𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

The Box of Wonders

Author's Note: Just a side note, I do tend to disregard some aspects of the show to make it work for my stories. So if anything is different, you know why!

A couple of side-notes: The ninth Doctor will be featured for the first three chapters or so. My OC's appearance is based off the actress 'Victoria Camacho'. She's actually the perfect vision for the character: Long, straight, brown hair with piercing jade-green eyes.

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"We've got an order for ham and eggs but hold the hash browns!" I hollered through the diner. I picked up old dirty plates off a table and hurried off to the front.

"No need to shout, we can hear you." Dominic, the cook, said behind the open window of his station.

"Sorry," I shrugged, "That's just how we Americans do it in diners. Amp it up!"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Joy, you're in England. That's not how we do it here."

"Then why'd I get hired?" I countered, chuckling.

"Because you're a charmer with that American accent." Our co-worker, Ami, walked over to us with a fresh, new dirty plates in her hand.

"What accent?" Dominic raised an eye brow, "She keeps switching it around from American to English so much I can't keep up."

"I do it to tease you," I mimicked his English accent, "But if you are confused, let me remind you that I am Mexican-American. I was born in America to Mexican-American parents."

"Which reminds me, have you called them?" Ami asked.

"Ami, I don't feel like having a bad night." I glanced to her, dead serious, "I'd rather pick up dirty plates and deal with rude customers."

"Well since you insist," she gestured to the tables that had been left by the customers. "How do you Americans say? Chop chop!" she clapped her hands.

I chuckled, "You got it."

"It's getting late," I heard Dominic say as I walked for the table.

"I hope the boss would let us out early." Ami sighed, "There isn't even people in here."

"Yeah, I've got my kids to look after tonight. Margaret's working the night shift this week. Terrible."

"Tell me about it, my brother is my brother but he might as well be my child. Honestly, 22 and still acting like a 10 year old." Ami shook her head.

I returned with new plates in hand, "Well maybe he doesn't like acting what you want him to be."

"Joy, he's older than me." Ami reminded me, "He should be taking care of me."

I smiled softly, "You don't want to depend on someone."

"Well we can't all be like you." Dominic said, making Ami and I look over, "My sister is 25 and she still acts like a teenager."

"Maybe because she's still living her life. What do you want to see from her?"

"I don't know," Dominic shrugged, "Getting an education or a job. Creating a family for herself."

"Don't you want her to be happy?" I questioned, raising an eye brow, "What makes you think she wants that?" Dominic remained quiet. "Honestly, that's the problem with people of today! They all want their children to grow up and get a job and get married. But what if we don't want that? What if we want to travel? What if we want to meet new people and places? Learn and do the impossible? Our life is so short and I don't think anyone wants to waste it."