AN: Ok, so as BananaBabe might have told you, I, DisneyLover903, have written this chapter. This is my first attempt at Doctor Who. Even though I am a long time watcher, I have never written for this category. So please don't flame me. Please?!
Also, this is me, BananaBabe903 beta-reading! Since I'm more comfortable w/ DW, DisneyLover has asked me to oh-so kindly beta and add some sentences and grammatical and conventional corrections here and there. :) Please review.
Oh, and one last thing I PROMISE! Check out my DW/TORCHWOOD crossover story called "The Nightmare Child" please! :)
Elody Anjel stood on her balcony, gazing over the beautiful scenery that was 18th century Paris. The wind slightly blowing and keeping her hair out of her face. The chill of the near winter air, kept her awake on this late night. Her bare feet felt the marble floor. Behind her, was the bedroom that she shared with 4 other children.
Elody walked back to the room that she shared with the 4 children that acted like siblings to her. Emma, the youngest, was running around with Clement, the eldest. Clement was 17 and almost to move out on his own. Emma, only 6 was a free spirit. She acted just like Elody when she was younger. Then there were the twins, Antoine and Brice. They were best friends and inseparable. Elody was the odd man out, and she always felt different.
She wasn't sure what was different, but she didn't care. One day she would wed, and then her life would be easy. She would have children of her own, and the they would have their own children. Then one day she would die, and the world go on.
Elody was religious and she would pray every night before bed. There was a cross over the fireplace, and that was where she would pray each night.
As she took her seat by the fireplace, she felt a slight pain in her head. She ignored it and scooted closer to the flames. The pain grew. Her head was throbbing now, and she heard a voice.
"Elody," it whispered. "Elody." She jumped up and backed away from the fireplace, slightly frightened. She retreated to her bed. She hid under the covers and drifted off to sleep, hoping to forget the voices.
"Stupid flashlight!" whispered a frustrated Rachel Tyler. She banged the small contraption on the side of her bed, hoping that would make it work. It flashed on and the young blond pulled it back up to where she was sitting. She pointed the source of light towards her studies. The 15 year old was attempting at her homework for the third time tonight. Each time there was an interruption. Either her mother having her do another chore, or her grandmother going on about some old fairy tale, if you could call it that.
Her story was going on and on about this person called the Doctor. She claimed that Rachel's mother, Rose, had traveled with him across the universe and time. Rachel didn't believe that. Her mother was never the bright type, and now she was living with her mother on a flat. Rachel didn't want that. She wanted to go to college and complete it, then maybe medical school, if she could afford it. She had her own fairy tale planned out.
The flashlight went out again.
"Ugh!" complained the blond. She threw the math book on the ground. As if on cue, the flash light went back on. She didn't bother to pick up the book. Suddenly there was a throbbing pain in her head. She put her hand up to her forehead and felt for a fever, there was none. Voices started to fill her head.
"Rachel, Rachel." they said in a soft tone.
"Mum, Gram?" she asked into the silence of her room. The voices continued.
"Rachel," they whispered again.
"Leave me alone! I'm not crazy!" she said a little louder than before. She slammed her head onto the pillow and tried to fall asleep, ignoring the siren call of the voices.
"Trey, it's time to go to bed!" yelled Martha Jones up to her son.
"Just one more minute Mum!" he threw back, knowing that in ten minutes he'd ask for another "minute". He typed away furiously at his game. Trey, was Martha Jones son. He was a typical nerd teenager. 14, no girlfriend, and always on his computer.
"Trey, get off that computer! It's going to fry your brain." she commanded. God, when did his mom get so--
"Yes, high score!" cried the excited boy. He got off the game and went straight to his blog. He pushed up his glasses and continued typing. He spun around in his chair and laid back. "Now the world knows." he said, feeling accomplished.
"Trey...!" Trey heard his mother yell from down the stairs. Footsteps approached his bedroom door. He quickly turned off the computer and ran to his bed. He took of his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He hopped into bed and pretended to be asleep. His mother poked into the bedroom and glanced over at the bed. She left the bedroom with out a sound. She fell for it thought Trey.
He got out of bed and went straight for the computer. He opened up the internet browser. His head started hurting. It must be the screen he thought. He turned off the computer and went back to bed, with his head still throbbing.
"Trey," he heard a voice whisper.
"Don't worry mum, I'm going to bed." he said as he drifted off to sleep, not knowing that the voice wasn't his mother.
Donna Smith: Status: Worried about her father. He has been acting strange lately, but excited about her mother and her future travel to the library.
Donna Smith punched in her Facebook status late on a Sunday night. It was obviously true, for her mom River Song was going to a planet that was a large library. She wished she could go with, for she loved books, but her father said no. In the past 14 years, she barely ever saw her father; he was a traveler. But whatever he said goes with my mom. They had a strange trust in one another, more than regular couples. As if her father knew everything that was going to happen, and when.
Donna trusted her father, most of the time. But now she wasn't so sure. He was in a depression state because of her mom's trip to the library. River offered to skip the trip to make her father happy, but her father refused. He said it would mess up time and space. This was all strange to Donna, for she did not know what he meant. Neither did River.
Donna got a chat from a friend online.
Message from Aaron Myers!
Aaron: Why you on so late? You never stay on past 11.
Donna: I was bored.
Aaron: And a no show at laser tag?
Donna: I didn't want to get shot! Plus my dad said no... he said those lasers are powerful now.
Aaron: The skills may come in handy, besides the clerk said if we had a girl come with us he would of given us a free round.
