Hello, readers!

This is my very first Doctor Who story. I have been working on this for a long time now, and I hope everyone will enjoy it. :)

Also, things in this story are not always what they seem . . .

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Wanderer of Time

Chapter 1: Worlds Collide

The stars were beautiful. They were always beautiful. Twinkling like a thousand crystals across the night sky. All creatures throughout the universe would look to these stars, gaze to them. Sometimes they would look to them in wonder or amazement. Other times they look towards them in curiosity or adventure. Even some would look to these stars with envy or desire. The stars were the one thing all creatures would look to. Something all wished to reach and grasp within their hands.

One such creature lay under these stars, lying on lush green grass under a clear star-filled sky. A young girl, who looked to be in her twenties, lay out on this lush green carpet of the earth. She was a rather lanky girl with long legs stretched out and her long arms folded under her head. Her chestnut hair spread out in waves around her head, bright hazel eyes stared up in admiration. Moving her arm, she reached up to the sky stretching her fingers out, almost as though wanting to touched the stars. She gave a soft smile, placing her arms back under her head while sighing with content. Blissfully enjoying the cool night.

"Wanda! Time for dinner!"

The girl, Wanda, glanced sideways towards her mother. Her mother waved to her, smiling brightly before walking back into their small, cottage-like house. Wanda gave a light smile as well. She stood up and brushed off the backside of her jeans, denim jacket, and straightened her purple shirt before walking back towards her house.

Wanda.

Wanda froze for a second, and then quickly shook her head. There was that voice again. Or one of the many voices anyway. She knew her imagination had just been overactive lately. She has been watching too much of her favorite show. Maybe she should cut back and watch something else for a while.

Walking inside, she turned to see both her mother and father sitting at the dinner table already, laughing away at some joke her father had made. They turned to her as she entered the room, beaming to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" her father asked. Wanda sat down smiling to him.

"Fine, how was your day, father?" she asked while sitting down. "And your day, mother?" Wanda glanced down to her plate to see a wonderfully made chicken dinner, just the way she loved it. She quickly picked up her fork and dug in.

"Oh, I had a lovely day working on my carvings again," her father spoke brightly.

"I worked on my garden some more," her mother also spoke.

"Oh! Are the tulips coming in well," Wanda said with a mouth full of food.

Her mother gave her a small smile. "Don't talk with your mouth full, honey."

Wanda quickly swallowed and wiped her mouth. "Oh, right, sorry."

"The tulips are coming along fine. They should be ready for the picking soon."

"And the tiger lilies?" Her mother gave a happy nod. Wanda cheered in delight. She could not wait until her mother's flowers came up. Especially, the tulips and tiger lilies, they were her favorites. Wanda smiled brightly to them both. "Will Tina be coming back home soon?"

"She called in the other day," her father replied. "She should be coming home next week from another one of her travels." Wanda cheered once more, excited to see her older sister again. She quickly ate up the rest of her meal. Getting up from her table, she quickly began to clean up and wash the dishes for her parents.

"More of your show recorded tonight. Will you be watching it?" her father asked. Wanda smiled brightly again.

"Oh, that must be more of Doctor Who, "she said happily. "But those will be just repeats now. I finished season seven last week. It'll be a while before the next season comes on."

"You could always make the next season come earlier, dear," her father said.

Wanda paused, half way from washing her dish. Blinking rapidly, she turned to her father wondering if she had heard him right. "What did you say father?"

"I said, that's too bad, honey. How long will it be until the new season?"

She blinked at him, and then smiled. "Not until next fall."

She turned back around, continuing her task from before. She heard both of them getting up from the table and leaving the room. She frowned as she pondered what she had heard her father say. Comments like that had been happening quite often lately. Ever since . . . the voices started. Not just from her family, but from her friends and people living within the village as well. They were small comments. Many to which Wanda could dismiss. However, some made her wonder . . .

She was startled out of her thoughts by the phone ringing. Hurriedly, she wiped off her hands and ran over to the phone. Picking it up, she heard the squeal of her friend Shelly on the line.

