Chapter one: The Ending is the Beginning (Veronica and Ten)
((Trigger Warning: Suicide Attempt))
Veronica sighed to herself as she woke up for the millionth day in a row around noon. "Normally a doctor wouldn't wake up this late." She mumbled to herself before shaking her head. "I don't want to think about that. I'm no doctor." Today was the last day she planned to walk among the living. She tied back her rats' nest of raven black curls into a loose ponytail and didn't bother showering. As she stood, the writer grabbed her glasses putting them on over her hazel eyes. Everyone who mattered to her was gone. She had quit her job and became a writer to try and get away from herself. She couldn't. The nightmares kept her awake at night and now…. Now she just couldn't take it anymore. She had finished her latest story a couple of nights ago and sent it off to her publisher in Hamilton Ontario. That wouldn't seem off and hadn't as far as she had noticed. She was always sending things in early. She walked over to her chair. The clothes she'd die in. Her black skinny jeans, leather boots that went halfway up her calves, her favourite band t-shirt and her class rings from high school and college on each hand. She made quick work of changing before looking at herself in the mirror again. Where had the cocky, fun-loving, ready to save the world, sarcastic person she used to be gone? She couldn't tell. All she saw was someone who'd let countless people trust their loved one's lives to her only for them to die….. She was a failure. She didn't deserve a second chance. Her eyes were lifeless and filled with indifference to the world after all she had seen. All the loss she had dealt with. She couldn't do it anymore.
With a sigh, Veronica walked out of her apartment for what she thought would be the last time. She walked to the only bridge near her house with a trickling stream and started to climb up on the side of it. "The only place out here where someone is completely alone." She told herself looking down at the rocky streambed below her. She took a deep breath in as her heart sped up to an uncontrollable rate. Her own being began to shake. "Why am I so scared?" she asked herself as her voice crackled and shook with fear. Suddenly she was grabbed and pulled off the side of the bridge. "Oi! What are you thinking?" A northern accented male's voice rang out. "There is only one of you in all of time and space and you want to do something like this?" Veronica turned around and found herself face to face with a man who wore a blue pinstriped suit, a tan trench coat and red beat up converse as well as black glasses over his hazel eyes. His hair was all over the place. The twenty year old found herself staring at him for a moment as she felt his hearts…. Hang on…. Hearts? Plural? "You have two hearts…. That's not possible… Who are you? What are you?"
"I'm the Doctor." He replied.