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Me – [Passes out]
David Tennant – [Looks at the readers] Well, I'd suppose she'd want me to tell you that she doesn't own Doctor Who. Sadly.
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The Doctor banged his head against the TARDIS's blue wall. He had wanted to turn in early, but now he didn't have any intention of doing so.
He had been watching the news, trying to get into playing the role of a human man. Apparently two people in town had been snatched and killed by something. And they definitely didn't say that whoever murdered them was human.
They were trying to write it off as a savage wolf or something, but it wasn't working well. It was mentioned that the cuts and bite looking marks were long enough to have been caused by a knife.
The Doctor had noticed a bit of an alien presence lately, but he just placed it off as the bees.
Sighing, he lifted his head from the TARDIS's wall and grabbed his sonic screwdriver off of the coffee table and placed it in his inside coat pocket.
The Doctor strode out of his apartment and into the chilly night. He spared the glistening stars a quick glance and went about his way.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and discretely moved it in every direction so he could determine which way he should go.
He was leaded through winding roads and dark corners and darker allies. The trail was getting thicker and he was quickening his pace.
The beeping of his sonic screwdriver was very consistent now, faster than both of his heartbeats.
The he heard a scream.
He ran in the direction of it, sweat starting to form on his forehead from the exertion.
He peered through the dark and saw the unmistakable silhouette of a human. He watched, what he assumed to be a her because of the long hair, her be thrown hard against the brick halls of the ally-way. He quickened his pace.
As soon as he got close enough, he turned the sonic screwdriver on and pointed it at the monster. It charged at him and knocked into his shoulder, dislocating it.
Falling back, the Doctor grabbed his shoulder and pushed it back into place with a cry.
The monster jumped at him again, but instead of knocking him down, it's razor sharp teeth aimed at him and cut down on his leg. He let out a gasp of pain.
Biting back a grimace, he turned the sonic up and once again aimed it for the monster, this time causing the desired effect. The monster froze and fell onto it's side, it's breaths coming in short gasps.
The doctor patted it softly and said, "Sorry 'bout that. Best to get you where you came from, though." He pulled a device from one of his numerous pockets and attacked it to the monster. After pushing a few buttons, it glowed a faint yellow and the monster was gone.
The Doctor then regarded the unconscious girl slumped against the wall. He recognized her from one of his classes. The girl who had drawn a replica of the TARDIS.
On his knees beside her, he carefully checked her over. He waved the sonic over her and determined that her injury was a concussion. Relieved that she would be alright, he placed an arm under her legs and the other under her shoulders and hoisted her up.
Ignoring the pain in his leg and his shoulder, he stood up with her in his arms.
Her head fell limply against his chest, and he slightly tightened his hold on her.
He figured his best plan of action was to take her to the hospital. The town wasn't too large so the hospital was only a couple of blocks over. He hadn't the slightest clue where she lived, and it wasn't the best idea to take her to his apartment.
As he walked with her in his arms, he looked down at her face. She looked so innocent and peaceful. Unlike earlier that day when she had become flustered when he had caught her doodling. He still wanted to ask her about that, but he decided it would be best to do so later.
He walked up to the hospital doors, lowering his head and shifting Donna round to pull his coat higher to slightly hide his face. Hopefully, this way, no one would recognize him and tell Donna who saved her.
There was the slight chance that she had seen him fight with the monster, and if he wanted to continue to be on the down low and teach, it just wouldn't do for everyone to know they were in the midst of a time-lord. Things like that never did go too well.
Someone inside of the hospital must have noticed him walking with Donna in his arms towards the hospital, because a team of nurses met the Doctor at the door with a stretcher.
He gently laid her down on the stretcher. He gave her one more worried glance as they whisked her off to see to her.
"Umm, sir, can you tell me what happened?" A nurse shyly regarded him.
The Doctor drew in a slow breath and replied, "You've seen the news, haven't you? There's that animal or something out killing people. I found her in an ally-way. She's really lucky, huh?" He kept his head down and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah... I suppose she is." The nurse said softly. "Do you know what her name is?" The Doctor shook is head in response.
"Well, I must be off, then." He turned away from the nurse and began to walk away.
"Wait!" The nurse called after him. "Do you want me to tell her anything for you?"
The Doctor stopped to think for a moment. "Tell her the dark is dangerous." The nurse gave him a look.
Then he continued limp away, and one thought flashed through his mind.