"Have you seen tonight's episode, Wanda? It's our favorite," Shelly said brightly over the phone. Wanda smiled happily; glad to hear from her friend. She had even just been thinking about calling Shelly herself. Shelly and she have been together since they were young, and the greatest bond between them is their shared love of Doctor Who. They loved everything about it. The same characters (which were really all the characters), the same episodes, and everything else were all held in the same light by them. Wanda remembered her mother used to joke with them, saying they were twins.

"Oh, Partners in Crime then?" Wanda said happily while jumping up to sit on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth in the air.

"Yes! It was the best!"

Wanda nodded some. "It always is." They laughed together.

"Well, aren't you going to watch it?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Oh, maybe later. I already know that episode by heart." Wanda could hear Shelly giggling.

"You know all the episodes by heart; you've only watched them about a million times."

"Well maybe not million . . . but close enough." They both laughed once again. Wanda just sighed softly, thinking on the show itself. She had always loved that show, ever since her younger years when she first started to watch it. The story, the adventures, the characters: she had fallen in love with them all. She could not help but smile remembering the episode her and Shelly loved. It was always so funny, even after seeing it a hundred times.

"I just thought you would enjoy watching it again before you left," her friend said happily. Wanda blinked rapidly, not sure if she had heard her friend right.

"Huh? I'm . . . I'm not going anywhere, Shelly. Where did you get an idea like that?" she questioned quietly.

"Of course you're not going anywhere silly! What makes you think you are?" Her friend started laughing loudly. Wanda frowned heavily. Shelly had been acting very strange for quite some time now. Even stranger than the others around Wanda's life. Shelly's comments have been even more bizarre from the rest and always mentioning something about Wanda leaving. She was really starting to worry. She could no longer pass it off as lightly as she has been.

Wanda.

There it was again, the Doctors voice ringing within her head. It has never been the same voice either, always a different one from a different incarnation. She was not sure when it had started, but the Doctor's voice had been popping up more and more lately. Always calling her name or . . . calling out Wanderer. She quickly shook her head, trying to rid herself of these voices. She was becoming afraid, not sure what exactly is happening to her. She wanted to confide in someone, but the fear of what they would tell her or do to her kept her at bay to actually speak up about the occurrences. So, she refused to tell anyone. Even Shelly.

"Are you still having those dreams, Wanda?" Shelly asked. Without thinking, she pinched her right thumb between the index finger and thumb of her opposite hand. Nervous on the discussion of this certain subject. Wanda nodded slowly. Realizing Shelly could not see her, she answered 'yes.' "Are you still unseen by them? The Doctor and his companions I mean?"

"Always. I'm always invisible," Wanda said quietly. She smiled softly. "But that's ok. It's better to be just an observer than a nuisance."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short, Wanda. The Doctor is going to love you!" Wanda laughed lightly at first along with Shelly, and then it hit what exactly Shelly had said.

"Wait . . . 'is'?"

"Your dreams are going to change, becoming very real, very soon." Shelly spoke this time a very serious tone, not sounding at all like the Shelly Wanda knew. Wanda's grip on the phone tightened. She could feel her heart speeding up in fear. Closing her eyes tightly, she wished that she could just get off the phone. Afraid of what else Shelly might say.

"Oh! Mom's home! I have to go now, Wanda. I'll talk to you later. We're still up for tomorrow right?"

"Um, yeah sure. See you later, Shelly." Wanda held onto the phone for a few moments, listening to the dead line before hanging up slowly. Jumping down from the counter, she walked up stairs. Glancing over, she saw her parents' bedroom light was still on. Knocking, she opened the door to see them both reading on the bed, lying close together with her mother's head on her father's chest. Both with a smile of contentment on their face. Wanda smiled warmly at them. She had always admired the affection her mother and father held for each other. Such love and devotion to which Wanda wished someday she might find someone for her as well. Perhaps, they may have the same wonderful relationship that her parents had. Her mother blinked, realizing Wanda had been standing in the doorway.

