Tales of a Time Lady (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

1: Chapter 1: Beginnings

The TARDIS screeched to a halt. It had stopped rocking and moving, Lady lifting the huge black handle and pulling out the brake.

"Noisy, aren't you?" She smiled and stared at the glowing centre tube. "Now!" She clapped and addressed her beautiful ancient machine. "Where did you take me this time?"

She skipped down the steps, her incredibly wild white hair bouncing on her shoulders and slowly opened the door.

It was present day London. The buildings were 21st century, the cars fairly modern. Lady pouted. But something was wrong. Lady stepped outside cautiously. It was empty. Not a soul in sight. It was night-time, she admitted, but it wasn't usually this deserted.

The TARDIS had landed in a park surrounded by tall buildings, which were fairly spaced apart. No one walked or drove in the area.

"Hello?" She called, a hand raised to her mouth. "Hey! Where did all you humans go? Come on, you never disappear this quickly!" She smiled and curled her lip. She folded her hands behind her back and walked around. "My goodness this is boring. You-who! Anybody?"

Lady snooped around the streets until she heard a loud screeching noise. "Huh?" Before she could blink she was suddenly knocked to the ground. The screech turned explosive and she felt a sudden gust of heat against her skin. Flustered, Lady scrambled to her feet.

A pair of hands firmly held her down. Lady had been thrown into an alleyway behind a couple of dustbins. She peeked over and saw a scorch mark of the spot where she had just stood. She swallowed and addressed the person who had saved her.

It was a young boy, of 21 years, with messy brown hair. His face was dirty and had bags under his emerald eyes. He wore two sweaters and a long battered coat. Tied around his waist was another jumper and a long striped scarf was around his neck. Weathered boots tied to his feet and torn trousers covered his legs. Lady blinked and opened her mouth, but the boy lifted a finger to his lips.

"Quiet", he whispered. He pointed up and Lady followed. Above between the buildings was a large faint airship. It made a low grumbling sound and reflected the street lights, making it glow. Lady stared in awe.

"Sweet." The boy's jaw dropped and stared, harshly whispering.

"Sweet? Are you kidding! That thing has been taking people for the past two months now! How is that sweet?" His eyes narrowed. "You're not one of them, are you?" Lady held up her hands and shook her head. He wasn't convinced. "Tell me something that they wouldn't."

Lady scratched her chin. "David Cameron is a massive clot."

The boy narrowed his eyes, but nodded and stood. "It's safe, the Cloud doesn't come back until the next night."

"Cloud?" The boy nodded.

"We call it that because whenever someone sees it, it's always said to be a cloud and ignored. Nothing more. Annoys the crap out of me." Lady laughed.

"Well, the good this is I know."

"What good is that?"

Lady smiled. "Because I know what it is." The boy lightened up.

"Really?" he said hopefully. But he then stopped and his face darkened. "How can I trust you?"

"I'm trusting you. And that is a good enough excuse." She nodded and walked over the dustbins and examined the scorch marks. Lady crouched down and pulled out a large long army knife, flicking out a little glowing device and scanned the marks. "Hmm…." She titled her head and curled her lip. "These marks, do you ever see how they're made?"