A/N - I'm so sorry for no updates recently, and that's on the whole account, I've had storage problems and lost everything I'd already written! So here's a sort of trailer thing I wrote for some of the things that are coming up in this story! :)
Colonel Mace strode down the halls of UNIT's UK base, heading to a particular office with a young soldier following after him.
"Who is it again?" Mace asked.
"Uh, we don't know sir." The soldier replied, trying to keep up with the Colonel as quickly as he could.
"So why is she in the morgue?"
"How am I alive?" Mariella asked curiously, peering through the time rotor at The Doctor leaning against the console, looking away from her.
"Well, we're getting some strange readings off of her, sir."
"What sort of readings?"
"Well she's alive, sir."
Mace stopped in his tracks outside a door and frowned at the young soldier, "Then why is she in the morgue?"
"Ah," The soldier began nervously. "Well, sir, her heart isn't actually beating. There's no pulse."
"Is she conscious?"
"Yes. She hasn't really said anything, she's in shock, but then again sir, you would be after falling off a 20 floor building. She's just lying on the table, staring at the ceiling, pupils flickering all over the place."
"There's something out there." Mariella smirked, standing in front of the bald, black man in a red jumper, staring out at the foggy forest. "How exciting!"
Mace opened the door he'd stopped outside of to be met with the door of The TARDIS. He quickly knocked on it only for it to be pulled open before he'd even been able to pull his hand away.
"What?" The Doctor asked. Mace stared at him a moment, his short brown hair, his leather jacket and purple jumper. The human found it odd sometimes seeing The Doctor so differently to the incarnations he'd seen pictures of back in the 70's.
"Doctor, sir." He began to salute, only for The Doctor to push his hand down quickly. "Uh, we have a problem."
"What sort of problem?"
"You might want to come and have a look..."
"She fell off a balcony." The Doctor stressed. "It doesn't make sense. I looked her up, she died when she was 4 years old, she doesn't exist. She can't be alive, she's not real!"
"The only person in the whole of time who knows the truth about her is the woman she murdered." The voice croaked.
"Fortuna Brown?"
The Doctor stood in a white, sterile room next to Private Ross Jenkins in front of a medical table.
"Who is she?" The Doctor asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at the young woman laying on the table. He observed her pale skin, the white hospital gown she was wearing, shoulder length glossy brown and matching eyes. The woman's eyes flickered round the room.
"Uh," Ross said, pulling back a page on the clipboard he was holding. "Mariella Williams. 22."
The Doctor scooped the brown-haired little girl in her pyjamas into his arms, pushing the curtain back and glancing out into the dark street.
"And what happened?"
"She jumped off the balcony of her flat in London, 20 floors up."
The Doctor leaned over and put one hand on the side of the woman's face and looked at her eyes as the whizzed around in her eye sockets.
"Fiery, isn't she?" The blonde woman laughed, watching Mariella peer through the gate.
One of the UNIT soldiers stood on the balcony of Mariella Williams' flat, round a blue watery cylinder that contained a young Chinese man with a bread knife in his chest who was staring into space.
"We could be anywhere." Mariella mumbled, running her hand across The TARDIS door. She looked back at The Doctor, who stood by the console, hair flicking wildly as she grinned at him wickedly. "Of course you don't stay still!"
Her eyes grew wider as the Chinese man's eyes turned completely electric blue.
"Oh my god." Suddenly, the man snapped his head round and locked eyes with the woman.
"H- H- H-" The Chinese man began dryly. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Ho. No. Fro. So."
Meanwhile, back at UNIT, Ross was holding down the young woman on the table as she shook violently. The Doctor ran round the other side of the table, holding down Mariella's other arm as he clutched Ross' radio in the other hand.
"Well that could have gone better." Mariella sighed as The Doctor yanked on the handcuffs he and Mariella wore, cuffed to a pole.
The Doctor heaved Mariella higher into the air before chucking her into the water. Ross stumbled back, being splashed slightly by water as Mariella began to sink under. "Um, are you going to let her drown or-" He flinched again as Mariella came flying up, sitting up in the water with a gasp.