"What is it, honey?" she called out softly to her daughter.

"I just wanted to say goodnight . . . I love you both," Wanda spoke softly.

"We love you too, sweetheart," her father said gently. Wanda closed the door behind her.

Going into her room, she gave a soft sigh of peace as she sat on her bed. She was ready to get this abnormal day over with. From her window, Wanda could see the small village below, settled comfortable within a valley. Their lights twinkling like the stars above. Wanda could not help but give a small smile to the place she has grown to love over the years. Everyone within the village was always so friendly and always there for each other. They all treated each other as one large family. This village has defiantly been a much better place to live than the one where she and her parents had lived before. Wanda had always been content with her life, where she was in life, and those surrounding. However . . . lately she had this feeling that perhaps . . . something was missing. Something very important. Something . . . calling to her.

Wanda . . . it's time to wake up.

She gasped, hearing Eleven's voice echoing within her head. Griping her head, she started shaking.

"No, you're not real. This isn't real," she muttered.

Wanda.

"Shut up!" She stood quickly from her bed, some of her pillows falling to the floor. She breathed heavily, trying to get her thoughts in order. The voices have gone on long enough. She needed to tell someone. She did not care if they thought she might be mad, she just needed it to stop. Maybe the doctor from the village could help her? If they could stop the voices then maybe . . . she could go on continuing to live a normal life.

Light flashed from the corner of her vision. Wanda turned to the window to see where it had come from. The night was just as dark and silent. She walked closer to the window, folding her arms tightly around herself. Suddenly, she saw it. A bright light flashed off in the woods across from the house. Wanda's hands tightened their grip on her jacket. It was a beautiful white light which lit up the night. It lit up Wanda's face, making the green flecks within her eyes sparkle. The light disappeared just as soon as it arrived. The night took hold once again, sending Wanda into the darkness once more.

Before she knew what she was doing, she spun around and ran out of her room. Bounding down the stairs, she threw open the front door to the night. The air sent a chill down her spine as she ran to the last place she saw the light. She had to find it. She just knew it had something to do with all the occurrences going on in her life. If she can find this light, perhaps then she may discover what has been happening to her lately. Entering the woods, she glanced around trying to see where exactly she had seen this light. The night lit up once again. Wanda quickly looked over to see it was coming from a clearing.

Slowly, she started forward, suddenly questioning why exactly she decided on doing this. How was this good idea? Could this light possibly hold any answers at all? Or was it something else entirely? She walked closer and closer to the light while it sat filling up the clearing with its brilliance. Her heart raced with each step towards the light. Getting even closer, she felt something strange occur within her. Her heart drummed so loudly within her chest now, an echo of it ringing in her ears. She was suddenly terrified by the light, wanting nothing to do with it. But she found herself unable to pull away. Her body just kept walking towards it, drawn to it. A trembling hand reached up, her fingertips caressing the light. She gasped as she felt warmth over take her body, a light filling up her vision, and then . . .

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"Our plot is up ahead."

Wanda moaned softly. She ached all over, feeling as though her whole body were one giant bruise. She tried moving, but everything hurt too much. Even trying to open her eyes hurt. So she just lay where she was, trying to get her bearings. She could feel herself lying on cold, wet, muddy ground. Breathing in the air, she felt as though it smelled off. Something felt wrong by it. In fact, something felt incorrect with the ground she lay upon. Though why exactly the air and ground felt so wrong? No answers would come to mind. She could hear voices talking from a distance, as well as their footsteps coming closer to where she lay. The one voice she heard had been from a female.

"Plot?"

This time she could hear a male's voice; their footsteps coming even closer. Wanda started to feel more like herself. She could actually move her body ever so slightly. Though still no luck in opening her eyes.

"Yes, you know, from the ones we've been calling about," spoke the female. The footsteps were right up next to Wanda now. She could tell they were actually coming from above her. Had she fallen into a hole? "It's a family plot, see." Suddenly, she heard a scream in shock.

