Author's Note:
Hello you lovely people! Guess what! I have set up a website for your guys to use while reading The Orphans of Time! I wanted to make the website so you guys could get an idea what the characters, some of the outfits, and several rooms and colors I described looked like. Just a fair warning, I broke 2 fingers in my left hand earlier this week in gym so my writing is going to be a little slower. There are enough filler chapters for me to keep you entertained while I heal, but from past experience it might take awhile. Please comment what you are thinking about the story so far, or if you have any cool ideas/story plots you want me to write! Recommend me to your friends if you think they would enjoy my story (Pretty please with a cherry on top! There might be a celebratory online cupcake if you do!)! I am anxiously awaiting your feedback! Please keep in mind that I changed everyone's names in the story and the website for privacy. Also I do not own Doctor Who, even though it would be a dream come true! This story is basically my friends and I daydreaming what life would be like with the Doctor, with a few plot twists I have added into our many ideas. Have an awesome week and I will post another chapter on September 12th!
Love, Queen of Utem
"What are you all doing on the TARDIS? Have you always been here? Does the Doctor and Rose even know you are here? Where is the Doctor? Are you even real?"
"SHUT UP JACK!" I screamed in frustration. "Let's get everyone to the living room area, so I can answer all the questions at once." I wandered further down the hallway before glancing over my shoulder to make sure the wave of people was still following us. We rounded another corner to find a short hallway that opened up into giant room. The room reminded me of the lobby of a fancy hotel or lodge. The floors seemed to be a cream colored hardwood and the walls were a icy blue. The far wall to my right had large floor to ceiling windows and a giant floor to ceiling stone fireplace. A large flat screen TV was mounted above the hearth, which had little knick knacks and pictures from what appeared to be Rose and the Doctor's adventures. In front of the fireplace was a large, fuzzy, bright cerulean blue rug that went well with the gray and black furniture. To the left there was a large kitchen, that was just begging to be cooked in. There was also an extremely long wooden table, which had several mismatched wooden benches and chairs lined up along both lengths of the table. The ceilings were amazingly high and had a large wrought iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. There was also a double set of French doors to left of the dining room table. They were wide open and let in a flowery scented breeze from what appeared to be a patio. Directly across from the entrance to the room was a staircase that led up to an "L" shaped hallway that overlooked the whole room. As everyone ventured into the room whistles and gasps could be heard from everyone including Captain Jack.
"I don't see why you are all that surprised Captain." I said as everyone began to head for the couches.
"Well this room definitely wasn't this big last time I was in here. There used to be two chairs and a couch, a fireplace, a breakfast nook, and a simple farmhouse looking kitchen. Apparently the TARDIS had other ideas and decided to decorate once again." Captain Jack explained as he craned his neck to take in the room. We headed over to wear everyone had plopped down on the three giant couches and extremely soft rug.
"So the first order of business should probably be me giving you an explanation, but there is one thing before that. I need to make sure that you will not interrupt me until the end. All your questions will probably be answered throughout the explanation. Now where to begin…" I started to explain everything that I knew. I told of how the Doctor found me, to plan 111, to the secret operation we were apart of. Finally I got to the part of the Doctor regenerating from 9 to 10, which practically everyone except Jack knew about. "Right, so any questions?" I asked with a scratchy voice.
"Is there any food on this spaceship?" Amber moaned from her spot on the rug. Everyone burst out laughing at her comment, and the air immediately lost some of the tension that had built up from the long explanation. Jack stood up and looked around at the 18 of us.
"Who knows! The last time Rose and the Doctor went shopping could have been yesterday or a few weeks ago. Does anyone here know how to cook?" Jack asked in a cheerful tone before heading for the kitchen. Everyone looked at me as if they knew I was dieing to get my hands on that kitchen. I sighed and got up to follow Jack across the enormous room. Up close, the kitchen was even more incredible. The cabinets were a gorgeous distressed white and the light gray marble countertops made the light blue Moroccan backsplash really stand out. The large farmhouse sink had a large window that overlooked a large vegetable garden, and what appeared to be a small barn surrounded by fruit trees. When I opened the industrial size fridge I was surprised to find plenty of food for two people but not enough to feed twenty mouths, if you counted Ginger. The pantry was the same way. Jack and I managed to scrape up a few jars of spaghetti sauce, a few packages of pasta, and a loaf of bread, to make a simple meal.
With the high tech stove, the large pot of water only took a few minutes to boil. While I strained the pasta and heated up the sauce, Jack was helping Aurora, Carissa, Carmella, and Jes find plates and silverware for the table. Tyler and Sean were helping Ryan fill pitchers of ice water and bringing them to the table for dinner. I divided the pasta and sauce between two serving bowls and piled four smaller plates with slices of the bread we had found. Amber could barely contain herself as Jack and I carried the food to the table. People were digging in before some of the others could even get to the table. It had to be almost nine in the evening, so I did not blame everyone for being so hungry. Ginger, who must have have gotten out of my room and followed us to the main living area was curled up on Jack's foot. Someone had found some bowls and had filled one with water and the other with chunks of bread. I felt bad for my little puppy and mentally made a note to try and scrape together some dog food for her. Slowly, everyone finished their dinner and began to help clean up the kitchen. All the dishes were thankfully able to fit in the dishwasher that was bigger on the inside, so cleaning up was no big hassle. We put the leftover pasta in the fridge, wiped down the counters, and then made sure we turned out the lights before we all headed for our bedrooms. Everyone was so tired that sleepy goodnights weren't even exchanged. We just nodded our heads at each other and went into our respected rooms. I kicked off my shoes and left them by the door before striding across the room. I pulled back the blankets and sheets before climbing in and falling asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.