A/N: A bit of Ten!whump but the idea wouldn't leave me alone, so unavoidable.
Everyone else was either asleep or simply not at the observatory that evening. Everyone but the young woman carefully making her way up the winding staircase leading to the upper level of the observatory. She was a petite, pretty creature with a small figure and a round face. Her long, chestnut brown tresses were pulled back in a reddish-orange headband and fell about her shoulders in lush waves. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes were small and bordered by thick black lashes.
She smoothed her hands over well-worn jeans and slid her hands into the pockets of her brown leather blazer as she stepped out onto the roof, lifting her eyes up toward the starry black expanse over her head. She'd brought a mug of tea with her along with a blanket to keep warm. She chose a place to sit and lay down on her belly, wrapping the blanket around herself and curling her fingers around the mug.
As she leaned down to take a sip, a bright flash of light winked in and out of the sky. The sight startled her enough, and having forgotten the tea, she propped herself up on her elbows. The light seemed to dance back and forth in violent, spinning motions.
"What in God's name—?" The light began to get brighter and larger as it drew near. She turned on a heel and ran back towards the stairs to escape whatever it was. It flew over her head just as she jumped onto the stairs. Scared out of her wits, she tilted her head up to get a glimpse of the object. Her brows pulled together in a frown. Her brain, and her eyes were telling her that she now saw a police box. A police box? What on earth, she wondered to herself.
As if that weren't enough, the box seemed to make a weird, whining vworp as it moved, and the light atop it had begun to flash. "Bloody hell." Right before her eyes, the box's doors flew open as it pitched sharply. A dark mass tumbled out of it, and the sound that followed couldn't have been mistaken for anything but a wounded cry. Her brows shot up in surprise. A human cry? Daring another look out, she spotted the crumpled mass several feet away from her, as well as the box which had landed calmly on the edge of the roof.
She hesitantly crawled back out onto the roof and approached the figure. She dropped to her knees beside it and reached out tentatively to roll the figure onto its back in order to get a better look at it. It was a man, from the looks of it. A man who had definitely taken a beating. The movement elicited a groan from the man, but his eyes remained closed, and his body made no other movement besides her own adjustment. She pressed two fingers to his neck and felt for a pulse. Her fingers were met with a pounding, nearly erratic rhythm—unnaturally fast for the human heart. She shifted her hand from his neck to his forehead, resting her palm there for any signs of a fever or other illness. The skin was surprisingly hot to the touch and confirmed her suspicions of a fever. "Hospital it is then. Something wrong with you," she muttered half to herself, and half to the man.
He shifted just a little in her hold, letting a muffled, "No" fall past his lips. "N—no hospital." She nearly gave a start to hear the man speak and glance down at him, brushing her hair over one shoulder and out of the way.
"Yes hospital. You just fell out of a police box. You've got a fever and you're injured," she remarked with some determination. Now the man began to move as if to get up. He'd started to slide out of her grasp, but she held him fast, tugging backwards to keep him from getting away. "You! You aren't going anywhere. Not until I call the police." The man stopped struggling to look at her, frowning at her for a good long moment before breaking into a short burst of laughter.
"Box falls out of sky, man falls out of box. And all you can worry about is getting me to the hospital?" He chuckled, running a hand through his spiky brown hair as he watched her in wonderment. "You don't even know what I am. You're so human." At this point, she completely froze and slowly turned her gaze on him, not sure if she'd heard him right. Leaning forward somewhat, she watched him with a guarded glimmer in her dark eyes.
"You called me human. I am human. Aren't you?"
"Me? Blimey, can't risk telling you. Not yet at least. For all I know, you could bloody well be a—"
"A what?" She arched an eyebrow even higher. Her heart skipped a few beats as she heard the man speak about her or himself as if he weren't…as if he weren't human. It was beginning to frighten her, but not the kind of debilitating fear. It was the sort of fear that hit one just before a grand adventure or endeavor, the precursor to an adrenaline rush. She'd craved that as a little girl; after all, she'd always been the bravest one out of her tight knit friends growing up. "Answer me. What are you? I'm human. Completely and only human. I saw you fall out of the sky from a whirling, flashing box. That is not human."
"I'm the Doctor."
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