A/n. this is my third fanfic, but my very first crossover. Hope it finds an audience of folks who enjoy it. Thanks so much for reading, please review if you have a moment!
My name is Alice. You know, like the one in the story?
My life isn't that unlike THE Alice. I've never fallen down a rabbit hole or met talking animals or anything like that. But I did travel in time and space, and I have met my share of mad people.
But I'm kind of getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should start over.
My name is Alice Temple, and I hunt aliens.
Actually, hunt is the wrong word. That kind of implies I kill them for sport, doesn't it? I don't, just for your information. I'm more of an alien...enthusiast.
It started when I was seventeen years old.
When I was ten, my father moved my mother, brother, and I from California, to London. I loved London, I thrived on the culture, the schooling I attended, the rain and the fog, all of it. Until a week after my seventeenth birthday when the "ghosts" started showing up.
Remember the "ghosts"? The ones who turned out to not be ghosts at all, but metal men from another planet? Yeah...good times.
That was sarcasm. It was the worst time of my life, because unfortunately, my family happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. We were gathered with a bunch of other people that they cybermen planned to "upgrade", as they call it.
My father caused quite a commotion, trying to create enough of a distraction that my older brother and I could escape. I got away. But I lost site of Aiden, he didn't make it out.
I hid for a day and a half, until the portal opened, the aliens got sucked in, and the war was over. Humanity is very good at picking up, and moving on as if nothing took place. Unless, of course, you lost everything like I did.
Within hours of it ending, people were going back to their normal lives, and I was wandering the streets. For about a second I considered going home, but it was too fresh, too painful, so I opted for the park instead.
I wandered aimlessly, eventually finding my way to the fountain, and that's where I met him. He was sitting on the side, his suit pants rolled up to his knees, his feet in the water.
He looked lost, and alone, just like me. I slipped off my sandals and sat next to him, lowering my feet into the cool water, and staring up at the recently emptied sky.
"It's a funny thing, war." He said, looking up at the sky, like me. "Nobody really ever wins. Sure, someone claims victory, but in the end, we all lost something."
"And some of us lose everything." I added, had I been less exhausted, I probably would have shed a tear or two.
I looked over at him. He was tall, and handsome. His dark hair looked just messy enough for you to wonder if he spent an hour getting it to look like that. He was fiddling with a tool of some kind. He kept absently pressing the button, making it buzz, and a light would come on.
"Sorry to hear that." He said.
I shrugged, "Like you said, we all lost something." I kicked my feet in the water. "What did you lose?" I asked.
He sighed, "my friend Rose."
I saw the pain in his eyes, and realized quickly his heart was as broken as mine. "I'm sorry." I said. "Did the cybermen get her?" I added, when he remained quiet.
He shook his head, "no. Fortunately, she escaped that fate. But she was taken from me all the same." He nudged me with his shoulder, "what about you? Who did you lose?"
"The cybermen took my family. My parents, and my brother. It's just me now." This time a tear escaped, and ran down my cheek. I let it, it was the first of many I would cry.
"How old are you?" He asked, a concerned look growing on his face.
"Seventeen, one week, and two days." I said with a chuckling sniffle. I had been driving Aiden crazy for weeks counting down to my birthday.
"Too young to be all on your own. Do you have other family?"
I shook my head, "not here in England. But I do have grandparents back in America. They live in Florida."
He nodded, "well of course they do. Don't ALL grandparents live in Florida?" He smiled down at me, as I gave a small chuckle.
He stuck out his hand, "I'm the Doctor, by the way."
I reached out, and shook his hand. "I'm Alice." I was going to make a comment about the strangeness of his name, but with everything that had happened, a strange name seemed incredibly unimportant.
"Alice. What a fantastic name. Tell me Alice, would you like to escape all this misery for a bit? Where is your favorite place in the world?"
I thought for only a second. "The beach. It's the one thing I miss about California. The beaches here, just aren't the same."
The Doctor smiled at this, "Alice, what would you say if I told you I could get us out of here onto a beach that is covered in pink sand?"
"On a normal day, I would wonder if you were attempting to kidnap me, or I might think you're crazy." I managed a small smile in his direction.
"Ah, but today is not a normal day now is it?" He got to his feet and picked up his shoes with one hand, holding the other out for me to take, if I chose.
He raised and eyebrow, and wiggled his fingers at me, "what do you say Alice, pink sand beach with your choice of dinner?"
I got to my feet and picked up my sandals. I paused only a moment, for some reason I absolutely trusted him. I took his outstretched hand and shrugged, "why not Doctor. What do I have to lose, right?"
He walked me fifty feet to a giant blue police box. How did I not notice it before now? He took out a key, unlocked the door and opened it. He bowed in front of me, his arm outstretched, "after you."
I smiled and leaned in through the doorway. I gasped in surprise, and leaned back out looking over at him. "Is this real, or have I gone crazy?"
"Why can't it be both?" He asked with all seriousness.
I shrugged and turned back, and then I walked in through the doorway that would change my life forever.