AN/Disclaimer: I do not own anything Doctor Who related except for Celeste and any other characters I create for the purposes of this story. Anyway! I've had a recent obsession with Doctor Who, although it's not really recent since I've always adored the show, and it inspired me to write something that has been in the back of my mind for awhile. Please keep in mind that this is not beta'd so I apologize in advance for anything spelled incorrectly or random grammatical errors. But enough of me blathering on. ALLONS-Y!

Celeste sighed, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched the final episode of Doctor Who season 7 unfold in front of her. She had seen the episode several times yet during each viewing she couldn't help the tears that always came. As she continued to watch, she smiled fondly as she watched Clara speaking to the Time Lords through the crack. "That girl, so plucky and so determined," she murmured to herself. Her eyes lit up as she watched the Doctor absorb the gift of the Time Lords and become whole once more.

Turning the episode off, Celeste got up from her computer and wandered over to her closet to select an outfit for the day. Tapping her chin thoughtfully for a moment, she selected a knee length flared skirt and blue fitted shirt. Throwing on the clothes, she clipped back her auburn hair and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, greeting her roommate with a soft smile. "Morning Reena."

Reena glanced up from her cereal, milk dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wiped her chin and smiled at her friend, "Morning Miss Messenger."

Celeste rolled her eyes. "I did that job for a week when we were fifteen. Why in the world do you still call me that?"

"Because every time I do you get this funny look on your face for a moment. Classic Celeste," Reena replied, her eyes twinkling.

Celeste shook her head, "Terrible. Why am I still friends with you?"

Reena fluttered her eyelashes, "You're still friends with me because I'm so pretty and smart."

Celeste snorted in amusement, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Taking a few bites she glanced at the paper that was on the table. A picture of the Prime Minister shaking hands with the President of the United States was splashed on the front, the headline reading 'Britain and US Agree to Space Coalition.' She stared at the headline, her mind drifting back to Doctor Who and all of the sights him and his companions saw throughout the universe. She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Reena speaking to her.

Reena snapped her fingers in front of Celeste's face, her brow furrowed. "Earth to Celeste. Stop daydreaming and focus."

Celeste shook her head to clear her thoughts, focusing her eyes on her friend, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Reena rolled her eyes, "You need to stop thinking about that show. You're totally losing it. I wanted to know if we were still going to the pub tonight."

"Oh, yes of course we are. And I'm not obsessed! I just, find it all fascinating. Exploring the universe, saving countless worlds, running for your life…" Celeste trailed off, her voice dreamy as her eyes unfocused once more.

Reena threw her hands up in disgust and put her bowl in the sink. Celeste didn't even notice that her friend had left as she mindlessly stirred her cereal around. Exploring space and time with the Doctor. Only an idiot would turn down something as extraordinary as that. Sighing softly, she looked down and crinkled her nose at the now soggy cereal. Getting up, she placed the bowl in the sink and went to grab her purse. She dug around inside looking for her car keys and found them after a moment. She glanced up the stairs, "Reena! I'm heading out! I'll be back later tonight!"

"Ok! See you tonight! Oh and I slipped your watch into your purse in case you need it!"

"Thanks!"

Celeste went out to her car and drove off to work. It never occurred to question Reena about the watch because she promptly forgot Reena's statement. Later, she would regret not paying more attention to her friend, since it was the last time she ever saw her.

Celeste hummed to herself as she drove along to work, moving through traffic in London with ease. She turned another corner onto a relatively unused alleyway and gasped suddenly, slamming on the breaks. There, in front of her and in the middle of the road, was a blue police box. She stared at it, her mouth falling open in shock. "Impossible…" She said softly. She glanced around her car, looking to see if there was anyone else who noticed the box. Seeing no one, she unbuckled and subconsciously grabbed her purse before slowly climbing out of the car.

She slowly made her way to the box, her eyes wide as she took in the sight in front of her. She circled the police box silently, taking it in and making note of every little nuance. She stopped in front of the door, reading the sign on the front to herself. She reached out a shaking hand towards the door and sucked in a breath as she took hold of the handle. Still holding in the breath, she pushed gently, the door opening just a sliver. The breath she had been holding came out in a rush and she pushed the door open more. Golden light was spilling from inside and when she opened the door more, her eyes took in the sight, the light surrounding her. "Beautiful…" she murmured.