"Are you insane?" She gasped as her hair stuck to the hospital gown that stuck to her back.
"I just saved your life," The Doctor said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to stand. "And you're complaining."
"I'm soaking wet!" She shouted.
"Apes!" The Doctor grumbled as he helped her out of the tank. "I stop you from dying and you're complaining."
"I JUMPED OFF A BUILDING!" She shouted once again, waving her arms around before abruptly stopping, dropping her arms and looking around. "Hang on, I jumped off a building. I jumped 20 levels though!" Suddenly, a look of shock crossed her face. "Oh my god..." She whispered, looking away at nowhere in particular. "I should be dead."
"Yes," The Doctor said. "You should be." He gave a quick smile and turned and left the room.
Mariella stared at the multiple mirrored wall before it suddenly smashed and a metal man stepped through, sending her flying across the room, landing with a thump against the back wall.
"Where are you going?" Mariella shouted as she followed The Doctor and Ross down the hallway.
"Mariella Williams." The Doctor scoffed.
"The Doctor." Mariella replied sarcastically. "What sort of name is that? Doctor? Doctor WHO?"
"Just The Doctor."
"Just The Doctor?"
"I trusted you!" Mariella screamed as the Cyberman dragged her off through the lift door.
"I am coming back for her!" The Doctor roared as the doors shut and another Cyberman began to lead him off.
Alarms blared throughout the building and the corridor turned red from the light of the alarms spinning round.
"What's going on?" Mariella asked nervously, grabbing onto The Doctor's arm.
"The security's been breached." Ross said as a two loud clunks echoed, one from behind the three of them and the other from the other end of the hallway. "And that's the doors, locking. Deadlocking."
"Ah," The Doctor nodded sarcastically. "Fantastic."
Mariella bolted round the silver corridor, machine gun attached around her, listening to the thumping footsteps slowly approaching her.
"Ok, could really do with some answers now." Mariella said quietly.
Suddenly, there was a flash of blue light a few metres away from them in the dark. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway before Danny appeared out of the dark, his blue eyes shining brightly.
"You know him?" The Doctor asked in surprise.
"He's the guy that I was running from." Mariella gulped.
"Running from?"
"When I threw myself of the building." Mariella said, fear wavering in her voice.
"She's the making of you." The voice croaked. "But also your ending."
"We've been watching Mariella Williams for a long time, we needed to blend in." Danny shrugged. "She's been accused of the murder of Fortuna Brown."
"Who?" The Doctor asked with a frown.
Danny smirked even more, "Don't you know, Time Lord?"
"If we die its my fault." The Doctor gulped, peering out of the purple window.
"I haven't killed anyone, thank you!"
"Really?" Danny asked, reaching into his back pocket and pulled out a laser gun, aiming it at Mariella.
"I haven't." She insisted. "I don't even know who Fortune Blonde is."
"Fortuna Brown." Danny corrected slyly with a look of disgust, squeezing on the gun. "Punishment: execution."
"You're not always going to be safe." The Doctor explained, clutching Mariella's arms tightly, leaning down slightly, looking into her eyes. "I can't guarantee you'll be ok. I will never be able to promise you that you'll always be ok."
"What sort of life is staying safe forever anyway?" Mariella whispered.
"Colonel Mace is going to kill me." Ross groaned.
"He'll come back." Mariella shrugged, putting her arm round Ross' shoulder.
Ross frowned, "How do you know that?"
"Well I'm not going anywhere."
"What, and you think he's coming back for you?"
"Of course." She giggled. "I have his jacket."
"She's the final problem." The voice croaked as The Doctor gulped, watching the owner of the voice nervously. "Your final problem."
"YOU CAN'T BE REAL MARIELLA!" The Doctor roared, as Mariella watched him, unfazed. "IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE."
"You're a 900 year old Time Lord from Gallifrey who lives in a bigger on the inside phone box." Mariella laughed dryly. "None of this makes sense."
"Find Fortuna Brown and you might start to figure out the mystery of Mariella Williams."
"Fortuna Brown is dead, my companion apparently murdered her." The Doctor said sarcastically.
"Time and space is a big place to search."