Hello everyone! Welcome to my first Doctor Who fanfic! I've gotten re-obbsessed with the Doctor ever since the new year's marathon, so I hope you enjoy! My wonderful beta name is SchmEthan, so e sure to complment him, he's the one doing the real work around here! . Enjoy!
"And now, without further ado, please welcome... DAVID TENNANT!" a man shouted. I covered my ears a millisecond before the fangirls started screaming. I didn't know how David stood the screeching and shouting for hours on end. Then, one day, he admitted that he wore clear earplugs.
I sighed and retreated from my hiding place behind a curtain. I sure as heck didn't want to be here- to deal with the screaming, the fainting, the shouting, the weird costumes and remote controlled Daleks; this was not my idea of a fun time. But I had to keep an eye on David ever since he came back from his second con wearing a purple-and-green pinstriped suit, a feather boa and an orange wig, repeatedly asking about the "taco brigade". In other words, I was here to make sure the fangirls didn't get him drunk.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed and tried to get into a more comfortable position on my chair, which was difficult, since I couldn't move more than six inches with touching the curtain. Why was I was hiding behind a curtain, you may ask. The answer is that I didn't want people to know I was David's sister. Don't get me wrong-I love David, and I'm proud to call him my brother. But I don't want the fangirls to know who I am.
See, I can be described as a very down-to-earth sort of person. I don't like too much froof, glitter and glamour. This means I DON'T like showbiz. This also means I don't like fame. Or the things that come with it.
This is why, even though I had the opportunity to be on set with David, which I refused, I only watch the Doctor Who episodes when they came on the telly. It drove David up the wall, so now when I tune in to watch, he always runs into another room for an hour.
Suddenly, the fangirls let out a roar. I jumped and managed to drop the entire contents of my backpack all over the floor. I cursed and began to pick things up, without letting anyone see the curtain move. When I collected everything, I sat back down in my chair, and sighed. It was going to be a loooong couple of hours.
Anyway, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Alex McDonald, and I'm the little sister of David Tennant. I'm 19, he's 35. Yes, the David Tennant. The 10th regeneration of Doctor Who.
Haven't heard of me? I'm not surprised. I hate the spotlight, and do everything I can to avoid it. This is why only my closest friends know that my big bro's last name is Tennant. With everyone else, I just don't tell them anything about myself, my family, or my interests. I'm not a very sociable person, if you haven't noticed.
"Alex… wake up sleepy…." I heard a voice call from far away. I cracked open my eyes to see David's smiling face looking at me. "I didn't know that there was anyone in the world that could sleep through that." He laughed, ruffling my hair.
"Are they gone yet?" I mumbled, slowly rising from my chair and feeling several bones crack. Ow. Note to self: Don't fall asleep in chairs anytime soon.
"Yes, they're gone now," he replied, smiling and turning away.
"Carry me?"
"No."
"Aww, man."
I got up slowly and followed David though the back door and outside into the cold air, towards the car. Sighing, I pulled the car door open and threw myself inside.
"So how bad were they this time?" I joked, strapping my seatbelt on.
"You know, if you actually get over your fear of attention, you might find out that these sorts of things are actually enjoyable." He replied in his delightful Scottish accent.
"I don't hate attention. I just don't like the press. Or the fans. Or the directors." I shot back, indignant.
"Then please explain why I had to literally drag you out of the house for the premiere of season four!"
"The press were everywhere! Like roaches!"
This continued for the rest of the trip home.
"HA!" I proclaimed, spraying the chicken with water. "That'll teach you to set yourself on fire again!"
"Please remind me why I let you cook dinner tonight." David stated.
"Because we're both tired of eating spaghetti every day of the week!"
"Spaghetti's looking better and better everyday…."
"HEY!"
I was in the middle of engaging fierce combat with the chicken as I pushed it around the frying pan. Cooking was not a trait that ran through the McDonalds, and since we had learned not to go to restaurants without expecting to autograph someone's napkin and were both tired of ready-made dinners, I was trying my hand at cooking. And failing. Badly.
Two hours later I proudly set the burnt chicken on the table, at half of its original size. David looked at me.
"Can we eat spaghetti now?"
"NO!" I roared, causing him to jump. "I slaved over that dinner for two hours, and I had to listen to your wise-guy comments the entire time, so you're going to eat that dinner and you're going to enjoy it!"
With those words, I set down at the table and hungrily shoved a forkful of food into my mouth. Immediately I gagged, and spit the food out on the table. David looked at me, with a smirk that threatened to swallow his mouth.
"Alright then, spaghetti."
David rose from his bed, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. What time is it? He wondered and, picking up his clock, found the answer. 3:30… and I'm not going to fall back to sleep…
Grunting, he got out of bed, walked to the couch, grasped the remote and started absentmindedly flicking through the channels. He stopped when he saw a episode of Doctor Who on the telly. He saw himself wearing his pinstriped suit, running around and pushing buttons, with charming Bille, playing Rose, standing close by. He smiled to himself. The reason he wanted to become on actor was so that he could be the Doctor. When he first started playing the role, he felt like he wanted to go on forever. But now, after five years, he was finished. It was time to pass the reins to someone else. And he was at peace with that.
