Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor/Martha Jones/Doctor Who/Ect. I only own my OC Lyra Blu.
Lyra Blu sat silently in the airplane listening to her iPod.
The airplane was very quiet. Not a sound from anyone.
The Hostess came and offered Lyra a snack. Lyra turned it down, not feeling hungry.
"Hello, passengers aboard the Silver Flight. We are having some...technical difficulties piloting the plane. We will be taking a detour around the mountain range. You may continue to relax throughout the trip without fault. Enjoy your flight!" The pilot spoke over the intercom.
Lyra gave a heavy sigh as she shifted her headphones into place.
A loud alarm sounded. It was coming from the pilot's cabin.
"Passengers, it's your pilots again. We will be experiencing some...turbulance. Hold on and stay calm." The pilot spoke over the intercom again.
Lyra tightly held onto her seat, heeding the warning.
The plane shifted to the left. The passengers slowly slid in that direction still buckled in.
A loud sudden scraping rang through the air, hurting the ears of everyone on board.
The plane started to dip forward.
Everyone was starting to panic.
"Remain calm. Remain clam, please." The Hostess said through the intercom in the front.
"HANG ON FOR YOUR LIVES! WERE GONNA-" The pilot's voice was cut off on the intercom as the plane crashed right into a mountain.
Everything went black...
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Splash!
Lyra suddenly woke up in a pool, her cloths drenched in blood, her hair matted and withered, her face covered in burns and gashes.
She looked around in confusion.
"Where am I?" She groaned, rubbing her head.
Once her eyes adjusted to the sudden change of scenery, Lyra got an actually good look around.
Her head was still throbbing in pain.
She felt like there was a large crack splitting her head open; even though there was no crack.
No sign of serious injury except for a couple broken ribs and left arm.
She groaned out again, turning her head from side to side.
The pool she was in was an indoor pool. A very large pool.
The ceiling was covered in little golden honeycombs with lights emitting from them. There were golden beams holding the ceiling up.
"How did I get here?" Lyra asked out-loud, slowly approaching the side of the pool. She climbed up and passed out, exhausted.
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Hours seemed to have passed since Lyra passed out.
She still felt broken all over as she came to.
A man's face looked down at her.
"W-Where?" She groaned.
"Brilliant! Your awake!" A familiar voice spoke to her.
Lyra tried to move but a strong pain hit her like a ton of bricks.
"No, no, no, no. Don't try to move. Your injuries are too severe." The voice told her, lowing her back on the table.
"Your alright now. Promise. Can you speak to me?"
"W-where am I?"
"In the infirmary."
The man's face was clearing up as Lyra's eyes focused.
This familiar man had ruffled, brown hair, thick rimmed glasses, and scattered freckles.
Lyra turned her head to the side.
The tall, skinny man had a long, brown trench coat on. He had a midnight blue suit and pants under it. His tie was dark grey-ish with brown and white squares dotting along it.
"You look...familiar. Have we met?" Lyra's words were scrambled.
"No. I just found you at the side of my swimming pool." He answered Lyra.
"Who are you?" Lyra asked, now being able to sit up.
"I'm the Doctor. You are?" The Doctor tilted his head, examining Lyra.
"T-the Doctor? Doctor Who? Y-You can't be real. Your fictional." Lyra shook her head.
"Fictional? Of course I'm real. I'm right here." The Doctor waved his arms about.
"Your just a-a TV show. Well. The best TV show known to mankind." Lyra touched the Doctor's face.
"You seem to be flesh and blood but this is impossible! You can't be real!" Lyra began to panic.
"I'm real! I'm real! Promise!" The Doctor lowered his arms.
"How? You were just a TV show!" Lyra looked around.
She was in a white room. The ceiling had the same design the pool room had. She was sitting on a bed wrapped in a warm blanket.
"Tell me what happened? How did you get in the TARDIS?" The Doctor's eyes stared at me. I couldn't help smiling at him.
