Author's Note: This is going to be slightly longer A/N because I must address something.
Hey guys, so, I'm pretty sure people have been annoyed with Heather (not that they've voiced it) because she's an OC, and on top of that she's an OFC (Original Female Character). But, I'm trying my best to not make her there just to be in love with the Doctor. SHE'S NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM! Sure she could be considered a self-insert (and I KNOW they're looked down upon in the FanFiction world because they're horrendously overused), but even though I'm completely in love with Ten myself, I wanted to be a little more true to Classic Who, where the companions were only there for the travelling. And even though I loved Rose and love Clara dearly, they are the exceptions, not the rule (I didn't like Martha that much, I'm sorry). Heather is just his friend. In fact, in this chapter she mentions that she thinks he's more like a crazy uncle. I love you guys who have followed/favorited this, feel free to review! Heather's there for the fun, not the love!
The TARDIS landed with an extremely hard bump. Heather fell into the Doctor's side. He caught her and kept her from crashing to the grated floor. "Sorry about that," he apologized. Heather didn't reply. She knew he wasn't talking to her—he always apologized to the TARDIS when they had a particularly rough landing. "Right. Let's go!" He grabbed his long brown coat from the cross bars of one of the coral-like structures and stood near the door. Heather picked up her own coat and shrugged into it. The gleam of adventure sparkled in her eyes. The Doctor held out his arm. She took it and together they strode out the TARDIS doors.
The triple Barcelonan suns were small, but their combined light and heat sustained the planet. Stray dogs—nose-less and all—wandered around their feet. They had long ears—like a basset hound. "This place is gorgeous!" Heather exclaimed. They had landed near a beach. The sea was a violent shade of violet—not blue. The sand was glittering white. The sky was baby blue, streaked with purple. The air was warm enough that the two travellers removed their coats. "Holy, holy, this is amazing."
"I thought you'd like it here," the Doctor remarked. His small companion's smile outshone all three of the suns that bathed them with golden light.
They removed their shoes and walked along the sand for a while, letting the waves wash over their feet. It was all Heather could do not to shriek for joy and go pelting down the shore, her hair flying behind her. The Doctor could tell. He was constantly glancing down at her much shorter form, beaming and tugging on her arm to make sure she didn't go and make a fool of herself. She'd enjoy it in the moment, but later she'd feel more like perishing from belated embarrassment. So, sometimes, she needed a little bit of restraining—the funny type the Doctor was more than happy to provide.
"Is three suns even possible?" Heather asked after a while. "I mean, I know two suns is—in Doctor Who, your planet Gallifrey has two suns, and I've actually seen binary stars like Sirius with the Hubble images—but I've never heard of three."
"Well, maybe your science classes need to update a little more often. Three suns is tricky, but with just the right gravity and orbit, it's completely possible. Just like having a planet orbiting a black hole," the Doctor replied. Heather thought of The Impossible Planet. "Like the entire Milky Way galaxy is in orbit around a massive black hole."
"Right. That's cool." Heather nodded.
Someone screamed behind them.
On instinct, the Doctor gathered her to him and pulled them both out of the way. Right as a large, bluish creature thundered past. "Are you alright?" the Doctor demanded, looking Heather right in the eye. She nodded again.
"Fine. Fine. Just… shocked." She wanted to collapse right into the Doctor's strong but skinny chest and just collapse. She was more scared than she was willing to admit, but she had to be brave. For the Doctor's sake. He was brave for the sake of being brave. To be fair, Heather always considered bravery to be the nicest word for stupidity, and courage was something else, but the Doctor would go headlong into dangerous situations so that innocent people didn't always have to die. Of course, sometimes they died anyway, but it wasn't always the Doctor's fault.
"Want to go back to the TARDIS?"
"NO!" Heather protested. The Doctor laughed and took her hand, pulling her down an alleyway.
"Look at that! Look at all these little shops! I love it when they have little shops!" the Doctor exclaimed. Heather snorted, remembering the different times David Tennant's Doctor talked about places having little shops. Like the hospital on New Earth, or the Library, or the hospital. "Ooh! And look over there! A whole basket full of nose-less dogs!"
