Second Chances (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Author's Note: Ok, so this is my first real shot at writing fanfiction so I'm open to criticism. Obviously I don't own rights to any of the characters from the show, they belong to the BBC.

Chapter 1:

*Quinn's POV*

I can't believe this. I'm going to lose my job for sure this time. I could already hear my boss yelling at me, "This is the last straw Quinn! I'm running a business here, not a charity! If you're not going to show up on time, then don't bother showing up at all!" I was running as fast as I possibly could, and the rain wasn't helping.

I was almost an hour late for work for the third time this week. It's difficult to pay for a cab daily on minimum-wage. Also, there's been the nightmares. They started a couple weeks ago, but have been getting worse to the point where I've slept through my alarm almost every day. And worse yet, I can barely remeber them which bothers me to no end. I only know they're nightmares because I always wake up terrified and panicking.

I sprinted around the corner onto the street where the cafe was that I work at, only to stop dead in my tracks. The cafe wasn't there. The whole street was lined with darkened apartment buildings that looked like they were abandoned several years ago. I must've been in such a hurry that I completely missed my street. There was no one around that I could ask for directions. I shouldn't have expected so in this weather.

I turned around to go back the way I came when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. There was a blue telephone box of some sort about a block down the deserted street. All the buildings and everything here were dark and dull and abandoned, but this box looked new. I didn't even think these boxes were still around.

I was already late for work so I may as well go and check it out. I ran across the street to investigate. The sign above the door said "Police Public Call Box." There wasn't a single mark anywhere on this box. It looked brand new, untouched. It just didn't fit in, it should be dull and broken and have peeling paint like everything else on this street.

I pushed on the doors to see if it would open. I didn't really expect to find anything, I was just curious. They didn't budge. A sign on the door had PULL TO OPEN written in large letters, as if it was trying to make a point. Surely enough, the doors gave no resistence. I must be seeing things because this was not possible. There was a gigantic room inside the tiny police box.

I stepped inside expecting to bump into the back wall of the box as I came to my senses. Nope. The room just kept going. It was definitely not an illusion. I ran back outside and looked all round the box. I ran all around it with no clue of its actual size. It wasn't next to a wall so it couldn't be part of a building. I went back inside to see what I could find.

There was a console of some sort with lots of buttons and levers in the center of the room. Probably best not to mess with that. Several walkways led to other areas, and the whole room had a sort of orange-ish lighting. It was like some weird cross between retro and space-age. I'm pretty sure I was going to be fired anyway so I may as we'll stay and look around. I was just about to walk into another room when the front doors opened.