AN: This is a Doctor Who Fanfiction. It takes place between the events of The Last of the Time Lords and Voyage of the Damned, but by no means should you feel the need to watch those before reading. It is a story about a young woman called Susan, a time travelling alien, and evil statues. Enjoy.

DavidoDaVinci

Prologue: Susan

Across the bustling streets of London walked a young, welsh woman called Susan Kington. She disliked being an accountant but since she got the job at the old building, she had been able to move into a much bigger house, which she thought was an improvement. However, as she bumped into more and more people, she increasingly saw the downside.

It seemed to her that, in London, no one could ever quite figure out where they wanted to be. Certainly, it seemed, people did a lot more travelling, always getting in everyone else's way, which meant they were in her way, so they were her problem. It also occurred to her that it seemed very English to say sorry when someone else bumped into you. Still, the promotion was only a good thing in her eyes.

As she ran her long-nailed hands through her dirty blonde hair, she found herself, as she did increasingly, thinking about said job. She used to work a much quieter job, doing the unseen, unnamed job that nobody ever thought about. Like filling in the pavement, or putting up traffic signs. Thankfully, her promotion meant she was working for a large company, and the money was spilling in. Her office was on the top floor, which meant she barely had any company, and could get away with playing games every now and then. Everyone at work was friendly, and nobody seemed to mind her accent. However, she had always been an introvert. And the days were flying by.

She checked her phone for the date. Seventh of… September. Man. All of that news about Professor Lazarus had happened four whole months before! And that was, of course, before he strangely disappeared.

Although, come to think of it, it was always London when it came to aliens. The living plastic, the spaceship crashing into Big Ben, the Sychorax, the Christmas star, not to mention the hospital getting sent to the moon. The place for alien activity was London, and it was London in the last two years.

It was while these thoughts wheeled up and down her mind that she bumped into a tall, skinny man, in a tight suit.

"Oh, hello!"

She blinked. "Who the HELL are YOU?"

"Ay, ay, ay! No need to shout in the middle of a busy London street in the twenty-first century! Oh, and in answer to your question, I'm the Doctor, and you are?"

"Susan. Susan Kington. Excuse me, but Doctor what?"

"Just the Doctor. Did you just call me what?"

Susan blushed. "No."

The Doctor nodded. "Well, be careful today, I've been seeing some odd activity. Hmph. I should get back to the T.A.R.D.I.S."

Without another word, the Doctor walked away, in a rush. Susan shrugged it off, and looked up at the stone building where she worked, and as she stared, a weeping angel stared back…