Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, no matter how much I wish I did. Or the Doctor for that matter.
A/N: I had written all this before then my computer went wonky and wiped EVERYTHING. Nearly threw it cross the room mind you. Anyways! I have combined the first three chapters I had or such. I thought they were short. I wanted to name my chapter individually but that just wasn't going to happen if the episodes were divided into six chapters. So, here it is. Please, reviews are welcome. Wanted actually. Needed if you want. I started watching Doctor Who a couple of weeks ago or so, having this peculiar feeling there was more to it than what I was seeing (as in dejavou feeling but stronger) I had so much pent up energy, I had no where to channel it. I decided, why not a fanfic? So here it is. Reviews please!
Pologue
Long white corridors stretched in each direction. Turning, twisting, growing, shrinking. Screaming and crying and running and flying and more. Pure white walls. Walls that seem to close in on you whenever you take a step. Think a thought. Plain, white, bright. Too bright. Closing in on each poor soul who happened to come upon these corridors. No signs of life, but voices all the same. No movement what-so-ever, but everything moves. No colour, no texture, but so bright, too bright. It hurts. No smell, but antiseptic? A hospital perhaps? No, no doctors. No nurses. No one. Then what? On and on they go. The white corridors never stop. And no windows, no weather, no sound but too loud all the same. The sound of rain. it never stops, never settles. The rain with it's click click click. Pattering on the roof. No. The floor. No, the floors not wet, but you can feel the rain, it's cold. Too cold. So cold. But it doesn't stop. The corridors don't stop moving, shifting. Hunting. The dark doesn't wait for the rain to stop.
First Impressions
"Bad idea. Bad idea!" She screamed huffily. She had long brown hair extending to her elbows and dark brown eyes that seem to peer right into your soul. She had a small boy, with short cut, ruffled blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, in tow behind her. They came to a set of corridors. They had been wondering this place for a while now, trying to find a way out. But the corridors kept moving, or at least they seemed to. She looked down both corridors and chose the left one. "This was a bad idea." She said more to herself than to anyone. They reached another set of corridors, but instead of turning the corner, she drew back and flattened herself and the boy against the wall. "The was a REALLY bad idea!" She whispered this urgently.
She turned, the little boys hand in hers, and ran back down the corridor but drew up short and ran back down the hall to what appeared to be a small cupboard. She opened the doors and shuffled the little boy inside. After bending down and looking into his eyes, she spoke. "Look." She paused before she could continue, titling her head to the side. "Do you hear that Timothy? Do you hear it? He's here. He's finally here!" She smiled happily, joy playing in her hurried words. She focused her eyes back on the boy, seriousness controlling her face and voice now. Her eyes had changed more of a deep, forest green, emerald colour.
"Timothy, I'm not coming out with you this time. You're going to have to get yourself out on your own." She stopped the boy before he could answer, his mouth partially opened, ready to speak. "Don't worry, I'll live. But only if you do as I say." She looked over her shoulder worriedly, then back at the boy, this time fright played upon her features. "I need you to find the man with the blue box, Timothy. Find him and tell him to look in the river. To find what shouldn't be there. Do this for me Timothy. Please. My life depends on you now." She shut the cupboard doors and stood up, turning around abruptly. She waited, the sound of footsteps not far off.
Soon a small band of men marched around the corner and came over to her, the little boy peeking from the cupboard, hidden. One of the men said something, the girl replied and then they marched her off. The boy slipped out of the cupboard and ran down the corridor. He was going to find the man with the blue box. He was going to find the Doctor.
. . .
A strange sound played throughout the alleyway. Any normal person paying attention would notice a blue box appearing out of thin air. But no one did, no one ever does unless they are looking for the blue box. After the box fully materialized, a man stepped out and adjusted a boe tie he wore. He smiled. "Well!" He looked back at the blue box, then began to walk off. He came out of the alleyway, coming to a street crowded with people. Though, before long, a small boy was running toward him. "Doctor! Doctor!" The man stopped and looked around. The boy ran up to him. "Please! Doctor! You have to help her! Please!" But before the man could reply, the boy began to pull him toward the river. "You have to look!" He pointed into the water. "Look for what shouldn't be there!" The man peered into the water, then looked at the boy. "There's nothing there that I can see. And who was this 'her' you mentioned earlier. Is she in trouble?" A splash sounded behind him and he jumped, looking back at the river. "Help her! Please!" The little boy yelled. He had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. The man looked into the water again, this time he saw something that most certainly didn't belong.
