A
Doctor Who Fan Fiction story.
This
story was written in 2003 as a concept idea for if Doctor Who was to
return to TV,
how
it could be reinvented for new audiences. It was intended to be the
first in a series.
This
is the second and improved version of the story. It was originally
written under the title
'The
Diaries Of Emily Tyler' with Emily Tyler playing the part of Kirsten
seen here. Little did I know a Tyler was planned to be a major
character in the new series. Reading the story now, it is interesting
to see that some ideas I had weren't far off the actual new series.
Kirsten was walking home from school.
Dressed in denim jeans and small green t-shirt, she had her
head stuck in a book.
Kirsten turned the corner into the next rood as she did every
day to get to her home.
“Hey four eyes!” called a voice. It was Wills, the school
bully.
“What do you want?” she sighed.
“Don’t talk to him like that!” snapped Jack, an
accomplice and pulled off her denim blue sparkly bandana.
“Hey! Give that back!” Kirsten demanded and tried to grab
it off the boys.
Darren, another accomplice pulled off her glasses.
The three boys laughed.
Kirsten now had a trouble to see, everything was fuzzy. She
tripped up on a paving slab and fell flat on her face; her hardback book on
collectables flew up in the air and landed in some mud in a nearby junkyard.
Wills, Jack and Darren poked at the body, when they realised
it wasn’t moving, they ran off and dropped Kirsten’s bandana and glasses on
the way.
Over in the junkyard, a mysterious blue light began to flash
and soon a blue Police Box materialized in the corner of the junkyard, which
belonged to a Mr. I.M. Foreman.
The Doctor stepped out.
Now in his Ninth body, he wore black trousers and white shirt
with a black leather coat. He wore a necklace, which depicted the Seal Of
Rassilon on it.
He patted the box as he closed the door behind him.
“Where have you brought me this time, old girl?” he
coaxed.
The Doctor looked around the junkyard.
“Must have been several regenerations since I’ve been
here!” he said to himself as he realised it was Totter’s Junkyard in London.
The Doctor heard a moaning noise.
He pulled open the big, heavy, bulky, blue, metal doors that
were the entrance to the junkyard.
There he saw a young girl no older that 16 collapsed in a
heap on the pavement and a little way up the street was a pair of broken glasses
and a bandana which obviously belonged to the girl.
The Doctor picked up the body of the girl and her belongings
and carried her towards the TARDIS.
*
* *
A short while later Kirsten awoke in a daze.
She looked around the room; her sight was still slightly
hazy.
Kirsten could make out that she was in a bedroom with grey
walls and roundels dotted along two of the walls. The roundels looked as if they
were powered by a light bulb.
She was sitting in a bed made of white sheets and pillow and
a grey quilt.
The door opened. It was the Doctor.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. He handed Kirsten a cup
of warm liquid.
“Drink this!” he said.
“W-w-wh-what is it?” Kirsten stumbled.
“I believe you call it Blackcurrant juice.” Came the
reply.
Kirsten smiled a smile of thanks and sat up to drink.
After a while, Kirsten asked about her glasses.
The Doctor explained that he had injected her with a special
drug that would make her able to see without her glasses, rather like contact
lenses.
The Doctor got up to leave.
“I’ll let you have some rest now!” he smiled and told
her what to do if she wanted to have a bath or change her clothes and how to get
back to the console room.
Just as the Doctor was about to leave, Kirsten said:
“Hope you don’t mind me asking but, what is your name?”
The Doctor smiled and said, “You can call me…the
Doctor!”
Before the Doctor shut the door he turned to have one more
look at Kirsten but she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
*
* *
A while later, the door opened at the side of the console
room.
The Doctor had his elbow on the console and was looking
worried as the time rotator in the middle rose and fell.
“Something wrong?” asked Kirsten walking through the
door.
She had changed her clothes slightly to wear a denim dress, a
plain red t-shirt and a red bandana. Kirsten had also tied her hair into plaits.
The Doctor looked up slowly.
“Somehow the co-ordinates have been set to go back in time
about one million years.” He explained.
“Ha, Ha, very funny” said Kirsten. “Anyway, thanks for
your hospitality but I must be on my way now.” She continued.
“I’m afraid you can’t, we’re stuck with each
other!” the Doctor apologized.
He pressed a button on the console. Slowly the ceiling opened
like the opening of an eye.
Kirsten pulled up a chair and sat down.
“The TARDIS is a
timeship, it can travel anywhere in the
time and space continuum providing the planet you visit exists on the day of the
visit.”
“At the moment,” the Doctor sighed, “we’re travelling
back through a time vortex to Earth just after Stone Henge was built.”
“So what does TARDIS stand for?” Kirsten asked as the
Doctor slumped into another chair.
“Time And Relative Dimensions In Space” he grinned, “my
granddaughter gave it to me!”
“You don’t look old enough for a granddaughter!”
“Ah yes! I may look young on my physical output but I am
actually over 900 years old.”
“No way! That’s impossible!”
“Not when you’re a
Timelord!” the Doctor grinned.
“A what?”
The Doctor didn’t answer as he had noticed a strange
metallic hand disappear behind the door that led into the corridors of the
TARDIS.
“Stay right here and don’t touch anything!” the Doctor
suddenly said to Kirsten. “I’m just going to investigate something. I
won’t be long.” The Doctor took off his leather coat and ran off in the
direction of the corridors.
The Doctor ran through corridor after corridor but there was
no sign of a body, which the metal hand could belong to.
He was sure it looked familiar.
Suddenly, he heard a door slam shut. The Doctor raced back
towards the console room. It was the door that he had originally come through
into the corridors that was shut.
The Doctor tried to turn the handle but the door was locked.
“Kirsten, can you hear me?” he shouted.
“Loud and clear Doc!” she replied.
The Doctor muttered “Doc!” under his breath as if in
disgust.
“I appear to be locked in the corridors of my own TARDIS
and I don’t have the key.” The Doctor explained.
A bell began to ring.
“What’s that?” shouted Kirsten trying to get her voice
heard over the top of the noise.
“The cloister bell, it only rings in an emergency.”
“And we’re in an emergency?”
“We must be or else the bell wouldn’t ring. Now, can you
see a message at all on any of the screens?”
Kirsten looked at the screens.
“There’s a message flashing in red saying Crash Landing!
Is that what I think it means?” she asked with a worried tone in her voice.
“Yes Kirsten, it does.” The Doctor sighed. “We’re
going to crash on Earth!”
“…1 million years before my birth, Oh Doctor! What are we
going to do?”
“There isn’t much we can do except wait until we
crash!”
To
Be Continued in... The Stones Of Time.
