Hello Everyone! Welcome to my Christmas fic, which has nothing really to do with Christmas but seemed like a good time to post it. There'll be another chapter on New Years Day, and then possibly one more, but that depends. Definitely one of New Years, though XD

This is meant to be a bit silly, a lot of people may seem a bit OOC but I've tried my best, there's a lot of 'characters' in here I'm not used to writing. But it was an idea I thought of one night when I couldn't sleep so I thought, 'Hey, why not?'

So, enjoy. Leave a review if you want to. I'd very much appreciate it XD

~0~0~0~

Everyone he talked to assumed he hated these tours. That sitting for hours on end, signing picture after to picture for what appeared to be a never-ending queue of people dressed up in costumes would drive him into some form of dumb stupor, but the fact was Peter Capaldi couldn't have been happier. He'd never tired of little children looking up at him with bright eyes, dressed up in his costume and calling him 'Doctor'. He'd never tired of the questions eager fans asked about storylines, sets and acting. He'd never tired of being announced as 'Peter Capaldi, currently playing The Doctor'. Because he was, he was The Doctor.

He'd been absolutely delighted by the little girl wearing the costume of the predecessor telling him how even though she liked Matt Smith's Doctor the best, she thought he was a doing a good job 'looking after him now he was gone' and that he was now her second favourite Doctor. She'd said it so kindly, just to make sure he knew that it meant an awful lot to be given such a high-ranking title that he'd bowed his head, promising he'd keep up the good work for her. Her mum had to take her by the hand and practically drag her off, but she waved the entire time she was walking away, smiling from ear to ear.

A poster of him and Jenna appeared on the table in front of him. It was just one of the generic promotional pictures with him posing and Jenna looking amused. It was a lovely picture of them, perhaps he should get himself one. He looked up, his intent to ask the person their name and how they were when the words died off his lips.

The young woman in front of him and shoulder-length red hair and bright, blue-grey eyes and she was smiling happily at him.

"Danni?" Peter breathed, utterly amazed and her brows furrowed in surprise as she nodded.

"Yes, actually." She replied slowly and he stood up, hands on the table as he leant closer.

"Danielle Fielding?" He asked urgently, needing her to confirm it, "Danni-Girl? The Time Child?"

"Oh!" She replied, realisation replacing the confusion, "Has someone told you about the fanfic? Oh, that's rather embarrassing…" He shook his head, looking her over again. She was wearing a plain blue dress with a black cardigan, black tights and matching blue flat shoes. Classic Danni, she adored blue dresses. She should have been blonde.

"You… regenerated." He mumbled to himself, "How are you even here?" She stared at him, eyes wide and with a strange look of panic on her face.

"How did you know that?" She whispered, "I'm not even close to writing that yet." He glanced around, seeing that people were starting to talk. He sat back down, picking up his pen and scribbling on the picture as quick as he could.

"Meet me here tomorrow at 12." He told her lowly, "I'll explain, but I can't here." She nodded, taking the photo and doing the unthinkable, folding it up and putting it in her pocket. She then walked off and he watched her, still slightly dazed as she was immediately set upon by a group of teenage girls who had heard him mention her name.

"Are you really Danni Fielding?" One asked excitedly and Danni nodded slowly, smiling nervously.

"Yeah, I am." She replied.

"Oh my god, you're amazing!" Another one gushed.

"We're massive fans of your fanfic." One with brown hair replied, "I can't believe it's going to end soon."

"Does she really die?" Another asked, "I don't want her to, she needs to be with her Theta forever." Danni smiled sadly, looking over at Peter Capaldi, the spitting image of her husband. He was the only reason she was here, she'd just wanted to see him again.

"She does, I'm afraid." She broke to them gently, before turning to them and smiling, "But I share your sentiments. They should always be together."

"Then why are you breaking them up?" One of the girls asked, dressed up in an outfit Danni didn't recognise, but she'd guess some sort of anime character.

"Because not every story has a happy ending." She explained, "The Doctor and Danni are never destined to be with each other forever." She smiled, "But thanks for reading, I'm always so surprised people care."

"Of course we care!" A couple exclaimed before giggling at themselves.

"Danni just seems so real." Another explained, "How do you do that? My OC's are always so… ugh, flat." Danni shrugged, still smiling.

"That's because she is." She replied.

~0~0~0~

Oh it hurt. It hurt so badly, Danni's insides felt like they'd been put in a mixer then put back inside her. She was in so much pain it felt like her hearts were beating in synchronisation, like there was only one there. That was the last time she touched the TARDIS console, no matter how many times he tried to get her to 'get involved' with the maintenance.

