was absolutely lovely that this stranger was making sure I was okay.
"Awww, well thank you. I'll be fine, my plan is to go to the toilet and then do the old slip-a-roo by sneaking out and going home. I do have work tomorrow." I informed her.
"Well, alright. We'll keep a lookout for you just in case until you go home," The blonde stated with a frown but quickly chirped up "Nice to meet you by the way, I'm Rose."
"I'm Natalie. Thank you for looking out for me. Hopefully I'll seeya around." I smiled, and then looked at the man with her. He just blankly stared at me, and then I realised he still had yet to say something. I put it down to shyness and apathy.
As Rose said goodbye back I turned around and went into the toilet. I made my way into a cubicle.
After I finished my business in the cubicle I went to the sinks to wash my hands, but was greeted by a familiar person who was sitting on the small bench area that was next to the sinks.
"H-Hey Desmond. What are you doing in here?" I stammered out, uneasy that my plans to ditch him by sneaking out of the toilets were now foiled, and the fact that he had the balls to come in here in the first place.
"If you don't want to go back to mine, maybe we could have some fun in here instead?" He offered, and I rolled my eyes.
This guy had a big attitude and ego problem if he was going to push this hard when I had made it very clear it was not going to happen tonight. It was time to now be blunt.
I took a step forward, to give myself confidence and to empathise my point.
"Desmond, no. I need to go home. It isn't going to happen tonight." I firmly stated, keeping a blank face and looking him directly in the eyes.
"Okay, come sit on the bench with me. Let's talk a little more before you go home." Desmond suggested, patting the spare space next to where he was sitting.
I stopped to think about what he was proposing. I could stay out for just a little bit longer in order to have enough sleep before work tomorrow. Having some time to sober up a little before I hit the pillow would help kill a potential hangover tomorrow as well, so that was a good thing. It would also be easier to confirm to Desmond nothing was going to happen tonight, and I wouldn't have to worry if he was following me once I left.
A cheeky little snog before I left wouldn't go astray either.
"In the female toilets?" I asked, cocking up an eyebrow. "Well, okay. If you're game."
I propped myself up onto the bench. Ten seconds of silence followed, before Desmond pushed me onto my back, and his large frame hovered over my average sized one.
"Desmond what are you-" I squealed, but he cut me off by pushing his mouth to mine forcibly, and grabbed my face roughly in what he thought was probably a turn on, when in reality it was the opposite. Maybe that last snog wasn't such a good idea.
He began to trace his fingers up my leg, and kept going until he was just outside of my panties. It was now that he stopped kissing me to come up for air.
"What are you doing Desmond?" I screeched, and he quickly shut my mouth forcibly by grabbing my jaw roughly with his big hands.
"I'm going to finger you for a bit, make you really want me. Don't worry babe, you'll be enjoying this. I'm no rapist." Desmond smirked, and I slowed my breathing.
Okay, relax Natalie. There's a way out of this. Screaming won't do anything, I'm a weak girl and he's much stronger. He might also panic and do something to me that may injure me or put me in jeopardy. It's a ladies' toilet in a busy pub. Someone will be coming in soon, there's no doubt about it. My best bet was to keep him talking, keep him distracted until help could come.
I was about to implement my plan, but luckily I was saved earlier than I thought. Rose came waltzing in, dragging her boyfriend by the wrist. The second Desmond noticed them; he quickly sat up, and adjusted the tent that had grown in his business pants.
I sat up quickly myself, and pulled my dress down.
There was silence for a few moments, until I approached Desmond. I threw a punch, before grabbing my bag and bolting out, darting down the stairs quickly before he could grab a bouncer. The downstairs area was quite packed, and I tried to weave through the crowds, but I ended up bumping into a few people and threw a quick sorry behind me, before I was outside in the street.
It was now that I slowed down as I made my way towards the station. However not too long after I hit the street, I heard two pairs of footsteps running towards me.
I quickly turned around, afraid it was Desmond and a bouncer but I was relieved to find Rose and her boyfriend, and my breathing then shallowed out again.
"Was that slime ball forcing himself onto you?" She asked me loudly, still panting from the run to catch up to me.
"I hope you're alright. That was a good punch." Her boyfriend said to me, and I smiled at him, this was the first thing he had said to me all night.
I looked down, feeling very awkward. I wanted to just get home and sleep, I didn't want awkward sympathies. I got into a bad situation, but I managed to escape. I didn't feel violated because I got out in the nick of time; in fact talking about it was the only thing making it feel worse. I'd survive.
"I-I'm fine thanks. I'm just going to get the tube home, and I'll be fine. Thanks though. For checking up on me." I awkwardly smiled, but began to back away slowly to empathise I was getting the hell out of there.
"Wait! You can't go home by yourself, it's too dangerous. Please, at least let us give you a ride home." Rose called out, reading my body language that I was trying to get out of their presences.
I was about to decline her kind offer, but then shut my mouth. A ride home would get me home a lot faster, which would mean more sleep for work tomorrow. I have in the past turned up to work with less sleep, and a lot more to drink the previous night, but it was awful and I should accept all the help I could get. Besides, more arguing meant more time it took to get home.
"Sure, I've got the directions on my iPhone. It should be easy enough." I smiled at her.
"iPhone? Oh, right, yeah. Phones these days are pretty smart aren't they? If you're able to get directions on it and all. I mean just a few years ago, like 2005 for example, they didn't have any of that." Rose said to me, as she grabbed me by my shoulders and started directing me to where their group had parked their vehicle, her boyfriend close behind.
"Oh god. In 2005 I still had a Nokia 3310. People thought it was outrageous that I had a mobile phone when I was thirteen, albeit an outdated one, even for then. Now you see seven year olds running around with smart phones and no one bats an eyelid." I ranted to Rose, only slurring my words a tiny bit as I was still in the delicate grey area between tipsy and drunk.
She said nothing, but stopped for a second to study my face intensely. I gave her a weird look and raised my eyebrows hoping for an answer, but didn't get one for a few moments, and until we were walking again.
"You were thirteen in 2005. That's...I don't know. It's amazing. Timelines are just so complicated even in the most simple situations." Rose remarked to me, her smile growing wider.
I took a few moments to try and understand what she meant. I was sobering up a little, but I was still tipsy as stated before. Maybe I was too affected by alcohol to completely understand what she meant?
"If you mean that it's weird that only five years ago I was just a kid, and now I'm eighteen, legally an adult, a lot more educated but still as ignorant, recently finished college yet I feel more lost than a child as this is the first time I'm without guidance when it comes to schooling, then yeah, timelines are weird like that, yo." I replied, my intelligent response becoming a lot more silly by the end, as my attention started to decline.
Rose turned to look back at Mickey, who shrugged his shoulders. I cocked my head, unsure why she was now shooting a look at Mickey.
"The Doctor is going to like you! Come on, let's hurry. I'm excited to see what he thinks of you." Rose grinned, moving her hand that was guiding me by my shoulders, to replace it onto my arm where she grabbed tight and started almost jogging, pulling me along to our destination.
A/N: So there's the first chapter, hope you liked it. Each chapter is going to be between 2500-3000 words long, depending what feels natural. I'll try and update once a week, but I go back to uni soon which is going to be full on, as well as the fact that before then I need to finish other stories for other fandoms which are over four years old. But even then, if I update weekly it's only about a page a day, that's manageable really.