The Doctor sighed, running his hands through his hair as he examined wherever it was the TARDIS had taken him. It was dark out, where he was standing on the roof of a building. Across the alley was an apartment, with a slanted windowed roof that showed him the young woman walking around in it. She looked sad, shuffling through papers before groaning and chucking them at the counter of her kitchen. He stepped closer, sitting on the edge of his roof and peering closer at her.
She was decidedly pretty, with curly brown hair and brown eyes set into a pretty face. She sighed, leaning against her wall before the tension in her face and shoulders relaxed. As the window was open, he could hear faint music playing before she produced a stick from her pocket and waved it, the music automatically getting louder. It was a woman's voice, singing about how something 'starts in her toes, and she crinkles her nose.' The young woman before him grinned and started to sing along before the song quickly ended, producing a newer one of the same woman singing, faster and upbeat than the other one and singing about something 'brighter than the sun.'
As she was singing, the Doctor grinned and stepped closer, squinting into her apartment to find a clue as to who this woman was. On an end table he could spot a picture of her and two boys, one with red hair and many freckles, the other with black hair, glasses, and a peculiar scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. But the funny thing about the picture was that it moved, the two boys producing a banner that proclaimed "Happy Birthday, Hermione!", making the girl laugh and hug the two around their necks. Since these three were so close, his mind immediately jumped to the conclusion of 'siblings,' yet they looked absolutely nothing alike.
At the abrupt ringing of a telephone, Hermione stopped singing, waving the stick to silence her song as she padded to the phone. "Hello?" she asked before silently groaning, walking back towards the papers she'd carelessly chucked, waving her stick once more so that the chord dragged along the rest of the phone in the air so it could follow her. "Yes, Chess, I am still working. No, no…" she suddenly grinned, rolling her eyes, "No, I'm not trying to ditch you. It's just that – I don't have enough time – "
This made the Doctor stare much more intently at her, watching her walk around her apartment. He even got up and walked so that he could watch her movements better.
"No – no, we haven't figured it out yet," she sighed and shook her head, "I don't think we ever will. Not in this decade, anyway. Yes – " she chuckled, "I know – I know, it's going to change soon. But, still, I can't go out toni – what? Oh, of course. Send my regards? Thanks." She sighed, walking around and letting her gaze wander. She stopped abruptly, blinking. "What? Oh – yeah, I'm here," she turned back to her phone call, "I just thought I saw a blue police box from the 1960's on top of my neighbors' roof. No – no, I don't do drugs!" She laughed as the Doctor peeked back over the ledge of the roof, watching as she scratched the back of her head before letting her arm drop. Apparently the thought of a blue police box on her neighbors' roof didn't trouble her.
"Perfect," the Doctor smirked. She hung up, sighing again, the frown there instead of a smile. She started humming, walking into another room where she would be out of his sight, singing a little as she left. The Doctor jumped up, patting the now-visible TARDIS as he stepped inside, "And now, Old Girl, we wait for her to have a terrible day. Then I can – " he was cut off by a loud beeping sound, making him blink, "What? No. Not stealing. I'll give her back." He smirked a little, closing the door, "Eventually."
I don't know when I'll update or even what this is going to be about, as I've only ever seen a few episodes of Doctor Who (the one with van Gogh, Pompeii, the one where the Daleks are in WW i or ii, and a bit of the one where they're in that hotel in space. And only the Pompeii one was the 10th Doctor.) So, I dunno, I'm probably going to have to do some "research" (pfft, yeah right, total Whovian marathon) before it gets any exciting. One more chapter before I have to "research." Pfftchtpfft. :D