Wow, thanks for all the likes and follows so far!!!. I'm not sure at the mo how long this series will go on for, but I am intending on going into the Eleventh Doctor's era.
bird police- Thanks so much!. I love cemeteries as well. Always found them hauntingly beautiful.
Thanks to time-twilight, Miriam Who and bored411 for their nice comments. Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters apart from Emma.
Am I dead?. Is this what death is destined to feel like?. Believe me, I'd wondered more then once during my twenty-five years of life on this planet what happens to you once you depart this world. I'd always believed that when you died, you would move onto a place of peace and tranquillity, would be reunited with all the loved ones you lost, that you would spend eternity in their embrace.
But if that's true, then why am I not seeing myself surrounded by white light, my mind and soul feeling at peace?. Most of all, why am I not seeing my parents?. Wherever the hell I am, it doesn't look or feel like heaven if heaven even exists?. Where the hell am I?.
I slowly scramble up off the ground having somehow ended up laid out on my back automatically regretting getting up so fast, my hand moving to my head, feeling everything start to spin a little, my other hand moving to cover my belly, feeling slightly nauseous.
"Wake up, Emma. This...this is just some crazy, insane dream brought on by Doctor Who obsessed mind. Any...any second now," I mumbled, forcing my eyes to close, the spinning in my head and my dizziness starting to ease off a little, my hand moving from my stomach to my wrist, pinching myself pretty hard, wincing.
I slowly open them fully expecting myself to be back underneath that oak tree next to my parents' graves, probably soaked through thanks to the rainstorm. Then I can have a good laugh about my insane brain then head on home, desperately needing a long hot bath and a good book.
I can't keep in my cry finding I'm still stood in the same spot I'd somehow woken up in, seriously starting to worry that I'd truly lost my damn mind. What other explanation is there for what's happening to me?.
"This cannot be happening," I muttered, my hand moving from my head into my shoulder-length red locks, slowly starting to walk, still no idea where the hell I am.
All I know for certain is that I'm in some sort of garden, quite large looking, seeming to be beautifully kept, the sound of running water hitting my ears finding it comes from a generous sized fish pond a little way away from me. It's still light outside meaning it must be around midday maybe early afternoon, the weather quite warm possibly indicating it was early spring time.
I spot something laid out what looks like a wooden bench walking over to it seeing it's a newspaper, picking it up, my eyes automatically finding the date; 12th March 2007 meaning I'd somehow been thrown back ten years if that was really what was happening to me.
I sink down onto the bench laying the paper out on my knees, staring down at it, feeling myself begin to tremble. What...what if I wasn't losing my mind?. What if all of this was truly happening?. But...but why is it me this was happening to?. Why did that weeping angel suddenly decide to attack me, throw me...God knows where?.
Then it hits me, that I may possibly be stuck here for the rest of my life. I'd never see Lucy again, would never be able to talk to her about how crappy my day has been. I'd never see my home again, never be able to go see my parents' graves again. That's if this was actually real and not some insane dream.
I look over the rest of the paper, flicking through the pages, finding it's a local paper, London by the looks of it definitely a long way away from my home town of Grantham. Suddenly, my eyes land on something, feeling my blood instantly turn cold. It's a name, something I know all too well being a Doctor Who fan; Harold Saxon.
"What the hell?," I whispered, staring at it, not wanting to believe I was seeing it, knowing what this could mean, my belief that I was going crazy increasing.
I dump the paper back where I found it getting up off the bench, looking around for a door leading me out of the garden finding one not far from where I've been sat making my way towards it, walking inside. And I instantly know I'm in a hospital, the neverending white corridors being more then a little familiar.
I try and keep my head down, attempting not to be noticed by anybody most of all anybody who works here, the hospital seeming pretty busy. The sooner I wake up from this nightmare, the better. Starting to seriously feel like Sam Tyler in Life on Mars, waking up after that accident to find himself in 1973.
I somehow manage to find an empty room, sneaking into it, shutting the door a little, making my way to the large windows, peering out through the blinds seeing it's starting to rain. I pull on the blinds clearing the view, the rain coming down pretty hard. Only...only it doesn't look exactly normal.
"No. No, this can't be happening," I muttered, backing away from the window, still staring at the rain, shaking my head.
It's going up. Somehow the rain is going up not down. Suddenly, there's a flash of lightning and I end up thrown to the floor, the whole building shaking violently. I let out a scream, curling up into a ball, the building shaking harder, covering my head with my arms, feeling something hit me, it luckily feeling quite soft.
Eventually, after about a minute or two, the shaking ceases, my body instantly relaxing, dropping my arms from my head. I uncurl myself, slowly getting up, still feeling a little dizzy, finding the things that hit me were pillows and sheets from the hospital bed.
"Oh my God," I mumbled, walking back over to the windows, staring out at what can only be the moon, the earth far off in the distance.
And it's absolutely beautiful, exactly as I'd seen it pictured in books and on various tv documentaries and even in the movies. If this is a dream, then I'm finding I want it to continue, not wanting to awaken from it.
If I'm where I somehow have ended up then I know the one person in this building that can help, making my way quickly out of the room, making my way through the now extremely scared and panicked people, trying to think where he would be.
I glance behind for a second, ending up smacking into somebody, nearly falling to the floor, turning to look at who I'd collided with, seeing an all too familiar face, still refusing to believe a little that she was somehow now real to me.
"I'm...I'm sorry. Guess I'm...a little freaked out," I said, smiling weakly, getting a smile back in return.
"Are you okay?. You look a little pale. I'm Martha. Martha Jones. I work here."
"I'm Emma West. And I...I don't know. Think I feel a little light-headed."
"Come with me. I'm a doctor...well, doctor in training. I could check you over if you want."
I nod starting to walk with her, our arms linked making our way onto one of the smaller wards, her helping me sit down into an empty chair.
"Can you believe what is happening?. It's real. It's really real," she said, moving over to the window, staring out.
"Wait, what are you doing?," I cried, leaping up, forgetting all about my dizziness.
"Look, they're not exactly airtight. If the air was gonna get sucked out, it would've happened straightaway, but it didn't."
"Yeah, you're right. But...how come?."
"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What's your names?."
