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The Cat and the Time Lord

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The Cat and the Time Lord

Prologue--The Blue Box

October 18, 1997

     It was a breezy autumn afternoon when school was let out for the day, and a little girl decided to take the shortcut home.  She had managed to get her hands on the final pieces needed for a special project she was working on, and she was eager to get home and finish it.  As the little blonde girl walked quickly down the street, people turned their heads to stare at the odd white cat ears that stuck out of her hair, or at the fuzzy white tail that hung out of her lower back.  Most had never seen a neko before, but some thought the ears and tail were just silly accessories from the local costume shop.  Still, that didn't stop the kids at school from picking on her endlessly.  Day after day, the little girl had to endure the mocking jeers and shoves of bullies on the playground, and the occasional tug on her tail.  But she didn't let that bother her today as she moved down a wide alleyway.  This path was the quickest way to her house, but it was also the most unpredictable and dangerous.
     The anthro community was a rare breed in the world, and as such they usually kept themselves away from humankind.  There were humans on Earth that did know of the existence of anthros, but only a few saw them as actual people.  The others saw anthros as a rare commodity of pets, and believed they could get rich by selling them on the black market.  The little girl would find out about this the hard way, for when she was in the shadows of the alley she suddenly felt the sting of a lead pipe to the back of her head.  She fell to the ground and let out a few faint whimpers as her vision began to blur, and two burly men in ski masks and leather jackets stepped out from behind her.  One of them bent down and gave a few tugs on the girl's right ear.
     "Yep.  This one's the real deal," he said, "A real live anthro!"
     "We did it, man!" said the other, who had a pair of headphones around his neck connected to the Walkman strapped to his belt, "We're gonna be rich!  All we need is a good price and a potential buyer!"
     "How about... $1 million?!"
     "Hell yeah!"
     Both men were laughing so loud they didn't hear the faint noise that was getting progressively louder with every second.  Even though the little girl was slowly losing consciousness, her sensitive cat ears picked up the noise.  It was a sound she had never heard before in her life.
     "VWORP--VWORP--VWORP--VWORP"
     When the two men finally heard the noise, they looked in utter confusion at its source.
     "What the hell...?"
     A blue phone booth was standing right in front of them.  They could clearly make out the words "POLICE BOX" on the top.  Suddenly the door to the police box opened, and a figure wearing a green velvet coat, a silver waistcoat, and a cravat neckband stepped out from within it.  He had curly brown hair and blue eyes, and before long he had spotted the two men, who were still left dumbfounded at his sudden appearance.
     "Excuse me," said the man, "but what do you think you're doing there?"
     "None of your business, pal!" said one of the men, "Where the hell did you come from, anyway?"
     Instead of answering, the stranger looked down behind the men at the still form of the neko girl.
     "Is that... an anthro?!" said the man.
     "What's it to you, buddy?!  What if it is?!"
     "Oh, I see how it is.  I know exactly what you're up to.  You intend to sell her as a pet.  You think just because anthros aren't technically subject to the laws on human trafficking you can make a few quick bucks off of selling a child into slavery?!  You sicken me, sir!"
     The man with the headphones suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at the stranger.  The other man brandished the lead pipe.
     "What're you gonna do; book us?!  I'd like to see you try!"
     "I can't allow you to take this child!" the stranger replied, reaching into his inside pocket.  He quickly pulled out a short silver object with a crimson ball at the end.
     "Step away from her!" he warned, "Now!!!"
     "Like hell we will, asshole!  This freak's our meal ticket, and we won't give it up without a fight!"
     "Then you brought this upon yourselves," said the stranger, reaching into his lower pocket.  He took out two cotton balls and stuffed them in his ears, then aimed his device at the Walkman clasped to the belt of one of the men.  A high-pitched hum sounded from the device, and was amplified tenfold by the Walkman's headphones.  The deafening screech it soon became reverberated in the thugs' ears as they screamed in pain.  The stranger ran to the girl, took out two more cotton balls, and stuffed them in her ears to block out the screech.  Eventually, the thugs fell to the ground unconscious.  The Walkman was crushed by the force of its impact with the ground, and the screeching stopped.  The stranger collected his cotton balls, pocketed them and his device, and smiled to himself.
     "Cotton," he said, "Always carry it in case of emergency."
     A moan and a whimper told the stranger that the child was regaining consciousness, at least for the moment.  He gathered her up in his arms as he whispered softly to her.
     "Easy now.  Easy.  It's all right.  You're safe now.  Don't try to move.  I've got you."
     Slowly, the man stood up with the girl in his arms.  He carried her over to the blue police box, opened the door, and took her inside.  Had she been in any condition to wonder where she was, the girl would've noticed that the "police box" wasn't all it seemed.  She just looked up at her rescuer, and tried to speak.
     "Wh-wha--"
     "Shh.  Don't try to talk.  Just rest.  You've been through quite an ordeal today."
     The man then reached over and plucked out a lock of the girl's blonde hair.  He then moved to a strange console and used the lock of hair to identify the girl.  He moved back over to the girl and roused her slightly from her rest.
     "Twixybell?  Is that your name?" he said, "It's all right now, sweeite.  I'm the Doctor.  I'm going to take you home."
     Twixybell gave the Doctor a faint smile before falling back into unconsciousness.  The strange sound she had heard before reverberated in her mind even after she came to in her own bed.  She never saw that blue box again, but sometimes she would dream about it when she fell asleep.  She would dream that the man who called himself the Doctor would come to take her on some wild fantasy adventure.  Her parents--and sometimes her favorite shrunken pets at the time--would be there with him, happy and smiling, and she would visit some of the most beautiful places she had ever seen, places she never wanted to leave.  Then she would wake up in her bed, alone.  And when she understood that it had all been just a dream, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying.
     
     All of that would change fourteen years later...
I've decided to begin writing a story with :iconchillflame:'s character, Twixybell. I hope she likes it!

Twixybell is :iconchillflame:.

Doctor Who and all related characters belong to the BBC.

Soundtrack:
1. The Alleyway ("This is where it gets complicated.")
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2. The Mad Man with a Box
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3. "I'm going to take you home, Twixybell." (Little Amy--The Apple)
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Sound Effects:
TARDIS
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Sonic Screwdriver
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Oh, and free jellybabies if you can guess who this Doctor is. Just to clarify, this fic will feature the current Doctor, Matt Smith. Who is the other Doctor from this chapter?
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Heh that would have made me um... 8 years old. Cute. I liked it. Its based off doctor who right. I remember seeing that allot when I was overseas in France. Cant wait to read 14 years later!