"I-I was in an airplane. Um. Things went haywire and the plane crash. BAM! I'm in a pool, struggling to stay afloat." Lyra made random hand gestures.
The Doctor took out his Sonic Screwdriver and swept it across my forehead. He looked at it curiously.
"Your from another universe. A completely different universe. Brilliant!" He smiled like a confused moron.
"Another...Universe?" Lyra tilted her head.
"I thought that was impossible?"
"I know!"
"Somehow, I was teleported from the crash and put right in your pool." Lyra was now able to get up with slight major pains.
"I think you should sit." the Doctor ushered Lyra to sit down.
Lyra waved her arm away.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Anyway. You still can't be real."
The Doctor swept the Sonic over my forehead again.
He looked at it for a second.
"Hmm... How can I be a show on telly if I'm actually here?"
Lyra shrugged.
"I'm going to look into your memories to see what you might have done in the past to change your future. Trust me? It won't hurt." the Doctor looked at Lyra doubtfully.
"Trust you." Lyra whispered, nervously. On the inside, she was exploding with excitement.
The Doctor held his hands on the sides of Lyra's head and closed his eyes as Lyra did.
Lyra twitched a bit.
"If there is anything you don't want me to see, imagine a door and close it." the Doctor whispered.
Lyra urgently covered up my memories of Doctor Who. Not all of them. Just enough for the Doctor to know Lyra watched Doctor Who as a TV show in her universe. She had watched every episode.
Lyra gasped slightly and twitched more.
"Don't worry. You might be experiencing lost memories. Stay with me." the Doctor frowned.
The memory of Lyra's parents dyeing in a train wreak surfaced.
Lyra started to cry.
"Oh, Lyra. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." the Doctor whispered weakly to her, placing his forehead to her forehead.
"It'll pass. Keep calm."
Next came the plane crash.
The Doctor seemed to be carefully eyeing this memory.
"Ouch." he frowned. "Thats gotta hurt."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Nothing seems out of the ordinary."
Lyra shrugged.
"Maybe the universe's are...conspireing." I giggled.
"Conspiring?" the Doctor sounded like he was gonna laugh.
Lyra found a door. One she had never seen before. It was unlike any other. It looked like a metal, rich door. Fine elaborations.
Lyra was silent for a long time.
"Lyra? Are you alright?" the Doctor asked.
Silence.
"Lyra?"
"Oh, Doctor. I found a door. A weird door. Is it yours?"
"Don't open that door. Yes, it's mine. Stay away from that door." the Doctor winced.
"Ok, ok." Lyra backed away from it.
"Are you done yet?" Lyra opened her eyes and looked over the Doctor, his eyes still closed.
"Yep. Thats about it." the Doctor opened his eyes and pulled away.
He walked around in circles, scratching the back of his head.
"What was it? What was it?" He asked himself out loud.
"I guess we will never know. Say. What was your last adventure? I need to be ready for whatever is ahead because whatever happens, I'm coming with you." Lyra gave a smug smile.
The Doctor eyed her.
"I just met Donna Noble who was filled with Huon particles. She was getting married but it turns out her fiancé was just conspiring against her with the Empress of the Racnoss."
"The Runaway Bride. Ok." Lyra nodded to herself.
Lyra walked into the corridor to the console room.
"ALLONS-Y!"
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Yes! Allons-y! Well. This was the pilot for my Doctor Who fanfic. What do you guys think about Lyra? I had a hard time coming up with how this all was going to go down. Seem's I've made an impressive landing. Let me know how you feel about this or what you think about Lyra.
Upcoming: Smith and Jones: Part 1.
The Doctor and Lyra meet Martha Jones in a hospital which is taken to the moon. Martha joins the Doctor and Lyra to travel about, but only for one trip. Just for saving the Doctor and Lyra.
I hope you're looking forward to it~!
-DoubleHeartedHuman