Author: Daydreamingofothers PM
The Doctor touches people's lives everywhere he goes without even realising it sometimes. Some of the people personally affected by him have put foward submissions about their encounter on a website all about him.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 7 - Words: 5,340 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 12-30-12 - Published: 02-27-12 - id: 7877383
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I am not that happy with this one, but I have however been stuck for inspiration: suggestions will be taken at this point. It was a bit of a spure of the moment-let's-write-the-first-thing-that-comes-to-my-head. I don't feel I got the Doctor's characterisation right either. Eugh, I'll just have to life with it. Reviews would be absolutely BRILLANTLY FANTASTICALLY COOL.
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, My laptop wouldn't be broken.
I walked into his machine. The blue police box that goes WOOO-EEEE-WOOO. I walked straight into it.
I'm Simon. And I walked into a bloody bright blue box. It wasn't even that I walked into it from behind or anything. I walked into it face first.
I remember the noise and the wind and the gradual fading that happened before I walked into it. I did however think my mind was playing tricks on me. It was the hottest day of the year and I was walking on a bloody big hill for this bloody stupid DOE (Duke of Edinburgh scheme for you non brits out there). I had also run out of water. It was natural for me to presume it was my mind playing tricks.
I walked into his box.
I was knocked out completely. Which is rather surprising, but it was really my fault- I was the one who fully consciously walked into his box. I must have been walked with some strength.
The next thing I know I am faced with a stunning brunette who is feeling my pulse and jumps back about five feet when she sees me just staring at her. She turned to a man who was also a brunette, but his hair was not shiny and as far as I was aware did not smell as good as her hair did. His hair looked like it had been under attack by a pair of ravenous gel coated hands.
He looked over at me and smiled, that's how at once I knew he was different. No one smiles like that- get real, you don't see people smiling like that at someone who they have just met.
Then again there was something off about his smile. The Doctor was a bit of a contraction. His smile was so bright and optimistic- like when you have finally figured out what you want to do with your life; then his eyes looked like they carried the weight of the world or had seen the end and regretted that he wasn't there to suffer too.
I sat up whilst the brunette and the man talked in muttered tunes. I walked over to them- my back was relieved to have my back pack taken off it. I coughed and they looked up at me. The man smiled and held out his hand- an action that made him look awkward, but I took it and shook it. He then introduced himself:
"I'm the Doctor" he then gestured to the pretty brunette "and this is Martha, you took a bit of a bump! Sorry about that, she-" he tapped the console that stood next to us "can act up! Now judging by the amount of mud on your trousers and the tent strapped to your backpack-I'm guessing you need to get to a campsite."
He then turned and flicked some switches. Martha began to brace herself. I soon learnt why as I was flung across the room and hit my head once more.
I can't remember much more really. I woke up at the camp site in a tent.
Apparently I just wondered out from the nearby woods with a bit of a dazed look on my face. I would never forget his or her face though.