Ureshiitamago: Ok. I know that I have another fanfic going on, and is my main one, so I wont update this one as much…but I wanted to try out writing in this fandom. For as long as I can remember, I have been daydreaming about an OC of mine going into the world of Doctor Who (no, not an OC from our universe…) so…here it is. I hope you enjoy. *grabs random passerby and whispers in their ear*
Random Passerby: uuuummm…..ureshiitamago…was it?...doesn't own Doctor Who…just her OC, and any original time adventure that appears…did I get that right?
Ureshiitamago: Yup, here's a cookie! (::) This is set before the 9thDoctor meets Rose, so it's going to be an original storyline until they actually meet her. (I do plan on having the other companions in the story.)
Chapter 1: Tails, shape-changing, magic, and…Science? Those things go together…right?
Memkadoragopanon, or, as her friends called her, Mem, swished her tail in delight as her brother tossed her a fruit from the fruit tree in their backyard.
"What fruit is it today?" He called down to her, sticking his head out of the leaves to catch a glimpse.
"Uuuuh…Apple…I think. Looks purple-ish, so I'm not completely sure." She continued to mutter in confusion as she stared at the so called 'apple' that was the color of a rather large bruise. Mem stared at it some more, and then looked up at her little brother, a cold feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. That was never good.
"Remdasnarcha! Get down from their now!" She yelled up at him, fear starting to overtake her. She was only 30, still a child, things that would've been just an itch in their parents shoes was a blast of cold air and panic to her. Her emerald green eyes glinted in fear, and as she looked back and forth between the fence to her house and the tree, they caught the light and made them shine in broad daylight. She ran up to the tree as fast as her small legs could carry her.
"Remdasnarcha! Remdas-Remmie! Remmie! Come down! Now! Please?" She grew even more panicked as she didn't hear any reply from him. The bruise colored apple fell from her hand, forgotten, as she started to climb the tree, tail lashing in frustration.
"Remmie! This isn't funn-" The words died on her lips as she stared at a skeleton. It was the same size as Remmie. She screamed.
And continued screaming as I sat up straight in my bed, turning into yowling as I transformed into my cat form out of fright. My door slammed open, mother rushing in with a tired look on her face. She took her wand out and waved it, golden light streaming out of it to cocoon me, calming me. My shivers settled down, being reduced to nothing as the golden light moved around me like water. I retracted my claws and concentrated, bringing back my anthro self. I looked at my mother guiltily. This marked everyday for 70 years that I had that dream and woke up screaming. She had gotten tired of it soon enough. She huffed at me.
"Memkadoragopanon Reede Potts. I have been telling you for 60 years to get a hold of your dreams, and what happens? I turn my back, and you scream." Her glare was strong enough to wilt a cactus. There was a thought. Could cactus's wilt? I banished those thoughts from my mind and made my face suitably apologetic. She grumbled angrily for a moment, and then made as though to walk out of the room, though she stopped just at the doorway, and turned around.
"Today is your coming of age day. There won't be a party as per your rather silly request, but here." She tossed me a rectangular package. "This is your coming of age present." She walked out of the door. I stared at the package in my hands. Silently, I set it down on my bed, and glanced at the covered window. The sun was shining through the blinds, so I pushed the covers back and made my way to the closet. Rifling through it, I picked out an Orange long sleeve shirt with green stripes that matched my hair and fur color (there were rectangular holes one each side of each sleeve above my elbow, held together with strips of leather.), and dark and light green striped upper mid-thigh shorts, held up by dark orange suspenders. I yawned as I slipped on my ankle-high tan combat boots over my thigh high white socks, and clumped over to the vanity to 'put on my face'. I looked tired. My green eyes were blurred with sleep, and still scared from my nightmare. My waist length orange (Mother called it fire) and green hair was a mess from my tossing and turning, one side completely flat while the other was sticking strait up into the air. My skin was tan as ever. To my mothers chagrin, I always insisted on working out in the fields with the 'common users' as she called the non-magic folk. I had the calluses on my hands to prove it. I wrinkled my small button nose at my reflection. I had faint stripes on my face that were a shade lighter than my skin tone, left over from my transformation. My cat ears flicked back and forth in frustration and my tail swished faster. I grabbed my comb, and glared at it like it was responsible for what my hair looked like. I combed my hair so it lay flat on my head, and then braided it so it fell over my shoulder. When I tied it, I stuck a golden eagle feather into the braid. I smiled finally, and stuck my tongue out at my reflection. Really, I could've used magic to do my hair, but I never felt like using magic for such insignificant things like turning on the lights or doing my hair. I thought it was a waste.
In my country, when you turned 100, you were considered an adult, and a coming of age party/ceremony was planned for you. I protested violently over my parents spending money on me when they should be spending money on making sure the hired help (slaves) were comfortable. Which reminded me. I glanced over at the rectangular box, already knowing what it was. Even if one couldn't have a party/ceremony, the person turning of age would receive a wand and a strap on wand holder. A/N: Think gun holster, except for wands.
I walked over to my bed, and eyed the box like it was a wild animal ready to pounce. When we are little, the ones who can do magic were sent to the Great Master of magic, and were led into a room with thousands of wands. There, you spent however long it took wandering the isles until one wand decided that you were the one for it. My wand had tried to poke my eye out. I pulled in a deep breath, and opened the box. My wand was sitting in its black leather holster, clashing with the green satin cushion on the inside of the box. I drew my wand, tingles shooting up my arm as I held it again for the first time in years, and as I held it, all of my troubles lifted from my shoulders. I smiled, and set it down. I took up the holster, and secured it to my left thigh, within grabbing distance of my hand. Then, I picked up my wand again, and examined it. It was made of wood from an ever changing white/black fruit tree we called a Talarop, was slightly springy, and had a magical core of mermaid hair and griffin feather. The main part of my wand was white, with black twining around it all the way from the butt end to the tip. The butt end looked like a dull crab claw. I balanced it on one finger. Hardly a wobble. I smiled, and stuck it back into its holster.
