Myra Anderson's Story

The TARDIS raddled and shook, groaning as The Doctor ran all around the circular center console. "Oh stop whining! Just land for gods sake!" The Doctor yelled, smacking at a few buttons before pulling a lever. The TARDIS just groaned some more, the wheezing sound piercing the air indicating that she was landing. Hearing the familiar boom of the TARDIS hitting the ground The Doctor pushed his hair out of his face. All the running around had disgruntled him. It's been a long time sense he's flown the TARDIS. He's been dormant for so long. Trotting down the steps of the landing, he hurried over to the off-centered door, opening it. The squeak sent him shivering with nostalgia.

The Doctor poked his head out the door, looking around, his eyebrows furrowing at the sheer quiet of the neighborhood he landed in. "Are you sure this is Earth?... It's awfully quiet!" The Doctor pulled his head back in, looking back at the console. The TARDIS gave an annoyed warping sound, making The Doctor frown. Opening the door again he walked out, closing it. He glanced behind him, the large police box looking as 'sexy' as ever. Smiling he reached into his jacket, rustling around in it before pulling out a long weird flashlight looking thing. It was his sonic screw driver. Pointing the green tip up into the air he pressed a button on the hilt. The screwdriver made its usual weird noise. He did a quick slash through the air with the it. After he stopped pressing the button he flicked it forward. The top pulling out slightly. He looked at the screwdriver as if reading it.

The Doctor frowned, putting his screwdriver back into his inner pocket. Stepping off the grass and onto the curb of the street he looked around. Suddenly sticking a finger into his mouth he pulled it out with a 'pop' before raising it into the air. Continuing to look around he grinned, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Ah! Twenty-Twenty! What a lovely year... I've never been to this year," The Doctor said to the air. He grinned, hopping off the curb. He froze upon hearing a screaming baby somewhere close by, in one of the houses. Frowning he hurried across the street, easily finding the home of the screaming infant. The only house actually making noise.

Going up to the strange home The Doctor gave the doorbell a quick push, before waiting for a bit. The door opened to show a rather young looking ginger woman standing there, holding a crying baby. The Doctor gave her a charming smile, opening his mouth to say something. She, however, said something first, looking in back of him at his TARDIS. He looked back at it, too, grinning even more, turning back to her. He went to say something again, but this time someone else spoke. A weak female voice. When the girl, Myra was what he heard her mother call her, allowed him in he gratefully stepped into the house.

The Doctor followed the woman into the living room where the sick sounding lady was. He frowned, looking between the mother and daughter as they spoke. He frowned even more hearing the name 'Amy Pond'. His hearts ached hearing that name, and it made a flicker of regret rise in his chest, making him wish he stayed in the TARDIS for a split second. Once the mother and Myra were finished talking, The Doctor looked over to Myra. "He wants you to sing to him," He pointed to the child. "And that's very rude, Mr.! Just because she has orange hair doesn't mean you can call her an orange tree! She's your family member, you must respect her." The Doctor listened more to the screaming child before snickering, covering his mouth with a slight blush.

After composing himself a little bit he looked to the mother of Myra. His face got deathly serious. "I haven't heard that name in a very long time... Amy... Pond..." The Doctor pursed his lips, the flicker of sadness and regret crossing over his face once again. His eyes unfocused for a bit as he focused on pushing the unwanted feelings away. With a sudden blink he looked between the two ladies. "So! First thing I notice... First thing I notice is the quiet houses. Why are they so quiet? It's not that late in the evening, there should still be kids playing, and cars driving. I should of heard conversations and laughter, family dinners and the telly. So why is no one making a sound, accept for you lot?... They're afraid... Is there an invasion?- No, invasion would mean the army and soldiers would be all over the place, you people would be fighting back, so... The houses.... Are empty?" He looked at Myra for the answers. After giving her face a once over he confirmed his question.

"You mentioned your mother being sick?" The doctor glanced at Myras mother before looking back at Myra. "With what? You said it was incurable. This is 2020, you should have a cure for almost everything..."

