Still Got Tonight (Doctor Who Fanfic)

This my first fanfic so I'm sorry if its awful. I am not the most successful writer, unless it's a topic I like. I guess it would be best if I just dive in right? All right here we go. I don't own any characters from the series or the iPod. (I don't feel like being sued today.)

Xx Annie

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Chapter One

I plug my headphones in to my iPod and turn on some music, trying to enjoy my flight home.

It had already been an awful day, and I certainly didn't want to socialize with the strangers around

me. I gazed out the window dreaming of the islands and the beaches, I just left. It's New Years

Eve and I imagined partying on the beach with Shaggy. I knew the only direct flight was today

and I really didn't want a ton of layovers. I stare out the window from seat 7A still thinking of

what I could be doing. Loud music, fruity drinks, densely packed in to people to celebrate the new

year. The whole idea just made me even more upset to go home, and if I could go back in time I

would change that. The colors in the sky are slowly fading to a deep black, with speckles of light. I

just stare out the window admiring how lucky I am just to be able to do this. I turn back to my

iPod to put on a happier song seeing as I start to get depressed. I look up and turn towards the

window, I see a blue police box flying next to the plane. I blink to make sure I'm not imagining

this. A head pops out of the blue box, and looks at me. I must of had a confused look on my face,

because he gave me a friendly wave.

I think I'm going crazy, British Police Boxes don't fly last time I checked. I hesitantly gave a

small wave back, unsure about this whole thing. He mouthes to me asking me where we are

heading . I grab my iPod and write "New York" and hold it up to the window giggling.

He nodded and went back inside the box. I look down at my iPod and notice an

iMessage alert. I open it up confused, knowing that there isn't any WiFi on planes yet. I read the

message giggling, and think maybe today will be a little better. I look at the picture message

admiring the cursive. I screenshot the picture, and set it as my wallpaper. It read "Hello I'm the

Doctor." I look out the window again, he was gone just like that. I write back, hoping maybe this

"Doctor" will respond again. I type back asking him why he was flying next to our plane. I was

curious as to how he got my email, for iMessage. I guess a man in a flying police box can get

whatever he wants. After a moment or two, a notification pops up. It said "Well the TARDIS

accidentally got its signal and followed it. What's your name?" I sat there for a moment staring at

the message. I turned away as the curious man next to me, tried to look at the screen. I tell him

that its none of his business, and he shouldn't be so nosy. I wait a bit so I don't appear desperate,

then I type back.

"I'm Hannah, how are you typing to me? There isn't WiFi on the plane. Also how did you get my

email?"

I change the song again. I can't stand hearing the same artist in a row. I lean back into seat

awaiting the next message. I pull my legs up thinking of the next thing he'll say.

"The TARDIS WiFi connected to your iPod." I read to myself. Thoughts raced through my

head, what do I say next, do I say something funny or witty, do I send a picture back? So many

things I could do but I only responded "oh that's cool." I click back to my playlist, I need a serious

confidence boost. I put on "Don't Rain on My Parade" from Barbra Streisand. It reminded me of

when I was younger, and gave me a little bit of hope. Still my mind wandered back to the Doctor.

Who was he? Where did he grow up? Why does he fly around in a blue police box? What if he

wants to eat me? So many questions swirled about in my head, driving me mad. I was so wrapped

up in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice that he had already responded. I read the message

to my conscious who was mad at me for responding.

"Isn't it just the coolest! She is so amazing, my old girl that is." Old girl? He talks like its his

sports car. The thought of him stroking his blue box made me laugh. I looked back at the message

smiling when a Skype call appears from "TARDIS." I hit answer confidently, except I lost all nerve

when it said 'connecting.'