Hey Guys, you never voted, so I had to make the decision myself. Here's the story of how The Guardian grew up, and the friends he makes along the way. :D
Chapter 1-The War
I was just a kid, being taken from my home planet to Earth. I had no idea what was going on, all I knew is that my older cousin was bringing me. At only 110, I was starting a life on Gallifrey. But on a paperwork errand to the capital, I overheard that they were taking me away so that when I was older I could stop the war. The war. It has influenced my entire life, from initiation to now. At the time, I hated the Daleks. All I wanted was to be able to live a normal life, but all I could do was train with monks and go to relatively peaceful planets to work on my morals. All I wanted was to collapse on a hill and cry. It all started with a forced regeneration to make me look like a 5 year old. I had to spend 12 years on Earth! Not a long time in the long run, but still. It was time I could be spending making friends on Gallifrey. They gave me a week to prepare to leave, but it wasn't enough. I've heard of Earth, but in some ways it didn't compare to Gallifrey. I loved the place, and all the other planets I've been to, I loved Gallifrey the most. The week flew by, and when they came to my home saying it was time to go, the one thing I knew was that I hated them. I hated the government, the people who took me away, everything. And The Doctor took me in his TARDIS.
"Do I have to go?" I whine, and I knew what the answer was, but hope was the last thing I had.
"Yes." He answers shortly, knowing how much I hated this. He argued for months against this, but the High Council was worried about the war.
"How long will I be there?" I ask, my adolescent mind boiling over in anger and hatred.
"12 years. You know, you don't have to hate me. I don't like this just as much as you do." He answers as The TARDIS starts up.
"Why me? Why do they always pick on me?" I ask, not really knowing why I'm always chosen for these things not anyone else.
"They understand your capabilities, and what you can do." He says, hoping that clears up what's going on.
"But still, can't I stay on Gallifrey?"
"They want you to stay on earth to work on your morals." he says matter-of-factly, as if this was the most obvious thing on the planet.
"I'm sure they're-" I start, but then he interrupts. "You're young. You think that your morals are great, but think- what would you do if someone you don't like is dying in front of you? Would you risk your life to save them?" he says looking at me sternly. I stay quiet until we get there.
When we get there, we're outside of a elementary school. "What are we doing here?" I ask, as dread fills my body as the realization comes. this is why they made me look like a 5 year old.
"Well, we're here to enroll you into school." he smiles sadly at me, and my face looks as if my TARDIS just died.
As we walk into the school, I quickly memorize the front lobby. I notice 2 hallways, one going forward from the door and another off to the right. We walk into the office and The Doctor starts to talk to the secretary.
"Hi, I'm John Smith, this is my son, Henry Smith, and I would like to enroll him in school." I barely stood over the top of the counter, but I could see the secretary's face.
"Hi! Welcome to Park Lane Elementary! I'm the secretary, Ms. Mellony. I will need to see your papers, and put you into the system and if all goes well Henry here can come tomorrow! What grade level is he?" She seems very cheery, don't you think? I hope she's always like this. Might make this bearable.
"Yes, he's in kindergarten." The Doctor answers. I guess I should start to call him dad now, right? Ugh.
"That's great! We have a one kindergarten teacher, Ms. Greene, and she's great! Henry here will love it here, I assure you." She says, as I notice she has a light southern american accent. Kind of figures, since we're in Oklahoma.
"Ok, Henry, have anything to say to her?" The Doctor says to me, and I glare at him. Fuck it, I'm not calling him dad.
With a forced smile, I say, "Hi, Ms. Mellony. Nice to meet you." I hate here already.
As she notices our accents, she asks, "Are you guys from England? The accents remind me of Europe." Well, somebody's observant.
"Yes, I grew up there, and my son here picked it up from me." The Doctor replies.
"Alright, well enough of me holding you up. Come back here tomorrow at 8 to drop him off for school. See ya!" She says as we start to walk out the door.
"I hate it here." I say as soon as we're out the door.
"Come on, try to enjoy it. I bet you'll make some friends as soon as we get there." He says. I appreciate he's trying to make this easy for me, but I still hate this.
"Fine." I say as we go into the TARDIS. This is going to be a long 12 years.
Alright, so this is the first chapter, I hope you like this so far. If not, oh well. Also, just for the visual, imagine a little 5 year old with straight blond hair, and pale blue eyes, with a small round chin. :D