The Doctor sat surprisingly quiet listening to the two talk. He frowned and smiled, and then frowned again, quietly thanking Myra for the tea. "Your daughter is right about two things, ma'am," He said, looking to Julia. "The hospital can't help you. If there's no cure what's the point in going? She's also right about you needing to go back to bed... You're frail, and you look like if someone blew on you, you'd fall over..." He looked to Myra, and gave her a comforting smile. "But before that I need to as you a few questions, Julia," He looked back to Myra's mother, "This figure you've seen... What does it look like? Tall? Short? Skinny or fat? I will help you. To the best of my abilities, that is." The doctor took a step closer to Julia. He bent at the waste, and looked directly into Julias eyes.

His lips purse as he searched for something in the woman's eyes. After a minute of searching he sat up again, took the tea he was given, and took a sip. Swishing it around in his mouth he squatted down, and started to casually investigate Julia. Myra was right, her body was failing, and her brain was starting to deteriorate. "No cure, and it always mutates... This isn't a virus.. If it was it wouldn't mutate instantly like that. Someone is controlling this. Someone is paying attention. They know when the humans are close so they change their form of... Searching? That might actually be what's happening, but... Oh I don't know, I could be completely wrong about this." The Doctor frowned. He was talking to himself more then the ladies.

Standing up again he reached into his jacket once again, whipping out his screw driver and scanning Julia. He read the screwdriver for a second before a large grin grew on his face. "Oh..." He mumbled, chuckling slightly and smiling like crazy, feeling quite clever now.

The Doctor had finished drinking his tea when Myra came back from downstairs. He wondered how Julia knew so much about him, and Amy, but he kept his impossible curiosity down. He listened to Myra talk, watched her walk to the door and out. He had started to follow, but froze upon hearing what Myra called him. His chest pulsed in pain and his eyes threatened to start tearing up. The words echoed in his ears, Myra's voice mixing with Amy's accent. His jaw clenched as he forced his legs to keep moving, and his mind to keep pushing through the grief.

"I bet you couldn't," The Doctor called, quickly regaining his composure as he closed the door, his voice playful, "Not even the Daleks could get through that door, and trust me they've tried!" He hurried after Myra, keeping pace with her. He went up to the TARDIS before Myra got there, and stepped in front of the door. "Before we do any of this... You have to promise to do everything I say... You must trust me..." his playful eyes became serious suddenly as he looked down at Myra, holding her gaze. It was always the one rule he had with all companions. No matter how untrustworthy he was at times, he always lied for a good reason. Usually. "Another thing is that this life is dangerous.. We don't know who's attacking your planet, and if they're directly hostile... Would you rather take care of your mother? There's a chance you'll never see her again..." He sounded like he was trying to scare Myra off, but he had to make absolutely sure that she was up to the task of helping him.

The Doctor watched Myra with a careful eye as she went into the TARDIS. So far the blue box had no objections to the red haired girl coming along with him. He got his sonic screwdriver out when they started to fly away. When The Doctor had scanned Julia he picked up a signal, as if something was connected to her using waves. Exactly like a Radio, accept the signal was 1 way. He easily tracked the signal to a ship about 100,000 miles above the Earth. He smiled and laughed with Myra as the TARDIS jolted down onto the ground, and he fell back into the springy seat that was in back of him.

Getting up he hurried outside, opening the door and striding out. They seem to have landed in an extremely hot boiler room. "No one knows we're here!," The Doctor said, his arms up as he spun around once, looking at the entire hot room. He was instantly starting to sweat. "And I thought we might just have a little chat with whoever's taking over people... I want to know who they are and why then want to harvest the human race like they are," The Doctor looked to Myra came closer. "So in order to find them... We need to go to the closest life form... This could potentially be extremely dangerous..." He scanned the air with the screwdriver before looking at it.

The Doctors eyebrow furrowed together as he looked at the screwdriver. "Well that's weird," He mumbled, glancing to Myra before strolling forward, out of the boiler room. "There's only 3 life forms, and that's including you and me," The Doctor clarified, trotting up some stairs. After going through a few other doors, going down a hallway they walked out onto a cat walk. The Doctor froze, looking down below them. The cat walk was above a massive room. The entire room was full of dormant bodies, all of them standing, all of them with a sheet over their bodies. The Doctor looked around the room below them. His eyes were wide, and his lips were pursed, confusion clearly written all over his face.

