Adventures: The Timey Wimey Kind

Chapter VIII: Old Friends, Just not Yours...

 You are completely out of breath. Running, you hear your feet and someone else's hitting the hard concrete surface making their way toward the edge. Running fast and hard all you can hear is your heavy breathing and the thuds from your feet. You see the edge now, are you on a cliff? How did you get there? You can't stop running but someone is chasing after you. You have to jump. Your body is telling you to. 

When you hit the edge of the cliff, you don't hesitate. you just jump off. You feel the air hit your face and run through your hair. The breeze was soft as you fell to your death. You started to slow down. How was that even possible. Scientifically that is ... impossible. You start to float and waiting for you at the bottom is the doctor. You land safely in his arms as he smiles widely at you. "I've got you. Don't worry." 

He looked into your eyes and leaned closer to your face slowly. Oh so very slowly. 

"(Y/N)!!!!!" You heard a muted voice. "(Y/N)" They called again louder this time. You sat up to a violent shaking. "Rise and shine!!!!!!!!" He shouted eagerly and dashed out of the room. 

You sat up in bed and sighed. It felt like you had just been holding your breath. The Doctor had a tendency to startle you. You got up out of bed, flinging the blankets up and off of you and made your way down the hall to the console room. Your hair was frazzled as you walked up the steps and scratched your head, eyes squinting at the bright light. 

"Wow, you slept in," Jack laughed, book in his lap. "Do you know what time it is?" He asked. 

"Does it matter?" You paused. "Cause we are in the TARDIS we make time if we lose it." You retorted. 

"Definitely not a morning person." Jack rolled his eyes. 

Your eyes adjusted to the lighting after a bit as you plopped yourself down in the leather chair. 

"Doctor, Can we get breakfast because I think my stomach is eating itself." You moaned. 

"Sure! Where would you like to go, France 10,000 years from now? A different planet completely? Oh, we could go to Zatharia. They have nice food. NO! WE COULD GO TO-"  

"Just going to be plain here but, Earth. 2017. Today." You started to perk up from your morning grunge. 

"How BORING!" The Doctor smiled sarcastically. He started to flip switches and turn knobs. "You might want to get some clothes on." He laughed. 

You looked down at yourself realising you were in a T-shirt and short shorts in front of two very attractive men. Your face flushed red and you quickly scurried your way to your room changing into the outfit you had picked yesterday. You still had a lot of trouble comprehending the fact you weren't human. In fact, now that you recall, you didn't really even remember a childhood. 

"Huh," you thought, pulling up your thigh socks, "that's... concerning." 

You slipped your grey trench coat on and grabbed your sonic screwdriver, examining it. It really did look quite similar to The Doctor's but it had a green light on it. It looked like the light was enclosed in something clear though. You fiddled around with it a moment and when you pressed the button the top popped up about 4 centimetres and transparent encasing the light was enclosed in opened up into five pieces. It made you jump. You tried to play it cool for your own sake and slid the device in your breast pocket. You thought it might be a good idea to take it, as it seemed The Doctor never left the TARDIS without his sonic screwdriver. You made your way to the door, but as you did, you walked past your full body mirror. You stopped to take a look at your thin but fit body and olive skin. You had a medium sized bust and a large bum. Your hair was textured and crinkly almost; much like a mix between curly and straight.  Your eyes were green and you couldn't get over your thick lips.