A/N: Hello there! *waves* This is my first ever Doctor Who story since my recent addiction to the show. It just started as a dream I had, but then it grew into a full story. Not a lot of happening in this chapter, much like a pilot - presents the characters and gives you a clue about what's going on. Please leave your opinion about it in the reviews!

Here's chapter 1!

"So where are we heading next?" the blonde woman asked in anticipation.

"We're going to Atlanta!" the Doctor announced happily.

"We're going to America?" Rose asked surprised. The Doctor was energetic and excited, like he always was when they were heading someplace special, so why would he be excited about going to America?

"No, silly, to the plant Atlanta. You'd be surprised to know how many cities got their names from planets."

"Surprise me, then."

The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS and smiled. "146."

"146?!" she gasped. "We're really not good with names, aren't we?" she muttered to herself.

"Oh, you'll love this planet: purple skies, four suns, and the flowers there are so big they can –"

A violent shake of the TARDIS interrupted his words, and he and Rose grabbed something immediately.

"What was that?" Rose asked, slightly afraid.

The Time Lord looked at the screens. "Oh, come on!" he cried.

"What is it?"

"The time vortex is gone!"

"What – again?!" she asked in shock. The same thing had happened just a couple of days ago! Or was it a week? It was hard to keep track of time with the Doctor.

"I've changed some things since last time. I may not be able to choose the time and place we land in, but I can make sure that we don't crash. It almost killed the TARDIS last time." he said as he pressed buttons and pulled levers.

"Anything I can do to help?" Rose offered.

"Yeah – don't get in my way and hold on to something."

Even though she didn't like that option, she obeyed. Seconds later, the TARDIS shook violently again, and then it stopped.

"We've landed." The Doctor announced.

The Doctor opened the door, and Rose Tyler hurried out. Only, she wasn't out – they were in a living room, somehow. She didn't even think it was possible to land inside a building without crashing through the ceiling. The Doctor looked around suspiciously, analyzing things with his sonic screwdriver. Then, they heard footsteps. The Doctor pulled Rose behind him defensively and pointed his screwdriver at the stairs. He assumed they've landed on Earth, judging by the furniture and the television, but he was certain it was Earth in a parallel universe.

A girl walked down the stairs. She appeared to be not older than 15, although she was quite tall so she could be older than that. She had short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a very surprised expression on her face.

"Hello." The Doctor said.

A huge grin spread on her face.

"Doctor!" she called, and ran down the stairs to him.

The Doctor took a step back, still pointing his screwdriver at her. "Back off." he warned her, although he knew he sounded unconvincing. As innocent as she seemed, she knew who he was, and that was never a good sign.

She put her hands in the air. "Look, I'm harmless. No guns, no sonic screwdrivers, not even a pen. Rose, can you tell him he's being ridiculous?" the girl said lightly.

"How'd you know my name?" Rose asked.

The girl looked at them in confusion. She stared at them like that for a couple of seconds, and then her eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Oh!" she cried joyfully.

"What is it?" the blonde asked.

"I thought you weren't real. That you're just actors playing characters. But then you came, and since actors have no reason to come here, you must be real. And if you don't know how I know you, that means…" her voice trailed off.

"What does it mean?" the Doctor urged her.

Her smile widened. "That means I know things the Doctor doesn't." she said in a sing-song voice.

The Doctor lowered his screwdriver. "Who are you?"

"I'm… The Writer."

"The Writer?" he asked surprised.

"Well, if you're allowed to give yourself a prestigious title, I want one too."

"But why 'The Writer'?" Rose asked again.

The writer shrugged. "I like writing. I write stories and poems… I've even written a story about you once."

"About me?" Rose asked, flattered.

"Sorry, but I meant him."

Rose sulked as the Doctor smiled complimented. He knew it wasn't good that she knew who he was, but he was flattered she wrote something about him. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm not as good as Shakespeare," she smiled to herself, as if she remembered a joke, "but it's something. I'm working on it."

"What's it about?"