The Doctor looked to Myra as she spoke her theory. Truth be told he was thinking the same exact thing, but he never got the chance to say it, due to Myra seeing something, or someone moving. His lips pursed as he followed the girl, glancing down one last time at the dormant bodies before closing the door to the ending of the cat walk behind him. Trotting after Myra once again he stopped a few paces into the control room, where the mysterious alien lurked. Seeing how human the figure looked, The Doctor grinned. He looked around the room. Buttons flashed all different colors, and the screens on the wall in back of them showed security cameras. This man wasn't as smart as the Doctor thought, he's just cheating by using cameras.

"So you know us, but who are you? And what happened to your people?... It seams like all of them are dead," He looked to the man in front of them, completely ignoring his competitive comment. He wanted to test this creature, to see who and what it was. "Lovely perception filter, by the way. You must of picked someone you've recently seen. I figured you've seen a lot of people, seeing as this virus you're infecting people with, really isn't a virus... It's you." The Doctor casually strolled around the room, occasionally glancing to the man. The unknown alien gave The Doctor a annoyed, yet surprised look.

The Doctor chuckled a bit, stopping a few yards to the right of the man. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to work this part out?... You're harvesting humans, gaining their knowledge because you're people are all dead, kept frozen down there," He pointed towards where him and Myra saw the bodies, "While you tried to build all of them, ever single one of them, a mind of their own. You need others brains so that you can give them to your people, so therefore you visit every single on of your victims. You get inside their head and slowly extract their brains..." The Doctor paused, looking down at one of the consoles. "You must be dying to know why it isn't working..."

The Doctor flinched when Myra had fallen to the ground, in a deep sleep. He hurried to her side as the unknown creature taunted, prowling around him as he knelt next to his new companion. His eyes burned with anger as his temper rose. He stood, still looking down at Myra. "There is one thing you NEVER want to do," The Doctor growled, looking up to the other Alien, "Is hurt my friends." With that he bolted around the room, looking around. His head raced with ideas as he looked at all the controls, recognizing them all. The creature watched him, a shiver of fear running down his back seeing how hell bent the Doctor was on saving his new friend.

The Doctor went right to the main control panel, looking at all the buttons. "I have been alone for a very long time, sir. Do you know what that means?!" He spun around to face the alien, fear now plainly written all over the creature. The fire that burned in The Doctors eyes was enough to scare anyone off. "I'm not merciful!" Spit flew from The Doctors lips as he yelled. Turning his smashed his fist down on a red button. Sirens instantly went off, red lights flashing along with the wailing of the warning system. A gas started to fill the room, quickly covering the floor. The man rushed to the control panel. "You fool! This will kill me and my people!" The creature said, turning to see The Doctor had picked up Myra, and was walking out.

He turns to look at the other alien. "They were already dead... You just refused to understand you can't force another living beings mine into a dead one," The Doctor said, glaring at the man. He turned and walked, his pace quick as his lungs started to get the urge to cough. He could hear the man in back of him coughing and gagging, his lungs starting to fill with water. By the time The Doctor was at the cat walk he was running, Myra still in his arms. When he got to the TARDIS he quickly slammed the door shut with a foot, and hurried Myra onto the landing where the controls were. He laid her down gently before pulling his screwdriver out. Scanning her quickly he let out a relieved sigh. She was going to be okay, nothing bad showing up on the life scans he did.

Quickly flying out of the ship he let the TARDIS sit and relax just above the Earth, softly humming. The Doctor watched Myra closely, never taking his eyes of her for more than a second. When she started to stir he hurried to her side, kneeling next to her."Look who's u-" He started, but was cut off when Myra suddenly tackled him, hugging him tightly. The Doctor laughed, hugging her back, and when she kissed his cheek his face instantly exploded into red. Myra quickly got up off of him and walked around. As he got up he noted her quick recovery was very good. She was strong, and seemed stubborn. Just like Amy. Myra's 'new' nickname for him always made his hearts tighten with sadness, but it was a good sadness. It made him remember what the old time use to be like. How he could make these times become better.

Hearing Myra ask her question he smiled, pausing for a moment before walking over to the consol. "She... The TARDIS is a she," He corrected, "And yes, it means she likes you." The Doctor smiled, flicking a few switches and pressing a few buttons before pulling a lever. The whining of the TARDIS started up, and within seconds the 'boom' of the TARDIS landing sounded. "You're home," He said with a small smile, not looking up at Myra. "Your mother should recover fully within a few days... That man won't be bothering you anymore," The Doctor looked up shyly.

