Thank you so much for the reviews and hits already. Myself and The Pale Red Queen are taking turns on chapters, so this time, dun dun duuun - it's my turn. And it's from the Doctor's POV. Enjoy. :)
Chapter 1
He shouldn't have gone. He should have just...he didn't know. Gone to Mars or somewhere far far away from here. How had he ended up in Victorian London again?! It was unexplainable. Clearly the TARDIS knew something he didn't. There had to be reason. There just had to be.
The Doctor stormed back into the TARDIS away from the smoky streets of London. Seconds later, the same girl he'd come across, followed him. He wanted to tell her to leave, but he didn't have the heart. That made him chuckle. Heart. He had two of them and still he didn't know how to control even one.
The girl, who hadn't yet introduced herself, looked at the Doctor with intense curiosity. "You dress most strangely," she said, her accent a mix of American and English. She had an innocence about her but he still felt offended.
"No," he said. "you dress strangely. I dress magnificently." The Doctor grinned proudly and straightened his bow tie with both hands as though he were preparing to present himself. He did like to impress. But perhaps he should have dressed properly for the era. His casual cream shirt and suspenders, the bowtie, the tweed jacket were probably a bit too modern for this poor girl to comprehend. He patted his hair. The hat. He'd forgotten a hat. Most men in this time wore hats, didn't they? He liked hats. They were cool.
Quickly he turned back to the TARDIS console, his face suddenly void of humour. Panic soared through him. How had he gotten into this? He'd left Clara at home as she'd requested. He traveled alone for a change. Maybe engage in some human interaction wherever he landed, despite him finding humans wonderfully strange creatures. Then again, he supposed he was already talking to a human-
A sudden thought flitted through his brain. Spinning on his heels he marched up to the girl now standing hesitantly on the steps, looking up at him with wide wondering gray eyes. She seemed so unsure. The Doctor whipped his sonic screwdriver out of his inside jacket pocket and scanned her. He studied the results carefully then frowned.
Sharply he said, "Who are you? Or more to the point, what are you? You're not human. I want to know who or what you are, why have you come here?" His demands appeared to have scared the poor girl and he changed his tactic. "I don't appreciate non humans sneaking up on me. It's rude."
She backed away as he came closer to her almost inches away. He didn't like tricksters. And anyone not human, unless it was himself, or allies, were usually bad.
"M-my name is Tessa Gray, sir." The Doctor waited, brow creased In intense thought. His head hurt from it. "I am a Shadowhunter. Or some form of one." This startled him.
"A what? Shadowhunter? Ridiculous. Those, whatever that is, don't exist. Never heard of such a thing. It sounds disgusting." He made a noise with his mouth, as though he'd tasted something bad. "You can't possibly hunt shadows. No, I'll tell you what you are. You are a sneaking little evil-"
"Sir, please. You appeared out of nowhere when myself and my... companion needed to be saved. Those...monsters. They belong to a man named Mortmain, but he died. So..." This Tessa girl blinked fast. Tears formed in her eyes and the Doctor, not liking it when anyone cried, quickly backed up to the console and began pressing buttons. He had a thing about pressing buttons.
"Monsters, you say? Well, they are that. Who is this...Mortmainy person? I've never heard of him. I don't like the letter M. They always belong to mean things. You know, I've dealt with mean things before. A lot of them. It does get a bit boring sometimes but oh well." He stopped what he was doing and turned to face the girl. Her expression was one of bewilderment. In a spark of inspiration, he passed her and out of the TARDIS, into the street. The skies were a sparkly dark blue, the sun set long ago, and London smoke lingered around the air.
"What is it?" the girl, Tessa, asked curiously.
"What?" The Doctor spun in a circle, the heels of his shoes squeaking on the pavement. "Oh, wait here," He flitted back into the TARDIS and not a minute later he reappeared in front of the girl wearing the correct attire. She stood open mouthed.
"How did you- What- Sorry, I mean to say, that was very impressive."
The Doctor gave her big smile, happy with the compliment. He fixed his top hat until it was perfectly centre. He wished there was a mirror somewhere. Once that was done, he made a bow gesture to the girl and said, "Hello, I'm the Doctor."
The brown haired girl, whose name escaped him, looked confused. "Doctor who?"
The Doctor pointed a finger at her and winked. "Exactly." A second later he was heading down the street in his new outfit: white shirt and black tie, black jacket, black trousers and shiny shoes. And cane.
A/N: Sorry it's so short. I hadn't intended for that to be the case, but my writing partner gave the all clear, when I was thinking this was just a random scene. Turns out, it was the chapter. Haha.