Doctor Who (Private for BrinkOfIndigo)

[TheOddball]

I'll think of a more creative title soon! @BrinkOfIndigo


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The teenager had been walking through Cardiff alone on a bright day without a care in the universe. She passed the cascading fountain outside of the theatre, backpack bouncing lightly. She had just left a meal-out with a few friends after some shopping, and it was time to walk back to the train station to go home into the next city over.


It took a devilishly handsome man in a long navy coat with an American accent to stop her in her tracks. He appeared out of nowhere, literally stepping out of thin air. Thinking she was delirious, she just shook it off. He called out to her and she stopped, he beckoned her over to where he was standing. “Hi there, I was wondering if you could help me with my watch?” he asked. The teenager gazed at him curiously for a moment before nodding cautiously. She wasn’t concerned as there were clearly other shoppers about.


“What can I do to help?” she responded. He lifted up the arm of his coat and displayed his peculiar looking device. It was kind of like a watch. “What make is that?” she wondered aloud. “You wouldn’t have heard of it” he smirked, almost as if he was smirking to himself. “I need you to twist that dial. It’s really small and I haven’t got delicate hands like yours” he clarified, stepping a little closer as she leant forward and peered at the watch, finding the dial after a moment or two. She twisted it as he got a little closer to her face and smiled gratefully. “Thanks sweetcheeks” he said in a sing-song voice. Slightly offended at his closeness and that awful compliment, she backed off.


“It’s not sweetcheeks” she protested. “It’s Cassie”. He moved closer again.


“What’s that short for?” he queried with another smirk. Hoping he would get off her case, she grumbled her full name, Cassandra. “Perfect!” he yelled, pulling her back with his hand and clasping her palm over his exposed watch before she could pull away and call him delirious. Everything went white, she felt as though she was suspended for a moment and without an impact was knocked out cold. She didn’t know it yet, being unconscious, but she was on the metal floor of a spaceship. The American man had disappeared almost as quickly as he arrived, as if not to be noticed, and she now had a note attached to her head.


‘Dear Doctor,


I thought you might be a bit lonesome after Martha left, so I found you this one on the streets of Cardiff! Her name is Cassandra (not to be confused about that piece of skin you told me about) and I have no idea how she’ll react, but she’s Welsh so good luck. So have fun!


Lots of love,


Cpt. Jack


P.S – Please don’t be sensible and bring her home straight away, otherwise I’ll have an angry teen on my case and I have Torchwood to worry about!’

 

[BrinkOfIndigo]

The Doctor never thought that his worst enemy would be his swimming pool.


"Nevermind the Daleks," he muttered,"I'm going to be defeated by a flooded cuboid of water." He was so occupied by this train of thought that he missed the unconscious girl completely, and as such he tripped up over her body and fell face first onto the cold, metallic floor of the TARDIS.


"Ow."


He got up slowly, rubbing at the bruise on his cheek that was quickly turning purple. As he turned back to see what the cause of his catastrophic fall was, he jumped back slightly. It was a girl. A human being. Why on Earth- No, nevermind why, how was she inside the TARDIS? He looked her up and down and noticed the note on her head. Grinning as if he was a genius and had actually worked something out, he picked it up and gave it a quick read.


"Welsh?" He said curiously. "Well I'll be damned. Guess I better take her home." As if trying to tell him something, the note slipped between his fingers and hit the floor. He bent down to pick it up, and then noticed the part at the bottom.


"Don't be sensible? Don't be sensible? Who does he think I am? Captain Sensible, whoever the hell that is? I'll show him. You hear that, Jack? I'll show you." He scoffed. "Sensible. Yeah right. Like I'm gonna listen to you, Jack. In fact, I'll make her my new companion. That'll show you. Now who's Captain Sensible?"


While he was muttering away to himself, the Doctor began to walk, and, as if the past two minutes hadn't happened, he tripped up over the girl's body. Again. This time he stayed silent, but got up and silently cursed Jack.


"Well then." He said, looking down at the girl, completely oblivious to the fact that unconscious people generally didn't reply. "What shall we do with you, Cassandra?"

 

[TheOddball]

Cassie had slowly begun to come around, hearing the last syllable of her name. It took a while for her to open her eyes, and even when she did so, the vision was hazy. She stared upwards, focusing on her surroundings, whatever they were at least. She was in the oddest room, metallic with curved arches. Who was that American man? She hadn’t forgotten anything, even the white light she saw.


Her head was throbbing with a dull pain. She was fairly sure he didn’t knock her out. Maybe he drugged her? She propped herself up on her side after much effort. He had been in the corner of her eye but now, vision recovered, she finally saw him. He was a lanky man with dark messy hair, wearing a suit…and red Converse, who was looking down at her. There was a giant console in the centre of the room, with a weird blue cylinder thing.


Thoroughly confused and just a little bit scared, she sat up straight.


“What happened?” she murmured, unsure of what to do with herself. “Where did that other man go?” She tried to get to her feet but her legs felt like jelly and she thought she might just throw up, not knowing that being teleported for the first time generally did that to you. Or knowing she had been teleported at all.