AN: Hello, I'm Fleur and this is my book containing a relationship between my OC Alula Smith and BBC's Ninth Doctor. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, comment any advice and let me know what you think :)
Disclaimer - I don't own BBC Doctor Who show, if I did there would most definitely be another surviving Timelord other than the Master.
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Alarms are the most annoying thing in the world. Especially when your brain had taken you away to a wonderful world full of different creatures and planets with your favourite character, the man with a leather jacket and old face. Though the alarm, most of the time, saves me from the screams of terror, the scent of burning flesh and buildings that crumble before me as the wonderful place I once knew as a haven disappears before my eyes.
That's why, when my alarms shrill sound rings through my apartment and jolts my body awake I gasp for air, tugging my hair away from my face and wipe the sweat clustered on my brow with the back of my sleeve. My sharp breathing and fast heartbeat echoed through the room, my mind wandering off to what I had dreamt. The same man in a leather jacket but instead of an old face he has a new one, younger with quite large ears. His eyes held a deep sadness and lonely look in them, but his mouth said the opposite as a large smile plastered itself on his handsome features. A faint meow on the other side of the door helps me focus back to reality, and away from the man in my dreams.
I look over at the time my eyes focusing in on the digital clock on my bedside table. 6:00am in bold red flashes at me, the alarm still ringing through the air. Rolling over I slam it away from me the noise cutting off abruptly as it falls to what I think might be its end. Another harsh meow at the door lifts me up out of bed and to the entrance. I swing it open before getting ready for work.
~1~
I tug on my black doc martins before looking up into the mirror. My pale skin contrasts against the dark black cami top. My denim blue baggy jeans hung at my hip bones, black butterflies placed in a random pattern and sizes across the legs of my pants. Three necklaces hang around my neck each different lengths, my ears covered in different shapes and sized earrings. My dark unnatural red hair stops at my breast and styled in a shaggy mullet with curtains. My makeup done simple: some eyeliner, mascara and highlighter. Happy with the look I head to the door grabbing my purse and phone before leaving.
I have to catch the bus to get to work, work being a clothing store called Henriks, in which I worked with a blonde named Rose I think and some other colleagues. The only reason I know Rose, it's because we take turns in taking Wilson his lottery money as the security was too bloody lazy to do it himself.
I release a sigh of relief as the speaker announces that the store will be closing. If I had to deal with another angry middle aged woman with a terrible bob hairstyle again I will throw myself off of Big Ben. Huffing, I hurriedly grab the last things I had to take down to the basement. Two mannequins had to be replaced because some teenagers decided to be twats and mess around with them. Steve and Sam both lost and arm and Steve lost a head. I drag the two behind me, into the lift and down the hall to the mannequin collection. I hurriedly abandon them there and start to turn back. Rattling causes me to spin back around, grabbing a mannequin arm to defend myself I approach the noise. In my attempts to move forwards a door in a distant part of the basement slams shut interrupting my advance.
"I refuse to die like I'm in a fucking horror movie." I mutter to myself before walking back to the mannequins and grabbing my bag. More rustling causes me to spin and grip the arm tighter. A high pitched shriek escapes my mouth as Rose comes rushing round the corner. I gasp as she grabs my hand, before running with her. "So why are we running?"
"Moving mannequins." she gasps before tugging me along. We turn corner after corner before the we end up at a dead end, our backs pressed again the wall. I raise the arm in defense as bodies move towards us. Only for the arm to be ripped out of my grip and attach itself back onto Sam. Well at least Sam is now in one piece. And trying to kill us. A warm hand grips my spare one, only now I realise how cold I am as my fingers seem to thaw. I keep my grip on Rose as the mystery person drags us along. Looking back I see Rose peering curiously at the stranger, following her lead I copy. Only for me to stop in shock then get dragged forwards because everyone else is still running. It's the man from my dream. What the actual fuck.
We run into the lift, mannequins still trying to follow, I stand there watching as the stranger fights with Sam the mannequin before he tugs his arm off.
"Awwww, no Sam only just got his arm back." I whine to myself, only for both current passengers to look at me. "Fuck off." I retort.
"You pulled his arm off!" Rose exclaims as she leans against the wall.
