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That Fateful Day

Emmy Andrews walked through the busy streets of downtown London, a coffee cup in her hand as she tried to make her way to work from her college dorm. "Tried" was most definitely the key word in that sentence for Emmy. She worked in a small bookshop about four blocks away from her dorm building, but on busy week days in the city, with all the people on the sidewalk, it was virtually impossible for her to get there.

Tired and fed up, Emmy resolved to shoving her way through the crowd instead of trying to politely ask others to move or follow the flow. Clearly those methods were just not working for her had nearly made it to the end of the street when she collided with a body much larger than hers that was moving at a much faster speed than she was. Emmy let out a deep "oomph". Now on the ground, Emmy let out a deep sigh. Not only was she going to be late for work, but Emmy was also sitting on a London sidewalk completely covered in coffee.

Emmy looked up and saw a man standing above her, a woman next to him. The man was dressed in a brown pinstriped suit with a light shirt and a tie with an odd design on it. He had a bow slung across his back. The girl standing next to him was a beautiful colored girl dressed in jeans and a maroon-red leather jacket. She had the quiver to go with the man's bow. "Look what you've done, Doctor," the girl muttered with a whack to the man's arm, "You've dragged her into this, haven't you?"

The man-The Doctor, Emmy noted- checked his watch and looked around frantically before grabbing onto Emmy and pulling her to her feet. "Yes, sorry," he said, dragging her quickly along. The girl in the jacket kept up quite easily and seemed to be giving the man dirty looks. "I'm the Doctor. This is Martha Jones, and I'm quite sorry but I doubt you'll life will be the same after this."

"The Doctor?" Emmy asked, feeling quite out of breath, "What kind of name is that? The Doctor's not even a proper name. What's happening right now? I've got to go to work."

"Look," the girl-Martha- said, "I'm quite sorry, but you've got his scent now. They may come after you. And anything that happens from here on out is going to seem insane. It's going to seem absolutely bonkers, but I promise that it's absolutely real. You'll just have to go along with it and I promise everything is going to make sense later. I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to believe me."

If anything, Martha's little speech make Emmy even more confused than she had been before. "What's going on?" Emmy spat out, not trying to be rude but simply not able to find any other words.

"Four things," the Doctor said, "Well... four things and a lizard."

"A lizard?!"

"Yes, a lizard." The Doctor replied, grabbing onto Emmy's wrist once more. She hadn't even noticed him let go of her in the first place. Coming up to the end of the block, the Doctor raised his hands up to his lips and let out a loud whistle, startling immediately, a taxi pulled up and the three clambered in.

"How did you do that?" Emmy gaped as Martha told the address to the cab driver, "It takes me forever to hail a taxi in this place and you can just do it in ten seconds flat? How are you?"

"I told you," said the Doctor with a sigh, "I'm called the Doctor."

Emmy rolled her eyes, "I know you're called the Doctor. But that's not who you are. I'm called Emmy, but I'm really a twenty-one year going for a double major in physics and chemistry. So I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Are. You?"

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Martha exclaimed, making Emmy jump and turn to look at her, "You're more work than he is! Can't you tell this is an emergency? We'll tell you after all of this is done."

Emmy closed her eyes and rubbed her thumbs in soothing circles against her temples. "I can't do this," she muttered to herself as the cab screeched to a halt, "I need to get to work."

The Doctor and Martha climbed out of the taxi on either side of her, leaving Emmy no chance but to do the same. "Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!" she heard someone calling from just outside the door of one of the buildings. Emmy looked over to see a blonde woman running towards them, a dark folder clutched in her grasp.

"Hello," the Doctor said, though Emmy could tell he had no clue who the woman was, "Sorry, bit of a rush. There's a sort of thing happening. Fairly important we stop it."

"My god, it's you," the woman breathed, "It really is you. Oh, you don't remember me do you?" She looked between the three of them and seemed to be noticing the state they were in for the first time.

"Doctor, we haven't time for this. The migration's started," Martha told the Doctor, itching to leave.

The Doctor nodded and turned to the woman, "Look, sorry, I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times, especially at weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own."

"Oh, my God, of course. You're a time traveller. It hasn't happened to you yet. None of it. It's still in your future," said the woman, coming to a realization and nodding at the three.

"What hasn't happened?" Emmy asked, looking at Martha and then turning to look up at the Doctor, "You're a time traveller?!"

"Doctor please, twenty minutes to red hatching," Martha said, shifting from foot to foot.

The longer the other three conversed, the more Emmy's head began to hurt. The whole situation just confused her. And for some reason, she just kept on dwelling on the fact that she just had to get to work. What if she was fired? She doubted she'd have enough money to eat. The money her parents provided really only went so far.

Before she knew it, the woman was saying, "Goodbye, Doctor. Martha. Emmy."

"How did she know me?" Emmy asked as the three got on their way to the hatching. The woman had known who she was, but Emmy had no clue who the woman was. Did that mean that Emmy was going to meet the woman in the future? Was she going to travel through time with the doctor and Martha?

"No clue," the Doctor muttered, "It happens in the future. The only way to find out is to live through it, I suppose. Oh, this where we need to be."

