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The man sighed, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. He was tired. He hadn't slept for who knows how long and he, even as a Time Lord, was starting to feel it. But it was more than physical exhaustion that had him weary, emotional exhaustion had also taken its toll. He had lost one to many friends, each one he became more and more emotionally attached to, in the last few years to destroy anyone, and he had lost even more in his lifetime. But this last loss had really shaken him to the core.
Rose.
Sweet Rose. Loving Rose. Brilliant Rose. Oh, how his hearts ached for her to be back at his side.
But she couldn't. Never again.
And now the great, last Time Lord was lonely, lonelier than ever before. But he didn't want another companion. No, he would only have to leave them or get them killed. That is the ever present question on the man's mind, be alone forever, or forever ruin those I love?
His ship gave a great shudder, knocking the man out of his seat. He crawled to the center control panel and hoisted himself up just as the ship started to shake more viscously. With his brow furrowed, he fiddled with a few buttons and looked and his screen.
Something, or someone, was forcing the TARDIS through time and space to a specific location on earth.
The Time Lord stared, worry etched into his features, at the panels screen.
How?
No one, especially not on earth, would possibly know how to forcefully pull the TARDIS to a specific point. Not even he knew how to do that!
The ship gave one last heave then stopped. The doctor warily looked at the doors before glancing back at the screen to read the specs.
Planet: Earth
Location: Gloucestershire, England
Date: September 5
Year: 2012
Threat Level: Unknown
The Doctor being, well, The Doctor, was torn between his intense curiosity and his own self-preservation instincts. As usual, curiosity won.
The Doctor grabbed his Trench coat of the captain's chair and shrugged it on as he walked to the doors or the TARDIS.
He hesitated a moment, his hand on the handle, before he threw open the door and presented himself.
To…a room full of junk?
The room was small, so small he was surprised there was room for the TARDIS to land, and by the looks of it some kind of dorm room at a university. The room looked as if it was recently a nice, tidy place, though now…not so much.
On the bed was a machine of sorts, made from what looked like a microwave, television 'bunny ears', a tricycle, loads of random wires and cogs, and a small t.v. screen. The rest of the room was littered with similarly random items, all of which looked like they were looted from an electronic recycling yard.
As he took a step closer to the odd machine, a small woman, with a shock of curly hair, popped up from behind it, making the Doctor jump back a step.
A huge smile appeared on the girls face as she appeared fully, her small frame only clad in a pair of cargo shorts and a white wife-beater, and jumped off the bed and around the machine. When she was within arms reach of the Doctor she threw herself at him, he legs wrapped around his waist, and her lips firmly attached to his.
The Doctor stumbled back at the surprised attack, his back hitting the TARDIS doors. He was about to push her off of him when he felt it. A thing he had never before felt in a kiss, not even with Rose. It was a werid feeling, originating in his lower tummy and moving up to his chest. It was warm and cold at the same time. Gentle and fierce. And it burned. A good kind of burn. The kind of burn people write silly love songs about.
It was electricity.
Soon, much to the disappointment of the Doctor, the girl pulled back from him.
She smiled as she ran her hand threw his hair, "It worked. You really came! My thief! My sweet, sweet Doctor."
The Doctor swallowed the lump that hand developed in his throat and pushed back the school boy like blush that he felt threatening to appear. "Do I know you?"
The girl frowned, and the Doctor instantly wished he hadn't said anything. She dropped from his waist to her feet and looked up at him. It was then he noticed her eyes.
Her eyes were the exact color of the TARDIS.
She glared behind him, "You didn't tell him?" She growled.
The doctor turned around to see who she was talking to, and saw no one but the TARDIS behind him. And she couldn't be talking to the TARDIS.
Could she?
She walked around him a slightly kicked the outside of the ship. "We had a deal, you piece of crap! I get him here, since you decided that was too difficult for you, and you would tell him what you did!"
"Oi! Don't kick my ship!" the Doctor shouted, just as she was about to kick it again, and grabbed her foot.
She glared at him. "I can do whatever I like to myself, thank you!" She glanced down at her foot being held tightly in his grasp. "Can I have my foot back now, please?"
He dropped her foot, too shocked at her words to hesitate. "'Myself'?"
The girl sighed, exasperated. "How about we start with names? Then we can get into the huge secret this one," she gestured to the TARDIS, "has been keeping from you."
He was confused. The Doctor hated being confused. It just wasn't natural.
"Alright." He stuck out his hand, "I'm the Doctor."
She laughed, "We've already snogged so I think we're past handshakes, but alright." She grasped his hand with her smaller, dirtier hands. "I'm Freya."
He smiled, "Nice to meet you Freya." They dropped hands. He gestured to the contraption sitting on her bed, "Mind telling me what that is, and how you brought the TARDIS here?"
The small girl grinned and ran to her machine. "This, my dear Watson, is how I brought the TARIDS here. I created this, out of nothing mind you, to hone in on her, no matter what time or place she was in, hack into her mainframe, and forcefully change her coordinates to here. Took me only five days to get it perfect, and it only blew up once. Though it caught fire a few times but nothing too-"
I the Doctor stopped her with a raise of his hand. I smirked and quirked her eyebrow, "Yes, Mr. Doctor?"
"How in the hell did you, a simple human, build this? And how do you know who I am? And how were you able to get into the TARDIS mainframe when it is one of the most sophisticated pieces of machinery in all of space and time?"
Freya clicked her tongue. "My, aren't you a curious boy. Fine, I guess I can tell you the whole story. Sit." She gestured to the edge of the bed that was open for sitting. Once he sat down, she kneeled on the floor at his feet, her hands on his knees, her eyes boring into his.
And the Doctor was nervous.
Very nervous.
Yes, I'm mean. But not too mean, considering I'm writing the next chapter as you read this. Sorry it took awhile, I've been sick and not in the mood to write. The girl in the cover photo is who I am basing Freya's looks off of. And by the way, to my Gloucestershire reader(s), I have NO idea what the University is like there, or what the people who attend are like, so I apologize if in the last chapter, or any future ones, if i offend anyone. And please, to everyone who lives in the UK, if you see anything that doesn't make sense, let me know. I am from the US and probably don't know as much as I like to think I do about the United Kingdom. One last thing! If anyone from the UK would like to be my beta, I would love the help! Thanks for reading!
-OhMyWatson