Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and never will. If I did, Rose would have stayed in as the Doctor's companion for more seasons than just two, oh and I definitely would be richer. But I do own Sophie McQueen and any other characters I make up.
Summary: All Sophie McQueen expected when visiting her best friend, Rose Tyler, for Christmas was having a good time, spending time with her friend, and getting to know her friend's family. She defiantly didn't expect meeting a man called the Doctor, someone who she had been told stories about, and getting involved in adventures dealing with aliens. And she most defiantly didn't expect to fall in love with him.
Author's Note: Here's a brand new Doctor Who fanfic from yours truly. If you haven't, please read my other DW fanfic called Charlene, Charlene Who. I would love more reviews for it. But anyway, this is just a prologue but it could be read as a first chapter since it's going to be long. In here I'll be introducing a new character and her name (as stated from the disclaimer) is Sophie McQueen. She's connected to a character from the Doctor's past but I'm not telling you who it is at this point. You'll see later on specifically at the end of the chapter but there are hints throughout. I do have a full back story to Sophie but I don't want to write it all down in this author's note so things about her story will be reveled as the story goes on. Might be little things or big things but I will tell you that her parents died when she was little and she lived with her aunt until she went to college, oh and she's American. Sophie is faced by Candice Accola; you may know her from the show the Vampire Diaries. I love her as an actress and I could see her playing Sophie perfectly. One last thing, this story starts in season 2 and follows the Christmas Invasion episode and the episodes following that episode but of course with a new addition to the team which is Sophie of course. Anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you think! :D
Edit: Finally decided to go back to the beginning of this story and do some revising to the story! Not changing anything much, just going back through and fixing grammar and maybe even add some stuff. :)
I slipped on my glasses, letting them rest on my nose, as I looked down at the letter in my hand. It was the latest in a long line of letters from my best friend in England, Rose Tyler. Well, technically it was the last letter I got from her. I used to live in England with my aunt, which was where I met Rose. I was ten years old around that time and we were living in the apartment next to Rose and ever since we moved there, we had been best friends. But then we moved so Rose and I started writing to each other instead. And though it was more common to email now, we still wrote letters. It was something we were used to, so we weren't going to change any-time soon. I opened the letter and read through it quickly. It told me that her job had blown up and she was now unemployed and she didn't know what to do about it. It was already too late to reply to it as I received it on March 5, 2005 and it was now December of 2006. So, I just slipped it in the pile of letters that were in my desk drawer.
"Another letter from your pen pal?"
I turned around in my swirling chair and saw my friend and room-mate, Samantha Gilbert, standing outside of my bedroom door, leaning against the door frame. She was a short and slim young woman with long brown hair to her shoulders and brown eyes. She was much different compared to my tall and slender form.
I nodded. "Yeah, but it's a really old one," I told her, turning back around to continue reading the letter.
"You really should put your glasses closer to your eyes," Sam commented jokingly as she went to stand beside me with her arms crossed over her barely there chest. "Might help you see better, you know?"
"I can see just fine, thanks," I said, rolling my eyes a little, amused even though she couldn't see it since I wasn't looking at her. My glasses almost fell off of my face from bending down to get a closer look at the letter, some of it was smudged from the pen that Rose had used, so I couldn't see it very well.
"If you say so," my friend said in a sing song voice. I shook my head and turned to grin at her.
Though Sam wasn't my best friend, she was very close to being one. She was one of the few people that were nice to me when I moved to go to college in America. Most people thought I was a nerd and stuck up because I didn't talk that much. Which was only half true, I was kind of nerdy, but that was the extent of it. I wasn't stuck up, not by a long shot. I loved going to school even when I was very little. My auntie always thought that I would make it big. I wasn't really sure about it. That was one of my flaws; I didn't have that much confidence in myself. I wish I did, but I just didn't. Anyway, back to Sam, she had come up to talk to me during lunch while I was studying; even though her friends told her not to give me the time of day. Thankfully she didn't listen and we became friends immediately after that; a week later we found an apartment together, close to the college and we've been living there ever since.
"Oh," Sam said, snapping me out of my thoughts as I pushed my glasses back up my face, so that they were back where they had originally started. "Your aunt called, she needs to talk to you."
I nodded, smiling widely to myself. I loved it when my aunt called. She lived all the way in England, and I missed her a lot. She was the one who took care of me after my parents died in that horrible car crash. I was in the car when it happened and to be honest, I thought it was my fault. I could remember that day as clear as if it were yesterday, despite the fact that I had only been six years old when it happened.