If Emmy had to describe the building based on her initial reaction, the word "disgusting" would be her immediate thought. The building looked like a run-down factory of sorts. The outside walls were covered in moss and other plants and the metal doors were rusted over. Nearly all of the windows were either broken or boarded over and the entire place had a strong stench that reminded Emmy of rotten eggs. She couldn't believe that she had lived in London for three years and had never seen the place.

"Seems like an awfully dirty place to hatch eggs," Emmy muttered as the Doctor pulled out a long object that looked a bit like an electric screwdriver and pointed it at the door. The object whirred to life and lit up. The door soon swung open and the three made their way in. "What was that?"

"Sonic screwdriver," the Doctor muttered, "Does nearly whatever we want it to. 'Cept wood. It doesn't work on wood."

"Sonic? Well it wouldn't work on wood because wood is organic, isn't it? It's much harder to get resonant frequencies on wood. And you can just forget wood when it's wet."

The Doctor looked at Emmy, astonished. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a high pitched screech from the room next to them.

"Have you got a plan?" asked Martha as they crossed the room.

"Plan? No, not really. But we've got to find a way to get the lizard and it's eggs back to their ship before the eggs hatch. If the eggs hatch on Earth, it would be fatal for them. And if those babies die, it'll be fatal to London."

When the Doctor said the whole situation had the potential to be fatal to London, Emmy decided to really help out to the extent that she truly could. Being in denial would help no one. And i she really was going mad, then she might as well commit to it. "Okay," she said, "So where's the ship then?"

"Very good question!" The Doctor pointed to her, "I'm going to speak to the mother. She's likely very lost. I need you two to search the building. The ship may be in here somewhere."

"Great," Emmy muttered, "It's maybe here somewhere." She had never been one to just jump into things. Emmy had always been one to plan for everything. She even laid her outfits out in advance every nights.

"Oh, come on," said Martha, leaving the room and expecting Emmy to follow behind.

As the two moved throughout the building, the place just kept on looking more and more dirty. Emmy could hardly believe that it had once actually been a functioning work place. Then again, it was likely that it had been shut down very shortly after the end of the Industrial Revolution, and that time period was not at all known for it's safe working conditions.

"If I were an alien lizard spaceship, where would I be?" asked Martha.

Emmy smiled, "I'm just imagining an alien lizard spaceship. How on Earth would they man the controls? They must have little pads that they tap on." Knowing she was off topic, Emmy paused after that. She tried to think of an answer to Martha's question. Even though it was definitely rhetorical, the answer could help them out in the long run. "Maybe it's in the basement. That's where things always are in the movies. I dunno, it just seems fitting. Doesn't it?"

Martha smiled, "I definitely like your logic. Let's find the basement then, yeah?"

The two searched the first floor for what seemed like hours to Emmy but really could only have been ten minutes, at most, before they came across a door that seemed to be what they were looking for. The door was completely made out of think metal and was all rusted over, like almost everything else in the place. There was a large sign nailed to the door that read, "DANGER. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. KEEP OUT," in bright red letters.

"Looks like our place," Emmy muttered. She reached out to try the door handle, twisting and pulling... and twisting and pulling... and twisting and pulling, but the door just would not open. "Okay," she said, "Either we're locked out or the door is rusted shut."

"Fantastic," sighed Martha, "We're stuck out here either way. The sonic would solve both of those problems, but the Doctor has it. What the hell do we do now?" She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Emmy wondered if she was trying to calm herself or if she was just sighing out of complete exasperation. Maybe it was a combination of the two.

"W-well," stuttered Emmy, "I'm not exactly the most proud of this, but if you have a hairpin I can pick the lock. I mean, it won't help us much if the door's rusted shut, but I could definitely try."

Martha's eyes snapped to Emmy's, wide with hope. She reached into her hair and pulled one out, handing it to Emmy. "Oh my god, you're a lifesaver. But how did you learn to do this? Why are you ashamed? Oh, you haven't done anything illegal, have you?"

Emmy smiled, kneeling down in front of the door to begin her work, "No, nothing illegal. It's just that when I was a kid, I was totally convinced I was going to be a spy when I grew up. I learned how to do a whole bunch of "spy" things, including this. I used to break into my mother's stuff all the time. Irritated her a whole bunch. I even accidentally walked in on my parents once. I totally regret it now. It's not necessarily that I'm ashamed, it's just a bit embarrassing, ya know?"

Martha opened her mouth to respond but there was a click and Emmy stood up. "The moment of truth," Martha said, instead of what she had originally intended to. Emmy reached out and grabbed the knob, twisting and pulling. Like magic, the door swung open.

Martha and Emmy stood for a moment, looking ahead of them. It was virtually impossible to see to the end of the stairs. The basement was completely dark and Emmy didn't think there would be a light switch. And even if there was, she doubted it would work anymore. "You go first," she told Martha, suddenly feeling vulnerable and afraid, "I'm still new at this."

"So am I!" exclaimed Martha, "I've only had two adventures other than this. He promised me the future, and I got present time London! I think that earns me a pass on this one."