"Yep, plastic." the mystery man replies throwing the arm at her.
"Very clever, nice trick. Who are they, students? This a student thing?"
"Why would they be students?" both the stranger and I question, I take the arm from Rose before hugging it as if it was my life line.
"I don't know!" she exclaims.
"You said it. Why students?" the man asks, crossing his arms and facing the lift doors. He glances back at me before turning around again.
"Cause that many people dressed up and being silly they got to be students." she explains. I nod along with her.
"I mean makes sense, except for the fact that I just carried both Sam and Steve (who are made out of plastic) down here cause some twats broke them. Although Sam got his arm back which you then took. He isn't going to be happy I imagine." I ramble looking up to be met by and amused stranger and worried Rose.
"What you said makes sense. Well done." he replies pointing at Rose.
"Thanks." she replies.
"They're not students."
"Ha, see." I point out.
"Whatever they are when Wilson finds them he'll call the police." Rose attempts to assure us.
"Who's Wilson?" he asks.
"Chief Electrician." I state.
"Wilson's dead." is his blunt retort. My face drops, and my mouth hangs slightly lower. I liked Wilson, he was a decent guy; even though it annoyed me that he wouldn't get his own lottery money.
"That's not funny. That's sick." Rose protests as the lift doors open, we walk out before I'm stopped at the lift button.
"Hold on, mind your eyes." the stranger orders, gently gripping my shoulders to move me out of the way. He pulls out a silver and blue wand thing, pointing it at the lift button.
"Who are you?" I question, looking up at the tall man. He briefly glances down at me before continuing down the corridor.
"Who's that lot down there? And really who are you?!" Rose demands, as she runs after him. Huffing I grip the arm tightly and continue the chase.
"They're living plastic creatures, they're being controlled by a relay device on the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." he answers, waving a bombing device around. I subtly take a step away from him. "So I'm going to go upstairs and blow it up. I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me. Now go home. Go on and have your lovely beans on toast. And don't tell anyone this. You'll get them killed."
"I don't like beans." I mutter to myself, earning a grin from the man. I smile back, waving the plastic arm at him. He closes the door behind himself as he disappears back into the building.
Shrugging I turn around causing Rose to follow behind me, we're startled as the door opens again.
"I'm the Doctor, what's your name's?"
"Rose."
"Alula but I prefer Luna." is Roses' short reply and my relatively longer one.
"Well, nice to meet you Rose, Alula. Now run for your life!" he says with extra dramatics. Scoffing I spin on my heel and run with Rose right behind me. As we make it to a safe distance, we both try to act like we're not waiting for a building to explode. And then it does. People start screaming and running into us. The building we got money from went up in flames. It looks rather pretty.
I turn to Rose with a shook look.
"Do you want to stay with me? I think we should stick together." she offers. I nod slowly before shrugging my shoulders and following her down the street still clutching the mannequin arm.
~1~
After Jackie fussed over us we were joined by Mickey, Rose's boyfriend, who in all honesty I didn't like. He didn't seem very nice or supportive. More interested in football than his own girlfriends comfort. After all the fuss of the explosion we decide to go to sleep. Jackie passed me some pillows and a blanket before leaving my to curl up on the couch. I had already been given clothes to sleep in. Jackie offered me a large shirt which seemed to be a males, I'm assuming a significant other. Rose gives me some shorts and I'm set.
I slowly wake up, my neck cracking from the couch. I didn't have a dream surprisingly. I shuffle into the kitchen preparing some coffee before sitting in the living room and sifting through the magazines. Not too long after an alarm goes off, followed by Jackie yelling, "There's no point in getting up sweetheart, you've got no job to go to."
As everyone wakes up Jackie starts offering possible jobs. I chuckle at the thought of Rose working at Finch's the butchers. She playfully nudges me before the conversation is ended by a noise at the door.
"Mum, you're such a liar I told you to nail that cat flap down, we're gonna get strays." Rose complains.
"I did it weeks back." Jackie replies.
"No you thought about it."
I follow behind Rose as she crouches at the door, nails scattered on the floor near the cat flap. We both hold our breath as it rattles again. Before Rose gently pushes it open. She bolts up before opening the door and welcomed the sight of the Doctor.
