Title: Etched In History
Author: Moi, the dear Captain!
Rating: T - there won't be any fluff, but it's written for a slightly more mature audience. Possible language later on.
Main Characters: The 10th Doctor, Martha Jones and an original character
Full Summary: On another of their whirlwind adventures, the Doctor travels back to modern London to see who will become one of the greatest poets of the time. Instead, they find a university student with an unknown illness, busy writing a book that could not only change the future, but could destroy the universe. Can the Doctor work out what's wrong with the girl, stop her writing and save the universe before it's too late?
Setting: The physical setting is modern London. The story's timeline is set just before Utopia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters within bar the stated original character. This is meant for entertainment purposes only. Thank you, Auntie Beeb!
Author's Notes: I must admit, I'm a huge Doctor Who fan, and simply couldn't help myself! Especially as this is my first entry on this site, I would really appreciate any feedback. Because I am also an avid writer, I would also love to hear from anyone that enjoys my style of writing and would like to co-create something, or would even have a request for a certain story/set of characters within this universe. Oh, I better just shut up and let you read on... Enjoy!
Etched in History
And Travelling We Will Go
"Right! Off we go, then!" The Doctor's cheery tones echoed around the inside of the TARDIS, and Martha couldn't help but giggle. He had been looking forward to their next set of travels, wherever they ended up, and the bright smile was contagious. The man leapt around the inside of his alien machine, dancing about the controls as if everything was just a game, and the student was loving every second of it. It was bizarre to think that she was beginning to view their time together as almost 'normal,' but when Time and space didn't matter, there was no such thing as 'normal' anymore. After all, hadn't they originally met when Martha was transported up to the Moon, along with the rest of the hospital she had been working in? Seeing those rhino-headed alien beings, the Judoon, if she remembered correctly, really jolted her sense of reality, along with learning that the man she had termed 'Mr Smith' was actually an alien himself: the Doctor. It was just a title, nothing more. There was no name, but that was only an extra facet to his mysterious existence. The fact only made him more alluring, though, making anyone that knew him want to come back for more.
Martha clapped her hands. "Where to today, Doctor?" She was a child in a candy store, knowing that the blue box she was travelling in with him could take the pair of them anywhere and anywhen, adding to the excitement of what could happen next.
A grin widened on the Doctor's face as he moved to one section of the control panel in the middle of the central room of the TARDIS, grabbing hold of a wheel and spinning it, letting it fly clockwise as long as it could. A mischievous gleam in his eye told her that it would be a surprise, his attention then returning to the controls in front of him to pull levers, press buttons, and yank another contraption out of joint. No one would ever really understand exactly what he was doing, but the TARDIS was his, a deep part of who he was, so why would he go and tell anyone? At any rate, back on his home planet he had failed the exam detailing how to pilot the machine, so what would be the point? Even though he wouldn't admit it, most of the travelling was damned good guesswork, at best. "Just you wait and see!" The words were as bright as ever, always looking to the much more positive side of everything.
The dark skinned student doctor looked on at her time travelling guide with an edge of lust. He was certainly handsome: tall, wiry, deep chestnut hair, and beautiful brown eyes. At very worst, he looked to be mid-thirties, which suited the younger woman just fine, but it was also hard to remember that he was 900+ years old. How could that even be possible? Stopping that train of thought, Martha just kept watching him, not wanting to make her brain explode. Being a trainee doctor, she knew that she was intelligent, but when faced with the technology and mechanics of an alien race older than almost every other, she just couldn't compare. The Doctor, now, he was a genius. And handsome. And just plain wonder- "Are you just going to stand there, or hold on?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, noticing that his newest companion had just been staring at him, half in a daze. His concentration then went straight back at the task at hand, leaving Martha to blush and find a handle to grab on to. Travelling in the TARDIS was amazing, but it was also a rather bumpy ride, and she had often cracked her head on the side of one of those curved metal constructs that led into the domed, gold/bronze interior of the main room a number of times. No, she had learned her lesson, and grabbed tightly onto two handlebars on the side of the control panel, tensing all of the muscles in her body as the central cylinder sprang into action, metallic circles pumping up and down as strange turquoise light beamed outwards, bathing the pair of travellers in its eerie glow. A familiar clunking sound, along with what could be similar to an ancient, wheezing engine could be heard echoing around the inside of the ship, along with the exterior, although no one would notice that without believing it to be a hoax. Outside of the craft, a blue 1950's police public call box slowly disappeared, the flashing light at the top being the last thing to go. Ordinary people in the street passed by, but did nothing: why should they, if they hadn't seen anything?