He took off his coat and shoes, then jumped into the water. He dove deep down. And deep down was a girl. struggling to free herself from what appeared to be a metal ball, and she happened to be cuffed to it, the cuff around her ankle. She struggled, bubbles floating from her lips. The man tried the chain, but with no luck, swam back to the surface for air. "There has to be a key!" He dove back down, the girl was still struggling, but less so than before. She was losing air. The man tried again, but with no luck as before, was forced up for more air. He swam to shore and grabbed something out of his coat pocket. "Oh!" He dove back under. The girl was no longer struggling, her lips partially opened, no bubbles floating up anymore. Her arms and hair seemed to be susspended in the air, when in fact she was underwater. The man pointed a device at the cuff and it unlocked. He grabbed the girl with one of his arms and swam up to the surface.
He swam to shore and hoisted the girl up. The man climbed onto shore and wiped his hair out of his face. "Oh!" He went over to the girl and put his head to her chest. "She's not breathing." He began to perform CPR. Soon, after the fourth or fifth time, she coughed and blinked. "Yes!" Cried the man. The girl sat up slowly and looked around. Her eyes settled upon the man. "Thank you." She looked at the boy. "Timothy. Run home. Tell your mother to hide in the cellar, use the tunnels. He doesn't know about the tunnels. Go to the courtyard." The boy nodded. "Yes miss Rain." He turned to go. "Oh! Timothy! Stay off the back roads. He knows you use them." The boy nodded again. "Yes miss Rain." He turned, yet again, to go. "Oh! Timothy!" The boy turned around again. "Yes miss Rain?" The girl smiled. "Thanks. Now run along!" The boy smiled and nodded, then ran off.
The girl turned back to the man and smiled. "Hello. Nice that you finally came. She couldn't have gotten my message sooner. Well she could have...anyways!" She held out her hand. "My names Rain. Rain Smith." She smiled. "It's nice to finally meet you Doctor."
. . .
The Doctor was speechless for a few minutes, how could this girl possibly know who he was? He hadn't seen her before. Nor her him. And he didn't think anyone could have told her what he looked like. The girl stood up and she shivered. "I hate that man. Always the river." She began to ring out the water form her sopping wet clothes and hair. "Couldn't he find a different way? Last time I nearly had my leg taken off by a propeller." She grimaced, then shrugged. "At least I'm alive." She twirled around to face the Doctor. "Okay. Questions?"
The Doctor didn't speak at first, still thinking out possibilities as to how she could possibly know who he was. "How do you know who I am?" The girl smiled. "Well, for one," She pointed at the bow tie. "Two," She pointed at his eyes. "Three," She pointed to the Sonic screwdriver. "And four, The TARDIS." She smiled then nodded. "Okay! Anymore questions?" She paused, but before the Doctor could reply, she cut him off. "Welp! Time to go, got to get there before he does." She turned and began to walk in the direction the boy had gone. The Doctor didn't follow right away, but did after a few seconds. He still needed a better a reason. Who had told her who he was? "Who? The boy?" He asked, in reference to the 'he' they had to beat 'there.' The girl looked over her shoulders. "Timothy? No." She turned the corner and ran ahead. The Doctor stopped. Where had she gone? Seconds, or maybe minutes, she rounded the corner up ahead, running. She stopped at the Doctor and put her hand on his arm. "No. Not Timothy! Him! Now run!" She grabbed the Doctor's hand and pulled him along behind her. Behind them, just rounding the corner, was a giant lizard-type creature. It's colour a dark brown mixed with a deep green, bright colours scattered about It's body. It's eyes were a bright orange and it charged at them. "Slide!" The girl pulled the Doctor's arm down and the next thing he knew he was sliding under the creatures stomach, it had leaped from where it had been to where they had been heading, now they were sliding under it. "Get up!" The Doctor was pulled to his feet and yet again they were running. They rounded a corner and a loud crash sounded. The creature had run into the wall, knocking a few bricks down. "Hmph." The girl said, she was smiling.
"Where are we going?" Asked the Doctor. The girl smiled. "We're not!" Was what she responded with. The Doctor was puzzled as to what she meant. But soon they came to a courtyard surrounded by brick walls, the grass green except for a few patches. The girl turned around, looking at the Doctor. "We're stalling." The creature rounded the corner and began to charge at them. The girl whipped out a device and moments later, the creature was laying on the ground. The Doctor leaned down next to it. "It's stunned. What did you do?" He looked at the girl. She only smiled and tossed him the device. "Stunned it." The small device was in fact a stun gun, nothing more. "A stun gun?" The girl bent down next to the Doctor, smiling, she laughed lightly. "Yep. It won't be down long. Few minutes is all we have to get to the house before lizard breath here wakes up." She patted the creature, it moved and she jumped slightly. "Who are you?" Asked the Doctor, he hadn't caught her name the first time she had said t, the fact she knew he was had masked her name. The girl smiled. "Later Doctor. Right now we have to meet the Cain family." She smiled and held out her hand. "Coming?"
