The Doctor and his Dreamer (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter One: The Beginning

Strange things happened that day. That one, single day. The adventures I had, and still have with him are... amazing. This one strange day changed my life forever. Really, for eternity. There is no turning back now.

Sunday morning, June 28th, 2011. I had been woken up by the most peculiar dream:

The golden sunlight shone on my face as I ran across the park's field. I stopped at one of my favorite climbing trees, and started up it. While lying against a firm, sturdy branch for not more than five minutes, it became as dark as midnight. The smell of fresh flowers that had filled the air had faded. Not a speck of light was anywhere to be seen; not even a star. I tried looking around, trying to make out any familiar figure. I clenched onto the branch I had been steadying myself on in an attempt to sit up straight. I was about to attempt to get down when I saw light coming from a crack in... I couldn't make out what the crack was. I inched over to it, trying to be careful, and flung my hand over the object when I had reached it. The crack was coming from the opening of an old fob watch... fob watch? I had only seen them in pictures. Curiosity overwhelmed me, and I wiggled the watch out of its place; it was as if it were embedded into the bark. As soon as I did this, I heard a wheezing sound... something I had never heard before, coming from some kind of machine. I shook the thought of what machine it could be, and cautiously opened the watch. It was nearly open, yellow shimmering light spewing from it, until I heard a man's voice say, "Not here!"

The image became a blur, and I woke up. My hand went to my forehead and realized I was sweating and panting. I sat up, replaying the dream in my head. It was extremely vivid, unlike anything I had ever dreamed before. It was all so detailed... so clear.

I kept wondering about the interesting dream I had, that is until I was interrupted by my mother's voice calling, "Hanna! Breakfast!"

Rubbing my tired eyes, I replied, "Okay, coming!" As I lazily swung my legs over my bed, I glanced at a vintage-looking map I had owned since I was fourteen. On it were thumbtacks, marking everyplace I wanted to go. I was beginning to wonder why I still had it; with the way my life is headed, no way Ill ever have enough money to go to any of those places.

While walking down, I noticed that it was going to be another sunny, summer day. Sunshine was streaming out of every window, every tiny crack into my house. I looked into a nearby mirror alongside the wall next to the staircase and saw my light brunette bed head. Under stray strands of hair were my two bright, green eyes and my caucasian skin.

I walked downstairs until I finally felt the cold tile of the living room on my bare feet. The scent of food was amazing; bacon, eggs, and toast. You could all smell it RIGHT there. I rounded the corner, leading me into the kitchen and family room.

"Good morning, Hanna!" Mom exclaimed when I reached the kitchen. I embraced her, then went to fetch the Sunday news for Dad. My little sister, Peyton, demanded I get her milk, but I just waved her off. I love her, but she needs to stop being... such a little sister.

After I ate, I asked my mom if I could go to the park, as I felt the need to go there and go outside. I got the usual reply, "Yes, but bring your cell, and don't talk to anybody you don't know." Peyton whined asking if she could come, but I told her wouldn't be gone long. Hurriedly finishing my breakfast and brushing my teeth, I ran out into the blinding sunlight with a smile.

I was bathed in sunlight at the field. I ran out onto the grass-covered hill, nearing one of my favorite climbing trees. "Deja Vu?" I thought, but couldn't quite remember why. I started up the tree, and smiled bigger than when I had left the door. Another perfect day, I thought. Leaning against a branch, I stared at the big, pouffy clouds above. All was peaceful until suddenly, in a blink of an eye, I couldn't see. It was pitch black, and was too afraid to step anywhere, incase I fell out of the tree. My dream... that's what it was! I had felt like I had been forgetting something all morning, ever since I had begun walking downstairs. Could it be some sort of a... premonition?