The Castaway and The Doctor

Chapter 1

//Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction, actually my first time publishing anything, but I hope you like it!//

A rainy day is when it happened. It was Saturday too. Saturdays are good days. Something unusual always happens on a Saturday, though. Not that I don't like the unusual. It's just ever since that case, getting framed and being banished, I've just tried to lay low, hoping whoever killed my uncle and framed me would just let me be. Earth isn't so bad.

I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten ahead. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the Castaway. Not a name I chose myself, but it was given to me. When I got banished here, the Gallifreyan council, since it was the day I would choose my name and the oath that would come along with it, they chose it for me. So I became the Castaway. But I prefer to be called Cas. It sounds better as a girl's name than Castaway. Ugghh.

So, like I said. Gallifrey. That makes me a Time Lord. Regeneration, the whole kit-n-caboodle. This is only my fourth regeneration. I kinda like it too. Long dark hair, gray eyes, medium build and height.

And yes, if you're wondering, I know about the last Time War. But I was left out of the fighting. I had been banished centuries before. But I remember one day checking my star map, and Gallifrey was no longer shown.

Do you know? What it's like to lose everything you ever loved? And there was nothing you could do? It was all so sudden. I was just checking up on Arcadia one day, trying to keep up on the latest battle when suddenly, the little digital representation of my home just disappeared. Poof. Gone. Just like that. Don't know how. Even the Daleks were gone. They had been there one minute, and then the next... they were gone. My parents. My siblings. My friends, teachers, associates. All gone. Everyone I had ever known was gone. And my home: Gallifrey. The twin suns; I'd never see them rise or set ever again. The red grass, the silver trees... All gone.

I remember just being in shock for a week. I didn't do anything. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't move. I just stared at that computer screen inside my broken TARDIS. Someone must have crash landed it here a loooong time ago. I didn't actually go looking for it, but having a thousand years to roam the earth gives you plenty of time to find things. This one was practically scrap by the time I found it. But since it was the only thing I had from back home other than my belongings, I decided to take. It's quite nice. I have a home, but I don't have to pay rent or anything. The chameleon setting was the only thing that worked at the time, so I made it a suitcase (it was a rather large one. I had to be able to get out of it) and took it back home with me. Just parked it in a little used alleyway and turned the settings to a telephone box. What? They're cool. Superman uses one. But the rest of the hardware... that was a totally different problem. The computer, I had to make my own parts for that. The technology of Earth wasn't even close to what I needed. It took forever, but I got it running. It was my one way I could contact back home and now it was worthless. I didn't need it anymore. There was no Gallifrey to contact.

I tried to move on. Every day was a challenge. I had to tell myself to do things. "Get up and get some food, Cas, you're going to starve." "Clean up the TARDIS a little, you always feel better in a clean environment." "If you're lonely, just go out and get a friend. You'll find someone."

I did. I went out, wandered around. For four centuries I wandered the earth a second time, taking the TARDIS with me. I tried to make friends, but since trouble seemed to follow me everywhere, no one really wanted to stay in contact with me for long. And you wouldn't believe how many aliens can make their way to Earth in a single year. Especially England(That's where I was staying. It was wet, very wet, but I kinda liked it)! And every Christmas! Don't get me started. I don't know how the humans live with it.

Anyway, so I was walking down a lane, trying to ignore the cold and the rain on my way back to the TARDIS, when a half dismantled cyberman jumped on me from the large trash bin I was just passing. Well, it was more like the body of a cyberman threw his head at me. It banged right into my left temple and I crumpled to the ground.

Everything was spinning as I tried to fight off the tentacle-like cables still attached to it's neck. It already had my arms, so pulling it off now would be almost impossible. The face of the cyberman opened up and started clapping together like a sideways Pak-man, trying to eat my face.

You would not believe how hard it is to keep one of those things from eating your face. I kept trying to get my leg up through the gap to push it off, but it kept clamping on my knee. And that hurt. A lot.

I couldn't see a way of getting out of this by myself, so I started shouting. "Help! Help! Anyone! Help!"

All of a sudden, there was a sharp pain in my neck, and the already spinning world became more blurry. My vision was going in and out of focus and my eyelids were getting droopy.

That stupid head, it shot a tranquilizer dart at me!

I was just about to give up when I heard loud pounding on the asfalt and –

BANG! The head was smashed to bits, the tentacles fell away from my arms and all I could see of my savior was a blurry shape above me.

"Who....?" I started.

Then everything went black.

//Hope you liked the first chapter!//