This was originally a drabble I wrote on tumblr based on a photo of a group of abandoned, rusting phone booths.
Why had you done this? Right that stupid bet that you could eat five hamburgers and not throw up, all in a half hour. So here you were, a phone box graveyard. Rusted red and darkness surrounded you. Your watch beeped. The two hours you were required to stay had begun, and it was already mind numbingly dull.
You slipped your phone out of your pocket and turned it on, deciding to text or play a game to pass the time. No signal. Barely any battery. Idiot! Why hadn't you charged it? It was sort of funny. Not even the modern cellphone, which had killed the phone booth worked in this graveyard.
This place was giving you the chills, and not the kind you got from being cold. No, it was a warm night, not unbearable but not too cold either. In all honesty it was quite perfect, except for that feeling, the feeling that someone, that something was watching you.
A wind blows and you turn around, thinking you hear a footstep. Aren't you too old for child's antics? Aren't you suppose to be a grown up now?
But then it happens. In this phone graveyard a phone rang, loud and clear. Inside a booth a light flickered on, a cold yellow, unsteady. Every instinct inside of you tells you to run, run you foolish person! You are a child! You are not an adult no matter how old you are! Run! RUN! RUN DAMNIT RUN!
You don't run.
With shaking sweaty hands you reached out and grasped the ancient phone, putting it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You say, your voice cracking. "How are you calling this?"
Instead of an answer you hear words that send a chill down your spine. "Mummy? Are you my mummy?"
You drop the phone, the worn cord attached to it letting it bob up and down up and down up and down before snapping. Finally you listen to the voice in your head and run, heart pounding. But which way is out? Which way did you come from? As you spun it seems as if all hope is lost as you begin to hear the words coming from all over the graveyard and they aren't coming from phones anymore. Inside each booth a person with a gas mask on stands, men and women, children and adults. The booths click open and they step out. "Mummy? Are you my mummy?"
You keep running but they are everywhere and it seems that as you run the plot of land extends, ensuring that you will become like them.
Well that's what it seems like until you see it. Blue against the darkness and rusty red. A beautiful familiar blue although you have never seen the box before in your life. If the Empty Children were real who said the TARDIS wasn't?! That The Doctor wasn't?!
Adjusting your course you head right for the police box, banging on the door with all you might until it clicks open and you fall in, landing with a thud on your stomach. Letting out a small groan you roll over, opening your eyes to see him. Large ears and nose, and a leather jacket. "Hello!" He says with a smile. "Are you alright?"
"I think I am…" You crack out, looking around. "Oh god it's bigger on the inside…"
The Doctor grins at you and lets out a happy laugh. As you keep looking around you see Rose and Jack too.
"Doctor do you know who that is?" The female asks the time lord.
"No, I think we may have landed in the right spot though… They look pretty bad. I'm the Doctor by the way, and that's Rose Tyler."
You give your name in response and stand, brushing off your pants. Jack walks over and hold out his hand. "Hello."
The Doctor scoffs and rolls his eyes. "No flirting Jack!" He says and rolls his eyes.
"I only said hello!"
"That's flirting for you."