The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)

Doctor Who?

It had been exactly three days since the Daleks annoyed that the Doctor was coming. Honestly, I was giving up hope, really fast, that anyone would save me. "Please. Please. Just this once, listen to my pleads and send someone to help!" I cried. A few loose tears fell down my face and I felt unstable, like I was going to explode. I was mad at the universe, mad at myself, mad at everything.

The Daleks had been so paranoid about The Doctor, they had forgot to give me that serum stuff. I was beyond happy because the serum had made me feel horrid. My thoughts eventually drifted from the Doctor as I went off thinking about the universe. All those colors, civilizations, all those people. That I would most likely never see again. I hurt, right in the hearts.

"The Doctor is here! The Doctor is here!" Some Daleks shouted. "Stay with the prisoner! Do not let her escape!" A passing by Dalek panicked to my guard. It stayed out and most Daleks rushed to a room where I presumed the Daleks where. Twenty minutes had passed and nothing. Well, if you don't count some Daleks getting blown up, but besides that, nothing.

Heavy footsteps could be heard from my cell, as someone ran down the hall. "Oi! What are ya doing there? What's so important about a wall?" A thick voice asked. The Dalek didn't answer but it wasn't enough for whoever was outside. And it wasn't enough for me. I stood up from the table and pounded on the panel/door. "Here goes nothing." I whispered as I shouted, "I'm in here! Help!" My voice cracked as I did so, but whoever was outside heard me and I heard the clashing of another fallen Dalek. A mechanical buzzing sound could be heard and the door shot open. Revealing...

Revealing a man who looked to be in his 30's or 40's, a black leather jacket hung on his shoulders, and a green t-shirt below that. His black jeans fit on his legs and his black combat shoes shuffled in the floor. He was holding a large gun, which had blown up the Dalek outside my cell door. His old, but young, eyes wandered around the cell and stopped when they landed on me, paralyzed with fear and wonder. His partly bald head poked inside the room and he smiled a bit. "Hello!" He waved a bit at me, which honestly astonished me. "Uh-" I was interrupted as the man gripped my hand and ran out into the hallway, dragging me along too. My mouth was still gaping. "What? How? Who?" I asked., my bare feet smacking against the metal flooring.

"Did I forget? Silly me! I'm the Doctor. And we're getting you off of here." He laughed, a bit insanely. My crazy eyes scanned the halls and I skidded to a halt in front of a door labeled, "2834." My fingers ran over the plate and I yanked the doorknob open and rushed inside. Inside was a large room that held all of my possessions. A Sonic Pen sat on a pile of red clothing and I grabbed the clothes and threw them on. My hair would have to wait. I threw my Sonic Pen in my pocket and heard outside the door after slipping on my shoes. The Doctor had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot impatiently. "Oi! There you are!" He said. We heard down the corridors again and I asked. "Earlier, you said you were the Doctor. Are you really?" I questioned. "Yes I am. And who do happen to be?" "But Doctor who?" I begged. "Trust me, it's just the Doctor. Your name?" "Uh- Rebel." I said as I spotted a Dalek heading down the corridor we were in.

"Hmm, Rebel. Rebellll. Rebel." He said, trying out my name. "I like it! Come on! Time to blow up the tin cans!" We laughed as we ran down the halls, hands intertwined.

A/N: THE DOCTOR! Just to clarify, this is before Rose, like right before. Okay? Umm. Yeah! Enjoy!! :)