My dad, my aunt's brother, was driving and he went to help me pick up something that I had dropped. Because of this, he didn't see the big truck heading his way and when he finally did, it was too late. So ever since then I thought it was my fault because if I hadn't dropped something, my parents would still be here today. I wouldn't trade my life living with my aunt for anything but I still wished that my parents were still here to watch me grow up, but it was too late for that now.
"Thanks Sam," I told my friend as I stood up from my seat, leaving my room which went into the living room.
I went over to the home phone we had. I did have a cell phone but I mostly just used that for job related stuff. However, I haven't had a job in years since coming to America for college.
I didn't actually go to college any-more. I was tired of living the same day over and over again and the studying and the late hours – blah-blah-blah.
But I didn't tell my aunt about this yet. It would just break her heart if she learned that I gave up on my schooling.
I shook my head at the ongoing thoughts in my head as I dialed my aunt's phone number and she picked up on the first ring. "Hey, Sam said you called," I said into the phone, smiling though my aunt couldn't see it.
"Hello love, how are things? School going well?"
I bit my bottom lip, practically chewing on it. Something I did when I was nervous.
"Yeah, school's great." I lied. "I got a high score on my Calculus test today."
"That's my girl."
I winced at how proud my aunt sounded and I felt bad for lying. I really wanted to tell her but I just couldn't…I've never lied to my aunt before and I told her everything, so it was hard for me to keep this big secret.
"Yeah…" I changed the subject. "So was there a reason you called?"
"No, no reason love, just wanted to check up on you. But I was wondering if you were still planning on visiting your friend for Christmas."
Oh right! I wanted to smack myself in the head. I had forgotten about that. Rose had invited me a long time ago to go see her during Christmas, which was coming up in two more weeks. I didn't have the money to do that. But I did now so I was going to see her this Christmas. Her mother, Jackie Tyler, knew that I was coming and she said that she would tell Rose. The funny thing was that she had sounded weird on the phone when she told me, but I just shrugged it off, considering it was nothing. Too bad I didn't know any better. Good thing my aunt reminded me or I would have completely missed the opportunity to see Rose.
"Yeah, I'm still going," I told my aunt. "Are you sure you still want me to go? Cause I can come visit you instead."
"No, it's alright, you go see your friend, it's been years since you saw each other, yeah?"
I nodded. "Yeah." I met her when I was thirteen and I was almost twenty now so … I quickly did the math in my head. It's been seven years since I last saw her.
"But remember to call me when you get there and …"
"If I see the Doctor, call you," I finished, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
The Doctor was a story my aunt would tell me all the time when I was little. About the adventures she had with him in his blue box called the TARDIS (which 'apparently' looked bigger on the inside), fighting aliens and saving the world. I was fascinated by those stories when I was little but when I got older, I didn't like hearing them any-more. I was too much of a realist to think that there were such things as aliens and also who would call themselves, the Doctor, I mean who did that? Someone stuck up, I'm sure. But since I was too nice, I didn't tell her I didn't believe in her stories any-more. Sure I believed that there were bigger things out there, but the things that my aunt told me about.
My aunt had been waiting to see the Doctor again, so her life went on hold. She was there, taking care of me but she wanted to find the Doctor again. Apparently he left her in Aberdeen, Scotland, well mistakenly; he was supposed to take her home to South Croydon because apparently he had to go to his home planet, called Gallifrey and humans weren't allowed to go there. They both promised that they wouldn't ever forget each other. They did meet up again a few times after that.
"Yeah Aunt Sarah Jane, I'll remember to call you if I find him," I told my aunt.
"Alright, I love you Soph. Talk to you later?"
"Definitely. Love you too Auntie." I hung up the phone and looked behind me at Sam. "What?"
"Are you ever going to tell your aunt about you not being in college any-more?"
I sighed, running a hand through my long blonde hair. "I will, I'll tell her after Christmas." I then added when I saw the look on her face, "I really will. During Christmas, I'll think of how to tell her."
"Alright, well you better get packing."
"I'm not leaving until next week," I reminded her.
"I know, but you are bound to forget about it if you don't do it now."
I opened my mouth to protest that fact but it was no use. "Alright, fine." I pouted at her as I took off my glasses, sticking them into one of my pockets.
With that I headed back to my room, unaware of what was going to happen when I went to visit Rose…
The Christmas Invasion, Part 1...