Hey Everyone! So this is my first ever trip into writing in the Doctor Who fandom. I, personally, love OC's, but not when they are Mary Sues'; my goal is to avoid my character becoming a Mary Sue and writing any characters out of character.
A lot of inspiration for this story came from a video called "The Legend of the Doppelganger" on YouTube and my younger sibling who always wants me to write a story. The video itself was amazing, but not intended for Doctor Who, so I played around with it. I recommend you all go watch it! It is pretty cool. This story will be fairly long so please bear with me as I try to write and finish what will be my longest story. I hope you all enjoy! Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything by nor am I affiliated with Doctor Who, BBC, or the writers of Doctor Who. Everything in this story that in anyway, shape, or form represents any of those parties please know that that property does NOT belong to me. I am writing this story purely for amusement and not for profit.
Prologue
She looked across the desk at the doctor sitting pristinely in his long white lab coat and Alex new exactly what he wanted. He wanted what every doctor she has seen in the last month has wanted. He wanted her to say she was crazy, he wanted her to admit he was right and that everything she went through and experienced was just a figment of her imagination. He was wrong. They were ALL wrong. She wasn't crazy.
"Alex, you know we cannot help you unless you tell us the truth." Realizing that his patient had heard this same line multiple times the doctor changed his tactics: guilt. "Your parents are very worried for you, you know. Don't you miss them, Alex? Don't you want to go home?"
"I have told you the truth. I know they do... and I do, but…." Her voice was monotone, but wavered at the end. In the beginning, she shared her story freely, but as more than twelve doctors in this facility have come and passed she knew no one would believe her. They were humoring her, but this one seems different. The doctor sighed.
"You claim you were transported," he opens my file, "into a…well, some type of fantasy world where you have had miraculous adventures, met strange and terrifying people and monsters," he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "but maybe… you tell us where you truly were?" This is new. No one asked her straight out before, acknowledging that they do not believe she was crazy just lying.
The man's voice was deceiving. He sounded sweet, calm, and passive like a scholar, but she could feel power in every word he said. She reminded her of…
"I can tell you where I went if you want, where I really went, but you'd have to listen to the whole story. I can't have you cutting me off. I met someone like you once… couldn't stop himself sometimes." Alex muttered the ending, but she could tell he was hooked, yet wary. Smart man, she thought, but this won't be the story you want. Not truly.
"Well, I do not want to listen to lies and I would rather not waste any ti-"
Alex cut him off by saying, "I won't waste your time if you do not waste mine, but I am not really going anywhere, now am I? I need your permission for that."
The doctor smiled and leaned back in his desk chair, "I suppose you are correct there. Well, no need for any more needless suspense. Please, Alex, enlighten me of your story."
Getting comfortable in her chair, Alex opened her mouth to repeat her story for the last time.
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The folly of youth is that we all at one-point think that we are invincible or that consequences would be unable to touch us. Personally, I never had this problem. I think I thought more about death and pain then any kid sanely should have. My inability to take risks led me to my moniker. I was considered the 'mother' of our group. To be fair the moniker was well earned. I was always telling people, 'Maybe that is not the… wisest… choice' or 'You are being stupid, let's not do that'. Yeah, I know, I was kind of a downer, but no one broke an arm or died.
This 'mother' stage did not last forever. Eventually I found my own path that showed me some risk is necessary to live life. I learned I could not live in safety forever. I remember hearing a saying once that basically said, 'when you live your life on one side of an extreme you are bound to go to the other once you break free'. Now that I think about it, this saying might have been about dieting. I am not completely sure anymore, but I feel it describes my path perfectly.
I remember the sound of rain battering my window that morning being the thing that woke me up. There was never any hurry to get anywhere on the weekends, so I felt at peace watching the raining come down bringing with it a sense of productivity.
I was always the weird person who felt more productive when it rained. I got a lot done that day and I recall being exhausted laying on my patio swing afterwards watching the rain. The storm had gotten progressively worse throughout my cleaning adventure and I must have fallen asleep soothed by the lighting and rain. Next thing I knew, my story had begun.
I hope you all enjoyed the prologue! Here is a quick sneak peak into the next chapter! Any and all feedback is appreciated.
Lost…Cold…Scared...
Hold… Secure …Warm… Rough
Soft… Soap… Pain… Ache… Bright…Loud…Touch…Person…
"Miss…"
Alex slowly felt herself join the land of the living and began taking stock of her surroundings keeping her eyes lightly shut to simulate sleep. She was in a bed, but it wasn't like any bed she had been in before; it felt strange under her and the about the size of a twin mattress. It smelt clean, though, of soap and antiseptic. Alex came to the conclusion that she was safe, obviously found, in a hospital and opened her eyes to… Am I in an Amish farm? This woman cannot be serious with this get up.
"Um, hello." Alex said hesitantly to the older brown-haired woman who seemed very… old-timey, after she opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. "Do you mind…telling me where exactly I am at the moment because I may faint again and I am sure no one wants that."
Alex's words seemed to jolt the woman out of her staring. "Of course, I am Nurse Joan Redfern and I am Matron here at Farringham School for Boys; you were found early this morning laying in the road, delirious and barely dressed, by one of our teachers. You are very lucky, Miss...?"
"Alex…" Alex recited robotically, as she processed the information, not noticing the Matrons look of concern when she did not continue on to add her family name. "I thought… I thought all boy schools where an old thing? Isn't everything co-ed now? Hold on are you British? Am I in Britain?"
There you have it ladies and gentlemen! See you on Friday August 18th with your first chapter.
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