Finding You.
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Prologue.
15th April 1912
2:50AM
Titanic Wreckage
30 minutes after the sinking of the Titanic.
A sea of dead bodies. The life boats had circled around them, checking for survivors, and, after finding none, sailed away to safety, away from the cold, icy ocean.
Imogen Smith lay there, dead, on a floating door. She did not die unhappy, though. No, rather, she died smiling. Thinking he was coming back for her; her mysterious friend. A silly Englishman, with funny hair, and funny clothes. 'The Doctor,' he said, 'Thats what I'm called. It's my name, and don't wear it out.'
'A doctor?' Imogen, a fifteen year old girl, inquired, linking her arm through his, looking up at his angelic face, 'Ooh, I do like the medical types. Full of knowledge and useful things.'
He had to leave unexpectedly in his magic blue box, an hour before the ship had sunk. But he'd promised Imogen he would come back for her- that they'd travel together for a while.
So Imogen waited, and waited, and waited; she died waiting, thinking of the fun they'd have on their endeavours.
A noise broke through the silence. A funny, wheezing noise. The magic blue box appeared, hovering lightly over the floating door and Imogen's frozen body. The door of the magic box opened, and the Englishman, the Doctor, with the funny clothes, poked his head through, nattering on about something quite absurd. It took him a while to realise that no-one was listening to him being extraordinarily clever, and when he did, he took a look around.
He was devastated at what he saw. 'No..' he whispered, jumping down onto Imogen's door, 'It can't be her. She can't die, I told her I'd be right back!' He looked up at his magic box and cursed it with all the names he knew, and then apologised, as he didn't want to upset it.
Kissing Imogen's hand gently, he then jumped back into his box, a look of guilt and grief as he whispered goodbye to his almost companion.
15th April 1954
3:56PM
Marseilles, France
20 minutes after a motorcar accident.
A car and a body. Blood trailed from the nose, the ears and the mouth of a small, fifteen year old girl, with a mess if jet-black hair and cat-like amber eyes.
A funny man with silly hair heard the scream and squeal of breaks and rushed over to see what the all commotion was about. 'Stand back, I'm the Doctor! I can help!' he said. He saw the girl and recognised her instantly. 'Imogen.' he whispered. The Doctor couldn't believe it was possible. This girl died forty-two years ago! He checked her pulse, just to check if she really was dead, and not like him; not a Time Lord. There was no beating. No thump-thump of blood through her veins.
She was definitely dead.
The strange man scratched his cheek in a funny way, stood up and ran off to his blue box.
Every fourteen years, the Doctor soon found out, a child was born and named Imogen Smith. All of the children were identical in every way- they even all had the same personalities. One thing they most definitely had in common was, on the 15th of April, in the fifteenth year of their lives, they would die.
And the Doctor was always there.
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A/N: So I've decided to start a new fan fiction. This part and the next will be the only parts of it I'm posting until I've finished the other Doctor Who one (unless you all demand for more? Like... Say if you all commented and voted and fanned me? xD). In other news, life at school is as boring as watching paint dry over growing grass. Seeing as my exams have been over since March, (because I'm starting a new school next year, senior high school, they were my transfers, so I'll be one year away from doing my GCSEs next year!) and the two years below mine are doing their exams at the moment, we're supposed to be having a fun week. Instead, we get people in to talk to us for 1hr 30mins about absolute dribble in which we have to sit in total silence. I'd rather do lines.
URGH.
Well, on the plus side, I'm starting to get back into the swing of writing my other books now, so hopefully some more new chapters of things like Cali Snow, Strange Beginnings and An Easy Mistake To Make will be written and posted soon, as well as weekly postings of I Regret Nothing. And even though the series is set to split in half after the next episode, episode six: 'The Almost People', airs in Britain and America, and won't start back again till Autumn 2011 (so we have to wait another 4 or so months until it freaking starts back again!!!!!!! :/ :@ ), it doesn't mean I won't be posting the other fanfic throughout the four or so month wait; you'll still have weekly posts of chapters. :D I hope that made some sense to you, as when I was writing that whole description, I got terribly confused.
COMMENT, VOTE AND FAN! :D
Dopple-ganger Doctor: Trust me- I'm the Doctor.
NO YOU'RE FUDGING NOT.
YOU'RE A FUDGING VOLDEMORT LOOKING, PUDGEY FACED, KNOCK-OFF! D;
Waah!
Love,
Beth ;D
P.S: (only joking Doctor-ganger. You may look like Voldemort, but you still resemble Matt Smith; I can't hate anything that resembles him. Unless he impregnates that.. that.. that STICK COW DAISY LOWE and their offspring looks like him (I'd still probably love it anyway). If only I was 28 and lived in England...)
BYE! :D