Suddenly, she gasped as her mind went blank and she knew nothing more.

Celeste groaned softly to herself, head spinning from what she assumed was too much alcohol at the bar with Reena. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around expecting to see the familiar sights of her bedroom. The world around her came into view and her mind stuttered to a halt, completely unprepared for what was happening. She was definitely not in her bedroom. She was actually in a bathroom stall, one that she didn't recognize at all. Her breath came in quiet gasps as her heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest and panic settled over her. She quickly glanced down at herself and realized she was still wearing the outfit she had thrown on that morning, if it was even still morning. She lunged for her purse which was laying at her feet and dug around inside, furiously looking for her phone. Finding it, she unlocked it and dialed Reena's number, tears gathering in her eyes.

She held a hand over her mouth to prevent a sob from escaping when all she heard from the phone was, "The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and dial again."

"What is this? What is…" She trailed off as memories started flitting through her mind. Driving to work. A sudden stop. A blue police box. Golden light. She gasped in shock as these images came to her. "It's not possible. The TARDIS doesn't exist, it's on a TV show!"

She froze as the door to the bathroom opened and someone came inside. Peeking through the gap in the door, Celeste looked out to see if she could catch a glimpse of the person. Her jaw dropped as Rose Tyler, THE Rose Tyler, stared at herself in the mirror while washing her hands. She could only stare at Rose in horror as she finished washing her hands and walked out of the bathroom. Celeste let out a small squeak, her hand coming to her chest as her heart once more beat erratically. Taking a few deep breaths, she mentally tried to calm herself. It's ok. There's nothing going on, you're most likely dreaming. Yes, dreaming. You had a long night out with Reena and now you're in bed, dreaming about being in a bathroom, watching Rose Tyler wash her hands. Totally normal. Despite this attempt at reassuring herself, she could feel in her bones that she wasn't actually dreaming.

Taking one last breath, she shakily stood up and opened the bathroom stall. If this was a dream, although all indications told her it wasn't, she might as well go along with it. Walking up to the sink, she stared at herself for a moment to take in her appearance. She pat her cheeks lightly in an attempt to bring in some color, since she was currently paler than a ghost. She closed her eyes again and leaned against the sink in concentration, focusing intently on acting and looking normal. Her eyes popped open and she nodded firmly to her reflection before turning towards the bathroom door. She briskly walked out, hoping that she was exuding confidence rather than the terror she was feeling.

She stopped short when she saw the clothing and mannequins around her. She recognized this shop, it was the same shop that Rose worked at. Which would make some sense given that she just saw Rose not two minutes ago. She was about to look around some more when a woman with a stern look on her face marched up to her. "Newly hired and you're already taking far too long on a break. Get back to work, Celeste. Find Rose and work with her on cleaning the forward racks."

Celeste stared at the woman in confusion for a moment. Work? She worked at Henrick's? She slowly nodded, "I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

The woman nodded harshly before waving an arm towards the front. Celeste turned robotically towards the direction she had waved and hesitantly made her way through the numerous clothing displays. She looked around cautiously, expecting a monster to jump out at her or something. She skirted around a mannequin, looking it up and down suspiciously. She shook her head in mild amusement at her own actions and looked around for Rose. She spotted her over by a clothing rack, folding clothes with a bland look on her face. Celeste bit her lip nervously, noticing the cash register over to the right. She stashed her bag underneath the counter and made her way over to Rose.

"Hey, I was told to come over here to work with you."

Rose looked up and smiled, "Yeah! You're the new girl. What was your name?" Rose stuck out her hand. Celeste took it and smiled gratefully. "Celeste." Rose raised her brows at the name but smiled again. "That's a lovely name. I'm Rose, as I'm sure you know. You can help me fold some of these. People are incapable of keeping anything straight."

