This is my first ever High School Musical fic. I've been working on this on and off for a few weeks now, and decided it was time I got around to typing it up. Most of it has been planned and quite a lot of it has been written and will be done soon. There will be quite a lot of references to Doctor Who (the new series) in this story, but you don't have to seen any of it, or even like it, to understand this story. Hope you enjoy it. I crave feedback, so please leave comments, good or bad. But please, no "Doctor Who is crap" posts.
My name is Ryan Evans, and I come from planet Earth. This is where I was born, and this is where I died. For the first seventeen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever... Until I met a man called the Doctor.
A man who could change his face, his body, but he's still the same person. He took me away from home in his magnificent time travel machine. He took me to the ends of the earth, to the time of the dinosaurs, to far distant galaxies, and back again. We traveled through the whole of time and space together, just the two of us. Me and my Doctor.
He showed me the birth of the Universe, the death of the Sun, and everything in between.
I thought it would never end.
At least that's what I thought. But then came the Travelers. Then came the battle and the war. And that's when I lost my love. My Doctor. Never knowing how much I loved him.
This is my last story.
For this is the story of how I died.
I dropped the pencil as I heard the thuds on the door.
"Come on, butt-much, we're gonna be late."
My sister Sharpay. Never the one to behave like a normal human being in the mornings. Can't ever just knock on my door and say 'time to go'. Always has to interrupt me every time I'm writing. I close the book and pop it into a plastic folder - my writings folder. Never leaves my side. Too much precious things in there that I would never leave lying around for anyone to touch. And then if I want to write something or add to a story, it's right there.
Now I hear you thinking it. Why take the folder with al the writings everywhere I go? What if something happens to it? Well, you may think it strange, but it's all, or at least most of it, is typed up on my computer, under various folders and password protected so no-one can get into them.
Now I know you have another question. Why write it all out on paper if I'm gonna type it up after? Well, there's something significant about writing on paper. I don't know what it is, but I just feel so much better writing it by pencil rather than keyboard.
No-one really understands why I like it so much. Most of the time they'll use computers to write their stuff in class, even maths is starting to get computers to replace books, but I'll still prefer to write by hand. I know my teachers would rather I used a computer, but I know that at least one of them has a fond affection for my writing.
Pity that has to be Ms Darbus.
Now don't get me wrong. I really do like Ms Darbus. She's taught me so many things about acting and singing that I could never repay her. It's just that she scrutinizes the spelling, grammar, punctuation, that if writing by a computer would be fixed for you.
So basically yeah, I like to write.
I pick up my gold hat with the sparkling trim from the hat stand and open the door to see Sharpay standing with her right hand on her hip and her left hand in front of her face so her watch is right between her eyes.
"Sorry. I was just finishing."
She looked to me with one of her icy stares, then quickly put her hands on her chest over her heart and turned away from me.
"Oh, Doctor," she cooed in a swanky voice, "Where are you taking me today?"
She dropped her hands and started walking towards the stairs. I just had enough time to grab my book bag and run along the corridor to fall into step behind her. It was annoying. Even at home walking down stairs we had to be in perfect sync.
"I'm sorry Shar." I said taking the steps two at a time. "I had a dream last night and I wanted to write it down before I forgot it all."
Sharpay stopped on the last step and turned around to face me, holding her left hand out in front of her to stop me in my tracks. Her finger touched the bottom of the police box that was dangling from round my neck.
"So you make us late because you had another dream about snoggin David Tennant?" She turned again and started for the front door. "He's just a guy on the tv. You don't see me getting all lovesick about Charlie from Lost do ya?"
Now I could have responded with something I've been wanting to say for a while, but I had to keep it to myself.
"I said I'm sorry, quit hassling me." I moved ahead of her and jumped down the three steps and stopped at the passenger door.
Sharpay pulled her keys out of her stupid little purse as she kept walking towards her side. Dangling from a keyring was one of those mini-photo holders with a picture of Dominic Monaghan on it. See, I could have been really nasty to her and mentioned that, but I'm not horrible enough to rub one of her crushes in her face. So she criticizes me for having a crush on the Doctor, but I've seen her kiss that keyring when she thinks I'm not looking.
We both open the doors at the same time, and I try to get in in a way that bounces the car just a little too much. I know she hates that. I expect her to shout at me about having manners for the car, but for some reason, today she doesn't.
"Look bro. I think its sweet you have a crush on the Doctor guy." I look at her strangely, expecting her sarcasm to come any second, but she only smiles at me. "And I really do think it's great that you write so many stories about it. I just wish you'd let me read them."
I hold my bag tighter into me. There's no way I would show anyone my work, and she knows it. That doesn't mean she doesn't try though.
"Sorry Shar. I really don't want anyone to read my stuff. It's private, you know."
