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This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction, so if I get some facts wrong or it seems pretty strange, don't be afraid to tell me!
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Tonight was a night like many others, completely ordinary, almost boring. I was sitting at a wooden table in the university library, surrounded by stacks of books relative to my course in Psychology. I was thumbing through a thick volume on declarative memory when I heard a series of doors closing in the hall outside the library.
Puzzled, I stood from the chair I had settled in for the past three hours and walked through the maze of bookshelves and other tables and chairs until I reached the entrance of the library. I lingered behind the wooden double doors, peering through a section of the glass in the middle of each door.
When I saw nothing of great interest was happening in the hall, I walked back to my chair confused. Then I heard another round of doors closing- no, slamming this time.
"That's odd..." I mumbled to myself, a quirky habit I'd picked up. Doors opening and closing may be a common sound amongst the commotion of university life, but slamming doors was not. Shrugging it off, I started to pack my notes and my books into my shoulder bag, planning to read more at home, on the sofa in front of the telly, Doctor Who white noise in the background.
After stacking the books belonging to the library back on the appropriate shelves, I finally reached my mode of transport, my precious Clara, my Vespa LX mo-ped. I smiled upon seeing it, cream paint job turned faintly orange in the street light, frost lightly covering the brown leather seat. I hauled the keys out of my bag and popped the seat lid, dumping my bag into the opening. I slid onto the freezing cold seat and slotted the keys into the ignition, turning the bike on and revving quietly.
My happiness rose as I revved louder and then pulled out of the campus parking lot. The bitter wind that blew through my brown hair and bit at my face was enough to perk me up and make me conscious of a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, the feeling of someone else being nearby.
Another quirk of mine, along with talking to myself, was my ability to read minds. I could block out people's thoughts easy enough, unless they were thinking really loudly, but now and again, I could feel people's minds without reading their thoughts. It was like getting mentally nudged, but lightly, and accidentally.
I narrowed my eyes cynically; I didn't normally interact with people, my gift kind of prevented that, so why was someone following me? I could see that they meant to tail me, it wasn't some coincidence.
I increased my speed slightly as I neared the street that my accommodation resided on and turned right when I reached it. Without even looking over my shoulder, I could tell I was still being followed.
I continued down the row of houses until I got to a block of apartments at the end of the street and pulled into the communal garage, shutting off the engine of my mo-ped. I hopped off the now thawed seat, pulled my bag out of the storage and walked briskly to the door that led into the apartment building.
The nudging in my head told me I was still being watched or followed and I wanted to get away from it, into my flat and lock all doors and windows possible. I smiled at Jim, the security guard, and listened to my footsteps across the wooden floors as I walked to the elevator and jabbed the button.
Thankfully, I made it to apartment nineteen on the fourth floor without encountering anyone or their mind.
As soon as I got through the door, I turned and dead locked it, then headed to lock the windows and close the curtains too.
"Weird night... I'll read tomorrow, I just want to relax and watch some Doctor Who," I babbled to myself as I sorted out the DVD player and turned the TV on.
I curled up on my comfortable loveseat and dragged the thick furry blanket from over the back of the sofa on top of me. I had barely seen ten minutes of the Doctor's shenanigans when I fell asleep, still aware of the nudging in my mind.
I woke to banging on my door and someone calling my name.
"Zoe McNeilly! Get up!" They were calling, and I knew who they were. My only friend, Raven, was pounding on my door; I had obviously slept in.
"Crap," I muttered to myself and I jumped up to let her in. I struggled with the lock for a minute before swinging the door open to show my black-haired friend with a fist raised to continue pounding. She gave me a mega watt grin and waltzed on into my apartment, heading for the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too," I grumbled at her back, "Stick the kettle on, I'll be 5 minutes." I announced and went to get washed and dressed.
I returned to a steaming cup of black coffee, three sugars. I grinned at her; sometimes it was like she was the telepathic one.