Celeste nodded in return before grabbing a few of the shirts. She hadn't worked in retail for a few years but she still remembered the basics. She quietly followed Rose around for the remainder of the afternoon and it didn't take long before the two were laughing and joking as if they'd been friends for years.

"You know, I'm glad you started working here, Celeste. This place was getting more boring with each passing day," Rose said with a chuckle.

Celeste smiled brightly, "I'm glad that I decided to work here too! At least I know one decent person." I just became friends with Rose Tyler, she mentally screamed in joy. Rose nodded in agreement to Celeste's statement and they both wandered over to the cash register. The intercom stated that the store would close in five minutes and Celeste suddenly froze. This day was progressing exactly as the first episode of Doctor Who, which meant…

Rose grabbed her own bag and looked back at Celeste curiously. "You ok? You look a little pale."

Celeste shook her head and walked over to grab her own bag. "I'm fine, just been a long day," she said. She reached down to move aside some boxes and stopped, frowning in confusion. "Where's my bag?"

Rose leaned down, "Did you set it here? With the others?"

Celeste's heart started beating faster as she frantically moved aside some more random items. Her bag was definitely gone. "Yes, I'm positive I set it here. Just before I came over to you earlier this afternoon."

Rose frowned, glancing around the counter and at the other side. She spotted a pocket watch just laying by another box and she grabbed it without thinking, holding it out to Celeste. "Is this yours?"

Celeste paused in her search to glance at the watch in Rose's hand. She grabbed it and shoved it in her pocket, not completely realizing what it was and why she accepted it was hers. "Yes, thanks. Still can't find my bag though."

Rose shook her head, "It looks like it's gone. I'm sorry."

Celeste sighed in defeat, getting off her knees to stand. "I had everything in there. My keys, my wallet, my phone…"

Rose looked at her new friend, "Are you going to be able to get home? Do you have a roommate? Family?"

Celeste's shoulders slumped, "There's no one. I'm totally stuck." Rose reached over and gently pat her shoulder. "How about you come stay with me tonight and we can figure out what to do in the morning." Celeste looked at Rose in surprise. "Really? You'd let me stay, just like that?"

Rose laughed, "Well yeah. What kind of person do you think I am?"

Celeste's cheeks pinkened slightly, "Thank you Rose. Honestly. I really appreciate it." Rose shrugged and looped her arm through Celeste's. The two made their way to the front of the shop chatting quietly when the guard held out his hand with a bag of money. Rose groaned before grabbing it, "Come on, Celeste. Gotta give Wilson the lottery money."

Celeste nodded hesitantly, following Rose to the lift. Rose impatiently hit the button and stepped in when it showed up, crossing her arms in annoyance. Celeste's mind was moving a hundred miles a minute, her anxiety rising with each level the lift went down. When it reached the bottom and the doors opened, Celeste swallowed thickly. Soon, the Doctor would show up and the mannequins would come alive. She was torn between excitement and fear.

Rose stepped out of the lift, looking to the left and right. Celeste silently followed her, glancing to the right in expectation. "Wilson?" Rose called out. Rose huffed when she got no response and she walked down the hallway. "Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson!" She knocked on the door. "Ya there?" She glanced over at Celeste who shrugged in response. Rose glared at the door.

"We can't hang around because they're closing the shop! Wilson?" The two turned their heads to the right at the sound of a bang. Rose frowned and she started walking down the hallway. "Wilson?" Celeste followed Rose as they passed through another door. Rose continued to call out to Wilson while Celeste remained silent. She looked at the mannequins apprehensively, being sure to stay out of their reach. She watched as Rose tried another door, only to find it locked. The double doors behind them slammed shut, causing both of them to jump. Rose dashed back over while Celeste stayed rooted in her spot, staring at the mannequins.

"Is there someone mucking about?"

Celeste gestured to Rose, "Rose, get over here. Quick." Rose's brows furrowed as she looked at Celeste but made her way over to her nonetheless. Rose turned at the sound behind her and Celeste gasped as one of the mannequins started to move. Celeste grabbed Rose by the wrist and tugged her backwards slowly. Rose stared at the mannequin walking slowly towards her and Celeste. "Right, I got the joke. This isn't funny," Rose said, her voice shaking.