. . .
Rain led the Doctor through the twisting streets and to the Cain family house. Outside she appeared to be a normal, calm girl. Keeping her composure. Not at all bothered by the fact that there was some creature out there trying to kill her. But inside, she was happy. So happy that at times, her fingers did a small dance just to channel the energy somewhere. But that was just what she felt like. Though, she had to keep her emotions in check, there was business to be had, and she could go letting her emotions get in the way.
They arrived shortly at a small house, the lights on, but not a single soul in sight. Rain didn't knock on the door, she just pushed the door and walked right in. The Doctor stopped at the door. "Shouldn't you knock?" Rain looked at him over her shoulder. "Knock? They know me. Plus, they're in the tunnels, I just have to pick something up for them." She walked through the house, though the Doctor still didn't move. "Are you going to come in or what?" She called out to him. The Doctor entered the house and began to look around. Rain ran around the house, pushing objects about. She threw a piece of paper on the ground. "She said it's be here!" The Doctor looked into the room Rain was standing in. "What?" Rain pouted, looking at him. She crossed her arms. "You're still wondering how I know who you are aren't you?" She stated. "Weeeeeell...yeah. A bit." He replied with. Rain rolled her eyes. "Later. First we find Mrs. Cain. She bloody moved it." Rain walked past the Doctor and threw open a door. "You coming or what?" She said over her shoulder, then walked down the flight of stairs leading to the underground tunnels. The family had bought the house on the whim, some ads, signs and recommendations from strangers pulled them to it. All in the matter of Rain herself, they were in trouble, but relocation hadn't helped.
Rain coughed into her sleeve as they progressed down the dark tunnel. "Should have brought a flashlight. you don't know what could be down here." She put one of her hands to the wall. "Doctor?" She called behind her. "Yeah?" Answered the Doctor. Rain smiled, though it couldn't be seen in the dark. "Nothing, just making sure you hadn't decided to explore another tunnel, leaving me all alone." She teased. She heard a small laugh behind her, the Doctor's reply. Rain turned the corner and stopped. A single torch was set on the wall. The Cain family had come this way. Good. Timothy had listened. Rain waited for the Doctor. When he came about the corner she took his hand. "Don't let go." She pulled them both forward. These tunnels were old. Some collapsed in on themselves, other, the floor caved in. Without a flashlight, or any light, you had to be careful, or you'd go tumbling down a deep dark endless hole.
Rain stopped when the light from the single torch died out. The light should reach this far, why was it not? Was something blocking it? She turned around but stopped. "Doctor?" She whispered. "Yeah?" He whispered back. "Did you hear that?" She asked. "Yeah." He replied with. Rain moved and came chest to chest with the Doctor, peering over his shoulder. She had to stand on her toes, him being a bit taller than her. Though seconds later she was back on the bottom of her feet. "Don't move." She instructed. Neither of them moved. A sound of what someone would call slithering like a snake could be heard behind them. A thump sounded and Rain flinched. "Doctor?" She asked. "Yeah?" He replied back with. "I think we should run." She answered. The Doctor replied, "Yeah. I really think we should." They both took off running down the dark tunnel. With no light to guide them, they had to depend on touch. But sense touch meant slowing down and feeling your way, well, they were screwed. The creature had made its way to the tunnels, and now it was chasing them. They rounded the corner and a loud thump sounded behind them. At some point they had taken a turn. A wrong turn. They had turned around somehow, now facing the creature. Rain ducked, as well as the Doctor, missing the first attack. They both turned and ran back down the tunnel, but not before Rain let out a yelp.
They ran for a long time, taking turns, the creature right behind them. They didn't get turned around again, luckily. But Rain was beginning to slow, her breathing fast and shallow. But they didn't stop. Which they should have. Before Rain could notice where they were going, they were falling downward. It could feel like flying or floating. But to Rain, it felt like pain. Things kept nipping at her, or that's what it felt like. Twigs and weeds had grown down here somehow. They just kept falling. Was there an end? "Doctor!" She screamed, she couldn't feel him by her side anymore. Where was he? But before Rain could process another thought, she felt a horrible pain shock through her like lightening, but with the force of being ripped apart atom by atom. Then everything went dark.
. . . . . . .
Most people would be dead on impact at the rate they had been falling. If the Doctor had fallen with Rain at all. He could still be running from the creature.
Rain moaned, her head was pounding. How had she not died? She should be dead, unless she was immortal or something, which she wasn't. She checked. Don't ask how. She listened for any sound, the creature could have fallen down here with her. Or something else could be lurking in the shadows. She shivered at the thought of encountering a weeping angel in this place. So, instead of moving, she listened for movement. What she got was the thump thump, thump thump of what felt like her brain pounding itself against her skull in its own desperate way to kill her. But in fact. it wasn't her head.
