Hello readers!
I will be writing my own little stories as well (don't worry!) but I will also use some of the episodes from series 7 and maybe some Pond episodes - depending on how it goes. This whole series is set after the Doctor looses the Ponds, so he hasn't met Clara. Sorry Clara! However, when I write the episodes in, they won't be exactly the same as the episode because otherwise that gets boring!
Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoy!
The TARDIS landed somewhere new.
Ruri and the Doctor headed to the door with big smiles on their faces, ready for a new adventure. For her first adventure, the Doctor promised something amazing... She opened the door, stepping out... When cold rain hit her skin, she squealed, folding her arms. The Doctor followed her out, grinning at the rain.
"Rain! Lovely!" He clapped his hands, rocking back and forth on his heel. Ruri glared at him.
"You said something amazing." She whined. "But I'm stood in the freezing rain." She rubbed her bare arms up and down. The Doctor saw she was shaking slightly and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders. "Thanks, but aren't you now cold and wet?"
"Na-" He waved his hand. "I'll be fine." He then linked his arm with hers, pulling her towards a large creepy looking building. "Ha ha! Here we are!" He exclaimed, still pulling her.
"This is what we've come to see? An old house?" She narrowed her eyes as they reached the door, shelter covering them. The Doctor brushed his floppy fringe out of his face as Ruri moved her wet auburn hair out of hers.
"Not just any old house." He turned and smirked at her before knocking on the old wooden door. A moment later the door opened revealing a man wearing glasses and a girl behind him. "Hello!" The Doctor grinned. "I'm looking for a ghost." He stated, Ruri shook her head.
"A ghost?!" She whispered to him, utterly confused. He turned to her 'shhing' her.
"And you are?" The man asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Ghostbusters." Ruri muttered. "Apparently." She glared at the Doctor who barged his way into the house. Ruri followed, sending a look of 'sorry' to the man.
"I'm the Doctor." He showed them the psychic paper.
"Doctor of what?" The man asked, sounding unsure still.
"Of stuff." He shrugged, putting the wallet-looking paper away. "And this is Ruri." He nodded to Ruri who waved slightly, warming up from the heat inside. The Doctor disappeared from her side over to some equipment. "Ah, but you are very different." He turned to the man in the glasses. "You are Major Alec Palmer. Member of the Baker Street Irregulars, the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Specialised in espionage, sabotage and reconnaissance behind enemy lines." He rambled, smiling. "You're a talented watercolourist, professor of psychology and ghost hunter." He grabbed Palmers hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Total pleasure. Massive." He grinned when a voice interrupted his 'puppy-like' moment.
"Actually, you're wrong." The girl who had been stood quietly spoke up. "Professor Palmer spent most of the war as a POW." She sounded defensive of Palmer.
"Actually, that's a lie told by a very brave man involved in very secret operations." The Doctor finally let go of Palmers hand and walked over to the girl. "The type of man who keeps a Victoria Cross in a box in the attic, eh? But you know that, because you're Emma Grayling, the Professor's companion."
"Assistant." Emma stated.
"It's 1974. You're the assistant and non-objective equipment. Meaning psychic." He smirked, turning to Ruri, expecting her to get it all. She walked over to him.
"Still doesn't explain why we're here..." Ruri whispered.
"Relax, Emma. He's Military Intelligence." Palmer spoke to Emma comfortingly. "So, what is all this in aid of?"
"Health and safety." The Doctor pulled his gaze away from Ruri's turning to Palmer. "Yeah, the Ministry got wind of what's going on down here. Sent me to check that everything's in order." He folded his arms.
"They don't have the right." Palmer sounded annoyed.
"Don't worry, guv'nor, I'll be out of your hair in five minutes." The Doctor grinned.
"Unless he sees something-" Ruri began when the Doctor interrupted.
"Oh! Oh, look." He ran towards some equipment. He really was like a puppy.
"-shiny." She finished, following him over.
