As much as I love 9, I thought this would be a better way of having an extra companion join in. I've only just started watching Doctor Who after a short 4 day marathon with my friends (we only got to the end of season 4). Forgive me if I get things wrong I only have what's available to me (my memory of the episodes and any scripts/clips I can find as the DVDs that we watched during the marathon don't belong to me).
Holy hell! People screamed and ran as a friendly-looking Christmas star began to shoot lightning. Of course everyone was in a panic, it was like the world was ending-and on Christmas no less. People tossed their bags aside and ran for their lives, Christmas plans completely forgotten. Within that panic was an ordinary human being, Charlie Grey. They ran alongside anyone else, their bag tossed to the floor and struck by lightning. They could care less at that moment but looking back they could have avoided meeting a certain someone if they'd just held tight and ran. But no one ever does that.
After dropping off Donna back at home, the Doctor had some time to kill. Actually, there was too much time to kill. Sure, he was a bit disappointed with Donna for saying no but there were always others willing to tag along. He'd find someone eventually. Not that that someone would be anything compared to Rose. No one could compare to her.\
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, once they'd landed in some area a bit further from the shouts of Donna, and looked around. The streets were a mess, lightning had ripped up the street and papers and bags had been tossed into the sky as the people ran for their lives. The Doctor continued to walk, stepping over litter and pieces of concrete.
Just for fun, he even kicked a few cans that he came across and one just happened to land by a bright blue notebook. Well, a blue notebook - it would still be bright if not for all the debri that had gathered due to the lightning. Well, two-thirds of a used-to-be-bright-blue, blue notebook - again it was two-thirds because of the lightning.
The Doctor leaned forward and picked up the book. He dusted it off and tucked it into his coat, a bit of light reading never hurt anyone. He continued to walk along the streets and eventually ended up back at his TARDIS, his pockets may or may not be full with small nicknacks that people had thrown away in a panic.
The Doctor started up the TARDIS again and once they'd started drifting again, he pulled out a box from under the floor and emptied his pockets of mostly unnecessary items. Finally, he pulled out two-thirds of a used-to-be-bright-blue, blue notebook. He dusted it off again and almost put it in the box. Instead he closed the box, sat in a chair and started to flip through.
On the first page were 3 lines stating the owner of the book, the address of the owner, and what to do if you found the book. Maybe there were more lines but they'd probably been burnt away with the lower half of the book. The Doctor could barely even make out the name - Charl Grey. The last half of the first name had been smudged out by embers. The next line read an address that the Doctor would probably forget. The final, visible line said something about if you found it, not to read it, to return it and then it cut off because again - only two-thirds of the book.
The Doctor flipped to the next page, dusting his lap from the ashes falling off of the book. He read slowly, taking his time, a rare opportunity.
List of Things to Remember
- do not leave your back open
- it makes you feel insecure and like somethings watching you
- you hate celery
- even if it's green like an apple you hate it
- you only like green apples
- you do not like to be in pain
- you want it but don't need it
- do not injure yourself or others on purpose
- if its an accident say sorry to the person with the injury (emotional and physical)
- you like heavy blankets
- they help you sleep
- you like to sleep
- do not sleep for more than 10 hours a day it makes you grumpy and no one wants that
- you do not like certain types chocolate
- they dry out your mouth and then you have to wash your hands
- you are messy
- try to pick up after yourself to avoid this
- you get mood swings
- you have a temper
- only on some days though (the rough days)
And from there the list burned into nothingness. the Doctor flipped through the next few pages. Finding more notes and a few doodles of planets that this person seemed to make up. However, the Doctor knew better. These drawings and descriptions were too detailed. This Charl either had a brilliant imagination or had been to these places themselves. Then again, the Doctor knew that any dream could feel real if you didn't know it was a dream.
Long paragraphs about trees with silver leaves, grass that smelled like green apples, and cities that rose from the ground and walked. Colorful planets that swirled across the universe. There were character sheets for all sorts of species, some with names and some without. Creatures that stood as tall as the empire state building, sea-beings that lived on a planet of only water, aliens that took whatever form they wanted. Aliens that loved to travel the stars and explore.
Then a little ounce of guilt set in. He knew that this was a private journal from the moment he saw it laying in the street, spilling out of a backpack. And he'd read it anyways. There wasn't too much guilt, just a little. Only a tiny bit. Anyways it was probably too late to return it, the Doctor could wait another day to return the book. It's not like he was going anywhere.
That's all I can muster for now as it is almost 3 am. Yes, I have no clue what I'm doing and yes, I did just make up a random character so I could write this. I like writing. Also, if I'm getting 10's character wrong, I'm so very sorry. Write it off as me being controlling.