Fixed in Time (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Fitting in on Planet Earth

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My first impression of earth was an empty, dingy street on a rainy day. Not exactly the most desirable of circumstances. I had a view of ordinary brick-made houses situated close together, an asphalt road, a few dusty 'cars' (as the small vehicles used by humans were called), and boring wooden fences. I felt the final buzz of the beam that had transported me leave my body and then my eyes widened as the realisation hit me.

I was on Earth!

After over forty years of wishing, I'd finally gotten exactly what I wanted. Who cared if I wasn't in the flashiest part of the planet, or if I was alone, or if I had no idea what to do from here on out? I wasn't under the tyrannical rule of the time lord's anymore. I was finally free.

I laughed, loud and clear, and then I remembered the pack in my hand. Moving over to a bus stop, where I could at least be under cover, I pulled it open and began to examine the contents. First I grabbed a small purse, inside of which was all the identification I could ever need; birth certificate, passport, tax file number. I glanced at all these and giggled as I realised what they'd decided as my last name. Susan Coche, ha. It didn't mean anything, it just sounded silly and I was already so elated that I couldn't help but find it humorous. Then, of course, there was a small amount of money, and a slip of paper with details about a bank account that had been opened in my name. There wasn't much money in there, but who really cared? I could easily make money. Last of all in the purse was a deed to a house. I crinkled my brow. What? Suddenly my eyes travelled up the road to alight on a house with a sign reading 'Sold' on it. I glanced down at the deed, read the street name and number, and quickly surveyed the house. 45 Totters Lane, Shoreditch. Yep, this was it.

I ran over, smiling. Now, you're probably wondering why the time lords would go to so much trouble to make the life of an exile comfortable, and how on earth they managed it in the short time they had between my capture and my exile. Well, you see, mainly it was a way to show their power. It took practically no effort for them to organise all this, powerful as the time lords were, and it made 'criminals' indebted to them. The way they managed to prepare all this is simple. Time travel. Once the request was made for an exile's pack to be prepared, the time lord agents working on it would travel to that place, organise everything, put the stuff together and then send it back in a time pod to a few moments after the request was made. Just one of many useful things the time lords can do.

I reached into my pack once more and pulled out a key. Barely containing my glee, I opened the gate of my new house, strode up the path and climbed the stairs before standing in front of the door. Smoothly, I slid the key into the lock and grinned as I turned it and heard a click. The door swung open and I entered my home.

After exploring the 3 roomed place, seeing as I was the only person needing it, I sat down on one of my new chairs (bought second hand but still cool) and pulled out the last few things in the pack.

One was a beautiful blanket, and I choked back tears when I saw it. It was the blanket my mother had made me when I was little. Evidently she had used her influence as CIA to allow her to send this to me. I hugged it tight, thanking my mother, wherever she was now, and silently missing her, just for a moment. Then I placed the blanket to the side, and pulled out the next thing. A glassy white cube, which I almost dropped when I realised what it was. An Information Matrix, which, like all of its kind, wasconnected to the Matrix on Gallifrey, and allowing me a link to my home planet.

"Thank you." I whispered softly.

That night I fell asleep soundly in my new bedroom under the blanket my mother made me, content that for once I had a chance to pave myself a new future.