She put a finger on her mouth. "Spoilers." she said and giggled again.

"I'm sorry, am I missing something?"

The Writer was clearly holding back laughter. "Why, are you not amused?" she asked, and burst into laughter. The Doctor and his companion exchanged looks as she laughed, looks that said – she knows us.

"So where's the rest of your family?" the Doctor questioned, trying to regain his superiority.

Her smile faded slightly. "My sister flew to Paris for her honeymoon, and my parents are dead."

"Oh." Rose said tactfully. "Sorry."

She shrugged.

"Anyway, do you want a tour around the city? I mean, if you're already here…" her voice trailed off, and her eyes moved to the TARDIS. "Can I see it?" she asked quietly.

The Doctor gestured to it with his hand. "Here it is."

"No, from the inside. I want to see if the 'bigger on the inside' concept is as maddening as it seems." The Writer said as she walked to the TARDIS.

As the Doctor realized there's no point in arguing, he let her inside. He smiled as he saw her enthusiasm. "Oh, this is beautiful!" she cried, and looked around gleefully. "It's much better in real life. Oh, this is fantastic!"

Since Rose didn't enjoy her excitement like the Doctor did, she still paid close attention to her words. "What do you mean, 'in real life'? Where else have you seen it before?"

The Writer looked at her, and the mysterious smile was back on her face. "Let me show you."

They exited the TARDIS, and the Writer led them to the front door. Then she froze, with her hand on the knob. "You can't go out like that. You'll be recognized in seconds. If you want to say discreet, you don't want that to happen. I mean, you'll be fine with a pair of large sunglasses," she said and gestured to Rose, "but you definitely need a makeover." she said and gestured to the Doctor.

"What? Why?" he complained.

She looked at Rose as she answered, since she knew she's the one she needs to persuade. "Have you ever seen a man as tall as he is, with hair like his, dressed like that, that wasn't the Doctor?"

"Is there a problem with the way I'm dressed?" the Doctor asked, clearly offended.

"No." the girls said simultaneously, a bit too quickly.

"Well," the teenage said, "Let's get you something to wear."

Rose exited the house first, wearing sunglasses that covered half of her face. The Doctor walked behind her, his hair straightened and neat on his head. He was wearing dark trousers and a leather jacket that reminded Rose a lot of the way the Doctor used to wear when he looked differently, when they just met. She suspected the Writer chose it on purpose. The teenage was the last to leave the house, and she locked the door behind them.

"Alright, so what is it that you wanted us to see?" the Time Lord asked.

"Follow me."

They followed her quietly. They walked next to a road, and followed it when it curled and turned. Rose was certain they were in London, but she couldn't recognize the streets. Then, they got to a main road. There were a lot of TV screens there, each one displaying a different advertisement. Then, one of the screens displayed a new advertisement, and the Doctor gasped. It was of a man he had never seen before, and above him were the words 'Trust your doctor'. Under that were far larger words – 'Doctor Who', a date and an hour. The Doctor had no idea what that show was or who was that man, but he knew one thing – that man was definitely holding a sonic screwdriver.

"What the hell is that?!" Rose exclaimed.

"That's Doctor Who – the show that describes your adventures."

"But – But that's not me." the Doctor said quietly, deeply confused.

The Writer turned to look at him. "It will be."

The Doctor turned around and hurried away.

"Wait, Doctor!" Rose cried, but it was too late – he already disappeared in the crowd. She turned to the Writer, now after answers. "How is that possible? How can we be filmed?"

"I – I don't know."

"I thought you know everything about us."

"Everything I've seen on the telly so far, yes. I should remind you that until today I thought this was just a TV programme."

Rose was silent. What else could she have said? They were in a parallel universe where her adventures with the Doctor were documented and displayed on television as entertainment. She had told the Doctor a while ago they should have their own TV show, but that was not what she meant.

"Let's go home." The Writer suggested, and Rose nodded. The Doctor will come back after he'll calm down, she was certain.

He'll know the way back, she thought,right?