Alex stepped out of the TARDIS, taking in the view of the busy street. The sky was a clear color, the streets… not so much. Ruffians ran by on foot, being followed by a constable waving a club angrily.
All the same, Alex was grinning. Here she was in 1890's Paris! Too bad I can't understand a word of French.
The Doctor joined her outside, locking the TARDIS. "Seems we ended up in the slums," he remarked. "At least we're in the right time."
He turned to Alex, elbowing her slightly. "Oi, stop grinning. Very unladylike."
Alex elbowed him right back. "If you're so worried about appearances, take my elbow instead of bruising me."
The Doctor did so, and they both strolled into the cleaner and much more busy Paris street. Vendors held up their goods, and Alex politely declined several necklaces.
As the Doctor was looking at a fruit stand, complaining about a lack of bananas, a young girl ran into Alex's poufy dress.
Turning, Alex looked at the little girl. She had dirt marks all over her, and her dress was tattered. "You've got to help me, Madame!"
Alex held the little girl's shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"He… he's coming for me!" the little girl wailed, wrapping her arms around Alex's neck.
By now, the Doctor had noticed Alex's tagalong, and ran over, just as a beefy and obviously drunk man pushed through the crowd of vendors to the little girl. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off of Alex.
"Let her go!" Alex screamed, slapping the man hard across the face.
The man did not let go, instead shifting his grip to her arm and punching Alex right in the stomach. She doubled over in pain as the man dragged the girl into the crowd and away.
By now the Doctor had noticed the scuffle, and he fought through the vendors, where he helped Alex up. "Someone call a Constable!" he bellowed, checking Alex over.
"…no, we've got to go help the little girl…" Alex moaned, the pain in her stomach still flourishing.
A constable arrived, asking what on earth had happened. He introduced himself as Chervre, and together Chervre and the Doctor got Alex to an inn.
The Doctor was pacing. The blow from that idiot had been fairly hard; it could have ruptured her appendix. Alex was still in considerable pain… he couldn't move her. But there was absolutely no way he was going to attempt surgery in 1890's Paris.
He called up two maids, who reported immediately. Flashing his psychic paper, at them, he showed fake credentials for an actual Doctor.
"As you can see, Lady Alexandra of… Bananas… is in some considerable pain. I have a portable hospital, if you'll help me move her…"
((A HALF HOUR LATER))
Mrs. West sat in the emergency room, wringing her hands in fear. A nurse came out, and Mrs. West stood up eagerly.
"How's she doing?" she asked.
The nurse read off a clipboard. "She's going to be fine. You're lucky that man found her and brought her in. Ruptured appendix."
Mrs. West looked down the row to a fidgeting man, who kept looking at his watch. She walked over to him. "Thank you." She said simply.
He looked up, surprised. "Thank you for saving my daughter." She clarified, as tears came to her eyes. "I don't know what we would have done if you weren't there."
The Doctor looked away. I put her there. I didn't save her.
Mrs. West began to sob, and a tear slid down her cheek. "Thank you, thank you so much."
Author's Note
No longer a series of oneshots, they are all connected now.
Alex will not be a Mary Sue, she'll be pretty upset.
To MusicKeeper: we'll have that prompt in soon!
Keep reviewing, my friendly friends!
-ATLK