Chapter One- Amnesia
The only thing I remember is waking up.
When I say waking up, I don't mean from a good night sleep. I mean resurrection. The last thing I remember before death is someone screaming my name. The Doctor. The name bounces around in my mind. I sit there in front of an empty fireplace trying to remember who this Doctor was. The Doctor. My head hurt from thinking so hard on the matter. Then Doctor Smith enters the room. Doctor Smith is tall, thin, lanky and a bit handsome. Most of the time he wears a blue pin-stripe suit under the long, white coat that often accompanies it. He always came in with a big cheeky grin on his face, like he always has something to show me. And that he did. He has always got these weird and wonderful gadgets to show me.
Today he brings in something called a time vortex manipulator. "A time what now?" I ask a little gob-smacked, "a Time Vortex Manipulator. It's a time traveling device." Is he joking? I ask myself, but that friendly smile never leaves his face. Out of all the doctors that come to visit me, Doctor Smith is my favourite. He's just so easy to talk to and fun to be around, it's like we've been friends forever. But that wouldn't be right, because I only truly remember one person, and even that memory is hazy. It's just a name after all, what good would it do?
I sit there in front of the empty fireplace, thinking about the doctor, all I remember of him is a blurry image. Then I get a small headache, and the picture is gone again. "This always happens," I mutter to myself. All of a sudden the door burst open making me jump, and who should walk in but the doctor who always asks me hard to answer questions, Doctor Jones. "So how are we today?" I hadn't spoken in days. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?" Doctor Jones sounded agitated. "Doctor Jones, why can't I remember anything?" I ask sounding sad. "It's just a bit of amnesia it'll pass, I promise. Now why don't we have another crack at getting that memory back, eh?" Doctor Jones asked trying to sound upbeat about the situation. "Yeah sure."
"Now after the therapy do you remember anything else?" Doctor Jones asks hopefully. I'm in tears staring at the empty fireplace, I don't tell her that the doctor's voice is getting stronger, that there is still interference with my one and only recollection. I shake my head and look down in disappointment "no, sorry." Doctor Jones just looks down, "don't worry, we'll find a way to get your memory back. I'm sure of it," she says as she puts a hand on my shoulder. "Well that concludes our meeting for today. See you next week, yeah?" As she leaves, I go and sit back down in front of the empty fireplace and break down into tears. As I am crying a hand is placed on my shoulder and a voice follows the gesture. "Shh, there, there, its okay we'll get your memory back." Suddenly, I recognise the voice. The only memory I own brings his name forward, "Doctor!" I turn around only to see an empty room. I am truly alone.
There's a knock at the door. "Hello? Can I come in please?" Without a second thought, I get up from the floor and open the door. "Hi, Doctor Smith. Come in." He looks at me with a small grin, "please, start calling me John." As John came into my room he sat down on the chair watched me as I went and sat down in front of the unlit fireplace. "Hey can I ask you something?" Doctor Smith asked, obviously curious. "Sure," I said in a mono-tone, "why don't you ever light the fireplace?" The question startles me, I've never thought about it before. "I don't know I guess I just never get cold," I say hugging my knees. "Do you want it lit?" John asks pulling out a lighter and setting fire to the wood. As he does that I scream and scramble away. Instantly, he turns it off looking shocked and pained. He ditches the lighter and puts his arms around me to help me up. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I don't say anything because of the shock.
After a while, I mumble a simple, "I'm fine," and John releases me from his arms, only to see me lose my balance. As I fall I feel one hand holding my back and one arm holding me around my waist as he sets me down on the ground. I fell all dizzy laying there as John sets me down slowly and softly. As I look up at the spinning Doctor, I see a certain sadness in his eyes that makes me empathize with him. "You don't seem okay" he says softly, he bends over and kisses my forehead lightly. All of a sudden the world stops spinning, and everything is back in focus. I glance up at John dazzled, I never knew he had feelings for me like that. "John?" I ask a bit dumbfounded. "Yes?" he asks me like he's wanted this his whole life. "You're kind of on top of me here." I say trying not to sound too uncomfortable. "Yes, yes, yes oh okay, heh whops sorry u-um yeah you um look much better now." he sounds like a teenager when he is embarrassed. I can't help but giggle. "I feel much better now, thank you, John." I lean up and give John a peck on the cheek. Just as I am pulling away, John holds my arms, looks me in the eyes and says, "Rose?"
Okay hey guys. So this is my first story I've written. First I'd like to say a special thankyou to my friend Heavenlyfxre for editing this story for me. Also I love a bit of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism but not full on hating please. I would love to know what you think and where I can improve so I can make this a better story as I expand on it. Enjoy :)
Thanks, scarletjazzy. *smile*
Disclaimer *I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO OR ANY CHARACTERS USED* (Wish i did though)