"Wanna ride to uni?" I asked her between mouthfuls of coffee and she refused, saying she only came to wake me up. Was I really that lazy?
"Well, I have to head to the library for hours of cramming for this stupid test Finland is giving our class, I mean I could just cheat. He'll have the answers in his head; all I have to do is casually pop in and get them." I complained to her and the look she gave me showed how little she liked that idea, I rolled my eyes to show I was joking and downed the last of my coffee.
"Time to hit the road, Bird." I announced, gaining a laugh from Raven, and picked up my bag from the table on passing. She waited outside the door in the hallway while I locked up.
In the elevator, we gossiped about the idiots in our classes and complained at the load of work we had to do, even though it was only our first year of university. We parted ways in the lobby, Raven heading to work and me heading to Clara, smiling at people I passed.
When I pulled out the garage, bag safely stored, I realised the nudging had subsided. I looked around curiously, making sure my mind, or whoever had followed me's mind, wasn't playing tricks on me.
Seeing nothing that concerned me, I continued the short drive to the campus, basking in the late morning sun that broke through the clouds in the sky. I hopped off my mo-ped and pulled out my bag, happily walking to the library, greeting and smiling at other students, who from getting a slight reading of their mind, I knew weren't having a good day, and Professors I knew.
The Librarian gave me happy smile when I wandered in, glad to have someone who respected literature to chat to, as we often discussed our favourite books and authors.
"Good morning, Maggie." I greeted and she playfully shushed me, I rolled my eyes and started to unpack my books at a table, preparing myself for a long day.
It was late in the afternoon, almost six o'clock when I heard it again; the series of doors shutting outside in the hall. Maggie had left hours ago, with a smile and wish of happy reading, and the library was now vacant, except for me studying away. Most of the school would be empty too, as it was a Friday night.
Normally, it took a lot to spook me, but this was the second night this had happened. It was starting to freak me out; I had heard rumours of the campus being haunted, but they were just rumours.
I hastily started to pack up, hearing the doors slamming once I'd finished. Curiosity got the better of me; I donned my bag on to my shoulder and ran out the door, wanting to know what was causing the ruckus. I almost alked right into someone, feeling completely idiotic, I quickly looked up to apologise when I saw I was looking at an alien. An Ood, to be specific.
"You have to help him, his song is ending. Save him, save yourself." The Ood said, or well, it's mind did. I was used to reading minds, but not interacting with someone through telepathy. I wanted to ask what it meant, but after I blinked, it was gone.
Standing stupidly in the middle of the deserted hall, I did a mental scan for any brain waves, an indication of someone hanging around, possibly causing the noise, or in the hope of finding the Ood again. My sonar, as I called it, showed there was someone of high intelligence blundering about the basement, but no Ood. I think.
Shrugging off the odd warning and willing to give the blip on my sonar a chance, I stormed down there, ready to tell this plonker to shut up. When I got down there though, what I faced was not what my scan had prepared me for.
The Doctor was bouncing about the room, pointing his sonic screwdriver at a machine clunking and hissing after him.
I stood captivated at the sight, thinking I'd finally lost my mind, when he spotted me. His brown eyes widened comically and he motioned for me to leave. I raised an eyebrow at him and placed my hands on my hips, as if to say, 'no way'.
The machine hadn't spotted me, too busy running after the mad man with the sonic. It was nearing me, still not noticing I was standing there when I sent lethal pulsing wave out of my mind, aiming at the machine. Whatever I had intended to do, had worked magnificently. The machine short circuited and collapsed on the ground, causing a god-awful clanging.
"Hello," The Doctor called cheerfully, his eyes showing confusion and that he was coming up with an excuse, I didn't need telepathy for that.
"Save it, Doctor. Explain how and why you're here." I cut to the point. Doctor Who was simply a TV show, a brilliant one at that. The Doctor didn't exist, aliens weren't real, and the machine was just well-engineered.
"Well..." He started and ended there. He had no clue what to say.
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