But now what? He had managed to score a few minor roles on the telly, but since finishing "Doctor Who" he hadn't managed to score anything big. So what should his next step be?
His thought process was interrupted when he heard Alex sigh in her room, and turn over in her bed. He smiled, watching her sleep. She, at the moment, was the most important thing in his life. Even thought she was 19 years old and perfectly capable of taking care of herself, he still protected and watched over her as if she were still a child. He knew Alex wanted to move out from his flat and get a place of her own, but he would always protest and change the subject whenever she mentioned it. In his mind, he justified it by saying that he was protecting her from the evils of the world. But he knew, in his heart, that he just couldn't bear to have her leave him.
Suddenly, he saw a bright flash of light in the sky- so bright; it was like looking at the sun- and a car alarm go off. He jumped off the couch, leaving the telly on, pulled on his robe, and peeked out the windows. He saw nothing, but that didn't keep him from throwing on his slippers, tying his robe, and running outside.
As soon as he opened the door and stepped outside, a blast of cold air hit him in the face. He shivered horribly, since he was wearing only boxers, a robe, and slippers. When he stepped, the snow crunched under his feet.
"Must have snowed while we were asleep." He mumbled to himself, while he searched for the source of the light. He then froze. He could have sworn that he heard voices down the alley. He ran to the area, and then turned to the alley. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Three life-sized Daleks, moving seemingly of their own accord.
"What?" He whispered to himself- force of habit- but that tiny sound caused a commotion.
"DOC-TOR IDENTI-FIED!!!" one of the Daleks screamed. The other two turned their cybernetic eye on him. "YOU-WILL-COME-WITH-US. DO-NOT-RESIST," another Dalek wailed.
This has got to be some sort of joke… David thought. "Alright guys, good show," he called out, turning around, "but if you haven't noticed it's about four in the morning, and I'm freezing, so I'm just going to go-"
"YOU-WILL-NOT-ATEMPT-TO-ESCAPE!" hissed one of the Daleks.
Inwardly, David sighed. Any other time, he would have just played along, but since it was bloody early- and he was bloody cold- he had enough of this. "Listen, this is a great performance, but how about you try it later on when I'm properly dressed and awake." He said, walking away from the Daleks.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright flash of light- similar to the one from before- and something excruciatingly painful shot him in the back. He let out a half-scream and fell to the ground, hitting his head off the pavement. As his vision blurred and he sunk into unconciousness, he only thought of one thing.
Alex…just stay safe, Alex…
I yawned and rubbed at my eyes as I slowly pulled myself upright. I had been awakened by some strange noises, and I was about to give whoever was causing them a piece of my mind.
Pulling on my robe, I stepped into the living room of our flat, only to find the telly on. I growled and turned it off, and began marching to David's room. "Oh, that's IT!" I thought. I've told David time and time again not to leave the telly on, and does he listen? NO!
I marched into his room and pulled his door open. "David, you just woke me up because you- David?" I stopped my rant halfway when I realized that David was not in his room. "David?" I called out, looking around the room. I ran into all the other rooms, only to find my dear brother nowhere in sight.
I felt a cold breeze down the back of my neck, which caused me to shiver and grimace. I turned around to see that the front door and been left partially open.
"But why would you go outside, David?" I muttered to myself. I stood there dumbly for a few seconds before doing the first things that came to mind: grabbing my robe and going outside to look for him.
"David?" I called out- not too loudly, or I might have woken the neighbors. I had been searching for thirty minutes now, and I was beginning to worry. My brother is not the type to go outside in the middle of the night without a very good reason. So now the improbabilities began to present themselves into my mind- like falling and breaking a bone on the ice, going off to rescue a hurt kitten, kidnapping…
I turned around frantically, desperately scanning for something that might lead me to David. I was just about to give up and go call the police when I stopped dead in my tracks.
There, sitting on a corner of the sidewalk, was the blue police box, known to many as the TARDIS. I frowned. What was the prop doing here?
"David?" I whispered. Suddenly, the door swung open, causing me to jump five feet into the air. And, lo and behold, out stepped David in full Doctor Who costume.
"DAVID!" I screamed, and ran towards him. He looked at me with surprise evident in his face.
"What?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"David Tennant, you are in so much trouble!" I shouted at him. "You run off, in the middle of the night, without telling anyone! I was worried sick!"
"Sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else," he said in his faux English accent, giving me and odd expression. I was confused for a second, and then narrowed my eyes at him.
"Oh no you don't, mister. I'm NOT in the mood for any "Doctor Who" practical jokes!"
David only seemed more confused when I mentioned Doctor Who, which made me stop and look at him. "Well? What's the matter?"
"I really think you have me confused with someone else… I really should be going now…" David stated again.
"How could I forget what my own brother looks like?!?" I screamed, at the end of all my patience.
"Because I'm not your brother, which is why I have no clue who you are!" he half-shouted back.
I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Then, if you're not David, who are you, 'person-who-looks-just-like-David-Tennant'?" I asked sarcastically.
David looked me right in the eye and said three little words:
"I'm the Doctor."