Sooo, this is my first bit of fanfic evvaa, though I have read quite a bit. So be patient, and I apologise for any spelling mistakes please feel free to point them out. Comment on bits - all feedback is welcome good or bad. I just hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tall, old, angry and scottish - probably the easiest way to describe the man who stood in front of Ash. His eyebrows flickered. They were fascinating; so thick, bushy and yet agile and expressive. When Ash didn't reply, the stranger glared at her, his impatience showing. "Come on girl. It's travel the world in my time machine, or spend the rest of your miserable life stuck in," He puased for emphasis, his face flickering with different emotions, "Woking. So make your mind up. I don't have all day." The accent was strong, and only just understandable. Ash played for more time. "You're a time traveller - you've got all the time in the world you said!" He glared at her again, annoyed that she'd caught him out. "Watch your tougne lass. I'm over 1000 years old, and I have saved this world, and the next, more times then there have been days. A little respect might not go amiss." Not sure whether he was lying or not, Ash pulled a face, realising as she did just how childish a reaction was. The Timelord's face told her that he hadn't missed that fact.
Taking a deep breath, Ash fully faced the man. "Who are you again?" He rolled his eyes but answered. "The Doctor, last of the Timelords of Gallifray." A muscle twitched in his otherwise blank face. Ash nodded slowly. It was hard to take in. One moment she'd been walking home from a girl's night in with her two closest friends, Beau and Dot, now on her own: the next her world had, literally, come crashing down round her. A creature with long steel teeth and fingernails and eyes that sucked up her very mind and thoughts, burst through the trees, clawing at her; the only living creature in sight. Ash had screamed, louder and more pained she had ever screamed before. Yet it was also the silentest she had ever screamed. the beast before her had taken iin the noise, fed on her emotions. Sucked it into it's mishappen body. Tried to suck in the rest of her after it. Then, at that point, the blue box had turned up, out of no where. And this angry old scottish man had leapt out with surprising agility, and zapped the monster with what could only be described really, as well a screwdriver. As the creature collapsed, the man had turned to Ash and held out his hand. When she hesitated to take it, he had snapped at her in impatient scottish. "Really? I jest saved your life and you aren't goin' tae trust me? The English - I never will get them." I frowned at him. Typical Scottish.
