Own nothing…

It was the end of Hermione's sixth year, and she was tired. Tired of being in constant danger, and tired of watching and waiting for some sign of the war letting up. But no such sign was coming her way; she was stuck in Limbo…figuratively speaking anyway.

It was dinnertime of the week before summer, and she was walking to her seat, ready to just eat something and go to bed. She had been feeling weird for the past few weeks. Like something was about to happen, something about to strike…like she was forgetting something. Her pocket watch was feeling extremely awkward in her hands, like she needed to open it.

But her father told her never to open it, not without probable cause. Probable cause for what? To open a stupid pocket watch, why should she need a cause to see what time it was? He also took away her Time Turner, saying she didn't need to cheat time, but he would always call himself a Time Lord, The Master.

He said that she was a Time Lord to. A protector of Time. She would never get why, but he died for that name…Master, one of the last Time Lords. He said that there were only three left: her, him, and the Doctor; the man who would be the death of him.

She sighed; her own mother was the one who killed her father, shooting him in front of millions, because he had killed billions of others. He deserved it, but her step-mother didn't deserve to kill him. She was watching, like millions, as the man called the Doctor held him in his arms, not knowing that the Master's daughter and him were the only ones left of their kind.

The last of the Time Lords from Galliefrey.

She was about ten feet from Ron, Harry and the rest of her friends, when she felt a pull, one she couldn't ignore. Her eyes grew wide, when she felt something wrapped around her, and pulled her away from everyone.

Screaming, she fell backwards into a black abyss, watching as Harry and Ron jump to get her. But she was gone. Her eyes shut tight; she didn't want to know where she was going. Not until she was there, which was not until minutes pass.

She slammed down onto the ground with a thud, eyes opening; she saw wires and thingy-mabobs everywhere. "Where am I?" she asked, standing up to see the Doctor by the console.

"Who are you?" the Doctor screeched, looking around and then back at her. "How did you get on the TARDIS?"

"The TARDIS… Oh dear god, you're the Doctor aren't you?" Hermione started to freak out; she was standing in front of the man, who held her father while he died in his arms.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, how do you know who I am?" The Doctor came closer to her.

"Back up," Hermione whispered, watching as he stopped, "How I know your name doesn't matter, how I came to be in you little Magic Space Bus is the main question here."

"The TRADIS is not a Magic Space Bus, it's an alien space ship, Miss."

"Well excuse me for being wrong, it's not like I've been on lot of other space ships!" She shouted, throwing her arms in the air, before calming down. She watched the Doctor's face, as her shoulders slumped. "Sorry, it's just kind of a lot to take in, being beamed up by the mother ship and all."

"Okay, let's start over then, I'm the Doctor…though you already know that, who are you?" He walked closer, stopping as Hermione back away.

She didn't trust him; even though her father thought highly of the Doctor, she just didn't think he would be happy if found out her name was Hermione Jane Saxon, daughter of Harold Saxon.

(When her father found her she changed her name to Saxon, though she kept it Granger in the wizardry world!)

"Hermione." She stated, looking around, analyzing the TARDIS.

"Okay good, now Hermione, do you have any idea as to how you got into my ship, that is billions of miles away from any planet?"

"Not really, other then a black hole thingy behind me, pulling me in with invisible hands. And it was around dinner time too." She answered, as her stomach growled. "So…we're billions and billions of miles from Earth right?"

"Earth? Okay, now I have some perspective of where you're from, and by your accent, England right…around London?"

Sighing, she rolled her eyes, "Yes, and my horoscope sign is a Virgo and I'm 62cm tall…now that we're done with this nonsense, how do I get home?"

"Touché, I can just take you back home…but why would a black hole bring you to my ship?" He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at her. He waited until it was done scanning her, watching as she never so much as blink during the scanning.

"Well nothing's wrong with you, but there's something in your pocket that might've cause the black hole…" he held his hand out, "May I see it?"

Her hand went straight into her pocket, holding her pocket watch. To hell that she was going to let the Doctor know about her being like him, about her being like her father.

"What ever is in there Hermione may or already put you in Danger, and I can help you through it. If you just let me see what ever is in your pocket." His eyes pierced her's, "Hermione what is in your pocket?"

"It doesn't concern you Doctor. It only concerns my father and myself."

"Then who is your father Hermione, and why is whatever is in your pocket show higher telepathic energies?"

She sighed, his words rolling her head like a wheel, why should she tell the man that got to spend her father's last moment with, about her pocket watch; that she had long before she found her father…why?

"Its just a pocket watch Doctor, nothing bad, nothing harmful." She stated, staring him in the eyes, "And besides, you know my father better then anyone…after all, he died in your arms."

His eyes widen, just like she thought they would, his mind reeling over her words. Her father was Harold Saxon, The Master: the man who ran from the war, and had killed millions.

And here was his offspring, his daughter, standing right in front of the man, the Doctor; who had taken him away from her.

Sooo…what do you think?

Usually crossovers like this were all about the Doctor wanting a new companion…much like my other one called "The Firewhisky Wars." It's the sequel fic to "The Parting Glass" written by an awesome writer, whose name I have trouble spelling…sorry!