Sorry for not updating my other story first but this popped in my head, it's a Doctor Who Fanfic that I've come to really love. Please review and if something is wrong I'll try to fix it but it's hard anyways with the accident and all, I hope you all will also check out my other story which is an Artemis Fowl Fanfic. Please enjoy.
It was a routine shift for Ann-Marie, a simple check and go at the museum she worked at before she could go home to her three children whom she assumed had been picked up by Helen the baby-sitter. Ann-Marie her self was about 5' 7" and had long dark brown hair and soft Hazel eyes that held a depth of pain and wisdom that was unusual for such a young woman. At 24 she had already been married and divorced far before her time. Her ex-husband Brian had left her stranded and jobless and pregnant with the triplets for his secretary 'Jo-Ann'. Turns out he was going to leave her anyways but her being pregnant with HIS children pushed his over the edge. Within a month of his finding out she had received divorce papers.
As she wandered out to her poor dilapidated dodge neon at the far edge of the parking lot (she was the last one out as usual) she was totally unaware of the pair of chocolate brown eyes following her from the shadow of a familiar blue box.
She got to her car and sighed as she jiggled and twisted the old handle of the car door. Finally after a minute of flapping she got the door open. As she checked the rear view mirrors she saw the three car seats in the back all lined up like astronaut seats, not that the triplets would even know what astronauts were as they were only a year old… well they were eleven months and 12 days to be exact. Although she knew they wouldn't remember or really care about their first birthday or even their next one she planned to make their child hood better then hers.
As the Doctor paced back and forth in the main TARDIS control room he was getting annoying by two things: 1. his hair get falling in his face, if it was something he missed from his tenth regeneration at was his hair although the straight brown hair with the long bangs in the front would have been tolerable if he had at LEAST been a ginger but no he had brown hair, unmanageable, annoying, brown hair. Oh yes he was horribly vain now, he had caught himself several times checking his hair in various mirror-like objects around the TARDIS but he had bigger fish to fry with poor Ann-Marie, something alien or supernatural had to be going on with the poor girl, why else would the TARDIS bring him to her?
As she arrived at her flat she was nearly trampling by her two daughters Emily and Marian along with their brother Joshua whom had all started walking just the week before. She paid a very tired Helen for her time and then started heating up some leftover take-away from a few nights previously when she heard a knock at the door. She took her time getting to the door as the floor was littered in countless toys
"Gimme' a sec, let me get to the door!" she yelled as the knocking got harder and faster "what do you want? If you're trying to sell me something I'm broke and not interested thank you very much!" she yelled as she finally got to the door and opened it
"Ello' there miss parker" the tall odd man at the door said
"And who might you be?" she asked suspiciously "How do you know my name?"