"What're you doing here?" He questions.
"I live here." Rose retorts.
"I think she should be asking you that." I state watching the exchange.
"What you do that for." they continue, ignoring me.
"Cause I do." Rose replies. The Doctor pulls out his silver and blue thing again.
"Must've got the wrong signal. Your not plastic are you, nope bone head. Bye." he says tapping us both on the head. After all of this I'd had enough and grab his arm.
"You. Inside. Now." I order, dragging him inside as Rose locks the door. Jackie's voice echoes through the house as she's disturbed by our confrontation.
"Who is it?"
"It's about last night. He's part of the inquiry." Rose explains walking away from us and towards her mothers room. I gently tug the Doctors sleeve to make him follow us as we reach the doorway.
"She deserves compensation." Jackie orders. "They both do." I smile at that, Jackie is nice.
"Oh, we're talking millions." the Doctor plays along, not even glancing Jackie's way as he inspects the house, glancing around. I watch as Jackie's attitude completely changes. A sultry look plastered on her face.
"I'm in my dressing gown."
"Yes you are." the Doctor replies, completely oblivious. I muffle a giggle in my hand.
"There's a strange man in my bedroom." she continues, I grimace at where this was going.
"Yes, there is." the Doctor's focus on Jackie as the conversation goes on.
"Well, anything could happen." I silently gag at the thought, before high tailing it out of there and towards Rose.
"Rose you seriously need to get your mother under control." I whine. Rose is about to reply before the Doctor comes strolling in.
"Mind the mess, do you want a coffee?" Rose offers looking at us both expectantly. I nod smiling at her in thanks before lounging on the couch and pulling out a book. Looking down I only then realise I'm still in the oversized shirt and shorts.
"Yes please, just milk." the Doctor replies.
"We should go to the police." Rose suggests, I pull a face at that.
"I doubt they'd believe us." I input. The Doctor ignores Rose's comment before picking up a magazine and looking at the first page.
"That won't last, he's gay and she's an alien." he mutters to himself. Rose continues on with the idea of telling someone. The Doctor picks up a book this time. I watch in awe as he skims through the book reading it in a matter of seconds, "Hmm, sad ending." My mouth hangs open at that.
"What, how. Huh." I stutter, completely baffled. The Doctor grins back at me before picking up some mail reading out "Rose Tyler" he then turns to the mirror making some choice expressions.
"Ah could've been worse. Look at the ears!" he exclaims tugging at his lobes. I smile amused whilst shaking my head.
"If it's any condolence I find you look rather handsome." I state, smiling as his expression lights up. He picks up a deck of cards, doing some tricks. I wince at the thought of it all going wrong. And as if some high power listened the cards go flying. "Are you playing 52 card pick up?" I joke, crouching down to collect the cards. We both chuckle together as I place the deck on the side.
Rose comes in bearing coffee, I smile gratefully before taking a few large gulps. The Doctors attention seemed to be somewhere else though.
"What's that? Have you got a cat?"
"No we did have, but we just get strays now. They come off the estate." Rose replies.
"That's how I got mine. He just decided to stay instead." I say fondly. Watching as the man leans over the back of the couch. I gasp, choking on my coffee as Sam's arm come flying out from behind, gripping onto the Doctor's neck. He gasps for air as I hurry over to attempt to help. I tug at the plastic even though my attempts are abysmal. Rose glances over and watches as we struggle.
"I told Mickey to throw that out. You're all the same. Give a man a plastic hand-" Rose starts, I cut her off by yanking extra hard, the plastic comes flying at me, spinning around to grab my neck instead. I start choking, flailing around as I fall backwards into the coffee table. Scalding water spreading all over my arms as I struggle for air. The man comes rushing over with his screwdriver. Flinging it off of me he grabs it before pressing the button multiple times. The hand twitches until finally stopping movement. I sit there gasping for air. My hand caressing the now bruised and burnt skin.
"Its alright see, armless." he jests. I send a painful smile at him. He grimaces at my red irritated skin. I wave him off before rising from the floor.
"You think?!" Rose exclaims, she then proceeds to whack him with Sam's arm.