Beyond The Void || doctor who

Chapter One: Hello, I'm The Doctor

Jessica Bennett had a thing about rainy days. Although the sky looked sad and the world looked dreary, her mood was the complete opposite. In fact, she felt quite comforted.

But that day was not a day to smile at the rain. She'd had enough of life - school, her mother, her lack of friends - and she needed something fictional to absorb. 

She contemplated reading a book, but her small library was already read over more than ten times; she didn't feel like watching a movie, and she wasn't exactly in the mood to watch gruesome things like Supernatural or Hannibal. So, she settled with her favorite: Doctor Who.

Clunk, clunk, clunk. The sound of her shoes echoed through the wooden stairs of her house and emitted all around her in a sense of drowsiness. She ran a hand through her sopping wet hair and gave a small huff. Yes, today was definitely not a day to smile at the rain.

She trudged up to her bedroom and was welcomed by her TV and her oh-so-comfortable messy bed. Before she pounced, however, she grabbed her blue-and-silver sonic screwdriver, whisked past her battery-operated Dalek (which was motion-activated and screamed "EXTER-MINATE!" when she walked by), and finally fiddled with her TARDIS - which wasn't life-sized, sadly - momentarily.

She dropped her bag in a growing pile of disarray clothes and shoes near the foot of her bed, and turned on her TV. To her surprise, the most beautiful sound blared through the house (but she quickly turned it down, as she was afraid she might destroy her eardrums): the sound of the TARDIS ripping through time and space. But, as the show started, and Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper chatted on-screen, a fainter noise played from what sounded like outside.

Jess found this rather odd, as she'd never heard that particular sound anywhere in the small town that she lived in. It could have been a car or a band, but she threw on her faded Converse and her unloved rain jacket anyway and hurried outside.

At first, she saw nothing. But then - in the distance, way beyond where she usually ventured (which was only to the back porch) - she saw a flicker of light, and the noise stopped. 

As quickly as she could manage, she rushed past her small backyard and ventured into the strip of forest that her family owned, but still, saw nothing.

She was about to give up and say it wasn't important, but a small voice in her head (or maybe it was her gut) was telling her to keep walking. And although her feet were getting wet and her hair was dripping and it was the middle of winter when it should have been snowing, she did. So, as a last resort, she walked further and further, past the comfort of her backyard and the outdoors-y-ness of the wood, and arrived at a small clearing that she remembered from her childhood.

Although she couldn't see much with the rain in her eyes, Jess almost fainted with exhilaration. There was a tall man in a tweed jacket with sewn-on patches on his elbows pacing back and forth, an angry aura emitting from him. But not just any man, Jess knew that hair, and that coat, and those shoes.

"Uh, excuse me," Jess stuttered, closer now, as this man surely couldn't be in her presence.

"Oh, uh, hello!" he said, completely astonished that he might find a human in a world full of humans. "Hm, I know this is going to sound a bit weird, but where am I?" He had a British accent, which was extremely uncommon in her area.

Her hands instantly felt clammy. Her throat tightened, and her heart was beating faster than usual when she saw this man's face.

"You - you're - you - no! That can't be! Why would you be here? Wouldn't you be - um - oh, I dunno, filming or - or something?" Jess couldn't believe this was happening. This man, one of her most favorite people of all time, couldn't - just couldn't - be here. It was impossible. Absolutely impossible.