Welcome readers! I've been wanting to write a story for a while now and I finally started! I've already gotten a few chapters in, but I want to see what the reviews are like before I post any more. Please review and let me know your thoughts, comments, concerns, and advice on how to make this chapter and future chapters better. The rating may change later. If at any time anyone feels like the rating need to be changed, please let me know. When reviewing, please keep in mind this is my first fanfiction story. I would really appreciate any advice anyone can offer to make my story better, but please, be nice.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I only own my oc. Edited by Formusan.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Alright. Alright. I'm coming." I told the microwave. I opened the door, grabbed the bag of popcorn, and poured it into a bowl I had pulled out earlier. Opening the fridge, I fished out a can of coke and plopped onto the couch with my dinner. Now, since it was Friday I would normally be having pizza, but my roommate was out visiting her parents and told me that under no circumstances was I to have pizza without her. It took a while to get used to not living at home, but being 22 year old college student, I had to learn sooner or later. I'm a senior at VA Tech and working on my bachelor's degree in Animal and Poultry sciences. I have been fascinated with horses ever since I was little and have always wanted to pursue a career with them. Anyway, I searched around for the tv remote and grinned triumphantly when I finally located it hidden underneath a blanket. I turned on Netflix and went to my recently watched which consisted of only one show. Doctor Who. I had only gotten into Doctor Who within the last couple of years. I sat down with my dad while he watched the first season, but couldn't get into it. That is until he got to season 2. Pinteresting was a favorite pastime of mine and I had often come across Doctor Who pins. I noticed that the tenth Doctor seemed to be a fan favorite. So, when my dad finally got to season 2, I decided to give the popular sci-fi show a second chance. I was hooked within two episodes. I later went back and finished the first season, so don't worry, I didn't skip nine. I flipped through the episodes for a couple minutes before deciding to start with the first episode of season 1.
"Dun dun dun. Dun dun dun. Dun dun dun. Dun dun dun. Dooooweeeeooooooooh!" I sang along with the theme song. I grinned as I watched the Doctor grab Rose's hand and whisper run. I giggled as Jackie Tyler attempted to seduce the Doctor while he remained oblivious to her intentions. I sighed as I watched Rose kiss her boyfriend Mikey on the forehead and run into the TARDIS.
"Oh, Doctor. Why can't you be real?" I let out another sigh out of both exhaustion and the fangirlish hope that I could travel with the Doctor. I watched a few more episodes before falling asleep on the couch.
Third person POV
The tv suddenly switched from playing Dalek, to Rose. The screen then went white, and its pale white glow enveloped the whole room. When the light faded, all that was left was a crushed Coke can, empty popcorn bowl, and an equally empty couch.
Elena POV
I awoke to the feeling of the sun on my face, but didn't open my eyes. I could hear birds singing in the background. I felt a little chilled so I rolled over onto my side and curled up in an attempt to get warm. I felt something tickle my nose, but when I reached up to scratch it my hand brushed up against something that was definitely not the fabric of my couch. My eyes shot open and green filled my vision. I sat up.
"What in the world!" I muttered to myself. Grass. I was sitting on grass. I looked around and felt my stomach sink. I was definitely no longer in my apartment living room. As far as I could tell, I wasn't even in Blacksburg, VA anymore. I didn't know where I was. I stood up and brushed myself off. I sighed in frustration when I realized I was still in my minion pajamas and gray horse hoodie. I wasn't even wearing shoes.
"Excuse me," I said nervously, walking up to a nearby elderly couple.
"What can we help you with, dearie?" The old man asked.
"I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. I had a bit of a wild night last night," I told him sheepishly. 'If you count staying up 'til 2'0'clock in the morning watching Doctor Who reruns as wild.'
"I'll say," replied the old woman smiling at me good naturedly. "You're in London, sweetheart."
My eyes widened. "Oh," my voice rising slightly in my surprise. How on earth had I gotten to London?
"You okay, dear?" The old man asked gently, eyeing me with concern. "Do you need us to call someone?"
I shook my head. "No. I'm fine. Thank you." I forced a smile and walked away. I paced throughout the park's lush trails for a while, thinking hard. I know I had fallen asleep on my couch last night, so how did I wind up here? As I tried to come up with some logical explanation, I failed to watch where I was going and smacked straight into something.
"Ow," I muttered from my place on the ground and gingerly rubbed my sore nose. I froze mid rub when I saw what I had bumped into. It was a blue police box. 'Okay, they must have a replica of the TARDIS. Well, why not. Doctor Who is really popular in Britain anyway,' I told myself. I walked around to the front, running my fingers along the blue wooden exterior. I came to a stop in front of the door and I my eyes found the 'Pull to Open' sign I've seen so many time. I reached out a hand to its door. My eyes widened as I heard a soft click.