She's already halfway down the street before she turns back to me again. There's a look in her eyes I've seen quite often before. But never in public. You could say it's like hurt almost. Yes, I know. You don't expect Sharpay to have emotions, or at least ever show them.
But then, her nickname really is so unwarranted.
"Please tell me what you were writing about."
And then she makes those awful puppy dog eyes that she does whenever she wants her own way. And I fall for it every time.
I sigh softly, because as much as I like to keep my things private, it is good to talk to her about my thoughts sometimes.
When I told her I was gay - or rather, when she told me - it was such a relief that I had someone who was so understanding, and who would actually listen to what I had to say. And she never judged, never threw it back in my face. Well, there was once that she called me 'my little gay boy', but she saw how much that hurt me, even though she wasn't saying it in a nasty way.
And it's good to have someone who sticks up for me at school. Now don't get me wrong. I don't need to someone to fight my battles for me, but getting called poof and fag and queer all the time does sort of take it outta ya, so when Sharpay stands up for me, well, let's just say that I love my sister for it.
"It was kinda weird." I say, finally putting my book bag onto the floor. "Me and the Doctor were fighting in this big war and there were these bad guys all around us. And the Doctor took my hand and told me we would be okay, but it wasn't the Doctor anymore."
"Who was it?" Sharpay asked, never taking her eyes off the road in front of her.
I don't know if I should really tell her who it was. I trust my sister with many things, but I really don't think I could stand her knowing that I dreamt about Troy Bolton.
Yes, okay, I do like Troy. I mean, who wouldn't? He's marvelous. He has such a wonderful personality, he is such a good laugh, and, did I mention he's totally hot?
"I'm not sure, but I think it was still meant to be the Doctor. So whoever he was, the Doctor does something with the Tardis that destroys all the bad guys, but I get sucked up too and we get separated. I end up stuck on another place with no way to get back and no way for the Doctor to get me. And he tells me that we won't ever see each other again, and that because I'm missing back home, I'm listed as dead."
"You dreamt that you died?"
To be honest, I don't think Sharpay was really listening anymore.
"I didn't die. Everyone just thought I was dead."
I watched her take this in, and I think I saw a spark of understanding in her eyes. She's not stupid, my sister, but it can take a few tries for her to get what people are talking about.
"I tell the Doctor..."
"Or who is supposed to be the Doctor guy." Sharpay cut in. At least I know she understands that part.
"Yeah, that I love him. And he kisses me."
I have an urge to touch my lips, still feeling something from the dream where the Doctor, or I should say Troy, kissed me. But if I did at that moment, then I know Sharpay would think me even more crazy that I already am.
"So you did dream about snogging the Doctor." She laughed. I didn't.
"And then he said 'Ryan Evans I love', and then he was gone. And I was on my own."
Okay, so I touched my lips to feel the after-effects from the kiss. Or the dream kiss at least. That's the first time I can really remember being kissed in a dream, and it feels really weird. It was so life-like.
"And now you're writing a story about it?"
Sharpay started to slow the car as we were heading into the student parking lot at East High.
"Yeah. I know I'll need to think up a lot of stuff about how the fight happened, who it was with, where I ended up and stuff. But I think I'm gonna enjoy finding out."
She pulls up to her usual space and, surprisingly for a seventeen year old girl, actually parks it right between the white lines first time. I'm still amazed every time she does that.
"As long as you get to kiss your Doctor guy."
She smiled playfully as she got out of the car. I grabbed for my book bag and did the same. She looked at me then as I stood up, and I knew from the look on her eye not to slam the car door, so I didn't. Sharpay was being so nice just now, I didn't want to spoil it.
"I think it might be better if maybe he disappeared just as he was about to."
I have to admit. Kissing the Doctor would be a good ending - or hopefully not a complete ending - to the stories, but there's something wonderful there about the almost perfect moment of a kiss, and then having it pulled away and left untouched.
We took the five steps into the main building, and I carefully tucked the Tardis neck chain inside my shirt. Sharpay didn't mind it out when we were at home, but when we were at school, we had to be perfect.
As usual, people parted ways for us - for her really. I mean, why would they part ways for me? She reached her locker first, got her books out and closed again in the time it took me to put in the first part of my locker combination.
Down the corridor, I could see some of the basketball players that made the school such a big name. But to be honest, my eyes weren't on them. They were slightly to the left, watching the guy laughing and joking with them. My Doctor guy.
He's looking so hot. His hair is flopping on his face as he laughs. I just stand there with my locker open, my head still facing in his direction, pretending to be getting stuff out of my locker. I barely notice Sharpay moving away.
Then, still smiling, he turns my way with a big grin on his face. I turn away quickly and close my locker, following after Shar.
So I like Troy Bolton? So I get nervous when I see him? Is that so bad?
I know what Sharpay would say to that...