Rain opened her eyes. The sound was slightly familiar, but not at the same time. She tried to pin point the sound when she heard a moan come from beneath her. She looked down. She had landed on the Doctor! She pushed herself up. The pounding had been his hearts, which her head had been laying against. She sat up and moved off of the Doctor. "Sorry." She said as she sat down beside him, taking a deep breath. Her head still throbbing, she leaned against the wall they had happened to just nearly miss by a couple of inches. She sighed and looked at the Doctor. He had sat up when she had leaned back. He wasn't exactly the comfiest pillow to land on.
. . .
The Doctor moaned when he came to consciousness. Rain had landed on top of him; which hurt by the way. He sat up when Rain moved off of him and against the wall. He looked at her when she looked at him. The look he gave her was just about the mirror image of an angry dalek. "You're welcome." He said flatly, still looking at her. He looked away and stood up, brushing dust and dirt off of him, then straightening his bow tie. "Well, no need to be happy we both lived." Rain said in a flat tone as she began to walk, feeling her way with her hands. "Where are you going?" Asked the Doctor, walking after her. "Looking around. There has to be a way out." She replied. The Doctor followed Rain for a while, before they came to a stop. Or more that the Doctor ran into Rain, her having stopped in front of him. He regained his balance and looked at her through the dark. "Are you okay?" He asked. Rain nodded, she was holding her side, one hand on the wall to support her. "Yeah. Fine. I'm fine." She said, though her body language said a different thing. She straightened up and continued to walk, a slight limp showing now. "Are you sure?" Asked the Doctor. Rain swung around. "I'm fine Doctor!" She snapped.
The Doctor looked at her then away. She was in a bad mood. But she was limping, so she must be hurt. Right? They began to walk again, only slower. Water dripped down from the ceiling of the tunnel. There must be a stream or some water source above them. The walls were slimy and wet, but still they used them for guidance in the dark. Several times they stopped because Rain had to catch her breath. But they continued for a steady amount of time, until a loud thump came behind them. The Doctor stopped, as so did Rain. Both listened. The thump came again. Something was behind them. The thumps grew louder, closer to together. Then all of a sudden, a roar could be heard, echoing down the tunnel. The Doctor tensed, as well as Rain, then they began to run. The creature had followed them down here. And unless they found a way up and out, or just out, they would be lizard food.
. . .
Running made her sides hurt. Sending bolts of pain up her side. Each step felt like electric, but she kept running. They couldn't stop now. Not with the creature behind them. The floor was wet, making it difficult to run without slipping, and that happened a lot. Though she was always able to steady herself before she hit the ground. Either she caught herself, or the Doctor did. Either way, she had managed to stay off the ground so far. Let's hope she could do it until they lost the creature. They took sharp turns, some of them leading to tunnels that seemed to stretch on forever, and others leading to twisting bends or zigzag routes.
Rain kept one hand to the wall. The other to her side which hurt like someone was ripping at it with a sharp fork. She just wished they could stop running for a few moments so she could sit down, but she knew that would let the creature catch up. Ending the both of them. Soon they turned a corner, and were granted with a dim light coming from the end of the tunnel. Both of them ran like their lives depended on it toward the light, which it did. When they reached the light, they saw the ladder that reached up and up and up. It seemed as to not stop. But there was a bright light at the top, so they began to climb. Rain first, then the Doctor. Oh how she wanted to embrace that light with all her heart. It felt like hours they had been down there.
The light was warm to the skin, and even though Rain knew they weren't done running, she slumped to the ground. She could run anymore. It hurt to much, and she didn't have any energy left. Keeping a hand on her side, she edged her way over to a nearby wall, then waited for the Doctor to come up the ladder. She had no notice that she was beginning to doze off. Unconsciousness encompassing her like a blanket.
. . .
The Doctor came up the ladder a few minutes after Rain then slid the metal grate over the whole, using the sonic screwdriver to lock it in place. He knew it wouldn't hold for long, so they had to keep going. He turned around, looking for Rain, and found her not far away, unconscious , leaning against the wall. He walked over to her, she was deathly pale. He kneeled down and was about to see what she was covering with her hands when he heard the creature slam itself against the grate. With no time to waste, the Doctor picked Rain up bridal style and ran. They had to get to safety. And he could tell by how could she was, that Rain didn't have much time left either. She had been wounded and poisoned. She was dying.
A/N: Okay! So there it is! I will try and get out half an episode every day. This is since I am dividing the episodes up into two chapters. I would greatly love your reviews and likes. Please, don't make them too harsh, I'm human. Not the TARDIS. I make mistakes.