Working from 6am to 8pm is fucking hard, never getting sleep, always being the one to do the most work. It sucked, and Ava has had to deal with it for 2 months. Which also sucked for another reason as in not watching this new season of Doctor Who. She wanted to see the new companion, since they killed off Clara, who just so happened to be her favorite.
Let's just say that she was a wreck for a week.
Ava had just got off of work, her day had been shitty as ever. Starting off with her being late, then finding out it was practically winter in London and not to mention her car wouldn't start so she had to walk to work and now she had to go walk home.
It took about thirty minutes, and all she wanted to do was sleep.
When she walked through the door, she paused "What the-" she gasped when she walked into her living room to find a swirling pit of purple. She had turned to run but before she could get away. She was sucked in.
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Ava yelped when she landed, on... snow.
"Ava, Beautiful!" Came a enthusiastic voice before she was picked up and hugged tightly. When the man pulled away, she gasped.
Standing in front of her was The Doctor, The 11th Doctor to be exact. "Doctor?" Was all she could get out before she was consumed in darkness.
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The days seemed to slowly go away as she watched the man she loved fall in love with another, when she knew in the end he would be her's, she still couldn't help but feel like she never belong in this place.