Hi there! So I started watching Doctor Who just this past Christmas, and I have to say that I absolutely love it. I just love the Doctor, no matter what actor is portraying him. I normally am very wary about TV shows, but I just fell in love with this show! It's amazing. Anyway, I thought of this idea while reading some fanfiction of it. I love the Doctor Who the way it is. I love the relationships between the Doctor and his companions, especially Rose and the Doctor. I just thought that this could make a good fanfiction. This is a Doctor/OC fanfiction. If you don't like it, don't read it. I decided to write this because I just wanted to. I hope you enjoy. I don't own Doctor Who obviously, because if I did, the Doctor and Rose would be together.
A/N: Off topic, but to those reading my fanfiction of Blood Rose, I might return to it later, instead of putting it up for adoption. Only time will tell.
Enjoy!
"Roxi, get up! Time to go to work!"
Roxi, a young girl of twenty, groaned audibly as she awoke. Her honey blonde hair, which normally fell to her shoulders, was a wild mess, a few strands bent into L's and V's. She sat up and rubbed the sleeping dust out of her eyes.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Roxi hurried over to her dresser, searching through the drawers and pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans, a white tank-top, a gray v-neck long-sleeved shirt and a pair of purple striped socks. After pulling off her pajamas and throwing on these articles of clothing, she returned to her dresser and grabbed her brush, quickly going to work to tame her hair down.
"Rox, can I borrow a pair of earrings?" a voice behind her asked. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw it was her sister, Rose, who stood in the doorway already dressed to go.
"What pair?" Roxi inquired, her American accent greatly contrasting to Rose's British accent.
"The little silver bulb ones," Rose immediately answered, entering the room and shuffling over to stand next to her.
"Oh, here!" Roxi exclaimed, spotting the pair right away. She snatched them up and placed them in Rose's waiting hand. Glancing at Rose, she asked, "Today's Saturday, right?" She looked back into the mirror above her dresser and began applying eyeliner around her teal eyes.
"Yeah, it is. Now scoot over," Rose answered, bumping her hip into Roxi's with a joking grin.
"Yes, your majesty," Roxi teased back, sliding over a little with a smile.
"Oh, shut it!" Rose giggled, putting the earrings in. "Why do you want to know what day it is?"
"Just to make sure I don't go to the wrong job." Finishing up with the mascara on her eyelashes, she added, " As much as I'd love to start work at the book store today, I must survive Henrik's for just a few more days."
"Still can't believe you quit!"
"I gave them my two weeks notice, there is a difference," Roxi assured, going to her bed and grabbing her purse off of it.
"Okay, no need to get snooty about it."
"I'm not being snooty."
"Whatever you say. Now, come on, Miss Slowpoke. We're going to be late."
"Roxi rolled her eyes in response and followed Rose out of her room and into the living room, so Rose could grab her bag and so they could say good-bye to Jackie.
"Off to work you two," Jackie chirped from the couch. Roxi grinned as she quickly hugged Jackie, and watched Rose do the same.
Then, the two young women exited the small apartment, descending the Powell Estate stairs, and ventured their way to work.
It was nearing the end of the day, and Roxi was glancing at the nearby clock, anxiously counting down the seconds to "quitting time." Across the room, she could see Rose doing the same thing, seeming just as anxious as she was to get out of there.
"Five...four...three...two...one," Roxi muttered to her self, sighing in relief as the minute hand finally pointing at the twelve, making it seven o'clock. She exchanged a happy look with Rose before reaching under the counter for her bag and Rose's, and paced over to the other blonde, handing her sister her bag as she slung her own over her shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," Roxi urged. Rose nodded eagerly, both of them, along with a few of their co-workers, bolting towards the front entrance.
At the door, however, Roxi and Rose were stopped by the doorman, who dangled a bag of cash in front of their faces, and stated sharply, "Money for Wilson."
Roxi rolled her eyes, frustrated, and snatched the money from his hand, turning around and retreating back into the store.