Donna Noble, who exactly are you?
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Two days had passed since Donna had been at school last. Her heart thudded nervously in her chest as she opened the front door to her house and began the familiar journey to school.
She vaguely remembered the shadow of a man pointing some sort of laser thing at the monster that had hit her. But even then her vision had already become fuzzy, and seconds after that everything around her had become black.
A monster? Really? Who believed in monsters? Definitely not her. She groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair at the thought.
Soon, the school was in her vision and Lisa and Jasmine were by her side bombarding her with questions on what happened.
"Guys!" Donna interrupted them. "If you'd be quiet for one second, I'd tell you."
Her friends settled down slightly and gave her a chance to breathe.
"I was walking home, and you know how I always take short cuts. Well, I walked into that ally a couple of blocks from the house, and there was this thing-"
"I knew we shouldn't have let you walk home alone in the dark." Donna was cut off by Lisa's mumbling.
Donna glared at her and continued on, "-and it had huge teeth. It was all blackish and it was furry, kind of like dog fur, but it was spiky." Her friends gave her funny looks.
"I'm serious, guys! It was a monster, I swear it."
Jasmine pipped up, "Your absolutely sure? I mean... there's no such thing as monsters, is there?"
Donna only shrugged her shoulders. "Lets just not be out at night, okay?"
Then the bell rang.
"I'll tell you guys more at lunch."
They went to their first period classes.
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Donna took a seat beside Lisa in their English class. The Doctor was already sitting at his desk, a book in his hands and seemingly ignoring the students filtering into the classroom.
The bell rang and he spun in his seat, standing up quickly and with a limp, walked to the front of his desk with a different book in his hands and perched himself on the edge of it.
"Good morning, class." He said, slightly cocking his head to the side and his eyes glanced over the room. His gaze caught Donna's for a moment before she quickly looked down at her hands in her lap.
"Well, right then." He said, noticing her discomfort, "Lets turn to page forty and someone can volunteer to read Sonnet 130."
The class went smoothly like usual.
The bell rung and his voice fluttered through the room to Donna's ears as she packed up her belongings.
"Ms. Noble, stay behind, please. I wish to have a word with you."
For some reason, her heart started to beat wildly. She could feel it through her chest and she had a vague thought that he could hear it, but she dismissed that thought quickly.
She shouldered her bag and almost slowly walked to the front of the room where he was at.
She stopped about a foot away from him and looked up at his curious gaze and said, "Yes, Doctor?"
He looked at her for a moment more, his gaze piercing hers that made her chest tighten and her breathing shorten.
The Doctor then looked away and clumsily turned around, grabbing a few pieces of paper off of his desk. "Ah, here we go." He turned around and handed them to her.
He pointed at one in her hands, "That one is the essay you did the first day." He pointed at a few others, "And those are what we did when you were gone."
Donna peered at them and nodded towards him. "Thank you, sir."
"If you need any help on them, I am here before school to help." The Doctor told her. Donna nodded again, not quite sure what to say.
"Well, off you go." He said, interrupting the pesky silence. "Wouldn't want to be late for your next class, would you? No, that surely wouldn't do." He gave her a playful wink and Donna's chest tightened again.
"Uhm, yes, sir. Thank you, again, sir." Then she left the room.
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Donna quickly stalked down the hallway and into the bathroom. Locking herself in a stall, she leaned her forehead against the wall and pressed her hand to her chest.
She gritted her teeth at the thought that he had made her feel that way. All dizzy and light headed... as if she was in love. No. That wasn't it. Never would be. She was not going to turn into one of those sodding girls who look at him with stars in their eyes. She was definitely better than that.
Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, and the thought of his limp came to play in her mind. That hadn't been there two days ago.
The thought of her attack came up, too. The man that had saved her, she thought about him again.
She tried to remember what he looked like.
She knew that he was tall. He was thin, but not in a bad way. The shadows didn't hide the confident manner in which he stood. And, his hair, it defied gravity in a way.
She was missing one detail, one detail to piece it all together. She thought harder as she hit her head softly against the wall.
A coat.
He wore a long trench looking coat.
Who else wore a coat like that?
The Doctor.
Suddenly, some things were starting to make sense. Some questions were answered, but it left even more to filter in her mind.
And suddenly, it became her mission to find out just exactly who he was.
Ahh, it's going to get fun now. ;)