Summery: A man living in New York dies in a car wreck, but then he comes back. When he returns home, he finds his long absent father, and a certain time machine that he can only vaguly remember.
Disclaimer:I do not own Doctor Who and all that copyrighty stuff.
My name is Loki. I live in New York City, and I work at a shop called 'Tea and Tomes' I am thirty nine years old, but I do not look a day over twenty. My mother is dead, and my father left when I was eleven, not that I remember much about him. I only know that something was strange about him, but no matter how hard I try, I can never remember what it was. I also remember meeting my grandfather, once, I think that was the day that my father left. Something was strange about him to. I draw him, sometimes. He had brilliant green eyes, and wore black rimmed glasses. I can't get those ancient looking eyes out of my head. He had the kind of eyes that bored into you, like he was looking into your mind. I remember that. I remember that very well.
My father used to tell me bedtime stories about him, only I didn't know they were about him at the time. They called him the Doctor, and he was an alien, He traveled in a box that was bigger on the inside. I think I may have been inside it once, on the day my father left, but I can't remember anything about it. Except the humming, that is. The pleasant, cheerfully, low hum. It seemed, almost like the ship was happy to see my father again. He claimed that it was. That the ship loved him. Even then, I didn't believe that. I mean, how could a ship love someone?
When I was a kid, all the adults would say I was making all of it up subconsciously to deal with the fact that my father left. I might have believed them, but it never went away. The feeling that my grandfather was the Doctor that my father used to tell me stories about. An ancient alien with old, wise eyes, piercing green eyes that looked straight through you. The feeling that the ship was real, and those... monsters. The ones that plauged my nightmares for so long after that night. I could never forget them. Sometimes, I still have nightmares about them. Those robotic, terrifying creatures. It seemed they would stop at nothing to kill my grandfather. Daleks, he had called them. I know that it's true. It has to be.
A strange thing happened to me today. I was in a car wreck on my way to work. That wasn't the strange part, of course, I mean, people get into car wrecks all the time. No the strange part was I think I died. I swear. I died. Everything went black as soon as the car was impacted. Then I woke up. The EMTs were already there when I opened my eyes and took a gasp of air. Everyone just stared at me. When I got my barrings I asked what was wrong, they said I had been dead for ten minutes at least. I stood up, stumbling a bit at first, but other than that, I was completely fine. I died, and then I came back to life.
I know, I know, I am crazy. Except I am not. Maybe it is my grandfather's alien blood that made me come back? I had intended to go to work like normal, I felt fine, after all, even if I couldn't stop thinking about it. My boss insisted that I go home and rest, though. So I did. I returned to my apartment, since my car was totaled, I had to get a ride with a friend who was just getting off work as I came in. When I entered my apartment though, there it was. The old police box that looked so familiar. I couldn't place how it looked familiar. When I tore my blue eyes away from the box, I saw a man, sitting in my recliner as if he owned the place, grinning at me. He looked familliar. I swear I had seen... then I realized who it was. "Hello, Loki Harkness." I gaped at him speechlessly. It had been so long since I had seen him. "Dad," my voice was barely audible.
The man, my father who had left all those years ago, stood and approached me. "Hello, Loki" he repeated. I took a step back, eyeing him suspiciously. How did he get in here, and how had he gotten that box in here? And why? That couldn't be the real box, could it? I noticed then that my eyes were watering, tears threatening to fall.
"I know you must be a bit confused. You died today, didn't you?" How did he know that?
"Then you came back. It is the same reason you look so young. The same reason I look so young. Loki," he grinned more, as if the fact made him very happy, "you are immortal. Immortal like me".
I could only stare at him. I wanted to do something, but I wasn't sure what. Call him crazy and send him away? Demand to know why he left me and my mother? Something. Even if I did know what to do, though, I don't think I could have. I was paralyed by my shock. My father, stood, in front of me, looking my age, and telling me I was an immortal. I thought it was a dream, at first. I had often had dreams similar to this, mostly about the night that he left. This felt different, though. I knew it wasn't a dream, I just wasn't sure if I wanted it to be or not.
"Why are you here?" I managed, regaining control over my body. "After so long... why have you come back now?" I had so many questions, one came out right after another, not giving him time to answer them. "Why can't I remember much about the day you left? Why did you leave?"
Finally he held his hand up to silence me. I stopped talking, realizing I was not giving him time to answer. "What do you remember about when I left?"
"Not much. I remember... the Daleks, and, the ship that was bigger on the inside," I looked at the police box in front of me. "The humming it made. You said it was happy to see you. And I remember the Doctor."
"The Doctor tried to erase your memories. Yours and your mother's. He was weak at the time, though. Injured. The mental blocks he put up were not as strong as they would of been otherwise. That's why you can remember certain things. He must have been weaker than he let on. He's always been stubborn like that, never wanting to show his weakness," he spoke so casually about erasing my memories and abandoning me for more that twenty years. I was interrupted by the ship's doors opening and a man stepping out.
"I am not stubborn" he said defensively. Unlike my father, I recognized this man immediately. He had piercing green eyes. Old eyes that, even now, when he was grinning and kidding, looked wise and weathered, and over them he wore black rimmed glasses. His eyes were what made me remember him. This was the Doctor. I had forgotten how the rest of him looked, only remembering those eyes that had been seemingly burned into my mind. He was shorter than me, about an inch taller than my father, and very skinny. He had long, wavy red hair, in contrast to both mine and my fathers hair, both of us wore our dark hair short, though mine was a bit longer. His clothes. How could I have forgotten his clothes. He wore a black fedora, and a long black coat that came only a few inches of the ground, matching black pants and a white dress shirt, and blue tennis shoes. Bright blue tennis shoes. A rather long green scarf was wrapped twice around his neck, both ends reaching his knees. I hadn't realized that I had been staring at him in awe until he spoke again.
"Ah, hello, Loki. Haven't seen you in a while. Though I imagine it has been longer for us than it has for you," he was smiling as much as my father had been, and I could hear through the open door, the ship making that noise. That humming, the one it had made when I went inside all those years ago, the one that made it sound like it was happy my father was back.
"Hello, Doctor" I managed.
"Ah, you do remember me, then," he seemed pleased with this. "Do you remember my ship?"
I remembered that I was inside the day my father left, but everything else had been blocked. "sort of".
The Doctor stepped out of the door way, making room and gesturing inside, "she remembers you" What was that supposed to mean? It was a ship. How would a ship remember me? "Of course, she is not one to forget. Come in, and I will take down the mental blocks I put up. You'll remember then."
Without giving it a seconds thought, I stepped into the bigger-on-the-inside ship. Then I heard a noise. It was not the humming. It was something different. In my head. It sounded like... singing, in a language that I had never heard before. I looked around, for the source of the noise. Was I imagining it? It seemed so real. "Do you hear that? The singing? I can't understand it, it's in another language or something."
My father and the Doctor, who had both entered the ship, looked surprised. "The language is called Gallifreyan" the Doctor said, "it is the language of my home planet. You shouldn't be able to hear it at all. It means you have a psychic connection with the TARDIS."
TARDIS, so that's what the ship was called.
A/N Wasn't sure where to end this chapter. Please review. I love reviews. They make me write faster.