A.N. Hey guys, I've never written a Doctor Who fanfiction, much less a crossover, so it's a first time for me. I have, however, written Harry Potter and Twilight fanfictions, and the stories all came out with good reviews, but had to be deleted because I didn't have the time to juggle them all.

Unfortunately, I am currently working on a piece that I wish to publish, and so the writing on this story may seem a bit slow, but I will try my best to give regular updates!

Prologue

You know, I never believed in fairy-tales.

My mother would sit me down, and read them to me.

Stories of girls clinging to their last chance, and a brave knight or prince that saves the day.

I never had the time for such day-dreaming.

The mere thought of me dressed in an over the top ball gown made me laugh, it's just not me.

My parents wanted me to love the tales, like they had when they were younger.

My mother wanted me to be one of those girls who sits by their windows, watching for Prince Charming.

She wanted me to be the 'Damsel-in-distress'.

The idea never appealed to me, though. I didn't have the time for silly things like day-dreaming.

It's shocking, that a girl of my age didn't want to be a princess or a queen.

In infants school, they asked me what I wanted to be.

All the other girls had said something along the lines of 'Princesses' or 'Cinderella'.

I remember turning to my teacher and smiling at her, she waited for me to answer, and I took a moment to think before replying,

"I want to dance in the stars."

My teacher smiled, and shook her head.

No, I wasn't a damsel in distress, but when the night came along, and banished the day, the stars would twinkle above me, like a sea of whispers.

I knew where I wanted to be.