"Neither of you needs to go first," said a voice from behind them. Startled, Emmy and Martha jumped and spun around on their heels to see who had managed to sneak up on them. Emmy let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was only the Doctor. Then again, she wasn't too sure who else it would be. The Doctor smiled and gestured next to him, where the lizard was standing, all of its eggs in a pouch-like thing on its chest. "I've talked to her. She said they were looking for some extra food for their way home and hadn't known where to get any. She just stayed camped out here instead of going somewhere else. I've told her that there's a nice little stop on the way out of the galaxy, but that she needs to hurry. Her spaceship's down there. Nice job, by the way."

Martha and Emmy smiled. "It was all Emmy," Martha said, unwilling to take any credit from the young girl. Truth be told, she quite liked Emmy and was kind of hoping that the Doctor would take her along, like he had done with herself. Martha knew that she'd be going home soon, but it'd be nice to have another girl on board for whatever short time she was with the Doctor.

The Doctor nodded, his eyes wide in that odd-yet-endearing way that they always were, "Well nice job then, Emmy. We've just got to escort the lovely Esmerelda, that's her name by the way. Well, it's really Tackmysterialredina, but it translated to Esmerelda. Anyway, we've got to escort her down to her ship and see her off and then we're out. I'll finally get you to the real future, Martha."

The girls nodded, following the Doctor and Esmerelda down the stairs to the basement. Emmy had been right, there was no light switch, so the Doctor held his sonic screwdriver on, providing at least enough light for the group so that they wouldn't fall down the stairs.

Once they'd reached the bottom, Emmy got her first glimpse at a real, live spaceship. She was in complete awe. The ship looked nothing like the human rockets that they had, but it didn't look anything like the UFO's that were always being shown on those crummy programs they played at two o'clock in the morning when everyone was supposed to be asleep. The ship was designed similar to an airplane would be, but was stouter and fatter. It was a deep blue in color, with orange-tinted windows and two rocket propulsors at the back end. It stood on four wheels. Emmy had half expected it to be larger, but it was about ten feet tall, thirty feet wide, and forty feet long. But she supposed that was a pretty large ship for only one lizard. Not that she knew the lizard standards for spaceships.

Esmerelda climbed into her spaceship, making a cooing noise at the Doctor. Emmy assumed that she was either saying goodbye or thanking them, but she supposed that she'd never really know. The ship started with a steadily increasing buzz a couple of minutes later, before completely disappearing before their eyes.

"What?" asked Emmy, both in awe and out of confusion.

"Oh, yes," said the Doctor, "They've just dematerialized to a place with more space. A ship like that is only able to materialize and dematerialize within a span of maybe thirty feet, so they'll be flying off soon." He began towards the stairs, both woman following him. "What a lovely woman I'd thought that I'd need to do some shooting," he held up the bow, "Maybe need to protect her. She had just been to see her family and was trying to get back home to her husband before her babies were born. We got here in time, though. I was able to postpone the hatching until she got home. Wouldn't want for their daddy to miss it."

The three headed out of the factory and walked for a couple of blocks before the Doctor hailed a cab and the three clambered in the backseat, Emmy squished between the Doctor and Martha. "So what now?" asked Martha, "Are we just going to expect Emmy to go on with her normal life? I bet her shift's nearly over at work now."

Emmy gasped, her eyes growing wide, "Oh, that's right! Oh, no. I'll be fired! Lord, how am I supposed to finish school?" She hadn't meant to guilt either of them, but had been simply thinking out loud to herself. She truly was worried about not being able to finish school.

"Well..." The Doctor trailed off, "I suppose a few trips wouldn't hurt. What do you say? I'd be able to bring you back in time for your shift. One you would be saving lizards and the other would be working at whatever shop it is you work at. So how about it? Travel with us?"

"Travel?" asked Emmy, "As in, through time? For how long? Will I need to pack? Where on Earth did you park your ship?"

The cab pulled to a stop and the tree clambered out. "Yes trough time," the Doctor replied, "For as long as you like. Most definitely not, my ship has an infinite wardrobe. And it... blends in a bit. You should know though, we don't call it a ship. She's the TARDIS to us. Well, to everyone. Time And Relative Dimension in Space. You'll get it in a mo."

In that moment, the three had stopped in front of a blue police box. Emmy recognized the box as something seen in old family photos. It was all over the place when her mother was younger. "This is your ship?" she asked, "Bit of a squeeze, isn't it?"

The Doctor smiled and pushed the door open. Emmy stepped inside, her eyes shooting wide open. "Holy smokes. It's bigger on the inside." The place was... captivating. It was like a dream to Emmy. The ship was large, magical, and just... fantastic. It would take her away. Take her away from all her worries. How could she say no? "Yes. Yes, I'd love to travel with you two."

The Doctor smirked, as if he had known she was going to say that. And Martha smiled, excited to have her on board. "Well then," the Doctor smiled, "I guess it's time for the future, isn't it?" He pressed a few buttons on the console of the TARDIS and pulled down on a lever excitedly. Everything shook wildly, but all three were in smiles, laughing and looking forward to their next adventure.

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to writing this story. Feel free to leave any comments or tips, it's greatly appreciated. (: