The Last of Their Kind
Summary: Dananoxacoriapolis was an average alien living peacefully on Earth. She knew little of her past, and tried to piece what she knew together. That is until she was forced to run. Then she met the Doctor and found if she wanted to discover herself, she would have to run faster.
Set: Post Season 3
Pairing: None, but implied 10/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
A/N: Well now that, that's all out of the way. This just came to my mind one day, and I know there aren't too many fics like this one, so I thought I'd try my hand at it. This chapter is a bit short, but they get longer. Anyway I've never written anything like this, so I hope to hear how I'm doing. Believe it or not, reviews really influence the story. Now when you click the little button at the bottom, just think about all the power you have now ;). Anyway on to the story, I hope you enjoy the ride.
Chapter One
She ran. She ran faster than she had ever run before. Renegade strands of wispy brunette hair escaped the protection of her hood, and clung to her eyelashes. Adrenaline pulsed through her body and she didn't dare look back. A girl, who looked no more than seventeen, made her way down the empty streets of the London suburbs. The air that filled her lungs pained her chest and her heart was about to burst. Her hands were cold and shaking. Fear had engulfed her in way she never thought it could. It reached to the very levels of her soul and ate it's way through her body, spreading its infection through her nerves and blood. Beads of sweat raced down the bridge of her nose and around the creases of her eyes, which were of a dull blue that resembled the ocean on a cloudy day. Within those cloudy eyes were the remnants of a jaded soul desperate for hope. For a moment, everything slowed down. Her breathing sounded louder than her footsteps and her surroundings appeared to be still, despite the fact that she continued to run. That's when she saw it.
A blue police box, an anachronism from a time so long ago, stood on an abandon street corner unnoticed to everyone around. So, she ran for it. Irrationally, she thought, if that blue box had gone unnoticed, maybe she would too. Quickly she hid behind it and put her weight against its back. Her chest fell up and down heavily as she gasped for air which she desperately needed. Sweet oxygen filled her parched lungs and quieted her heart. Her heightened senses began to dull and she regained composure. She hoped this conspicuous box, would be the best hiding place from her pursuers. Quiet. The footsteps that had followed her had died away long ago, but she couldn't help but feel she had been followed. Just then, the door of the box slammed open and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She poked her head around the corner and saw a man in a brown pin stripe suit looking back at her. A look of suspicion morphed into concern on his face. Her own expression must have reflected a look of sheer terror. She realized he wasn't looking for her, and she relaxed.
"Are you alright?" he asked tentatively.
She blinked. Words hid within the depths of her mind as she desperately tried to find them. "Um," she began breathlessly. "I think so." She stuttered with an American accent. "This is London right?" It was a silly question, she knew, but only hours before she had been in Cardiff.
He was a bit surprised by her question. But the truth of the matter was, he wasn't even sure he could answer it. "I believe so. That's what I was aiming for at least. Though the vortex is a bit tricky and the old girl isn't what she used to be." He patted the blue box affectionately then returned his attention to her. Something was unusual about her, he could feel it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Suddenly the girls mind faded from reality and took off for a place far beyond the Earth and it's barrier. This man appeared in her vision. The stars, the vortex, the cosmos were all at her disposal as this man and many who weren't him, but were, continued to spin their way in and out of her mind. Pain, sadness, and grief took over as well as joy, hope, and sheer happiness. Those visions suddenly left and she was back behind the blue box. Two words rang stridently in her mind.
"Time Lord."