Heather wrapped her arm around the Doctor's waist, laughing. The Doctor wrapped his longer arm around her shoulders. They both sort of giggled as they passed a couple of aliens kissing. Heather pretended to wretch. The Doctor laughed as he shoved his other hand into the pocket of his long coat.
"I haven't had this much fun in—"
"Several weeks, since you fell into the coma," the Doctor interrupted darkly.
"Oh come on! You're the optimist! The believer of the impossible! I'm the pessimist!" Heather retorted. The Doctor smirked.
"I know. I just wanted to see what you'd do," he joked. Heather turned her head up to see the much taller Doctor better. He had some great hair. Sticky-uppy and spiky. Thick. Chocolate brown to match his eyes. He was a very attractive man, but he was way too old for her. Nine-hundred-and-seven. She wasn't nearly that old. Way too big of an age gap. Remembering Ten's companions in Doctor Who, she figured she was the only one who had figured that out. She didn't love the Doctor that way. He was too much like that one eccentric uncle everyone had to be in love with him. She'd give him a quick kiss on the cheek if he'd done something that made her happy, but she'd do that to her family too.
"What else can we see and do here?"
"Wanna try swimming in an ocean warmed by three suns?"
"Oh heck yeah."
"Then let's get back to the TARDIS, get changed, and go swimming!"
Heather thought back to when she first met the Doctor as she stripped her normal clothing off and put her bathing suit on.
It was a dark Thursday afternoon. The rain had been pounding against the roof for ages. Heather had been cooped up, getting a severe case of cabin fever. She was trying to entertain herself, but she could only watch so many hours of Sherlock and Marvel movies before she needed to get out. Her parents didn't want her to go out frolicking in the rain (even though she loved to go out and sing) because they were convinced she'd come down with a cold. She knew that she wouldn't, but her parents seemed to be some level of superstitious.
Then the wheezing came. She paused Captain America: The First Avenger and stood up from the couch, setting her laptop down on the cushion next to her.
The metallic thrumming continued. She looked around, alarmed.
Light flashed outside her house on top of a blue box that was pulsing into being. She burst out of her house, standing out in the pouring rain as a man in a long coat and a brown suit. He was tall and skinny. Looking around, confused, his eyes landed on her. "Hello! Can you tell me when I am?" he asked. He was British. Heather scratched her head.
"Don't you mean 'where'?" she asked.
"No. When. What year is it? This is Earth isn't it? It smells like Earth."
"Yeah. It's Earth. It's two-thousand-fourteen. Is it being Earth an option?"
"It is for me."
"What are you? An alien?" she joked.
"Well, yeah," he admitted.
"Oh. Okay. An alien."
The Doctor knocked on the door to her TARDIS bedroom. "HEATHER?! ARE YOU READY?!" he shouted through the wood. The young girl rolled her eyes.
"Almost! One second!" She pulled a sundress over her head, pulled her hair back, and slung some goggles around her neck. She emerged from her room. "How do I look?" she asked sarcastically. The Doctor pressed his lips together. "And don't laugh!"
"Wasn't planning on it. You look fine."
"Cool! Let's go!"
End Note: Sorry for being a little harsh earlier, but it's been a while since I wrote this one, and I figured I didn't have much success with this one because of Heather. So I decided to address the problem. I still love all you guys for making me feel special that you took the time to read mine! I just needed to say that!
So, my new dream is to write movies and screenplays, so I'm writing one for Doctor Who! I'm having so much fun! Hope everyone else is having a weekend as fun as mine!
~Cass
PS, if anyone is wondering why my username is so long and hard to say - it's pronounced Cass-oh-dem-bree-ann-kee-uh. And Time Lord names are supposed to be long and hard to say. But I just go by Cass. My title is the Destroyer (I can be a little violent and my friends sort of decided it for me). For anyone a little confused, you can look at the first chapter of my other DW fic "Cass and the Doctor". Have a great week!
~Cass