"Oh, lovely. The ACR 99821. Oh, bliss. Nice action on the toggle switches." He turned to Ruri. "You know, I do love a toggle switch. Actually, I like the word toggle. Nice noun. Excellent verb." He was rambling as Ruri smirked at him, reaching out to touch the 'toggle switch', but he hand was hit away by the Doctor. "Oi, don't mess with the settings." He scolded, getting out the sonic carefully incase Emma and Palmer saw. He did a quick sweep, it still making a humming noise.
"Does that thing not have a silent mode?" Ruri whispered, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Silent mode?!" The Doctor gasped, sounding shocked.
"Yeah, like on a phone." She shrugged, not seeing what the bit deal was.
"It's a sonic screwdriver... Sonic being the key word." He narrowed his eyes.
"What's that?" Palmer asked unexpectedly, surprising the pair when they turned to see him right behind them.
"Gadget." The Doctor said quickly. "Health and safety. Classified, I'm afraid. You know, while the back room boffins work out a few kinks."
"Anything?" Ruri asked, not realising she was still wearing the Doctors jacket, which was too big for her as it came past her knees.
"It's telling me that you haven't been exposed to any life-threatening transmundane emanations." He put the sonic away. "So, where's the ghost?" He asked excited, running to the stairs. "Show me the ghost." He then dramatically turned round. "It's ghost time."
They all headed upstairs, walking down one of the corridors. It was dark. Very dark. The only light source was a lantern, lit by a candle. Ruri started to become nervous. She didn't want to see any ghosts. That was the last thing she wanted to see. The Doctor led the way, Palmer behind, then the two girls at the back. Ruri wasn't paying much attention to the others talking as she looked round, worried something was going to jump out at her. They then all heard something creak, causing her to jump, wrapping her arms tighter around herself.
"Listen, Major, we just need to know what's going on here." The Doctor said to Palmer.
"For the Ministry?" He questioned back.
"You know I can't answer that."
"Very well, follow me." Palmer led the way, Emma behind him. The Doctor stayed back with Ruri, giving her a small smile.
"You ok?" He asked, beginning to walk slowly with her. She nodded slightly.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged. "In a big haunted house with only three other people... I'm totally fine." She gave him a small smile.
"Sarcasm?" He furrowed his eyebrows, sounding confused.
They all found themselves I'm a large room, the living room of the house. The Doctor and Palmer were looking at different things leaving Emma and Ruri together.
"Sorry, the Doctor said you were a psychic?" Ruri asked, turning to her.
"An empathic psychic." Emma confirmed. "Sometimes I sense feelings, the way a telepath can sense thoughts. Sometimes, though. Not always." Another voice cut in.
"The most compassionate people you'll ever meet, empathics." The Doctor smiled. "And the loneliest. I mean, exposing themselves to all those hidden feelings, all that guilt, pain and sorrow and -" He was rambling. Ruri send him 'the look' of 'shut up before you say anymore that could either upset someone or make them bored.' He instantly stayed quiet.
"Would you care to have a look?" Palmer spoke up, gesturing to a board with photographs pinned all over it. Ruri and the Doctor walked over, looking at everything. "Caliburn House is over four hundred years old, but she has been here much longer. The Caliburn Ghost." He pointed to a picture that looked years old. "She's mentioned in local Saxon poetry and parish folk tales. The Wraith of the Lady, the Maiden in the Dark, the Witch of the Well."
"Hi, sorry." Ruri coughed awkwardly to interrupt. "And you believe she's real?" She asked, folding her arms.
"Oh, she's real. I don't believe. I know." Palmer nodded. "In the seventeenth century, a local clergyman saw her. He wrote that her presence was accompanied by a dreadful knocking, as if the Devil himself demanded entry. During the war, American airmen stationed here left offerings of tinned Spam. The tins were found in 1965, bricked up in the servants' pantry, along with a number of handwritten notes." He showed them. "Appeals to the ghost. For the love of God, stop screaming." Ruri looked at all the photos, narrowing her eyes.
"She's the same in every photo..." She pointed to different ones. "It's like someone's photoshopped her there... Not saying that's the case because that's not invented yet. But it's like she's been copied and pasted... Everytime." She turned to the Doctor.
"She's an objective phenomenon, but objective recording equipment can't detect her." Palmer told her.