"Want me to wait for you?" Rose called after her, her eyes following after her sister.
Roxi revolved around to face her, still moving away, answering, "No, go on ahead! I'll see you at home!"
"Alright, then, see you at home!" Rose saluted, then exiting the building.
Roxi ambled over to the elevator, pressing the button for the basement. She saw the doorman close the front doors before the elevator doors squeezed shut. She could feel it descending below her feet as she anxiously waited for the doors to reopen.
Seconds later, she heard the "ding" of the elevator stopping, and the doors rattled open. Stepping out into the hallway, she maneuvered down to a door with a silver handle. Rapping on the door with her left hand, with the bag of money clutched in her right, she then shouted out, "Wilson!" Dropping her hand back to her side, she waited for a moment. Silence from the other side of the door was all she received.
"Wilson! It's Roxi!" she tried again. "I have your money for you!"
No answer.
"Wilson! C'mon, I need to go! The store's about to close!"
Still, no reply.
"Wilson?"
As silence once again followed, Roxi began to feel a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach. An anxious, queasy feeling that threatened to burn a hole in her stomach.
She was about to knock again when she heard a crash down the hall. Her head turned in the direction of the noise, her feet inching her forward.
"Wilson? Is that you?" Rounding the corner, she found herself in a dark room. She flipped a switch on, and one by one, lights began illuminating the room full of the plastic dummies for the store.
"Hello?" Roxi moved further into the room, waiting for any sort of answer. After traveling about ten feet forward, she heard the door slam shut behind her. Startled, she whipped around and went up to the door, trying the handle. Locked.
"Okay...this doesn't seem creepy at all," she sang sarcastically, backing away from the door. Turning back towards the room, she ambled further in, telling herself, "Guess I'll find a different exit then."
She had passed multiple window-shop dummies, when she felt someone lurking behind her. Whipping around, she discovered a few of the dummies stalking her.
"Okay, who put you up to this?" Roxi asked, slightly nervous. "Was it Derek? Or Rose? She'd probably get a huge kick out of seeing me scared for once, after all the horror movies I made her watch. Good job with dressing up as dummies. You look very...real."
The dummy-people didn't answer, but rather they continued after Roxi, who was anxiously walking backwards, away from them. She was soon backed up against the wall, facing a dozen or more of the plastic men. Roxi felt the bag of cash slip from her fingers, dropping onto the floor.
"Either I'm having a nightmare," she stated softly to herself, "you're extremely good actors...or...you're actually plastic dummies trying to kill me."
All of the plastic men stopped, the front one raising its arm to hit her. Roxi wanted to scream, hoping it might startle them enough that she could run away, but the scream was stuck in her throat. Her entire self was frozen in place.
All of a sudden, she felt a hand grasp her left hand, and her eyes flew open, glancing to her left. A man with floppy ears and a somewhat large nose was beside her, his blue eyes serious as he ordered, "Run!"
Without a second thought, she felt him pull her with him, the dummy hitting the pipe behind where she once stood. Sprinting with the man, still clutching his hand, Roxi followed him as he led her down the corridor and into an elevator. He dropped her hand and pressed one of the buttons on the elevator. One of the dummy-men had reached inside through the closing doors, trying to either grab onto one of them or to stop the elevator (Roxi wasn't sure which). Seeing this, the man clutched the arm reaching in, and yanked on it, causing the arm to be pulled free from the dummy's socket, and the doors squeezed shut, the man holding the arm with a grin.
"Here you go!" he cheered, his Northern accent holding a bit of humor, as he tossed the arm back to Roxi, who caught it in surprise. "Souvenir!"
Roxi's eyes portrayed a fearful glint as the lift moved, her mind whirling as she stared in shock at the plastic arm in her hands. Blinking once, she looked up and spoke to the man, "Those dummy-men...they're real, aren't they? They're living plastic?"
"What else could they be?" the man asked, eyes still on the doors.
