Doctor Who: A Difficult History
A/N: Hello, readers. I've always wanted to write a Doctor Who AU story. Anyway, this story will basically be series 5 edited by me with a few of my own adventures thrown in-between. Hope you enjoy :)
P.S. This story will be told in the first- person view from my OC.
Prologue
My name, I can't really tell you. But, I can tell you that you can call me Aaron Darweld. I was an important figure in the Doctor's life at one stage, Hopefully, I still am. I can't remember how long I've been looking for the Doctor. Anyway, this is the story about how I found him again. I had lost hope until I met a certain man in a bar in Zaggit Zagoo City, on the planet Zog.
"Another round, bartender," I said to the bartender standing behind the bar. I had just finished drinking my second round of some Earth- style whisky on the rocks. I think it was called Jameson or something like that. When I asked for my drink, the bartender didn't seem to notice me.
"Bartender?" I asked, raising my voice a little. Still, no reply.
"Bartender!" I asked again, raising my voice higher. The bartender then snapped awake.
"Wha- oh, sorry! Another round? Coming right up," he said, taking my glass and filling it back up with whisky. He then gave me back my glass. "On the house," he said, smiling.
"Cheers," I said, smiling back at him and bringing the glass to my bottom lip. I'm probably never going to find him at this rate, I thought. If only I had gone with him all those years ago… I then opened my mouth and let the alcohol flow into my mouth, and swallowed hard.
"They seem to like you here," a man sitting next to me said to me. His accent sounded Earth American. I turned to him, and saw him sipping from a glass filled with what looked like scotch. He was wearing a long navy- blue trench coat, with what looked like to be the captains' symbol on the shoulder.
"This is actually my first time here," I replied. "Guess they're just nice."
"Cap'n Jack Harkness," he said, grinning and offering his hand to shake. I took his hand and shook it.
"Aaron Darweld," I said, also grinning.
"Nice to meet you, Aaron Darweld," he said, taking another drink. I noticed that he was eyeing me up and down and smiling to himself.
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no."
"Okay then," he said, taking another sip from his drink and looking slightly disappointed. "You remind me of a friend of mine."
"What were they like?" I asked, taking a sip of whisky.
"What was he like," he corrected. "He was brilliant. Oh, the adventures we had," he said, staring straight ahead and smiling. "We went on all sorts of adventures. But then… it got complicated. When I found him again, he said he had a 'busy life' and he had to move on. But, I forgave him. Went on another adventure and saved planet Earth in the course of a year. About a year after that, we saved the world again with some of his past friends."
"Must have been a good friend if you forgave him like that," I commented.
"What about you?" he asked me.
"What about me?"
"You ever meet anyone like that?"
"Yes. Yes I have," I said, remembering the Doctor.
"What were they like?" Jack asked me, taking a sip of his drink.
"What was he like," I said, smiling at him and taking a sip. He chuckled and laid his elbow on the bar, listening.
"Well, me and him were very good friends when we were children. We lived a happy life. But, a war broke out. A hellish war that took billions with it when it ended. I managed to escape the destruction and I knew that he had survived. Since then, I've been searching for him all across the universe, using this." I then pulled out my vortex manipulator out of the back pocket of my jeans. Jack just stared at the vortex manipulator.
"Is that-"
"Yes. A vortex manipulator," I answered, cutting him off. I shifted the manipulator back into my pocket and that's when he saw the gun I had holstered onto my belt on my right side.
"You carry a gun?" he asked.
"Yep. Smith and Wesson Model 29 44. revolver with a six inch barrel and stainless steel plated. Travelling is risky," I said, smiling. Then, what looked like a young drunk Adipose stumbled onto the bar top, wobbling as he stepped. I lifted my drink off the table and it jumped over Jack's drink. It then fell behind the bar and there was a sound of shattering glass. I chuckled and took a sip of my drink. The bartender then walked up to Jack and gave him a note.
"From the man over there," the bartender said, pointing behind him with his thumb. I looked where he had pointed and saw a tall man wearing a brown pinstriped suit, a long brown trench coat, and Converse trainers. His hair looked as if it were gelled up but if you looked close, you could see it wasn't. Jack opened the note and read it. I snuck a peek at it and made out the words, 'His name is Alonso.'
Jack looked at the man and the man gestured to Jack's left side. Jack looked to his left and saw a young man dressed in a flight officer's uniform. He sat down on the stool next to Jack and ordered a drink from the bartender. Jack looked back to the man and the man saluted with his index finger and middle finger. Jack returned the salute as if the man were a high- ranking officer. The man then walked away and Jack turned to the man to his left.
"So Alonso," he said with a small smile. The man slowly turned to him, bewildered.
"Goin' my way?" Jack asked him.
"How do you know my name?" Alonso asked.
"I'm kinda psychic," he lied, his smile growing.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Alonso paused, and then spoke. "You know what I'm thinking right now?"
"Oh yeah," Jack said, nodding and still smiling. Alonso nodded and grinned. Jack chuckled and took a drink.
"Jack?" I asked.
"Yes?" he said, turning to me.
"If you don't mind me asking, who was that guy who sent you that note?" I asked, taking a drink.
"Oh, that was the friend I told you about. His name's the Doctor."
When I heard Jack say the name, I spat out my whisky in shock and glared at jack with wide eyes. "The Doctor? As in the Doctor? Last of the Time Lords?" I asked, dead serious.
"Yeah. What about it?"
I immediately shot off my stool and ran- no, I sprinted- to where the Doctor had walked off to. I ran into several bar patrons along the way, spilling their drinks and getting angry reactions from the patrons. I found myself in a small room towards the back of the bar. I sniffed, trying to see if I could get his scent. Sure enough, I caught his smell. It was feint, but it was still there. Jack came running into the room, hand on his gun.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, releasing his grip on his gun.
"Remember the friend I told you about? It was the Doctor," I said, taking out my vortex manipulator, strapping onto my wrist and trying to get a fix on the TARDIS's signal. After a short moment, I got a fix.
"I got the TARDIS. Let's see… Earth… Europe… Scotland… Leadworth! Got him." I practically felt like jumping for joy now that I found him.
"Jack?" I asked him.
"Yeah?" he replied, hands on his hips.
"There's something you should know," I said, stepping towards him. "Something extremely important." I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered four words to him. Four very, very important words. When I backed away, Jack just stared at me, wide- eyed.
Suddenly, the bar patrons that I had ran into walked into the room with the Judoon bouncer.
"That's him!" a female Silurian yelled, pointing at me angrily. The Judoon raised his stun baton and walked towards me.
"Andiamo!" I yelled, pressing the 'teleport' button on the manipulator. I was then off into the Time Vortex. Off to see the Doctor again.
There you go, readers! Tell me what you think so far in the reviews, if you would so kindly. Now then, in the wise words of the 10th Doctor, allons-y! P.S. 'Andiamo' means 'let's go' in Italian.
