Chapter Text
It was a painfully normal day for you, so much so that you went to the backyard and risked getting sun burnt in the blazing hot sun. There was, however, one saving grace, and that was the slight breeze blowing through the trees above you. You sat back, closed your eyes, and enjoyed the sounds of the world around you. Although, there was a strange sound right next to your ear that interrupted the calmness of the yard. It startled you so much that you quickly hid behind one of the trees and scraped your hand on the sharp bark, earning a hiss. Looking from your bleeding hand back to where the sound came from, a blue police box materialized and a blonde woman came out of the door with three other people in tow.
“And here we… are?” The lady said with a northern English accent before looking around. “Well, this doesn’t look like Sheffield.” You furrowed your brows at that and slowly came out from behind the tree.
“That’s because it’s not Sheffield, or anywhere near there for that matter.” You told her. That is when the other three stepped outside, a young man and woman, and an older gentleman.
“What is this, the tenth time we’ve tried getting the TARDIS back to Sheffield?” The older gentleman spoke, with the same accent.
“What in the hell is a TARDIS?” You questioned him. You hadn’t even noticed the blonde lady moved until she spoke next to you, effectively spooking the hell out of you.
“It stands for time and relative dimension in space. In short, a space and time machine.”
“Do not do that! You scared the-- are you eating dirt?”
“Well, I had to figure out where we were if you wouldn’t tell me.” She stated innocently. You grimaced before taking her hand and brushing the dirt out of it and wincing when your hand stung from the contact. You hoped you hid it well.
“You didn’t even ask me! Plus, you’re in my yard and I didn’t even ask you who you all even are. I am one of those people they talk about getting kidnapped for talking to strangers.” They all started to introduce themselves one by one after you made that point.
“I’m Graham.” The older man said.
“I’m Ryan.” The younger man behind him said.
“My name’s Yasmin, but my friends call me Yaz.” Said the young woman.
“And I’m The Doctor!” The blonde lady told you brightly, holding out her hand for you to shake. Ah, you thought to yourself , they have the same accent . You went to shake it before the Doctor furrowed her brows and grabbed your wrist.
“What’s that?” She asked you, prodding your wounded, and still bleeding, palm. You hissed, trying to retrieve it from the woman, but her hold was strong.
“It’s really nothing,” you told her, “just a scratch.” She gave you a look before dragging you by the wrist into her blue box-- sorry-- TARDIS. You didn’t even have time to look around before you were dragged into a corridor and then into a room. She left you in the middle of it when she went through a cupboard off to the side, obviously looking for something. She let out a triumphant noise once she found it and walked back to you.
“Sit.” She said, directing you to a nearby bed. With you perched on the side of the bed, she held her hand out expectantly. You tried to protest, but the look she gave you silenced anything that was going to come out of your mouth. You rolled your eyes and gave her your hand, which she grabbed in a soft, but firm, hold. You watched her as she inspected the cut and grabbed a cloth. “Alright, here we go.” She told you, pressing it to the cut.
“Ow!” You yelled as you tried to pull back.
“I did tell you it might hurt.”
“No, you didn’t.” You said. She scrunched up her nose in response before answering.
“Well, I meant to.” The sting went away as she cleaned off the dirt and blood. She fished for something in the pockets of her lilac coat before holding up a metal cylinder topped with a crystal. She waved it over your hand, the cylinder eliciting a buzzing noise, before a beep sounded. You looked at her with raised brows before you felt a pulling sensation on your palm. You watched as the wound stitched itself back together, leaving only a small-ish scar in its wake.
“Brilliant! All healed.” The Doctor told you with a grin.
“What was that?” You questioned incredulously, touching the skin where the laceration used to be.
“Sonic screwdriver. Well, I say screwdriver, but it’s a bit more multi-purpose than that.”
“How is it multi-purpose? What else does it do?”
“It’s a scanner, diagnostics… tin opener. More of a sonic Swiss army knife. Only without the knife. Only idiots carry knives.” She said before walking out of the room. You just sat there for a minute till she popped her blonde head back in the doorway.
“Aren’t you coming?” She asked you before you got up and followed her back to the main room where the others were standing. They looked at you expectantly before you caught on.
“Oh! My name is Y/N, by the way. I was going to tell you earlier, but then someone decided to drag me off.” You said teasingly.
“Welcome aboard the TARDIS, Y/N!” The Doctor beamed at you.
“So, you were trying to travel to Sheffield?”
“Yes, right, we’re still trying to do that, right, Doc?” Graham asked her and she gave a nod.
“Can I come with?” They all raised their heads at your voice. “If what you say is true, and this is a space time machine thing, can I come traveling with you guys?” You asked hopefully. The group all looked at you before looking to the Doctor. “Please?”
“On these trips, on these planets, I can’t guarantee your safety. I want you to know that. I can’t keep you safe or out of harm’s way.” The Doctor told you seriously.
“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” At that, she broke into a grin and gave you the biggest hug you’ve had in your life, spinning you a bit before setting you back on the ground.
“Brilliant!” She shouted, flitting over to a console-looking thing in the center of the room.
“Let me just call and tell my mom where I’ll be. And before you say anything, yes, I am 19 and still living with my parents, so shush.” You said as you dialed your mom’s number. Before you both hung up and said your ‘I love yous’, she asked,
“Where will you all be going? What will you be doing?”
“Adventure, probably.”
A/N: Sorry, it took a while to get the motivation to write, I've been going through some stuff. This is a rewritten version of my other fic, which I am debating on deleting, so I hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave a comment with your thoughts, feelings, critiques, or questions! <3