Thanks to anyone who put this story on their alert and thanks so much for the review! =] Here is a bit of a chapter!
(I don't own Doctor Who...Though I do have a cool replica of the Master's fob watch)
I did change the end of this Chapter, and I have changed the girl's name to Grace.
"Sooo." Rose cocks her head to the side and looks at Grace strangely, "Do you remember anything else, or do you like...have some sort of amnesia?"
Grace frowned, "I remember who I am, and things about me...but not what happened. It's like the past 24 hours have been wiped from my brain." She pictured herself going to art school somewhere, where she had lived with...her brother? She remembered having one,maybe. "I went to an art school for a while, in town...stayed with my brother for a while..Then I was...traveling."
"Nice, I can't afford university right now. Dunno if I'll ever go, but I've got an okay job for now... local shoppe...You don't exactly sound English?"
"My parents were American, I guess I picked some stuff up from them. They died several years ago and I moved in with my older brother..." The words felt wrong in her mouth, she felt unsure if they really were explaining her past, or something she created in attempt to feel less strange in her current surroundings. Well that makes no sense. She noticed apad of paper on the dresser, it was shut, but looked familiar, she reached for it.
"It's all you had on you. We went lookin for ID. Mum wanted to call the police, I said we should just call a doc in the mornin and forget the cops, you didn't really do anythin' wrong."
"Thanks." she opened it and flicked through a couple pages, some doodles, and random words - nothing to hint at what has transpired during the strange blackout period.
"I'm headin' to bed, tomorrow mornin' we'll get you in to see a doc. He'll fix your head up, hopefully good as new...Then we'll find your brother." she smiled awkwardly before leaving the room, Grace stared at the ceiling until she finally fell asleep. A doctor...huh. I hate doctors.
A tall man with blue eyes and a rather large nose and a set of ears scrambled around his TARDIS. Hitting the console a few times with a large wrench looking tool he narrowed his eyes. "I don't want any back talk from you!" The room shook as if the machine were answering in rebellion to his statement. He looked at the screen above the console and saw the down town streets of London. "I don't think that's where I want to go..." He looked closer at the monitor, and his eyes narrowed futher - mouth set in a grim line. "Well that's no good." He scrambled up the TARDIS stairs, past the library, study, and wardrobe into a dark set bedroom. He nearly dove head and upper torso under the bed, bum sticking up rarther comically into the air.
"No..." He threw a square shaped box that looked like a rubix cube but had flashing lights, "definately no..." a shirt with a piece of ancient looking celery pinned to the lapel... "Ahhh." He stood up and pressed a button on an strange looking cellular device that made a light beeping sound about 5 seconds apart each time.
Astrid woke up to the smell of bacon - wonderful, sizzling, meat filled finding her way to the bathroom and freshening up, she stared hard at her reflection. Auburn hair that was chin length, full lips, and brown eyes stared back. She remembered her mother, she was an older woman - blonde with blue eyes - she had always gone gaga over Astrid's darker features, wishing she had them for her own as well.
She snapped out of her thoughts and made her way downstairs, Jackie looked up and clenched her jaw a bit. "Some breakfast before you leave?"
"Um, no thanks... I think I'll just go... I appreciate you helping me out.." She paused looking around the kitchen feeling awkward with the elder Tyler, "Where's Rose?"
"She went to run some errands before work..." Grace nodded and licked her lips. Jackie raised her eyebrows, "Nice meeting you and all." Not exactly.
Grace couldn't figure it out...She thought, she knew, that her brother lived in a house on Elk lane. It had hardwood floors and ugly paneling with a picture of an ugly duck hunting scene. She could picture the dogs in the photo. She looked left and saw some kids playing football in a patch of grass. She looked right and saw a girl with blonde pigtails on a swing get pushed onto the ground by what looks the little girl's brother.
Swingsets, jungle gym, field. Game of football where her living room should be. She barely noticed a whooshing like sound coming from a few feet behind her.
"Watch it!" A man in a leather jacket said as he bumped into her, nearly knocking her over.
"Scuse me? Stop using your..." She looked at the device in his hand, "EVP.." He looked up at her like she was a complete idiot "Meter reading whatever... and stop being a clumsy dumbo eared jackass!"
"You done?" He asked, his eyebrows raised so high they looked as if they were going to fly off his forehead. He didn't wait for a response, and muttered, "Humans.." under his breath before hurrying away.
Grace stared after him like he was nuts and turned around and nearly walked straight into a blue police box that she swore hadn't been there minutes ago. Is it me that's mental instead of the man? She thought about how rude she had been... How rude they both had been, and that strange meter in his hand. She turned her head and saw him turn a corner. In a spontaneous decision, she took off after him.
"Hey big ears, wait up!" She turned the corner and ran directly into the man's back. "Oooph. Sorry... again, and about before..." She cleared her throat awkwardly.
The man looked at her strangely for a moment, before exclaiming, "Alright then, Jeckel and Hyde. Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and she ran along with him, confused at her own antics, and his.