𝕆𝕗 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

Part 2: Starting Over

a/n: i recently edited this a little so its a little different than the chapter i posted on tumblr or ao3.

You were hurling and spinning towards the blue planet. It was a rough ride. Entering the atmosphere, you began to burn up a little and crashed ungracefully into an abandoned alley, causing birds to squawk and made a loud ruckus. 

Groaning slightly, you stood up from the floor, brushing off some broken pieces of machinery and pulled yourself out of the TARDIS as black smoke billowed out of it. I really hope no one saw that. At least the TARDIS didn't blow up and we landed in an abandoned alley. Ok, calm down. What should I do now? you thought, freeing your leg from some wreckage. 

Looking at the TARDIS you sighed as you traced your fingers over the exterior of it. "Oh girl, we gotta get you fixed." you said, brushing off some scoot and dust off the-currently wrecked and battered-TARDIS. The TARDIS made a small sound and a laugh escaped your lips. Before you could say anything, a loud gasp startled you.

"What on earth happened to you?" a ginger woman asked, shock plastered all over her face.

"Um.. Excuse me?" you questioned, an equal look of shock and confusion on your face. "Who are you?" 

"Donna Noble" she said, shaking your hand and giving a small smile. What about you? and what in the name of all good things is that wreck behind you?"

"Uh, umm," you paused, thinking what name to use. You couldn't use your title, The Shadow, so instead you just settled with your real name, Y/N. No one else really knew your real name on Gallifrey except your parents so if anyone else survived they wouldn't know who you are. You didn't even know if anyone else survived. You could be the last living Time Lord. Or Time Lady, to be exact. You were startled out of your thoughts by Donna snapping her fingers in your face.

 "Did you space out or something? So strange. So what's your name?" Donna asked, muttering to herself a little. "Oh yeah. That. It's Y/N" you replied, turning back to the TARDIS.

"It's a shame isn't it? you questioned Donna, not taking your eyes away from the ATM machine, box, whatever the name for it is, you couldn't really remember. It's camouflaging still worked, apparently. You sighed, pulling out your sonic pen out and it glowed a soft f/c as you put the TARDIS in a small pocket of time and space so no one would find it. 

"Are you from space? " Donna asked, still processing everything, a look of wonder and awe in her eyes.

"Why would ever you think that?" sarcasm dripping from your voice, staring at her, fascinated.

"Because you came flying in the air from a box." Donna stated plainly, waving her arms everywhere and pointing at where the TARDIS had been and technically still was but in a pocket of time and space.

"Well, does that answer your question then?" you innocently looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised, while lying on the slightly scoot covered ground, arms propped up, looking comfortable despite being anything but. 

"No?" Donna scrunched up her forehead and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and slight frustration. 

"Well, you're smart enough to find the answer I suppose."

Donna rolled her eyes and let out a large groan of annoyance. 

"Look, if I tell you the truth about who I am, then you can never ever tell anyone okay?" you finally said, breaking the current silence. Your voice is serious and all traces of playful elements are gone. Standing up, you brushed off excess dirt and looked her over. There was a worried look in your eyes, and you bit your lip, pondering if you could trust her fully. 

"Alright, I promise." she responded, nodding while a smile grew on her face. 

"Stupendous!" you cheered, the light returning in your e/c eyes. 

You smiled at your new friend as you walked down the alley and into the sunlight, leaving the TARDIS behind and tried to start a new life. 

"I'm a Timelord or a Time Lady, really."

"And what is that?"

"Basically I'm an alien from another planet and I'm around 600 years old. I'm still quite young-ish. I don't really know what would be considered young I guess.. Still on my 8th regeneration though. " you spoke, looking forward to her reaction. 

Donna gasped and stopped in her tracks, making you trip a little. "What? How? What? What!" 

You chuckled, and shook your head in amusement. "yeah. I… I come from a planet called… Gallifrey. It was gorgeous. I miss it." your voice became shaky, as you tried swallowing a lump in your throat and keeping your tears at bay. "Oh. I've hit a nerve, haven't I?" Donna blurted out, wincing a little, biting her lip nervously. "Yeah… please don't ask questions about it." you mumbled quietly, looking down at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing you've ever seen. 

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry for whatever happened." Donna uttered, squeezing your shoulder for comfort. You gave a thin-lipped smile and continued walking, but looked at the stars once in a while. "Anyways, I've got to start a new life here, so do you want to share those things you call apartments or flats together and we can do whatever we want afterwards?"

"Sounds, stupendous." Donna laughed, quoting you from earlier. "Oh stop it, I knew it was a bad idea to say it from the start" you giggled, shaking your head and rolling your eyes as the both of you walked down the street. Unbeknownst to you, you weren't alone.