"Oh my god, Danni!" A female voice yelled in panic, something shattering and her eyes shot open. She was in a front room, evidently, not the console room. She sat up, her head spinning slightly, had the TARDIS shot her somewhere else? She couldn't focus with the bright light, so she squeezed them shut again.

"Clara?" She asked, "Did I get transported into your bedroom? Again?"

"Clara?" The voice asked, "No, it's me Danni. Claire?" That had Danni's eyes shooting open, the face of her university friend Claire staring back down at her, worried.

"Claire?" She exclaimed, coughing as her breath caught in her chest, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's my house?" Claire replied slowly. Danni's head shot from side to side, taking in the room again. It really was Claire's room and that really was Claire. She grabbed her hair, seeing the red she had not seen since she'd died.

"What the hell…" She breathed, standing up and swaying slightly. Claire yelled, catching her before she fell.

"You shouldn't move." Claire admonished gently, "That stupid toy gave you such an electric shock, that's the last time I buy anything off of Ebay."

"That's not right." Danni protested as she let Claire sit her on the sofa, "I need… I need to find the Doctor."

~0~0~0~

But it had been right. The Vortex Manipulator had been a toy, she had no wedding ring, or black transporter band. There was no TARDIS key, and she was still 22. She couldn't ring him because she didn't have his number, and even if she did it most likely wouldn't have worked. Across time was one thing, universes was quite another. She'd completely reverted back to how she would have been had she just been knocked out by the manipulator.

She didn't understand. The memories were real, she had gone into another universe and the fact that she was back absolutely devastated her. Every night she watched the sky, looking for a little blue box. She'd had therapy, she'd quit university then gone back again. Nothing had changed, everything fell back into the same old pattern that she had always followed and it filled her with such a sense of mundanely she wasn't sure if she could survive it, let alone anything else.

So, partly to keep herself sane and partly so she didn't forget, Danni began to write down her time with the Doctor, posting it online so there would always be a copy of it. She hadn't expected anyone to really give it a second glance but, actually, it picked up quite a following. So much so that when she'd walked away from Peter Capaldi, bewildered but strangely filled with hope, the group of teenagers that had met her hadn't been the first that day. She was amazed people found her story interesting, but they did. They wanted details, stuff that she didn't write down, stuff she'd not even thought about.

They wanted to know about their sex life. That was a bit weird.

Nothing was as weird, though, as the look on Peter Capaldi's face as he recognised her instantly. He knew. Somehow he had known she had jumped to the Doctor, he'd even known she regenerated and absolutely no one knew that but her.

She sat down at the small desk in her budget hotel room, flattening the folded picture to have a look at the address that Peter had scrawled down on the picture. It wasn't too far from the hotel, according to Google Maps, but it meant she had to miss the next day of Comic Con. Never mind. This was more important.

She absentmindedly rubbed the large burn scar on her arm. Almost three years ago and it was the only thing she had left from her travels. No one knew where it came from but her, no one would ever believe her. But it reassured her that it had all happened, and that he was coming for her.

The Doctor had promised.

~0~0~0~

The moment he'd gotten a break, Peter was on the phone. He'd hidden in the corner of the back room designated for the stars to get away from the general public, huddling away from the couple other guests as he impatiently listened to the ringing.

"Hello!" The voice on the other side greeted, sounding rightfully surprised.

"Matt?" Peter replied, "Sorry to ring you without warning or anything."

"No problem at all." Matt replied, the younger man was always so polite, "What's up?"

"Are you anywhere near London?" He asked, getting straight to the point as his leg jiggled in anxious energy.

"Yeah…" Matt replied slowly, obviously confused, "For a few days. Why?"

"I found her." Peter told him, "Danni, she's here." There was a long pause as Matt processed this information.

"No, that can't be right." He declared.

"It was her." Peter insisted, "She's back to her first body, but she knew about the regeneration. She's Danni, the actual Danni. I'm meeting her for lunch tomorrow."

"She shouldn't even be here." Matt protested, "If she's really Danni…"

"Then why is she back here? I know, that's why I'm meeting her." Peter interrupted, "She shouldn't be here, should she?" He didn't think she came back, not to his knowledge anyway.

"I don't think so." Matt replied just as unsure as Peter felt, "She didn't during my run, it'll be you she's up to. You know what this means, though, don't you?"

"Yeah." Peter sighed, "The Doctor's coming."

~0~0~0~

Matt agreed to come to meet her for lunch, but he wasn't sure if he could make it there at 12, which meant Peter had to meet her own his own. He'd instinctively chosen a small Italian restaurant, knowing she loved spaghetti bolognaise more than any other food. He fidgeted in his chair nervously, checking his watch even though he was early to begin with.

He caught sight of her first as she entered the restaurant, wearing a different but still blue dress, the front of her hair pulled back and slightly heeled shoes on. If he'd had any doubts she was Danni, they were gone as she sat across from him, smiling nervously but brightly as she always would.