Donna: Well sorry I am your only resource for a female.
Aaron: You use big words.
As Donna was typing, a slight pain started to grow in her head. Soon it was like a migrain and Donna couldn't bare it. Soon she heard someone whispering her name.
"Donna, Donna." she had no idea who it could be, for both of her parents were out of the house tonight.
Donna: I gtg. Bye.
Before Aaron could reply, Donna turned off the computer and rushed back to her bed, frightened.
"Get in there you creature!" Sam and Nico watched as their mother was beaten and then thrown into their cell. Nico had half a mind to get up and punch the guard in the nose, but if he did that he would never see his mother again. Lucy Saxon, their mother, lay in the center of the cell, not willing to move. Sam was in tears as she sat on the bench that her and her brother shared.
She got up and knelt down next to her mother. She tore off some of the little pants that she had and wrapped it around her mothers arm to stop the bleeding. Sam had to do this every night, for every night Lucy would be bleeding somewhere. She predicted that her mother wouldn't last much longer.
Sam told Nico her prediction one night, but he didn't believe it. Nico was very protective of his mother and sister. He and his sister were born in this cell, and for the past 16 years, this is all he had ever known. He treasured his life, but he would give it up for his sister or his mother, that is why his sister has never received a beating, but he is covered in scars.
Everyday the guards would come and pick one of them to torture, and every time they tried to pick his sister, he went instead. He could not do this for his mother, for she was the criminal. Technically he was an accessory. His mother had one benefit though. If Sam and Nico can survive 'till they are 18, they all go free. But that still leaves 2 years in the cell.
"Sam, Sam." a voice whispered.
"No, it's not my turn." she said. "Stop saying my name!"
"Nobody is saying your name." said Nico. Sam became scared and went to the corner of the cell and she tried to drift off to sleep.
"Nico, Nico." said the voice.
"Sam, I'm right here. You're fine." Nico walked over to Sam in her corner, to find that she was fast asleep. He sat down next to her and fell asleep as well, trying to ignore the voices.
"Mmm, Luke." moaned a girl. She was making out with her boyfriend on the couch. Luke was his name, and he was making out with one of his girlfriends on the couch. She was Izzy, but there was also Tyra, Aubry, and Lila, and those were just the official girlfriends. He had friends with benefits too. Luke was a player. Luke had done this so many times that he didn't get half the pleasure that the girls got.
Luke started to play with the bottom of her shirt. She allowed him to slide it off. They continued kissing. Soon his head started to hurt. He broke off of Izzy and put his hand to his forehead.
"What's wrong baby?" asked Izzy, she was kind of a slut.
"Just my head." the pain increased. Then the voices came.
"Luke, Luke." they whispered.
"Izzy, are you saying my name?" he asked.
"No, but if you want me to, I will." she said seductively.
"Umm, you need go Izzy, tomorrow night, I promise." he said.
"Fine," she put her shirt back on and left the apartment that the teenager had to himself, even though he was only 17. Luke laid back on his couch, trying to ignore the voices.
"You ready for your first big heist?" asked Lady Christina to her daughter Kayla de Souza.
"Mom, I've done this before." she reassured. She had committed many heists before. Her first one was when she was 6, but now she was 16 and still going strong.
"Your goal is that jewel down there. We get it, we're rich for life." said Christina. Kayla hooked up to the equipment that her mom brought. She hovered over the opening, and lowered down. She slowly approached the jewel silent.
"Kayla," she heard a voice whisper. She looked up, trying to see her mom, but she wasn't there. She continued her journey towards the jewel. As she approached it, her head started to hurt, and the voice got louder. "Kayla." she grabbed the jewel as fast as possible, trying to ignore the pain. She started to retreat up as fast as she could. She went too fast and the cord snapped under the pressure. She fell to the floor, setting off the alarms.
"Shit."
"And then, Chandon and Tucker, ran straight into wall!" laughed Ember Ah.
"Oh, my God! I know they are like some of our best friends, but they can be so stupid! We so have to have them over this week!" giggled Katie Harkness in reply. The 2 girls were sitting at their favorite coffee place, Starbucks. They were sipping Vanilla cocoas, Starbucks' newest creation.
"And we can you want to know why?" she asked.
"Because.." started Ember.
"We have our own place!" they said in unison.
"Plus, tomorrow starts summer vacay!" said Katie.
"Yes!" said Ember.
"Being 17 rocks!" she took another sip of her cocoa. "But we have one more year of school! We'll be seniors!"
"Head class men! Nothing is better than this!" said Ember.
"Oh yeah, guess what my father gave me because we can't be boarded at school any more?" said Katie.
"What?" asked Ember.
"A time belt!" Katie lifted up her shirt slightly. "Dad said it's for emergencies only."
"Hawaii is an emergency right?" asked Ember.
"Yep," joked Katie. "And I have Aspirin, so no pain in time hopping!" said Katie.
"You think Jack would have thought of that sooner." said Ember. A slight pain started to grow in Katie's head. As it grew, voices started invading Katie's head.
"Katie, Katie." they said.
"Ember please tell me you are saying my name." said Katie.
"I'm not." said Ember. And as if on cue, Katie's cell phone went off. The Doctor had made it so anyone could call her from anytime or spot in the universe. She looked at the caller ID. It was her mother, Jenny.
There's the chap by me!!! :) Next chap will be by BananaBabe903. She did beta-read this (she has spell-check) and she added more detail and sentences.