The Doctor frowned, hearing Myra suggest him staying with them. "Myra listen I-" He started, but stopped when Myra gave him a stubborn look. Frowning he sighed, and allowed her to take his hand. Part of him wanted to go back to the TARDIS, to either go back in hiding or get back into trouble with some other alien race. But the other part of him actually enjoyed the presents of Myra, enjoying her company as well as her kinda stubborn side. She really did remind him a lot of Amy.

The Doctor smiled wide seeing Julia in the doorway. It meant that she was doing better. It meant that what he did worked. The Doctor looked up into the sky right before entering the house. He frowned even more upon hearing that he was actually hanging out with Amy's second cousin, and cousin. His eyes grew sad. He didn't even think that Amy's aunt had a husband. It does explain a lot in why Myra looks so much like her. He found himself absent mindedly staring at a picture of Myra and her family. When she noticed she explained to him who they were, and who had died. "I'm very sorry that's happened," He mumbled softly, giving her a tight hug.

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The Doctor stumbled forward when Myra attacked him from the back. He started laughing as she kissed his cheek, his face heating up a bit. When she got off and started running he smiled impossibly wider. Until he felt the absence of something in his pocket. Tapping around on his chest he gave Myra a playful glare. "You stole my screwdriver!" He yelled, sprinting after her. He never really managed to catch her.

When they got back, and he heard Myra mention the pool he grinned. It'd been a while sense he went swimming, it would be rather fun. He soon followed Myra into the TARDIS, grinning as she made warping noises in a greeting to him. Myra had a good 5 minute head start, but he knew she would get lost. "How's the water looking today?" He asked the TARDIS, trotting up the landing and into the dressing room. The TARDIS made more noises, which made The Doctor grin. Changing into some swimming trunks he easily found his way to the pool. He got there right as Myra entered.

"It's my TARDIS, what do you expect? I know how to get everywhere in here," The Doctor replied when Myra questioned his navigation skills. He winced away from the water that splashed at him when Myra jumped in, and when she invited him in, he simply jumped into the shallow end, only getting up to his navel wet at first. "You know... The warmth of the water reminds me when me and Amy fell into the mouth of a giant space whale that had a space station on it's back. It was a very interesting experience," The Doctor said with a sly grin as he waded slowly into the water.

Once up to his shoulders he dipped back and under the water, getting his hair wet. Going back up to the surface he slicked his shook his head like a dog before slicking his wild hair back. The water really did feel great. It wasn't too warm, and it wasn't too cold. He sighed and watched Myra float and swim around, smiling. He enjoyed knowing she was having fun.

The Doctor smiled to Myra, but when she talked about Amy his face went a little blank. "She was the most adventurous person I've ever met," His voice was slightly distant. When Myra splashed him in the face, he winced away, not paying attention. She ran, laughing, and The Doctor chased her. After multiple failed attempts he finally managed to catch her, picking her up and jumping into the pool with a playful roar. After playing around for a bit longer both of them got out. Myra was shivering like a leaf. The Doctor went over to her, and wrapped an extra towel around her. When she asked why he wasn't cold, he simply answered, "I've got two hearts... Twice the blood means twice the warmth," He explained.

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The Doctor quietly read a book, his legs crossed as he softly mouthed the words. Ever sense the Angels and Amy, The Doctor quickly learned to stop reading allowed, and almost all together. He figured that it was time to finally start again, so he picked one of Myras books and was reading it. It was an interesting adventure. He hardly even noticed Myra against his shoulder, but every time she moved away he found himself missing the warmth of her cheek against his shoulder. When he heard exclaimed words he looked up, a lost look across his face. When he looked up and saw the mistletoe his cheeks exploded in red. Upon hearing someone yell it was tradition to kiss The Doctor jumped up from the couch.

"It's your tradition, not mine!" He defended, his face still hot as he glanced to Myra. He hurridly pulled his screwdriver out of his pocket, and pointed it at the twig that was above them. Within seconds the mistletoe was in flames, and quickly became ashes in the air. "What mistletoe?" He joked with a playful smile, looking to Myra. His face was still red. He held her gaze for a moment or two before uncomfortably looking away, his neck turning the same hue as his face now. He adjusted his bowtie, shifting from one foot to the other as if uncomfortable.

