A/N: Well hello there everyone. Thank you for taking the time to give this a chance, that's super nice of you. Right now I'm pretty addicted to the story plots where someone jumps into the Doctor who dimension and messing with the future, so I thought I'd give it a try. I really just write whatever my muse is at the time. This is the first chapter of my new story, "I'm a what now?" and I'm excited. Super excited. This is going to be fun. Let's get this started!

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my character and my constant need to stay up all night drinking coffee and writing this story.

Chapter One. Flu Medicine

I woke up after dying.

I never thought I'd do that.

Opening my eyes again after that last breath, after feeling that numbing tingling that had spread through my entire body until my vision went dark, after my chest felt so heavy, it's very disorienting.

Uh, I guess I should start at the beginning?

My death wasn't really that big of a deal, there weren't any big hysterical crowds filled with horrified onlookers, or any sudden tragic series of happenstance events that occurred just right to kill me. No truck that flew through a red light, no thief with a gun, no saving a baby from a burning building, no sudden 'never saw it coming' last hurrah. No, no no nothing like that.

I died in my bedroom, in my bed, in the middle of the night because I had the flu. I'm pretty sure no one's even going to notice for awhile. It was a slow process, I was sick for days and no matter what medicine I took it did shit for the fever. In the end I think I actually died from choking after getting too weak to sit up, than from the fever cooking my insides.

But back to the thing that matter.

I woke up.

Which is weird. Really really weird. I woke up in the dirt under a highway overpass, and when I looked out into the distance I could see a city. At first I thought I was hallucinating, or maybe I was in heaven. But the rocks digging into my back made me throw out that idea, heaven wasn't supposed to hurt and neither should an illusion. And I really didn't think the afterlife would have a big city full of smog and cars.

And don't get me started on the whole glowing orange energy thing.

One moment I'm dead in bed, the next I'm screaming under a bridge as my skin explodes with a burst of swirling orange golden stuff that felt like lava in my veins. It was so sudden, one moment I'm standing up and wondering how the hell I got there, and the next I'm falling to my knees hysterical as the pain hits. I could feel everything burn up, and it was not pleasant in the least, made my flu seem like a walk in the park.

When I finally finished lighting up the entire area like a god damned oversized lightbulb, I had the nice time trying to make my way to the closest establishment in clothes that were now way too big. I was in complete denial of my current situation, numb and thoroughly in shock as I stumbled down the street. I had to roll my pants legs more than halfway up after tripping a few times.

I could totally understand the strange looks I was getting when I finally caught my reflection in a store window.

I screamed like a little girl, which was totally understandable, seeing how I looked to be about five or six by my appearance. It was probably very strange to see a little kid poke, prod and pinch at their face like I did in horror.

And you want to know the best part?

I, who the last time I checked was a twenty two year old woman, was now a red headed dimpled faced freckled cheeked, green eyed little boy.

So yea, I woke up.

It was pretty damn weird.

A/N: Alright, It's done. Chapter one complete and now onwards to the next chapter! Thanks for reading this, hope you liked it!

Sooo, tell me what you think? Pretty please? I was hoping that I could come up with my own idea while still keeping it interesting...