Celeste tugged at her wrist again, pulling her back farther. "Rose, this isn't a joke," she murmured softly. Rose looked sharply at Celeste who ignored the questioning stare and continued to watch the mannequins walking towards them. Celeste continued to move backwards, tugging Rose along with her. They made their way towards another door, their backs hitting the wall. Rose closed her eyes, expecting a blow to hit her. Celeste moved her head to the left and saw the Doctor pop his head in and grab her hand.

"Run!"

Celeste allowed him to pull her through the door as she did the same to Rose. The three of them ran down the hallway to the lift, Rose glancing back in horror at the mannequins continuing towards them. Celeste looked at the other mannequins behind some of the glass as they ran past, bursting through the second set of doors. The Doctor pressed the button to call the lift and the three of them hurried inside when the doors opened. Celeste pressed the button to close the doors and a mannequin stuck his arm in to grab at them. The Doctor yanked at the arm, ripping it off and tossing it to Rose. She stared at the arm in shock while Celeste stared at the Doctor in awe. "You pulled his arm off!"

"Yep! Plastic," the Doctor replied cheerfully. Celeste smiled slightly, amused by his blasé attitude.

"Right, very clever, nice trick. What are they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" Rose asked scornfully. Celeste shook her head.

"I don't think so."

The Doctor glanced over at Celeste in surprise, who merely shrugged in response. He contemplated Celeste for a moment before turning his gaze to Rose. "Why would they be students?"

Rose stared at him blankly, "I don't know."

"Well you said it. Why students?"

"Cause, to get that many people dressed up and being silly… They've got to be students."

The Doctor smiled before turning around again. "That makes sense. Well done."

"Thanks."

He glanced at Celeste out of the corner of his eye, who shook her head again silently. "They're not students," he said.

"Whoever they are, they're going to be in trouble when Wilson finds them and calls the police."

"Who's Wilson?"

"Chief electrician."

The Doctor looked grim, "He's dead." He exited the lift immediately once the doors opened, Celeste following him swiftly. Rose gaped at him as she followed as well. "What? That's not funny, that's sick!" she exclaimed.

The Doctor gently pushed Celeste and Rose back, "Hold on. Mind your eyes." Celeste ignored him, watching him use his sonic screwdriver to lock the lift. She blinked as the controls sparked and smiled in growing excitement. The Doctor glanced at her again as he swiftly passed, once again surprised by her response. Rose, however, was not as amused. "I've had enough of this. Who are you then? What are those things down there?"

The Doctor continued down the hall, speaking over his shoulder as Rose and Celeste tried to keep up. "They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by the relay device on the roof which would be a problem if I didn't have this!" He held up a small explosive and opened a door, gesturing Celeste and Rose through. "So, I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me. No, you two go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed." He closed the door quickly after saying that, Rose looking more lost by the second.

Celeste stared at the door in mild amusement while Rose turned away in confusion. The Doctor opened the door once more and was again surprised to see Celeste staring at him, eyebrow raised.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"

Celeste grinned, "I'm Celeste."

"Rose."

The Doctor grinned at the two of them, staring at Celeste for a moment longer. "Nice to meet you, Celeste and Rose. Run for your life!" He shut the door again and paused as he heard a faint chuckle behind the door. He cocked his head as he silently stared at the door, his mind trying to figure out the auburn haired woman who had seemed so unusual. Shaking his head, he made his way upstairs to destroy the relay.

Meanwhile, Rose and Celeste made their way out of the shop, Rose still holding on to the mannequin's arm. They swiftly crossed the street, Rose almost getting hit by a taxi on the way. Celeste grabbed her arm and pulled her to the sidewalk, turning around to stare at the shop just as it exploded. Rose stared at it, seeming a bit dazed. Celeste's eyes widened slightly as she turned around and jogged up the street a bit, her eyes locking onto the blue police box. She barely noticed as Rose ran past her, only turning when she heard her call out. With one last look at the box, she followed Rose down the street, a smile on her face. Things were definitely getting interesting and she could hardly wait to see the Doctor again.