I recently came up with a new fanfiction idea. I'll be writing this story slowly as I'm starting it completely for scratch. That means just a general idea that I'll see where it takes me as I write. Hopefully this doesn't create chaos.
As far as I see at the moment, this story will be mainly about Doctor Who and The Lord of the Rings, with some Narnia, Les Miserables, and Once Upon a Time. This story idea sparked from one of my favourite books, Toward the Gleam (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11035421-toward-the-gleam).
Enjoy and please let me know what you think! :D
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And this box has been a lot of places. It has a long history - just like the man who owns it.
A mad man, some people call him - a mad man with a blue box. Others call him an angel, a saviour of mankind. And still others, the lonely god. In some way or another, he is all of these things. He sometimes seems a little batty, especially when you first to get to know him. But inside is a heart of gold - in fact, two hearts. For this man is not human. He is a Time Lord - the last of his kind to roam the earth. He travels through time and space just to save humanity time and time again. But the thing is, humanity doesn't know. The people on earth go around doing their daily business, never knowing that if this man was not in existence, they would have been dead long ago.
This man is called the Doctor.
At this moment, he is sitting in his blue box - the Tardis. Sitting in front of doughnut-shaped controller with a big pipe sticking in the middle, his hands behind his head and his feet on top of the control system, he contemplates life past, present, and future - the thing he has seen and the things he has done.
A planet with twin suns, his homeland. He had a family there. He had a life there. Until a great enemy came and destroyed it all. He, the sole survivor. What a lonely life it had been ever since. He had picked up travelling companions from time to time, but it never lasted. For as a Time Lord, he lived much, much longer than any human being did. He always had to lose the ones he loved just when he realized that he did, indeed, love them. And not only the romantic love - but also the friendly and familial love.
It never lasted.
And that always brought his mind back to her. Beautiful, brave, and blond Rose Tyler. She had stolen his heart ever since the first day he met her when tracking down a monster that could control everything plastic on earth. She had stuck with him through thick and thin. Even when he sent her back home so that she wouldn't die along with him, she found a way to come back and save him. But as the Doctor now knew so well - so painfully and heartbreakingly well - something like that could never last with him. And those old enemies, the enemies who had killed the Doctor's people, stole Rose away from him. She was alive, thank God, but she was in a parallel universe. And he could never, ever see her again. Not ever - unless he ripped apart the universe, which was something the Doctor would never do. Even to see her again.
"Good morning, Doctor?"
The Doctor kept his eyes shut, making a pretense of being asleep. He tried to keep the grin from his face, but he knew it was showing a little. He knew Martha knew that he was just playing fun.
Ah, yes - Martha Jones. His latest companion. It had all been change, really. After his parting from Rose, the Doctor swore that he wouldn't take another more travelling companions. It was better to stay lonely than to have both his hearts broken over and over again. But companionship was his weakness, he supposed. After meeting Martha, aspiring doctor, in a hospital, who helped him stop a vampire-like woman. Actually, she helped save his life. In return, he promised to take her on one trip with him in his Tardis. That one trip had turned into another and another, until Martha had became a legitimate travelling companion.
He didn't have to open his eyes to see her chocolate-coloured skin and her playful smile. He would never admit it to her, but deep down inside, he rather fancied Martha Jones. Actually, it was more than that, but he wouldn't accept it. He hadn't gotten over Rose and he never would. That was what wouldn't let him truly love anyone else.
"Oh, come on, Doctor," Martha's teasing voice entered his thoughts. "I know very well that you aren't sleeping. Do you ever sleep anyway?"
The Doctor opened his eyes, spun his swivel chair around, and leaped out of it.
"Not if I can help it," he joked in his let's-avoid-the-subject manner.
Martha rolled her eyes. "Fine then, Mr. Secretive. But now that I'm all rested and dressed and I'm just about to have a bite to eat, I'm ready to go - wherever we're going. Is there a destination decided yet?" she ended with a question, as she pulled a granola bar out of her pocket and began to unwrap it.
"I dunno at the moment," the Doctor admitted. "Have any place in mind?"
"Not really," Martha answered though a mouthful of Oats 'n Honey bar. "I mean, we've been so many places already that I think we would have covered all my top places. We've gone practically everywhere, from Shakespeare to New New New New New York."
"A couple more 'New's there, and you would have been close," the Doctor responded, looking at a screen of the Tardis that signalled danger and that sort of thing. "And we haven't really gone everywhere, but we certainly have been around a lot of places."
Before Martha had time to make another teasing response, a loud noise sounded from outside. This wasn't your usual oh-my-gosh-what-a-big-bang-something-must-have-exploded, but much more than that. A piercing and horrible cracking noise that was several times worse than lightning and thunder combined.
"I guess we have our answer," Martha commented before the Doctor had even time to react.
"Alrighty then." The Doctor shrugged on his brown coat as Martha grabbed her red leather jacket. He was already opening the door as Martha rushed towards it. "Allons-y!"
Outside, people were rushing out of their homes, down the alleyway, and out into the open busy street. The Doctor dashed after them, with Martha trying desperately to keep up. In the street, a whole crowd of people were gathered around. Some were pointing, and others were screaming. But they all had one thing in common. They were looking up at the sky.
The sky, normally a brilliant azure, perhaps with a couple of clouds scattered here and there, was purple. A deep purple that was close to a vibrant red. Lightning dashed across the sky. And, worst of all, right where it seemed the middle of the sky was, a huge crack was splitting the sky in two. It was getting bigger and bigger, with a yawning chasm behind it. The chasm was a brilliant red-orange, and the most freakish storm that a human being could have possibly ever seen before, was taking place in it.
"Oh my God..." Martha murmured. She turned to judge the Doctor's reaction. He was staring up at the sky with a terrible expression on his face. His eyes showed the he was far away in though. A wind was starting up, and it ruffled through his mess of brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed that morning. But it was the terrible look on his face that gave Martha a sinking feeling of despair. She had never seen the Doctor have such a terrible expression on his face in all the time she had known him. She began to tremble all over.
"Doctor, what is it?"
When he didn't respond, Martha shook his arm violently. "Doctor, tell me! What's happening?"
The Doctor slowly turned toward her and looked her in the eyes. His eyes were even more terrible than his face.
"Martha, time and space has just been torn apart."