"Oh...people dressed up as plastic dummies to try and play a prank on someone. Robots meant to look like plastic. People being mind-controlled to dress up to look like plastic and attack people. The list goes on."
The man glanced back at Roxi with an eyebrow raised in surprise. "Those are some pretty interesting ideas."
"Thank you."
"Your first guess was right, though. They're living plastic dummies."
"Oh! I hope Wilson is all right."
"Who's Wilson?"
"Chief Electrician."
"Wilson's dead."
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors rattled open. Roxi watched the man in shock as he exited the lift, her following close behind.
"Mind your eyes," he warned her as he pointed, what looked like to Roxi, a weird, metal tube-like thing, with a blue end, at the button panel, causing it to explode.
"What are you dong?" the blonde girl inquired, somewhat shocked.
Without looking at her, the man walked past her, as if expecting her to follow (which she did, the plastic arm still in her hands), replying, "I'm trapping them. I can't let them leave the building, they'll just attack people. So I'm going to use this," he stopped for a minute and gestured to the bomb he was holding, before continuing on his way, "to get rid of them. So I suggest," he pushed the back door open so Roxi could pass by him and move into the alley, "that you get as far away as you can."
Roxi's eyes were as round as saucers as she stared at the strange man holding the bomb, who told her with a serious expression, "Don't tell anyone about me or what's happened here. You'll just end up killing them."
The man pulled the door shut, leaving a very befuddled Roxi alone in the alley.
"That wasn't weird at all," she murmured quietly to herself, turning away from the door in deep astonishment. Before she had the chance to walk away, Roxi heard the door reopen. She whirled back around to face the man who had saved her, and he blurted, "I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"
"Roxi."
With a quick grin, he chirped, "Nice to meet you, Roxi. Run for your life!" The last sentence ended with him shaking the bomb a little, with a dare-devilish glint in his eyes.
He quickly spun around, and tugged the door handle, vanishing back inside. Roxi still confused and in awe, rapidly walked away, exiting the alley and entering the busy street with cars buzzing by. Glancing down either way of the avenue, Roxi found a path between cars and hurried across to the opposite side of the street. She rushed down the sidewalk, letting the distance between her and the department store grow.
BOOM!
The echoing rumble carried many feet as the ground shook. She let her eyes wander back to Henrik's, only to find the entire building ablaze. She forced her eyes away from the scene as she sprinted down the street towards home, not noticing the oddly placed, blue police public call box hiding off to the side.
"Thank God you weren't in there!" Jackie Tyler yelled, her voice booming in the small flat. Roxi and Rose, both sitting on the couch with a cup of tea each in their hands, couldn't help but flinch at the volume of the older woman's tone. Rose's eyes were following their mother's frantic pacing and yammering into the phone while Roxi's mainly observed the television, which showed currently the inflamed store that she saw but an hour ago with her own eyes.
"Mum, we're fine," Rose tried to reassure, but to no avail.
"You could have been blown up!" Jackie screeched hysterically. "I could have lost two daughters in one go! I don't care if one's blood and one's not, I almost became childless!" Jackie disappeared into the kitchen, still chatting away to one of her many gossiping friends.
Roxi grinned to herself. She loved her sister and mother, and loved the fact that she wasn't treated any different just because she was adopted.
Seven years ago, when Roxi was thirteen, she applied for the student exchange program through her school in the United States, which exchanged students with those in London. A month later, she was sent to live with Jackie and Rose Tyler for the school year. It was the first time in a long time that Roxi remembered being genuinely happy. Sometime halfway through the year, Jackie and Rose discovered that she was in the foster system, and had been bounced from family to family since she was born. Less than a month later, Jackie filed the necessary paperwork and Roxi officially became her daughter, something that Roxi would never forget and will always be grateful for. Roxi finished high school early, and graduated college with a degree in anthropology and a minor in English and astrophysics, before returning home. She's been working different jobs, paying off her college loans, until she finds what she really wants to do, meanwhile staying with her family.
