Doctor Who and Jessica Jones

Chapter 1 the fear

The Tardis whirred into a continuous hum as the tenth Doctor ran around his ship flipping switches. Grabbing onto a lever, he yanked it upwards with a loud

"Allons-y!"

With wild excitement dancing in his eyes and both hearts beating with adrenaline in his chest, he clenched his teeth shut in a roguish smile. "Come on! What's next? An army of Daleks or Cyborgs? Ah, come on, same old, same old! Where's the adventure?" His Scottish-Britain rogue accent dipped heavily in his voice as he clenched his teeth waiting for whatever destination the Tardis chose for him. Throwing back his head, he let out a hearty laugh as the ship spiraled through the usual wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff as this body loved to describe it.

With a sudden stop, the Doctor was hurled unceremoniously to the floor. The Tardis shut down with a soft hum. He really needed to take the emergency brakes off to stop the dreadful noise from each landing, but he knew he wouldn't. It would take away the dramatics each time he arrived. And oh, how he loved to make an entrance. Hopping to his feet, the Doctor strode out of the police box hands in the pockets and his caramel colored trench coat flowing behind him. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he looked around. The tall skyscrapers, crowded buildings, and herds of people surrounded him as he turned.

"New York," he muttered incoherently,

Recognizing the streets and the American lilt of people's voices around him. Running a hand through his hair before thoughtfully walking down the avenue.

"No, nothings good with New York. Too much,"

his brow furrowed as his nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Just too much. The old-old-old-old-old New York before everything was renovated. Ah, of course she takes me to New York."

He emphasized the last two words sending a spiteful look at his ship as he took a pair of red sunglasses from a nearby stand much to the chagrin of the seller and placed it on his face. Immediately brightening, the Doctor tapped a passerby on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, what date is it?"

The man grunted, brushing off where the Doctor touched his shoulder as if getting rid of possible germs that could ruin his suit.

"January 1st, 2016." The young businessman turned away miffed as the Doctor shook his head.

"Oh no, no, no, no!" He realized,

Rushing back to the Tardis, he raced to the controls.

"I can't be here! Not in this body!"

The Tardis refused to respond as he furiously pressed buttons and twisted knobs to no avail. Sinking to the floor rubbing his face tiredly, the Doctor leaned against the Tardis' control center in resigned defeat.

Meanwhile,

Jessica forced a smile from her face on Trish' love seat as Simpson offered her a beer. Taking it, she dipped her head back letting the alcohol burn its way down her throat. Trish laughed as the rugged blonde cop twirled her around to the music playing from the kitchen stereo. Champagne was for the taking on the table, a large handmade sign read 'Happy New Years of new beginnings', and everyone was smiling. Malcolm was nodding his shaggy head to the tune of the music, lifting his own glass of champagne to his lips. Luke was leaning against the counter arms crossed with an eyebrow raised at Jessica's slumped form. They were celebrating his death. Kilgrave was finally gone, no longer there to torment or use his mind control. She was finally free, no longer his puppet. Yet, she didn't feel like celebrating.