AN: This is my first Doctor Who fic so if it starts getting weird (and I mean the bad kind) please let me know and leave a suggestion if you can. Also, I'm not from the UK so all the British slang in dialogue is mainly my interpretation of what I heard on TV…or from the internet (sorry Brits). Please, leave a review if you like it, or if you don't, still leave a review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who (Duh) and the song in the beginning is "If Only These Walls" by Simon Pipe. I heard it on the radio one day and instantly fell in love.
"If only these walls could speak they would tell you I miss you,
And I want you back again.
I tried to tell myself I don't need you, but you know I can't pretend.
It's been so long I still can't get over, over you girl,
If only these walls could speak."
Doran Tyler stepped off the bus and pulled the windcheater tightly around his skinny frame. Although it was October, the wind made the early evening feel as cold and crisp as a winters night.
He sighed deeply and continued walking.
He never hated the cold usually. That is, of course, back when usually meant he was a 900 year old alien with two hearts, a time-travelling box and an internal body temperature of 16 degrees Celsius. Now he was…human…sort of.
And he was all alone. Everyone he loved was gone, locked in another universe.
It was as if the doctor didn't care that he had separate feelings. No, just leave them on a beach like bad pets and expect him to love a woman he barely knew and then dematerialise forever. That's definitely the way to start over.
Rose didn't stick around long after that either; it only took about a month for her to realise that the Doctor, her Doctor, the real Doctor was never coming back for them.
After a few days of crying she packed he stuff and moved out of the Tyler mansion, finding a job in the city.
She'd still visit and they'd go out for tea every once in a while but never long enough for them to establish a close friendship. That was all he needed at that point. A friend.
Doran sighed deeply again.
No wonder Pete and Jackie treated him with all the pity of a lost child. He was a complete mess.
For Christ's sake, he didn't even have a name two months ago!
Doran looked down at his trainer-clad shoes.
"Blimey these things are comfortable." He mumbled to himself, before shaking all thoughts of the Doctor from his head.
He tried to forget about the "Doctor life", he really did, but that proved increasingly difficult when you're left in an alternate universe with no identity sans the face and memories of another person.
The fact that those memories were so much cooler than creating 9 to 5 life for yourself didn't help either.
Speaking of memories, for some strange reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Doran never realised how much he missed her until she was out of reach for good. He missed everything about her. The bright curiosity of her eyes, her care-free laugh, the smoothness of her caramel skin, the way her small frame fit perfectly into his tall, lanky one when they hugged…
…the never-ending curves of her body…
…the softness of her full, luscious lips…
Now he was just torturing himself. He just needed to know; a sure sign that she existed over here was all he wanted. That once chance and he would know definitely that he had a second chance to make everything right.
"You know what, Doran? You need help." He chuckled to himself and looked up from his thoughts. He should do that more often; he tended to get lost in them a lot recently.
Now, he was lost in…somewhere.
Doran stopped walking and turned around himself. Nothing. He recognised absolutely nothing. Another breeze blew and he tightened his arms around his torso in an attempt to stay warm.
The sun was basically gone, all light from the sunset was fading slowly; he must have been walking close to two hours.
All confusion on his face quickly disappeared and bled into fear.
"Oh shit."
He was lost. He had no idea where he was, how he got there or how to get back. Outside was getting dark, fast, and he was definitely in the wrong neighbourhood.
Then he heard it; the one thing you never want to hear when you are lost, alone and afraid in the dark. Maybe it was the Doctor in him, or maybe there was something special in that voice: but a cry for help is what it is and should never be ignored by anyone with a heart.
"Help me! Somebody, PLEASE! Stop! AHHH!"
IT was coming from the ally! Doran picked up the pace and rounded the corner, picking up the first thing he saw for protection.
"Better safe than sorry."
He couldn't believe his eyes. This it was; his sure sign was in front of him. She existed; Martha Jones existed in his universe and was crossing his timeline at this exact point.
She was here.
And she was in some serious trouble.