I walked out of my room, bypassed the dining room, and headed toward the kitchens. I stepped over the threshold and smiled as the din reached me. People were shouting and cooking, throwing things at each other. In the midst of it all was Cook.
"Mem! Come 'ere ya crazy kid! Oh wait, yer an adult now ain't ya!" She laughed heartily, and I joined in as I ducked a flying leg of lamb-squid. I dodged through the ruckus of flying food and yelling cooks until I stepped up to the formidable lady. I noted that I was a few inches taller than her now, but that didn't seem to bother her. She shoved a bowl of soup in my right hand, and a roll of bread in the other, and pointed to a bench that was clear of any flying food. "Eat." She ordered. I obeyed meekly, but when I sat on the bench, it suddenly wasn't there. I screamed as I fell through a vortex of pretty colors. I collided with something, and then fell some more before I stopped. I was laying on something soft and warm with my eyes squeezed shut.
"Mind getting off of me?" Asked a male voice. I gasped and sat up. The first thing I noticed was his ears. They looked like monkey ears, except less hairy, and they were sticking out from his head. Next I noticed that he was bald. Well, not bald, just extremely short hair. And his blue eyes. Blue like the sky. Then I noticed that our faces were very close, and I was still lying on top of him. I flushed, and leapt off of him, taking the chance to look everywhere but him. It was a large room, sort of gloomy, with a large table like thing in the center that was glowing green.
"Who are you?" He asked me gruffly.
"Memkadoragopanon, but people call me Mem." I said, still staring at the green glowy thing. "Who're you?"
"I'm the Doctor." He said. "But that's not the point. The point is, who are you, and how did you get here?" I tore my eyes away from the green glowy thing, which I could've sworn was trying to talk to me, and looked at him.
"I fell through a bench in the kitchens." I stated. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Any particular reason you have cat ears and a tail?" He asked me. "I don't think you're a Catkind, though you certainly could be the offspring of a Catkind and a Human…" He trailed off, mumbling under his breath and glaring at me. I looked at him in confusion.
"I was born like this…and I don't know about this 'Catkind' of which you speak." I said as he took something that looked like my father's wand, except for shiny, out of his leather jacket, and there was a light at the end of it that made a buzzing sound as he stuck it in front of my face. I hissed in pain as the sound assaulted my ears, and they flicked backwards and down, trying to escape the sound.
"Oh, sorry." It didn't sound like he meant it though, and he was busy looking at the side of his not-wand.
"What is that dratted noise-maker?" I asked, pointing at the noise-maker-not-wand.
"This is a sonic screwdriver." He said. My brain and body froze at the word 'sonic'.
"That's fiction!" I said indignantly. I threw my arms out, indicating the room we were in. "And where is this?"
"This is the TARDIS." He said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which, for him, it probably was.
"Sorry?" I asked.
"Time And Relative Dimension In Space. TARDIS." He said in a clipped voice. Dimensions and Space was fictional, that I was sure of. Or, at least, it was where I came from. "AHA!" He suddenly cried. "You're from a different dimension! A completely different universe! That explains it! Fantastic!" He grabbed my chin and moved my head gently from left to right.
"Um, excuse me?" I asked.
"Yes?" He said, letting go of my chin.
"What do you mean different universe?" I asked, starting to feel worried.
"Ah, that's what confuses me too!" He exclaimed, climbing down a set of stairs to the glowy green thing. "You see, there aren't supposed to be any ways to go from dimension to dimension. Yet you did, obviously, or you wouldn't be here." I walked down the stairs, my combat boots making a metallic clunk clunk as I did.
"Obviously." I said. He turned around.
"Now, what's your full name…Mem, was it? Any other family?" I nodded.
"Memkadoragopanon Reede Potts, sir." I said. "I had a twin; his name was Remdasnarcha Conal Potts." He looked at me quizzically, the eyebrow going up.
"Had?" He asked.
"He became a skeleton. Literally." I said, playing with the golden eagle feather stuck in my braid. He frowned, and nodded.
"Mother, father?" Again I nodded.
"Mother's name is Gonderasomalta Sedna Kerska-Potts, and Father's name is Ignaragontolisho Monite Potts." I didn't know why I was trusting an absolute stranger with the complete names of my family, but I felt like I could trust him, and despite my landing on him, he didn't seem to hate me. I looked at the glowy green thing, and felt the whisper of someone trying to talk in my head again.
"-ello? Hello?" He was snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blinked out of the daze Ii had gone into while staring at the green glow. I focused on him, and when he was satisfied that he had my attention, he said; "Now what do you mean, you twin turned into a skeleton?" He asked. I shivered as I thought back to that day.
"Well, he wasn't a skeleton, and then…he just was." I whispered the last part.
"Where was he when this happened?" He asked, his tone going business like.
"Up in a Talarop tree." I furthered my explanation upon seeing his confusion. "It's a magical tree that changes its fruit daily. That day, its fruit was a bruise colored apple." A thought occurred to me.
"Say…" I said, looking at him curiously. His eyebrow rose again. I thought that I would get used to seeing that.
"Doctor…who?"
Wooo, I love what I've done *preens* Though, I wonder if you like it? Well, anyWho (see what I did there? XD) later lovies!