"Without the presence of a powerful psychic." The Doctor understood, nodding.
"Absolutely. Very well done." Palmer gave him a small smile.
"She knows I'm here. I can feel her calling out to me." Emma spoke up, causing Ruri to turn to her.
"What can you hear?" Ruri asked gently, beginning to get freaked out, but didn't show it.
"Help me." Emma said quietly. Suddenly a shadow whizzed past the room, causing Ruri to jump and begin to breathe loudly, trying to calm her nerves down. The Doctor glanced at her, knowing nothing was going to happen to her.
"The Witch of the Well. So where's the well?" He inquired.
"A copy of the oldest plan that we could find. There is no well on the property. None that we could find, anyway." Palmer shrugged. Ruri kept her eyes on the door she saw the shadow pass by. She then felt a tap on her head causing her to jump and turn, seeing the Doctor.
"You coming?" He whispered, holding a candle.
"Don't do that!" She panted. "I almost had a heart attack." She had her hand on her chest, the Doctor smirking. "It's not funny." She hit his arm, causing him to back away slightly. "Where?" She finally asked.
"To find the ghost." He carried on whispering.
"Why?" Her eyes widened.
"Because you want to. Come on." He headed towards a door.
"I really don't." She stated, folding her arms.
"Eh?" He didn't understand why she didn't want to go find a ghost. "I'm giving you a face." He pulled an odd face and moved his head towards the door. "Can you see me? Look at my face."
"Doctor, are you ok?" She narrowed her eyes. He rolled his eyes, sighing in frustration. He walked to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him.
"The music room is the heart of the house." Emma called to them, showing them both she knew what they were doing.
The Doctor and Ruri headed down another dark corridor, Ruri staying close to his side, not wanting to stray from him.
"What if we find her? What do we do?" She asked quietly, sounding unsure.
"We ask her how she came to be whatever she is." The Doctor stated simply.
"Of course. We talk to the ghost." They then saw a shadow out the corner of their eye, causing them both to turn. Ruri could feel herself beginning to shake slightly. The fear of not knowing what was in the shadows playing on her mind. They entered a room, seeing a harp in a corner.
"Ah, the music room." The Doctor exclaimed, handing her the candle, wandering to the centre of the room. "The heart of the house. Do you feel anything?"
"Yes. I think I'm about to have that heart attack now." She tried to joke, quickly following him. "Don't leave me."
"Why? You scared?" He smirked, getting out the sonic again and scanning the room.
"No." Ruri stated, lying through her teeth.
"Your pants are so on fire." He teased, putting down the sonic slowly. "Do you feel like you're being watched?" He asked her quietly.
"A little." She admitted, nodding. They then heard a creak from around them, Ruri shut her eyes, not wanting to see what was happening. The Doctor took the candle back, not seeing what she was doing as he walked over to another spot in the room. He could see his breath.
"Cold spot. Spooky." He narrowed his eyes, stepping in and out of the spot. "Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold." He repeated several times. He took out a piece of chalk from his pocket and drew around the spot.
"Doctor?" Ruri said quietly, almost whispering. He turned to her, walking over.
"What?" He whispered back.
"I'm not happy." She stated, her eyes still shut.
"Why have you closed your eyes?" He asked, looking confused.
"What I can't see, can't hurt me." She told him, as she heard his footsteps walk away. She opened her eyes to see him walking into another room. "OI!" She exclaimed, running after him. They ended up in a passageway, a door slamming near by. "I don't like this!" Ruri whined, grabbing his arm tightly. The candles then went out, leaving them in pitch black. Ruri's breathing began to sound ragged as she shook from fear. There were more loud bangs from near by.
"It's a very loud noise. It's a very loud, very angry noise." The Doctor spoke quietly. "Are you making it?" He asked Ruri as she didn't answer, too scared to say anything. "Ruri, I know you're holding my arm... But are you also somehow holding my left hand?" Ruri froze.
"I'm on your right side..." She managed to speak. "I'm not holding your left hand." She stated as they both began to scream, running in darkness towards the stairs, seeing light from downstairs.