Another story by me (DUH). As you have probably read, this is a Doctor Who fic. Tonight is the new/last of the 6th season and to commemorate, I'm posting a fanfiction I wrote about a new Doctor on the way to Boston. It's still the rough copy, so feel free to point out flaws.
I made a new regeneration because I wanted a more attractive Doctor. Don't hurt me! I love Matt Smith, but he's not that cute. Give it a read anyway, you may like my Doctor.
"What does Amelia Pond have that I don't?"
Amelia Smith was a seventeen year old whovian. She loved to watch Doctor Who. Her favorite Doctor was David Tennant, the tenth regeneration. She was crushed when he left the show and was replaced with Matt Smith. It wasn't like Matt was a bad Doctor, she just wasn't used to him yet.
"Why can't The Doctor come and take me away to battle aliens in the TARDIS? I'm brave! I'm lovable!" Amelia groaned.
"What does it takes to get the attention of aliens anyway?" she pondered.
Amelia groaned again. Her life was extremely dull. She longed for excitement; and maybe some romance with The Doctor was well.
"It's not fair. The Doctor can't be with anyone. He's always alone…but we can't be together- he's not real… he'd think I was too young for him anyway." She sighed.
"Oh well. Maybe I can drown my over reactive sorrows in a Frosty. " She said as she got up and grabbed her car keys. "Mom! I'm going Dairy Queen for a sec!"
"Drop by the pharmacy while you're out sweetie!" Her mother called back. "You need to renew you're prescription."
Amelia moaned. She had only recently been diagnosed with crohns disease and had to take medications to dull the pain that shot through her abdomen every ten minutes. The medication was a nuisance as well. Who wanted to take pills every day for the rest of their life?
She opened the front door and made her way over to her car, a second-hand Ford that wasn't aesthetically pleasing, but got her to where she needed to go. As she was unlocking the vehicle, an arm wrapped around her waist, grabbing her from behind. A hand covered her mouth and kept her from screaming.
"Come quietly." A man hissed.
The body she was pressed against was firm and muscular. She struggled with the assailant, trying to break the grasp he had on her but he was too strong. It seemed pointless to struggle but she did so anyway. Whoever had her then began dragging her effortlessly, pulling her toward a large black van. Scared and frustrated, Amelia struggled even more until she felt a strange sensation. Her body tingled all over and emitted a gold glow. Then suddenly with a bright flash, her attacker was thrown off and was knocked unconscious.
Stunned, Amelia merely stood frozen. What the hell was that?
She heard a groan and turned to face her attacker. She had been right when she thought it was a man that had grabbed her. What she hadn't known was the fact that the attacker had a large black pair of wings sticking out of his back. Shocked, she stared blankly at him, her brain furiously trying to piece things together until he stirred again. Startled and certainly too smart to stay and wait for him to fully regain consciousness, Amelia turned on her heel and ran.
She ran and ran and ran until she rammed into someone. Before she could fall backwards, strong hands held her upper arms, keeping her steady.
"Whoa! Careful!"
Amelia looked up and would've lost her breath if it hadn't already been lost from her running. The stranger she had bumped into was a young man around twenty or so. His hair was dark and hung around his bright green eyes.
"What's your hurry?" He asked, flashing a dazzling smile.
"I-I was just attacked." She said breathlessly.
"Was it a man with black wings?" He asked seriously. Dumbfounded that he knew, Amelia merely nodded. He looked concerned. "You alright?"
"I-I think so. Just a little shaken up."
"How'd you get away?" He asked, taking her wrist gently as he started walking the way he had come.
Amelia didn't know what to say. Would he think she was a nut-job if she told him what had happened? "You wouldn't believe it."
"Oh, I don't know." He said. "You'd be surprised."
"Well," she began. "I started to glow. And my body was tingling. Then there was a flash of light, and the guy went flying."
The man stopped. "Really…" he looked down and held her gaze, peering deep into her eyes, searching.
After a while, a bright smile graced his lips. He grabbed her hand cheerfully. "Come with me."
Who was the man with the wings? What did he want with Amelia? Who is the man who she bumped into? Where is he taking her? Will I ever get a life and stop writing about fictional relationships between me and characters I love? I doubt it.
Let me know what you thought!
