A/N: Hello world! Thanks for clicking on "Carry On". I recently fell into Doctor Who and fell in love with the entire universe. This story starts off somewhere between episodes "Doomsday" and "Smith and Jones".
Secondly, I've changed the relationship between Rose and the Doctor. Instead of romantic it's more like brother and sister. Another note I'd like to get off my chest is that I'm well aware that the door to the TARDIS opens inward, but for the sake of the story, it now opens outward.
I think I've held you up for long enough now. So go grab a snack and enjoy: "Carry On". :)
When you wake up in the morning, what do you first expect out of a day? Normally teenagers wish to see their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever; they want to get a good grade on that big test coming up in the class that morning. All I really wanted was to get through another day without cussing out my parents for dragging me here.
I hated England. It was rainy and gray and blank. There was almost no color anywhere. I wanted nothing more than to go home.
Home was the sunny and bright Burbank. I actually had friends there and my family had lived at Burbank for years. The only reason we had left the glorious light of Burbank was because of my dad's company was moving its headquarters to London, England.
At first, I was excited. Who wouldn't be? The idea of abandoning everything and heading out on an adventure was tempting and I didn't plan on living in Burbank for the rest of my life. But I also didn't plan on missing it this much.
My days here still feel like a dream. I feel as if any moment now, I'll wake up and be back in California with the sun tanning my skin and the stars of Hollywood living close by. But I wouldn't wake up, no matter how much I wanted to.
My school was okay, I guess. I had to wear a uniform; a black skirt with a light blue button-up shirt with a black blazer on top of it; gray socks and pinchy black shoes. It was a private school, and I had gotten in on a scholarship. The kids here were nice enough, but it still felt like they were regarding me like a guest, instead of one of their own. Another thing about the school, because it was only three blocks over, my parents decided to let me walk every day.
It had happened on a particularly damp Thursday morning. A polite boy in my neighborhood had pointed out a shortcut to the school, so I had been taking that route ever since it was noticed. I still had sleep in my eyes when I rounded the corner to that alley only to find myself face to face with a blue police box.
The box was placed directly in the middle of the alley, blocking my path, but that wasn't the only weird thing about it. I didn't remember ever seeing this box here before. No one would've had time to install a box, and even if they did, why place it here? I stepped closer.
Because the box was in the center of the alley, I couldn't really go around it. There was barely a foot of space left between it and the wall. I sighed and started to open the door of the box.
I didn't even have time to blink before the blue door swung out and struck me hard in the face. I cried out in pain and my hands flew to my nose. Had my nose broken?
"I'm sorry about that," A thickly accented voice told me from my shoulder. "Didn't see you there. Are you alright?" A string of sarcastic remarks came to my mind, and I had full intention of releasing hell on this person. But once I had removed my hands from my eyes and actually saw him standing there, all the insults died in my throat.
The man who had hit me with a door was way taller than me. Dark brown hair spiked just above a pair of warm, brown eyes. By far the warmest thing I had seen in England. The man's eyebrows disappeared into his hair.
"Are you alright?" He asked again. I gave myself a mental shake and nodded my head. He grinned with wide and even white teeth.
"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't think that'd I'd run into anyone here." The words flew from his mouth so fast I could barely keep up. So I just nodded stupidly.
"It's fine; it was partially my fault anyway." The man's eyes widened.
"I don't believe I'm familiar with that accent. Where are you from?"
"Um, Burbank, California; in America."
His eyes got even wider. "That's amazing! I'm the doctor, by the way." He said suddenly, sticking his hand out speedy quick.
I eyed him nervously. "Doctor who?"
"Just the Doctor," He said. I hesitantly reached out and shook his hand twice. This Doctor smiled even more widely.
Odd, I thought. He continued to inspect me up and down. "Who are you and where are you from again?"
"Anne Worthing and Burbank, California," I repeated myself. "It's in America."
"I think I've been there a few times," the "Doctor" replied thoughtfully. "But I don't think Burbank. I'll have to visit there sometime soon."
"It should be nice this time of year." I said quietly. This whole situation was starting to get awkward. I started looking at the blue box for a way around it. The Doctor followed my gaze.
"Am I in the way?"
I nodded. "It's fine though; I'll just go find another way."
"No, no, that'll take too long. Allons-y!" The Doctor said in a blur of words. Before I could even react he had already grabbed my hand and was pulling me through the insanely small gap between the box and the wall. I felt my face turn red as the bricks pressed against my back. We burst through the other side and I wasted no time prying my hand from his.
"Thanks for the help, but I have to get going now. I'll be late for school." I said hurriedly. The Doctor's eyes widened so much they looked perfectly round.
"Which school are you going to anyway?"
I hesitated. At first I found this weird doctor to be kind of cute, but now he was teeter-tottering on unusual. If I had learned anything from unusual, it would be that it was best to keep far away from it. But I didn't think that I could lie to him either: I didn't know any other schools around the area.
"I'm going to Saint Katherine's; it's just a few blocks away." I said reluctantly. The Doctor nodded and started talking to himself so fast that I couldn't even keep up.
While the man was absorbed in his thoughts I started creeping away as quietly as possible. Thankfully, he didn't even notice my leaving. I shook my head as I crossed the street to the block, hoping that I wouldn't see the Doctor ever again.