The Doctor looked to Julia, a slight frown on his face as she talked. He didn't say anything, knowing that no one would ever understand why he was reluctant to form any sort of romantic relationship. He watched as Myra paced in the kitchen. He was reluctant, but that didn't stop his hearts from speeding up every time she touched him, or they held each others gazes for a while. He groaned, clenching and unclenching his fists, getting frustrated with himself. When Myra came back, and they had looked at one another for a while. When Myra bit her lip his brain told him to just jump forward and kiss her.

She was walking away by then, and The Doctor knew better then to do so. He looked at Jamie and suck his tongue out at the child. "Territorial little rug rat," The Doctor joke, a playful smile once again returning to his face. After about an hour more of jibber jabbering with the other guests in the house he started to feel a little claustrophobic. He wanted to check up on the TARDIS. Glancing in back of him he saw Myra was occupied with taking care of the little children. It's not like he was leaving for good, he just wanted to hang out in his actual home.

Sneaking out of the house he hurriedly trotted across the street, his feet crunching in the lightly snow covered grass. Unlocking the TARDIS he slipped in. The light immediately turned on, the center console blinking and beeping as it greeted The Doctor. He smiled, walking up to the landing. Circling around the controls a sad look once again grew on his face. He stared at a picture of him, Amy, and Rory. After a few seconds he ripped his eyes away from the picture with a growl. "You need to stop doing this to yourself!" He scolded himself, hitting the crown of his head with the heal of his balled up hands. He flung himself down onto the TARDIS chair, looking at the floor. He closed his eyes and held his breath for a few seconds before letting it out.

The Doctor hadn't looked up when he heard the door squeak open. The only reason he opened his eyes to look up was because he heard Myra talking. He smiled hearing her wanting to see the stars. They had been in space together, but it was only for a few minutes, and she was asleep for half of those minutes. He stood up, and suddenly hugged Myra. "Then I'm sure you'll love what I'm about to show you," He whispered, feeling grateful. He was lucky to have a friend like Myra. After the quick hug he started to run around the controls of the ship, doing his usual dance with the TARDIS.

Within seconds the TARDIS was flying. The wheezing stopped, but there was no indication of the TARDIS landing. It didn't exactly land, and when Myra opened the door it showed that they were floating above the Earth. The space ship that they had been in months before had drifted off to the middle of no where, left to never rot or rust. "Your cousin thought the same thing," The Doctor said, walking up behind Myra. When the ship jolted and both of them collapsed together he could feel his stomach do summer saults, and his hearts gain speed. When Myra moved The Doctor glared at the TARDIS's controls. "I swear she is getting more and more defective by the day... You never use to do this with the others!" He yelled the ending at the TARDIS as he walked away from the doors.

"I want to show you something," The Doctor said as he went under the clear landing of the control center. He shuffled around a pile of what looked like junk for a second before holding up two harnesses, ropes connected to them. "Ah-ha!" He ran back to Myra in triumph. "How about we do a little space walk?" The Doctor asked, a playful gleam in his eye. Without another word he started to hook the harness around Myras legs and waist, directing her legs, telling her which loops to step through. Making sure her harness was secure and in order he checked the rope connected to it.

Once everything was in order for Myra, The Doctor grinned widely to her. "Geronimo," He said before giving Myra a big shove out of the TARDIS. She stumbled out, but the instant she was outside of the TARDIS she floated weightlessly. The Doctor smiled watching her for a second before he quickly hooked himself up. Normally he would just hold his companion in place and let them float, like he did with Amy, but this time he wanted to be outside with his companion.

With a push off the edge the Doctor was floating with Myra, laughing and smiling as he looked all around. They could only go a few feet out before the ropes keeping them attached to the TARDIS reached their full length. The Doctor looked to Myra with a large smile. They floated together, and to prevent them from hitting one another too hard, he grabbed Myras waist. He looked into her eyes, fighting the urge to glance down at her lips. "M-Myra look," He mumbled, a frown starting to tug his smile away. "I like you... I really do, but... I can't promise you your safety, and I can't promise you that our relationship we have now will end very well... I'm a dangerous man... A dangerous, never aging , man..."