AN: Hi, everyone. This is pretty much a "what if" fic, in which Zanna and Epsilon leave the TARDIS temporarily and attend college. They are immediately joined by a Mary Sue who moved into their new dorm with them and pretty much overshadows them at everything. Pretty soon they can't wait to start travelling with the Doctor again, for obvious reasons.
"Okay, ladies, this'll be your dorm room for the year. Leave it better than you found it, no smoking, no vandalism, no parties, blah, blah, blah. If you need anything just call," the residence monitor droned unenthusiastically before leaving. Zanna Sterling and Epsilon of Darkhaven both looked at each other before picking up their sets of keys, dragging their luggage into the room, and letting the door slam behind them.
"There seems to be room for two more people," Epsilon observed, raising her eyebrows at the two sets of bunk beds. "I hope we're not getting more roommates. We don't even know anyone here. What if they bring guys over."
"It seems to me that we're getting more roommates," Zanna said, massaging the bridge of her nose.
"I hate it when you use your ESP like that," Epsilon said. "As for the new roomates, I guess we'll just have to make the best of it."
Suddenly, the door flew open, startling the girls. Another girl walked in, followed by two boys carrying a large amount of luggage.
"Hi," she said. "My name is Maryna Suella Sapphire Amethyst Belladonna Destiny Dimentia Ebony Raven Sakura Trinity Silverlight. Totally nice to meet you."
Zanna and Epsilon looked at each other. "Hi, Maryna," Epsilon said. "My name is Epsilon and this is my friend, Zanna Sterling."
"Hi," Zanna said.
They both stared at her. She was at least six feet tall with an unrealistically slim waist, D-cup breasts, shapely hips, long legs, small feet, slender arms, dainty hands, and soft skin. She also had full ruby lips, small nose, captivating purple eyes with flecks of blue, permanently shaped eyebrows, silky black hair, and perfectly straight and pearly white teeth. She was also wearing a skimpy black top that revealed her midriff, a ruffled black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, black high-heeled boots, and mesh sleeves. On her face she wore tons of black eyeliner, black lipstick, and white foundation.
Suddenly, Maryna burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" Epsilon asked. "Is it something we said?"
"No," Maryna sobbed, shaking her head. "I'm crying because my parents died when I was a baby and I had to live with mean foster parents who abuse me! They locked me in the basement and treated me like crap! The kids at school bullied me just because I was more beautiful and talented than they were! I got beat up every day! I never had any friends!"
"And you came here to get away from it all, didn't you?" Epsilon guessed. "It's ok. You're among friends."
"I was even raped in broad daylight when I was thirteen!" Maryna continued.
"Oh, my God! That's awful!" Zanna exclaimed. "Did the guy get arrested?"
"No," Maryna cried. "Everyone said it was my fault because I was too beautiful!"
"Well, you do dress provocatively and men might take that as an invitation," Epsilon tried to explain.
"Not helping," Zanna hissed, ramming her elbow into Epsilon's side.
"Sorry," Epsilon said to Maryna, rubbing the bruise that was beginning to form.
"It's ok. It's my own fault anyway," Maryna said. "I was asking for it."
"Now you listen here," Zanna exclaimed. "It doesn't matter what you were wearing! What happened was never your fault! Nobody ever asks to have something like that happen to them!"
"You never had that happen to you!" Maryna screeched. "You don't know what it's like to be so f**king beautiful and talented that everyone hates and envies you! You don't know what it's like to be bullied and abused! You don't know sh** about what I'm going through!" Then she burst into tears again and ran out of the room, only to be comforted by the other students who were waiting for her in the hallway.
Zanna and Epsilon looked at each other. They may not have been raped or abused, but they both knew exactly what it was like to be bullied in school, and they knew exactly what it was like to lose a loved one.
"She's pretty messed up," Zanna said.
Epsilon nodded. "I know," she said. "Maybe we should talk to her when she comes back."
"If she's calmed down by then, yeah," Zanna said. "But, Epsilon, don't you think there's something odd about her?"
"Yes, I do," Epsilon said. "Her long, skinny legs, small feet, shapely hips, large breasts, and ridiculously slim waist are very disproportioned. She looks just like a Barbie doll. How can she possibly be able to walk, or even stand without falling over?"
"That's true," Zanna said.
"And her eyes are purple! How can she have purple eyes? I've worked on that through two regenerations and it still hasn't happened!" Epsilon ranted.
"Well, it is possible, but it's extremely rare," Zanna pointed out.
"But of course, she'd have to be an albino, or have some kind of pigmentation deficiency," Epsilon said.
"And she also has skinny arms and small hands, which is probably why she needed those guys to help carry her stuff," Zanna said.
"Maybe," Epsilon said. "And she honestly seems to think that no one likes her, even though there was an enormous crowd of people waiting out in the hallway for her. I think this is something we need to investigate."
"Gently, though," Zanna insisted. "We don't want to hurt her feelings...again..."
"No," Epsilon agreed. "We don't."
