Doctor Who

[guardian_of_hope]

I have kind of fallen in love with Doctor Who recently. In fact, I'm writing fanfiction about it. I figured I might could share it around here. Something new, you know? Here's what I have so far (not to be considered to be in any sort of chronilogical order except that the first one is the beginning of the adventure and I plan to write the last one as the end of the adventure, the rest are jumbled up in between.)

 

One Moment
The London streets were crowded, they always were during the day. For Jessie McKnight, the crowds were blessing and curse. A blessing because she could blend in, wearing her jeans and t-shirt, looking like a hundred other young people. A curse because they got in the way as she walked, scanner disguised as an iPod in hand, following the traces that would either lead her to her quarry or give her the next clue. “Which leads to another clue,” she muttered, stopping at a crosswalk, “and another, and another, until all that’s left are clues and no people.”

Ignoring the look the man beside her gave her, she hurried across the street with the crowd. The beeping of the scanner, carried through ear buds, guided her, the trail leading her into less crowded streets. Glancing down, Jessie studied the screen of her scanner, like she was picking a new song to listen to even as she studied the energy readings. They were getting stronger. She broke into a run, hoping that this time the end result would be her goal.

Suddenly, she crashed into someone else, a man who darted out of an alleyway. They went down and Jessie lost her grip on the scanner as her ear buds came free. “Ow,” she muttered, and stared up at the man who landed on her. He looked like a cross between a nineties man and a crazed professor, “Do you mind? Get off me.”

“Sorry,” the man said and rolled off her. He pushed himself to his feet and there was an ominous crunching noise.

“Oh no,” Jessie said, scrambling up. She found the ear-buds and followed the cord under his feet. “You idiot, how could you,” she glared up at him, “Move your foot.”

“What?” The man asked as he moved his foot.

“You broke it,” Jessie snapped, regarding the neatly crushed scanner. “You, you, I can’t think of a word right now.”

“You could try thank you,” the man offered.

Jessie picked up the scanner, “Why should I thank you? Do you know how hard it was for me to get this?”

“I did save your life.”

Jessie stood up, and the man pointed to the building beside them. There was a very obvious circular burn pattern. Jessie shrugged off her backpack, dropped the scanner into a side pocket and pulled out a larger scanner. Ignoring the man, she waved it over the burn mark and studied the readings. “That’s not surprising,” she muttered, turned and looked around.

“That’s a blaster mark,” the man said, “and the shooter was aiming at you.”

“Not a blaster,” Jessie replied, “stun gun. Someone really doesn’t want me to find them.” She slid the scanner in her pack and shrugged it on. “Thank you,” she told him. I can’t imagine what they wanted with me, besides the obvious, but it clearly wasn’t something nice.”

“Why would you be the target though?” The man asked.

Jessie sighed and met his eyes, alien eyes, she thought, then shook it off. “My name is Jessie McKnight, I’m looking for two people, twins, name Angel and Alex. Some people don’t want me to find them. Some of them are our enemies, and some of them are misguided and think they’re helping. I don’t care which is which, because I have to find Alex, Jordan is dying.”

“I am the Doctor,” the man said, “maybe we can help each other.”

 

 

 

Light and the Dark

He’s still awake when she wandered out of her room. Still poking at the TARDIS as it headed off into the unknown. “Hi,” Jessie said, pulling her blanket around her.

“I thought you were going to sleep,” the Doctor said, looking at her in surprise.

Jessie tilted her head and smiled a little, “I just wanted some company.” She wandered over to the small lounge area, “Just for a little while, you know. Bad dreams and all of that.”

“Oh,” the Doctor replied, “of course. Go ahead if you want. I’m just…working.”

Jessie sat down on one of the couches, “Don’t mind me.” She curled up against the arm and smiled at his expression. “It’s funny, I wasn’t really afraid of the dark until I learned about the light.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

When Jessie woke up, she was still on the couch, only now, the Doctor was laying down on the other end of it, with a blanket of his own. It was a start.

 

 

 

 

We Run, a lot

“Ok,” Jessie said softly, as she leaned against the wall, “you need to get into that room, the one guarded by six people.”

“Yes,” the Doctor said as he looked around. They were about twenty feet away from the door to their goal, hiding in a cross corridor from the guards.

“We can’t just shoot them, neither of us has guns, and they’re mind controlled anyways,” Jessie continued.

“Yes,” the Doctor said as he began scanning the wall with his sonic screwdriver, wondering if that might provide a way through.

“You don’t need me in that room,” Jessie continued, “I’m human, and might get mind controlled.”

“Yes-what?” the Doctor turned to her.

Jessie grinned, “I’ll get you in there and meet you at the TARDIS. Good luck.”

She pushed off the wall and stepped right into the middle of the hallway intersection, facing the guards and the door, “Jessie,” the Doctor hissed.

“Hey you,” Jessie called, “your momma’s so stupid, she sits on the TV and watches the couch.” She moved away from him, “your momma’s so ugly she uses a make up line called why bother.” She pointed, “And you, it’s brunettes like you that give us a bad name. If I weren’t in such a hurry, I’d smack you one.” She sprinted away, heading down the corridor away from the Doctor. Moments later, the six guards followed her.

The Doctor shook his head and headed for the door. They were going to have to talk about this run into trouble habit of hers.