"Thanks for meeting me." He started with something simple and she nodded, looking around, her hands in between her knees.

"It's a lovely place." She replied, "I love Italian."

"Especially spaghetti bolognaise." He replied and her head shot back, eyes wide.

"Yes, actually." She declared, "How did you know that?"

"It's going to sound… well, it is just plain bizarre." He explained.

"I was shot around universes and now write fanfiction about it." She retorted, "I think I'll be fine." He laughed, nodding.

"You make a good point." He replied, "Okay, I'll just get on with it. You see, when Russell first wrote Rose, everything was fine. Christopher was on board, Billie loved the script, everything was fine. At least until Mark Gatiss wrote The Unquiet Dead."

"That was the first episode I landed in." She admitted and he nodded.

"I know. The night after they'd all read it, Russell dreamt of this red headed girl in it. He didn't mention it, he just brushed it off as a dream. Then, one day, Russell heard Billie mention her to one of the makeup lasses. Turns out that they'd all dreamt about her. It carried on into David, then Matt and…" He smiled softly, "And then me. Not just the episodes, either. I know about how he took you to Central Park, despite the fact the Weeping Angels were there." She stared at him, understandably looking sceptical.

"So, you all just dream about me?" She asked slowly, "At the same time?" He nodded.

"I was warned about it." He told her, smiling at the memory of one of his last talks with Matt before they'd filmed the regeneration scene. He'd had the strange dream about a girl he'd never seen before in his life, but the fact that he had wasn't surprising. After all, he was going to play the Doctor and, well, dreams were supposed to be weird.

Then Matt had mentioned her, described her perfectly and explained everything. Her name was Danni-Girl and he married the Doctor. Sometimes she was ginger, sometimes she was blonde and she could be at various points of her own time line, but not to be too weirded out if they were… well, it didn't mean anything because it was her and the Doctor, not Peter. He'd thought it was a joke, but then it'd happened again. And again.

"So you all know about me?" Danni asked, "Everything that happened to me? The Silence? River? Koschei?" He nodded and she slumped back into her chair, looking slightly shell shocked.

"This must be quite a lot to handle." He remarked gently. She didn't reply, her eyes darting around as she thought about it.

"You knew she regenerated." Danni whispered, "No one knows that, no one. I wanted to keep it a surprise, so I've not told a soul." She went to run a hand through her hair, then remembered it was up and stopped mid brush back, "Wow." Then she jolted, leaning across the table, looking at him hopefully, "Do you know when he's coming for me?" She asked urgently, "He is coming for me, right?" He smiled apologetically.

"I don't, sorry." He told her and she deflated in disappointment, "But that doesn't mean he isn't. He'd do anything for you, crossing universes is nothing." She smiled softly, nodding.

"I miss him." She whispered, "I…" She giggled nervously, "I only came to Comic Con to see you. It's not the same, but you're pretty close to a perfect match. You play him wonderfully."

"I'll take that as a compliment from the only person who's actually met him." He replied cheekily and she grinned.

"I am, aren't I?" She commented. She sat up a bit straighter, leaning on the table, "You know, he wouldn't ever understand why you'd choose to be him, but then he'd be totally amused watching you because you do it so wonderfully. Like that monologue in Flatline, he'd be glued to his seat then decide to do them more often."

"Really?" He asked and she nodded eagerly.

"Oh, totally." She looked thoughtful for a moment, "Then again, I don't think he'd appreciate us being in a restaurant together. Twelve was incredibly possessive at times."

"Oh I know, poor Adrian." Peter commented and they laughed. Over her head he spotted Matt enter, looking around expectantly, "I have a surprise for you." He told her with a smug look and she frowned in confused.

"What?" She asked and he nodded pointedly over her head. She pushed up in her chair, turning to see Matt Smith staring at her in shock and her mouth broke out into a huge smile. "Matt!"

~0~0~0~

They'd sat there for a couple of hours, both men asking her about the man they'd played so joyfully, questions varying between clarifying information to them asking her about non-aired trips and times they remembered dreaming about.

"Seriously?" Matt asked, leaning across the table to her, "Did he really marry the Princess of the Twilight Forests?" She nodded, finishing the sip of her red wine as she did.

"He always had this habit of getting married." She explained, "There was the Queen, and the Princess, and the chieftain's daughter on Rosarena, and you can't forget River. And then there was the priest on that planet… what was it called…" She looked thoughtful for a moment before pointing at him with her glass, "Oh, I think it was called Kepurnica, or something. There was this lovely lad who turned out to be the priest. The Doctor thought it would be nice to crash his birthday party, but it was some claiming ceremony they had and… well, yeah." She took another sip of her wine, "That was one of his nicer weddings, but you can see why I didn't quite believe it when he first proposed to me." Matt leant back on his chair, sharing a look with Peter.

