| abstract
| - Skye rolled her eyes. Her father nagged her constantly. “Because I want to look good, Dad” She tells him. “I don’t want to look like a twelve year old.” Her father gave an unhappy sigh. “You look more like a clown.” He said as he walked into the other room. The layout of Skye's flat “Dad!” She exclaimed. She followed him into the living room, where he sat down in his chair. “It’s those bloody friends of yours.” He continued. “Always going to parties and drinking. You know in America you wouldn’t be allowed in a bar.” Skye sat on the armrest of her father’s chair. “Well this isn’t America now is it?” She remarked. “Besides I am twenty.” Her family was from America but she was raised in Manchester, England. Her father still had a midwestern accent, but Skye’s had evolved to sound more british. Skye looked at the clock on the mantle and stood. “I have to go.” She kissed her father on his head. “I will see you tonight.” Mr. Davis gave a humph as he opened a book. Skye threw on a coat and scarf over her outfit, it was just begining to feel like winter. Skye met up with her two friends, Marilyn and Ashley, at a pub. They had already ordered drin ks by the time she got their. She took a drink and listened as they talked about the clubs they were going to go to that night. The girls finished their drinks and left the pub. They linked arms and huddled together against the cold as they prepared to cross the street. They stood on the corner waiting for the light to change. When the light signaled to cross a car came to a stop at the front and several men yelled some obscene things at the Skye and the other girls. The girls glared at them. “Hey, watch what you say. They are ladies not tramps.” A voice said behind the girls. Skye turned to see who spoke. A tall lean man with wavy brown hair stood before her. He was scowling at the men, but turned to look at her. He gave her a concerned look. “You alright, ladies?” He asked. Marilyn and Ashley expressed their gratitude as they crossed the street. Skye nodded her thanks but was quiet. She felt something was odd about the man. “Say what’s your name?” Ashley asked the man. He stated that his name was John Smith. Skye thought it sounded fake. “Why don’t you come to the clubs with us tonight?” Marilyn asked him. “Thank you for the offer, but I am afraid I have some other matters to attend to first.” He politely declined. He gave them a bow and walked in the other direction. Skye began to follow him. Ashley grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?” She asked Skye. Skye kept her eyes on the man. She mumbled that she would meet them at the club and went after him. She heard her friends call to her but she ignored them. She couldn’t shake the thought that something was off about the man. She was getting close to the man when she thought she had better fall back a bit. Skye followed him all the way to a warehouse in a shabby neighborhood. It was dark by the time they got there. She hesitated outside the building but decided she had gone that far she might as well go in. There were no lights inside. She could only see from the moonlight coming in through the skylights. She had lost track of the man. She walked for a while trying to figure out where he went. She was about to give up when she heard a loud bang. Skye followed the sound and found stairs going down to the ba sement. She went down them. The basement gave off an eerie glow. Skye reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the man standing with his back to her. The man called out. She ducked behind a pillar. Skye gasped when she saw a strange creature come out of the shadows. It was a sickly yellow colour. It coughed and wheezed. It approached the man but it’s eye were full of hate. Skye quickly moved behind another pillar so that she could see the man’s face. He s tared at the creature but didn’t show any emotion. There was a moment of silence, then the man spoke. “We had an agreement.” He said. “You broke your promise.” The creature hissed then spoke in a strange language. Skye didn’t understand it but the man did. His face changed, he looked apologetic. “I can help you.” The man pleaded. “I can take you back to your planet where you can be cured.” The creature responded and spit at the man’s feet. “I can’t let you keep killing these people. That’s why I had to poison you.” The man’s face grew cold again. “We both know that your home is the only place with the cure.” The creature hissed and stumbled forward. It reached to attack the man, but fell on the ground. The man crouched down to look at the body. Skye watched all this in shock. “You can come out now.” The man said. “He is dead.” The man stood and turn towards the pillar tha t Skye was peering from. Skye pulled away in surprise. She listen as he took several slow steps toward her. She looked at the stairs. Could she make it there before him? She decided she had better try. Skye bolted for them. “Wait a minute!” The man followed behind her. Skye lept to stairs but he was getting close to her. She made it to the main floor and ran for the door. The man was quicker than her and managed to grab a hold of her. She turned to him. “What the hell was that!” She screamed at him. “What was that thing? Why did you kill it?” She pushed him away and tried to get away from him. He reached out and pulled her back to look at him. “It was an alien.” He said. “I didn’t want to kill him but he was killing people.” Skye stared up at him in disbelief. “Aliens aren’t real.” She whispered weakly. She realized that they were standing very close, she moved back a step. The man laughed. “How can you be so sure of that?” He chuckled. “Have you ever been to space?” Skye looked at her feet. Honestly she was rather open minded about aliens. She thought it was a bit selfish to think they were the only ones in the entire universe. “You still didn’t have to kill it.” She said looking back up at him. “I offered to cure him but he wouldn’t let me.” He said solemnly. Skye didn’t know what to say to this. “Who are you?” She asked instead. “I told your friend that I’m John Smith.” He replied. Skye rolled her eyes. “What, You don’t believe me?” “There is no way you are that is your real name.” Skye said. The man nodded. “You're right, that’s not my name.” He looked her in the eye