Finding You~ Whouffaldi

Three out of five

300 years later

Clara's PoV:

Doing my good old business known as running and saving the world, I run through a spaceship. It is huge, the metal shining like silver, even though it was Vibranium. This matel was farely known in the univers while the 20th centurys so it's obviously out of the 50th centurys.

I take a closer look, the 59th century and a space ship of... the (search for a name here). Hmmm... interesting. Never saw those.

Suddenly, the ship jolt. Trying keep myself in a standing position, I hold onto the railing. Alarm lights switch on.

I turn around a corner and – cling onto a man. His silver Hair is curled and shines red in the alarm lights. My eyes wander down, his face is wrinkelt, he seems old and – oh man what's up with those eyebrows. They're huge. I mean he can defently murder someone with them! Or at least open a freaking bottle.

Doctor's PoV:

When I received the distress signal from an (add alien name) ship, I was skeptical. Why should they cry for help. THEIR tech is way overboard for their time. Plus there are no real people on the ship. I sighn.

Why would you need help then? I scanned the ship expecting it to say something like "valued resource" or so.

I chocked when I saw red dotes.

They simulate people. Wait

There are people on this ship.

Why? 

The ship is for goods only! So they came here illegally. Illegal refugees I suppose then.

A loud mechanical beeping brings me back to reality harshly. Right, first saving then figuring this whole mess out. What idiots have cause such a ruckus. I should go to the control room first. I start running, a business in which I should be at least an expert by now.

-When I suddenly bump into a small figure. After a second look I notice the small frame yet slender figure, long brown hair is flowing and ends on their shoulders. Their eyes turn to look at me, way too big eyes, brown like chocolate, dark chocolate. My favorite. It's a she, I deduce. And she is human.

Anywa- WAIT. Human!? Why is there a human here? It might be the 59th century but there is no way that (insert alien name) would allow a human onboard.

She must be a refugee then! There would be no other explanation.

"You go to the other refugees, tell them to keep their calm. I'm handeling this problem now." I demand. British accent. Weird.

Her eyes look at me, curious and no fear whatsoever. What an interesting specimen...

"'kay, I still need your name though" She calmly demanded. How much time does she think she has!? Ugh this woman already gets on my nerves.

"Doctor" I grumble and continue my way down hall.

"Then see you later, Doctor" she says, giving me a warm and big smile. A shiver errups from my body, there is defiantly something off about her. I shake the feeling off for now and continue my task at hand.

Clara's p.o.v:

"Doctor" He says, his dark voice makes me tremble, he reminds me of something, someone. After 200 years someone is able to revoke memories sleeping inside of me. I feel shivers of exitment rushing through my veins.

"Then see you later, Doctor" and it feels as if I have always said that, a smile forms on my face, the first genuine one in years. The smile rests on my face till I enter the hall with the refugees. Time for work, I tell myself.

I start by snoothing down the children. Surprisingly I am better with children then with adults. Must be because of my past.

I go over to the last one, a little girl, her eyes are watery, tears have already marked and embraced her rosy cheeks. They have forcefully carved themselves into her purple skin.

"Hey little one" I silently whisper so I won't surprise her. She is like a frightend kitty, clinging onto her knees as if they are her only life line. "What's wrong? Will you tell me? See, I am your friend" My hand extends to her. Palm upside and open. Shyly she takes the tip of my finger. Cute.

"My... my brother." Her voice is so silent I almost mistook it as the wind. Silent yet calming and sweetly high. Tears form yet again. Oh no! I wanted to stop them, stupid, useless me.

"Is he on the ship?"

A nod.

"Is he here?"

A shake.

God fucking dammit. She must have felt my frustration since tears flow yet again.

"No,no,no,no don't cry, what's you name little one?" I ask desperately

"Yff"

"Ok, Yff here is the thing, I will go out and look for your bother, all right?" a nod " and you stay here and make sure everyone is save. Ask the adults for help, okay? I count on you" A last wink at her and mischiefious grin then I am gone.

Running through the ship I overthink my next turn. Where's the Doctor?

No, why do I turn to him when I need help if been through this enough. Control Room, I see I go to the Control room meet up with the Doctor, help him fix the system and find the young boy on the security cameras. Easy. A small nod to myself shows my own approval. Damn, I am so lonely.

When I finally arrive, I open the door loudly causing a small sound when the door hits the wall.

Infront of me are six men. Five of them have weapons, the other one, the doctor, has his hands in the air. Useless. Three out of five now point their guns at me. Wow is this math now?

Finally a part two owo more is coming (hopefully) soon