Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Annette Marie--Pt. One

So, my new story isn't getting much love, so instead of accepting that I need to wait and or do better, I'm doing this:

I'll be putting my stories in pieces here, chapters at a time. This is Oneshots, Imagines, and Ideas--oh my!, so it's obviously not just imagines. Shouldn't take as much away from my time here, which is very good!! So read 'em, don't read 'em--they'll be here regardless.

The Miracle of Annette Marie--A Doctor Who Fanfiction

Prologue

She sighed and let out a small puff of her cigarette. It was highly illegal, that cigarette, and there were many adults around to see it. Luckily, nobody cared. Even in modern london, the urchins were mostly ignored. She had an old newsie cap forced over her spilling blonde hair, cheeks made rosy by the cold. Her gloves were fingerless, worn down to the point where she simply cut them off. Her long coat was tattered a bit, and her messenger bag looked ready to collapse. She had a pair of ill-fitting sunglasses on, in the middle of the night, and she was sipping a plastic dixie cup of hot drink.

Out of nowhere, a random coin plopped in it, and she groaned. "Damn!" She cried, and the stranger whipped back.

"Pardon?" It was female, and higher pitched, laced with an easy scottish accent. The girl scowled up at her. "Sorry ma'im, but I'm no beggar. You hear me peddling for change?" She dumped the cup into the snow, and the woman gasped. "I'm so sorry! Let me, doctor, c'mere! We're buyin' this girl a drink!" The girl's scowl faded, and she sighed.

"That's alright, miss. It wasn't any good anyways. You have a happy holidays, aye?" The woman, who had a rounded face and a pile of red hair, smiled sadly. The freckles on her face could spell out a constellation, and her eyes were deep and pretty. She had a red scarf slung over her neck, and a tall man with a quif suddenly joined her.

"Ah. Oh. You're...wow." He seemed a little choked up. "Excuse me? 'S not polite to stare. Anyways, as it were. A happy holidays to both of you."

She walked away, cheep shoes slapping and slipping on the icy pave.

"I'll see you soon, Annette Marie!" She spun back to see the man waving at her, excitedly. She shook him off and turned around, ready to head back to the foster house.

"The people you meet." She muttered, kicking snow in her path. "You're never quite ready for 'em."