Way Worse Than Scottish: I'm asuming she's marrying the 12th Doctor who just so happens to be ginger...
Personally I think anyone who goes on fanfiction has no life/is insane or a
combination of the two... I fall into both categories LOL
As far as a review on this chapter... Really it was just answering questions
and Tommy being cute (as always)
Me: Way Worse Than Scottish you are….WRONG!
sailormajinmoon:sorry, didn't realize it wasn't showing. but your email is I'm going to guess that its the 12th Doctor that Tory marries, and either her
only showing the username, maddygarnett. my email is stepphrobbins aol*com
(just replace the asterisk with a . and the space with the symbol (if the
end part doesn't show up, its an AOL account))
or the Doctor are going to regenerate next chapter and become ginger.
Timmy: That would be half right. Try again.
Tiva100:pears would love to meet Timmy at Craigs house to have a play date
with stormagedon!
i believe that Tory will marry the doctors 12th regeneration, who will be
ginger! and i also think that Tory's next regeneration will be ginger, so they
can be ginger snap buddies!
sincerely, interested reader
Timmy: Yet again only half right….sorry… but I would love to meet up! How's Friday?
Me: However you did guess why the story is called Ginger, it is indeed named for the hair colour of our main character! So pick your reward, you may ask for anything you wish of me; this includes one-shots, challenges ect and even writing you into the story. Choose carefully.
And for those who want the one-shots I can't send them to you for at least another two weeks as they are in Egypt and I am in England. Sorry but I promise I will do it as soon as I can.
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Ginger ran down the corridors of the bubble-shock factory, cussing under her breath as the aliens that were in charge of the place followed in their human forms.
"Next time I use the bomb!" she scolded herself as she ran, "None of this 'seeing if the aliens are really bad' business; it's just too stressful!"
She turned down another corridor searching for two things; one being the exit, the other been what the aliens had referred to as the archetype; which she was under the impression of being a human clone with all the memories of every person to enter the bubble-shock factory. Luckily Ginger had climbed in through a window.
I wonder what it would be like, she thought to herself, too have that many memories while I have none? It was true; Ginger could remember nothing about her life before a year ago. She had woken up in a destroyed and abandoned building with no memory of who she was or how she had gotten there. Hell, Ginger wasn't even her real name! It was the one the man who had found her called her.
His name had been Michael but he had died at the start of the year after drinking bubble-shock, which was why Ginger was here now. Michael had believed in aliens from the get go and as he taught Ginger everything he knew. She had become fascinated herself and after six months of trying to find out who she was. After failing she had thrown herself into Michaels work.
Ginger herself fascinated Michael in her own right; she had two hearts! That was the only thing that she knew about herself because the two rings on her left hand had produced more questions than they had answers; if someone had loved her enough to ask her to marry him why wasn't he looking for her?
There were so many questions and Ginger had no answers, so she ignored them and carried on with her life as best she could.
Ginger climbed back out of the window in the woman's bathroom- it was a squeeze, she admitted it- and jogged around the corner of the factory. Ginger smirked as she caught sight of the lime-green car that could only belong to one person, Sarah Jane Smith.
Ginger glanced around trying to catch sight of the elusive woman that had become her friend when they met after both of them trying and failing to get in contact with the owner of Bubble-shock. They had struck up a firm friendship and Ginger had turned over control of her investigation to the older woman.
Ginger took a running jump and settled herself on the front of Sarah Jane's car to wait for her friend.
Ginger didn't jump when the factory blew up right before her eyes but she did raise an eyebrow at the sight of Sarah Jane jumping around with a pair of teenagers, one female and the other male. The male was the archetype that Ginger had been looking for and was wearing all white, the female was a normal teenage girl. When the ecstatic trio stopped celebrating and turned towards the car all three froze at the sight of Ginger sitting on top of it.
"'Ello Sarah Jane," Ginger hopped off the car and grinned at the older woman cheekily. "Did ya' miss me?"
"Ginger," Sarah Jane looked half disapproving and half excited out of her mind. "Where have you been?"
"Out and about," she answered in a Scottish accent.
"Who is this woman, Sarah Jane?" the boy in white asked.
"This is a good friend of mine," she had her arms over both teens' shoulders. "Ginger."
"Why is her name the same as her hair colour?" he asked. Ginger laughed while Sarah Jane looked slightly nervous; afraid of upsetting her friend.
"Don't worry Sarah Jane. My name is Ginger because I was named after my hair." She answered the boy who nodded.
"Not to be rude," the girl spoke up, "but can we go home? I need to check up on my dad!"
"Right! Of course!" Sarah Jane pulled out her car keys as she spoke, "Meet you there Ginger?"
"You know it!" Ginger turned and headed off to where she had left her convertible.
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When the two cars pulled up at 13 Bannerman Road the girl leapt out and ran across the road into another house. The boy, Sarah Jane and Ginger following at a more sedate pace.
They entered the house with Sarah Jane in front and the boy by her side, Ginger behind them. They heard the end of what the girl's father was saying.
"-from the factory and gave everyone hallucinations." The trio entered the room. It was full of boxes in various states of been unpacked, and standing in front of the T.V. was the girl and a good looking man that could only be her father.
"Oh hello." He didn't sound very enthusiastic when greeting Sarah Jane.
"Oh has Sarah Jane been rude again?" Ginger moved into full view as she spoke, "I must apologise on my sister's behalf." Both teens looked confused until Sarah Jane mouthed 'cover story'.
"Very much excepted." He held out his hand, which Ginger took.
"Sorry about before," Sarah Jane interrupted with a glare in Ginger's direction, to which she shrugged innocently. "Welcome to the neighbourhood." They shook hands.
"Certainly been eventful. Is it always like this?"
"Nah; this is a quiet day." Sarah Jane answered and Ginger tuned out of the conversation, choosing instead to fiddle with the boy's hair to try and style it. She was brought back when a very loud woman entered the house and sniggered when the boy call her rude.
Sarah Jane pulled them both of the house and into her own.
"Does this mean you're my Aunt?" the boy asked unexpectedly.
"Huh?" Ginger looked at him in confusion.
"If Sarah Jane is my mother and you are her sister does this not make you my Aunt."
"Sweetheart I'm not really her sister." Ginger explained.
"I know, but if you follow that logic I am not really her son." He gave Ginger a moment to think, "So are you my Aunt." Ginger looked over at Sarah Jane, who was smiling happily before nodding.
"Yeah kid; I guess it does." Ginger smiled to herself; she had a family.
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Me: it has been brought to my attention that there is another site where my one-shots can be posted for you to read….as soon as I have them up I'll leave a link. *Leaves room*
Timmy: Thank you HazelEyedLeah this is the happiest I've seen Madd Madds since Tory left. Thank you, please feel free to ask for anything you would like of me the rewards include those listed at the beginning of the chapter, please address you response to me so Madd Madds will not read it. Thank you once more.