"Oh my god," cried the male.

"Wow! Where'd she come from?" shouted a young boy's voice. Wanda held still as she heard quick scraping and scrabbling, dirt shifting as someone jumped down next to her.

"Oh my god, is that a dead body? Is she a dead body? I mean the bodies have been disappearing, but I never considered some might be moved to different graves," the woman spoke in alarm. Wanda felt nimble fingers pulling back her hair and checking her pulse along her neck.

"No, no. Not a body, she's still alive," said the male. "Hello? Hello, can you hear me?" Wanda finally felt she had the abilities over her eyes. She fluttered them open to see . . . Rory Williams? She blinked rapidly and did a double take. No . . . it could not possibly be him. There was just no possible way. Perhaps it were just some other bloke . . . who happened to have the same light brown hair, same green eyes, same plaid shirt with brown vest, and same everything else. Heck, he even had the same voice. This had to be one hell of a coincidence.

"Where am I?" she finally managed to ask. She glanced up to see a middle aged woman and young boy staring down at her, their mouths gapping. Ambrose? Elliot? No . . . it . . . just another coincidence. But these people had exactly the same clothes, hair, and features as the characters from the show. What was going on? She glanced back to the Rory double, knowing this had to be an illusion of some kind.

"You're in my family's plot. What exactly are you doing in my family's plot? Have you been the one stealing the bodies?" the woman said angrily from above. The Rory look-alike looked up to the Ambrose double.

"Mrs. Northover, please. This girl is injured and clearly is just in the wrong place at the wrong time," said the Rory look-alike. He turned back to Wanda, giving her a kind smile. "Are you all right? Did you fall into this hole?" Wanda blinked at him in confusion, not quite sure what to make of the situation currently unfolding.

"Um, I'm not sure. The last thing I remember was walking through the woods," she spoke quietly. She did not mention the light she had seen, not wanting these strangers to question her sanity. The man pulled out a small medical torch, waving it back and forth over Wanda's eyes.

"Can you see everything all right? No impairment at all?" Wanda shook her head no. "How is your head? Does it hurt in anyway?"

"No, my body is just a little sore is all."

Gently, the Rory clone sat her up. He felt her head around, asking if anywhere hurt. Answering no to all of his questions, he scooted away slightly. "Well, you don't have a concussion from what I can see. From everything I can tell you're perfectly fine." He gave her a light smile. Wanda gave a small one back.

"Well, that's all dandy, but that doesn't explain why she is in our family's plot? Who are you anyway? I've never seen you around here before," the Ambrose look-alike asked harshly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be in your family's grave," Wanda spoke quietly.

"That doesn't answer my quest—"

"Mrs. Northover, please," called out the Rory double. The Ambrose double quickly shut her mouth. He turned to Wanda softly. "What's your name?"

Wanda just stared blankly at him. Not sure in whether or not she should be telling random strangers her name. Never before has she ever had to deal with a situation like this. She has only ever been around people that she knew, or been within the confines of her village. Heck, her family has never even left the village for a vacation. Now, suddenly, she was surrounded by strange people who held the appearance so stunningly similar towards the actors of her favorite show, and finding herself in a strange place as well. She could not think of what to do in this predicament she found herself in.

"Can you tell me your name?" the Rory double asked again. He seemed so kind and caring, just like the real Rory she loved from the show. She could not help but feel she could trust him.

"Wanda," she finally answered. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the Rory look-alike gasped in shock. He leaned back in enormous surprise, staring wide eyed at Wanda.

"Wanda?" he asked in amazement.

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So, readers, did you it enjoy so far?

Any thoughts or comments, please leave a review. It will help me see what is good or bad, or it just shows me if everyone wants more. :)

Also, please note, that I have edited over this many times, but I'm sure there are still some mistakes left in. Please be patient with me for I promise to reedit over everything again and again until it is perfect. I do not want to disappoint any readers out there. I will try my best to make sure all of you are happy with the story. :)

~Tinker~