Feyona Johansson. A name no one's likely to forget.
A name full of courage, of sacrifice and bravery. A name with no mercy, but a name full of love.
"Oh, who're you kidding?" I mumbled to myself. I was definitely not courageous, or brave, or merciless. Feyona Johansson was the name of a coward, a loner, and a loser.
Feyona Johansson was the name of a silly little girl not worth a damn, and far too infatuated with fiction to bother with the real world.
Feyona Johansson was the name of me, the twenty-one year old American girl, caught on the brink of obsession with British men.
Well, technically one British man, if you don't count the faces.
If someone were to ask me who the most important man in my life was, oh, who else would it be other than the Doctor?
The man with a plan. The Predator. The Oncoming Storm.
Doctor, a word for wise man, healer. A word for warrior. A word for kind, and loyal, and very, very lonely. A word like no other, specially saved for a man like no other.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by an odd slobbery noise. It could have been a dog, but it sounded far too loud to be any animal that size.
"Hello?" I called out. The sidewalk was leading to a stretch of alleyways, dark and cramped and oh so New York.
The repulsing noise started up again, and out walked into the light something I would never have thought possible.
"You're something from Comic Con, right?" I stuttered, backing away from the real-looking Zygon making it's way towards me.
It spit again.
"Or maybe not." I backed up as far as possible, walking straight into a brick wall.
"Damnit." My breath came out sporadic, my heart racing in my chest.
"How is this possible? You're from a damn TV show!" I stammered, looking around to find an escape.
But one found me first. The whooshing noise I grew up with sounded like music to my ears, and the beautiful blue box I remembered from my childhood appeared just as the Zygon decided that instead of changing into me, it'd eat me.
With a faint scream and a smack of my wrists, the man I grew up to love rushed over with his Wibbly Detector and grabbed my hand.
"Run," he murmured, and I did as I was told.
Because how many times can you say you've met an alien from your TV?
Hello! Amelia here.
This is my first chapter of "Troubles In Time", co-written with none other than Rose cx But you already knew that.
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-Amelia
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Troubles In Time
FanfikceAlexis and Fey are just your average, obsessed Doctor Who fans. They have never met, but their passions for Doctor Who burn just as brightly. But when they get older, they control their obsession, and kind of grow out of Doctor Who. But when almost...