"No way," I muttered. I looked around and, satisfied that no one was around, poked my head in. My jaw dropped. Instead of a cramped, wooden interior, I was met with the TARDIS console room. I quickly pulled my head back out and examined the sides of the blue box. There was nothing behind it except for its wooden back. I walked inside completely and closed the door. I stared in awe at the sight before me. The show didn't do the TARDIS justice. The console room was HUGE. Coral beams ran the perimeter around the console that stood in the center of the room. It was covered with all sorts of buttons and levers that I couldn't even begin to think about what they did. The glossy, cyan time rotor in the center hummed in a gentle, almost welcoming, rhythm.
"It really is bigger on the inside," I all but whispered, trying very hard to contain a fangirlish scream. I was so focused on admiring the room I had only ever seen on tv to see that I didn't hear the door open and close.
"Who are you?!" A loud voice demanded, causing me to jump nearly a foot in the air. I spun around and my jaw dropped. Standing on the other side of the console was the ninth Doctor in his familiar burgundy shirt and worn, black leather jacket. I opened and closed my mouth, too shocked to say anything. "Who are you and how did you get into my TARDIS?" The Doctor repeated.
"Y-you're the Doctor," I stuttered quiet disbelief.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "And how do you know that?" he asked suspiciously. I slowly approached him, the Doctor eyes following my every move. Very slowly, I reached out a finger and gently poked him in the chest.
I let out a gasp. "You're real. This is real. I'm really here. But how? How can I be here? This isn't supposed to be real. This is supposed to be nothing more than a story!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with each passing second.
"Enough!" The Doctor shouted. I quickly fell silent and looked up at him, fear showing in my turquoise eyes. "Right, start from the beginning. What do you mean I'm real, course I'm real? And why did you say that this is supposed to be a story?" the Doctor demanded.
I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat. "Well, it's kind of complicated. You probably wouldn't even believe me," I said nervously.
"Try me," he replied with an impatient glare.
I sighed, not entirely sure how to go about explaining myself without sounding insane. "Well, you see, I'm not exactly from here. Where I come, you are a fictional character in a sci-fi tv show. The show follows you and your various companions on your travels throughout the time and space."
The Doctor stared at me. "So, you're telling me you're from an alternate dimension where me and my travels are a fictional show?" he asked incredulously.
"...yes," I replied tentatively, cringing slightly at the waver in my voice.
He crossed his arms and glared at me challengingly. "Prove it."
"Well, I know you're a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey," I began. "You are currently in your ninth body. I know that TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space and that she is alive and has changed desktop themes about as often as you have bodies. You stole her and have been traveling time and space ever since. You also pick up companions who travel with you." I looked at him apprehensively.
"Okay, let's say I believe you," he said, still looking at me distrustfully. "How did you get here?"
I sighed again, playing with my suddenly interesting strawberry blonde braided hair. "I don't know. All I know is that I fell asleep on my couch while watching the show and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in the middle of London."
"How did you get into the TARDIS? You would have needed a key to get in."
"She unlocked the doors for me," I told him.
The Doctor blinked in surprise. "She just unlocked her doors for you?" He asked in disbelief.
I nodded. "Yup."
"That's definitely a first," he mumbled quietly.
"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are," I said, holding up my hands in a defensive manner. "I certainly never would have expected her to open for me. Then again I never expected to wind up in the Whoniverse anyway."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Whoniverse?"
"It's what fanfiction writers call the Doctor Who universe," I explained.
"So not only did they make a show, but people write stories too?" He asked incredulously.
I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck embarrassingly. "You have no idea."
"And I don't think I want to," he added.
"Probably not," I agreed. We were quiet for a moment before the Doctor spoke again.
"You said this show follows my travels, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "From your first regeneration all the way to at least one season into your twelfth regeneration."
"So, you know my past and future then," he stated.
"Well, a good portion of the future anyway. I'm sure there are adventures you go on that aren't in the show. I never did get around to the classic episodes, which includes your first regeneration up until your eighth," I told him.
The Doctor shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "So…does that mean you know about the war?" he asked slowly.
I smiled softly at him. "Yes, I know about the Time War. Not the details mind you, but I know what you had to do and I don't blame you," I told him softly, placing my hands on his arms. "You did what you had to do. You had no other choice. It was either destroy the Daleks along with your people or the entire universe would be destroyed." He relaxed and after closing his eyes for a moment, opened them and grinned at me.
"Well then," he said running around the console, pulling series of levers and buttons. "Where do you want to go?"
My eyes widened. "Wait, you're taking me with you?"
"Of course. Can't have you wandering around London with all that foreknowledge, now can we?" The Doctor said, pulling another lever.
"No, I guess not," I replied, grinning.
"By the way, I don't think I caught your name."
"That's cause I didn't give it to you," I sassed. "It's Elena, Elena Jackson."
"Well, Elena Jackson, welcome to the TARDIS." And with that he pulled one final lever and the familiar wheezing of the TARDIS engines filled to console room as we spiraled into the Time Vortex.
First chapter is done! Please review.