Roxi, being brought back to the present, heard the front door open, and she saw Mickey, Rose's boyfriend, enter the living room.
"Thank God, you're alright!" he exclaimed, rushing over to rose and hugging her.
"Yes, I'm fine," she replied, returning the hug. Roxi giggled to herself at the over-protectiveness that was Mickey. She remembered it from when she and Mickey dated, a while before him and Rose. It was one of the reasons why they didn't last.
Mickey released Rose from the hug and looked at Roxi, asking her, "Where's Colin? I would have thought he'd be here, making sure you're all right."
Roxi glowered at her sister's boyfriend, whose eyes grew in surprise at the look she gave him. "Colin and I are no longer together. The idiot had the gall to cheat on me, and I will not be with someone who cheats on me. Especially not after he tried to blame the entire thing on me."
"That no good, two-timing, son-of-a-"
"No swearing in my house!"
Mickey smiled sheepishly under the hot glare of Jackie Tyler, who entered the living room with the phone in her right hand. Removing her eyes from the embarrassed Mickey, she looked to Rose and Roxi, and informed them of a possible offer of money for an interview. The two girls exchanged knowing looks and took the phone from her, only to hang it up themselves.
"Well, it's not like you have many choices, sweethearts," Jackie reminded. "I know you still have that job lined up at the book shop, Roxi, but that won't be enough. I'm not going to save the two of you when you want something and we have no money"
The phone rang once again, and in a flash, Jackie had the phone to her ear, and once again started gossiping to one of her many friends.
Roxi suppressed a grin as she took a sip of tea, eyes returning to the television set.
"Drinking tea? No, no, you need something much stronger," Mickey told them, grabbing Rose's mug from her and setting it on the coffee table in front of them. Standing up and holding out both of his hands to them, he ordered, "C'mon, we're going down to the pub."
"Is there a game on?" Roxi asked with a humored grin, scrutinizing him and his eager expression.
"What? How could you think that? I'm only caring about your well being, both of you."
Rose grinned knowingly as she stated, "There's a match on, isn't there?"
Mickey's serious expression melted into a semi-embarrassed, semi-guilty one as he replied, "Well, we could catch the last five minutes of it."
The girls laugh at him and his obsession with football/soccer. Rose managed to encourage him to go without them, and he eventually did.
"Oh, Mickey, could you take that plastic arm out to the trash as you're going out?" Roxi begged him as he walked past her.
Grabbing the arm, which resided in the recliner beside the couch, he waved goodbye with it, causing Rose to giggle a bit and Roxi to roll her eyes, and left the Tyler apartment.
"Do you mind if we put in a movie?" Roxi asked Rose once Mickey was gone. "I need some quality movie time after an event like this. To calm me down."
"Sure!" Rose chirped, rising up off the couch and moving over to the TV and changing it to the VCR connection channel. Looking back to her sister, she queried, "What movie?"
"Mmm...The Princess Bride," Roxi decided, becoming happy at the thought of the movie. Rose, chuckling to herself, snatched the movie off of it's permanent spot on top of the VCR and put the movie in. Grabbing the TV remote and the movie player remote, she returned to the sofa and plopped back down next to Roxi.
"How many times have we watched this now?" Rose questioned, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over the two of them.
"Way too many times, and yet not enough. It may be nearing three hundred though."
"Hopeless romantics, we are."
"Oh yes. We're all for twue wuv and mawwiage."
The two girls burst into a fit of giggles, before silencing themselves as the movie began, and the two were soon absorbed by the film.
So here's the first chapter. How was it? You know a little about Roxi and her past, but not everything. There is a lot about this one character that will be explained more and more. I have a slight idea, but honestly, it as I go. Each episode will be multiple chapters, so it will be one long book, because I also decided to add filler chapters. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll publish the next chapter next week or so. Please review, favorite and follow.