and said. “My name is The Doctor.” It had been three days since Skye had met the Doctor. He had tried to tell her some story about travelling through space and time. Skye had run out not knowing what to think. Ashley and Marilyn had called her the next day and chewed her out for ditching them. She apologized, but honestly she had completely forgotten about them. Skye still couldn’t shake that weird feeling about the Doctor, or whatever his name was. He was so bizarre and exciting. Mr. Davis knew nothing about that night. as far as he knew she had done the same thing she always did on a Friday night, danced and drank. Skye didn’t intend on telling him about aliens and tall strange men. “Alright dad, I’m off.” Skye called as she stepped out the door of their flat. She going to her day job at the near by florist shoppe. On her way down the stairs Skye met Ms. Sparks, the landlady. “Oh, hello dearie.” Ms. Sparks chirped. “I was just on my way up to see you and your father.” Ms. Sparks was a politely little old lady. She often gave the Davis “leftover” pastries that she made. “Is something wrong?” Skye asked. “No, no.” Ms. Sparks shook her head. “I just wanted to ask if you would be willing to speak to a potential new tenant. I wanted someone to boast about the flats.” “Sure, I won’t be back until five but we would be happy to.” Skye replied. The two said good bye and Skye headed to work. The day went by fast. There weren’t a lot of customers, a few love birds and several husbands looking to apologize. The manager let Skye go early. Skye took the opportunity to go to the grocery store for a few things. When she finished she walked home. Skye could hear voices and laughter coming from her flat as she went up the stairs. She was confused for a second then she remembered what Ms. Sparks had asked. Skye shifted the grocery bags to one arm so she could open the door. “Dad, I’m home.” Skye called. She walked down the hall into the kitchen to put the bags on the counter. She thought about putting the food away but decided it could wait. Skye walked back down the hall into the living room. She stopped in the doorway. Sitting on her couch across from her father, was the Doctor. Skye was stunned for a moment but shook it off and walk across the room and sat down on the arm of her father’s chair. “Skye, this is John Smith.” Mr. Davis said. “He is look for a flat.” The doctor smiled at Skye. “Hello, Skye. Your father was just telling me how wonderful this building is.” The Doctor had a smug look on his face. Skye got a little ticked off. “Hey dad, why don’t you make some tea.” She turned to her father. “I just bought some more.” Her father pulled himself out of his chair and made his way to the kitchen. Skye waited until she could hear him in the kitchen before she launched herself onto the couch next to the Doctor. “What the hell are you doing here?!” She said. “Are you stalking me or something?” The smug look stayed on the Doctor’s face. “I just followed you,” He said. “Kind of like you did a few days ago.” Skye looked at her feet. She had to admit he was right. She could be called a stalker of sorts too. She looked back at the Doctor. “But why are you here?” She asked. “You can’t actually be looking for a flat.” The Doctor crossed his arms and looked at her. “I was looking for you.” He said. “You ran out before I could prove to you that I really do travel through space and time.” Skye realised that he wasn’t kidding. He honestly meant what he was saying. That didn’t mean it was true though, but Skye couldn’t help being curious about what he had to prove that he wasn’t fake. “Then prove it.” She said looking him in the eye. The Doctor smiled and grabbed her hand. They skidded to the door. “Where are you two going?” Skye’s father asked, coming around the corner with a tray of tea. “Mr. Smith wants to show his ideas on the flat.” Skye fibbed. “We will be back before the tea cools.” With that the couple ran out the door and down the stairs out onto the street. “Where are we going?” Skye asked as the Doctor pulled her along. The Doctor didn’t answer, he just kept running. A couple of blocks down they turned into an alley. They stopped in front of a blue police box. “What’s this?” Skye asked. She had seen a few of these but no one used them anymore. “This is the TARDIS.” The Doctor unlocked the box and opened the door. He stepped back. Skye glanced at him then walked into the box. The Doctor followed her. “Oh my God!” Skye exclaimed. It was huge on the inside. The Doctor moved out of her way as she ran back out and looked at the sides of the box. She ran her hands over the wood. She went back inside. The Doctor was standing by a control console in the centre of the room. Skye had a stunned look on her face. “It’s…It’s” She stuttered. The Doctor finished her sentence. “It’s bigger on the inside.” Skye walked up the steps to the platform where the Doctor stood. “This is a TARDIS,” The Doctor continued “It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Skye asked. Her fingers traced the edge of the console. The Doctor thought for a second then said. “Well, basicly, it’s a spaceship.” Skye nodded, that made more sense to her. Skye smiled up at the Doctor. “Are you going to show me around your rocket, space man?” She asked. The Doctor chuckled and lead her down a corridor. Skye was amazed by the TARDIS, it had thousands of rooms and none of them made sense. Finally the pair came back to the control room. Skye sat down in a leather seat, her head resting on her hands. The Doctor sat down next to her. “Well you obviously aren’t normal, “ She said teasing. “but I still haven’t seen any proof that this thing moves.” The Doctor smiled then jumped to his feet. He began to fiddle with mechanisms on the console. He placed his hand on a lever and looked over at Skye. “Where do you want to go?” He asked. Skye thought for a moment then said, “To the future.” She replied finally. The Doctor smiled at her as he threw the lever forward. The TARDIS shook and rattled. A noise that Skye would never forget came from the console. She held onto the seat until the TARDIS stopped with a bit of a bump. The Doctor ran to the door and opened it. He turned to Skye and smiled, then he stepped out. Skye ran after him.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)