"This is bizarre." He declared, "I mean, there has been times when I thought you were real, but… wow…" She giggled.

"I do have that effect on people." She agreed as a waiter slowly approached the table, looking back at his other colleagues who were urging him closer, "Oh look, you have fans." She teased them as he stood by their table, shifting on the spot.

"Hello, I just…" He stuttered, "We're all really big fans of yours, of the pair of you. Doctor Who is one of my favourite shows." Matt and Peter both managed to pull off completely different looking patient smiles, both still managing to look sympathetic but nothing alike.

"Thank you very much." Matt replied and the waiter nodded.

"The thing was, I was hoping, we all were really… What's with the Daleks?" He asked it eagerly, as if he was really hoping for a response but both men just looked confused.

"Sorry, 'The Daleks'?" Peter asked, looking for clarification and the waiter nodded.

"The ones that have appeared all over the country yesterday?" He reminded them, "I think it's advertising for the next series, but Sophie," he pointed towards the group, "She's the one with black hair, she thinks that it might mean something's going to the cinema."

"Have you," Danni started, waving her hand slightly, "Oh, I'm Danni by the way, but have you got the clip?" The waiter shook his head.

"No, but it's on YouTube." He told her. She turned to the two actors as she stood up.

"We need to get to my hotel room, I've got my laptop there." She told them before smiling at the waiter, "One of my esteemed male friends here will pay the bill, thanks for being a fan of the Doctor."

"Why do we have to go?" Matt asked, confused and Danni put both of her hands on the table as she leant in closer, pulling the two men in with her actions.

"Because, if it was a 'Who' thing, you," she pointed at Peter, "would know about it."

"It still could be someone else." He reasoned and she shook her head, grabbing her bag from the floor.

"The same day I meet up with you? Not a chance." She chucked it over her shoulder, "One thing I learnt from the Doctor was to never ignore a coincident."

"Unless you're busy." Matt recited, looking rather proud of himself, "In which case, always ignore a coincidence." Danni paused as she opened her mouth to reply to him. She'd never done 'The Pandorica Opens', having jumped to the end of Big Bang Two, so she'd hadn't been there for that line. But the fact a man who looked exactly like her husband, apart from the lack of hair, who sounded exactly like her husband saying something her husband would totally say actually made her heart speed up for a moment, the hope that it was him there for too long to be sane.

"But we're not busy, are we?" She retorted, "Pay up, Spaceman." In unison the two men reached into their pockets for their wallets, pulling their cards out and staring at each other in surprise.

~0~0~0~

Danni sat down in front of her laptop, YouTube open and ready as she typed in the very generic 'Doctor Who Daleks' before sorting it by date uploaded. Sure enough, video after video was returned, some with News Stations logos on them, some looked like they were recorded on camera phones but all depicted pretty much the same scene. She loaded one from BBC News, it seemed natural to her, and she leant back as the two men crouched to see the screen better.

"For over 50 years, the Doctor has been gracing our screens, taking on foes from the terrifying to the downright bizarre." The male news anchor started.

"But today it would seem it is our turn." The female anchor finished, "Only half an hour ago, all across the UK, the Doctor's greatest nemesis, the Daleks, appeared."

"What some people are already calling the greatest marketing ploy in the last year lasted only a few minutes, but we have some exclusive footage from the Invasion of Birmingham." The screen changed, another reporter appearing and Danni quickly dragged the play bar until a Dalek appeared. There was seven of the robots, all surrounded by humans taking pictures from near and far.

"We are the Daleks." One declared in its tinny voice.

"We want the Doctor." Another replied.

"You will help us retrieve him."

"How?" Someone shouted and the crowd laughed. One Dalek spun, spotting the man that had shouted and shot at him, the man illuminating in a blue light, his skeleton showing before he dropped to the ground. Danni and the crowd gasped at the same time, but while the red-head stayed horrified at the scene, the crowd clapped and cheered at the illusion they'd just seen.

The clip ended quickly, going back to the news room. Danni reached up, shutting the lid and cutting the entire video short, leaning back in her chair.

"That's not us." Peter declared, confused, "At least, I don't think it is. I'm sure someone would have mentioned it to me."

"It's not you." Danni agreed, "That's actual Daleks." She ran her hand through her hair, pulling out the hairband holding the small strands back and shaking it out, "Actual Daleks in a universe that will not believe they're real. That will want to take selfies with it. They're all sitting ducks."

"How do you know?" Matt asked and she shot him a look.

"I've seen them kill enough people to know when one is real or not." She pointed out, "That man died, and they all cheered. How did they not notice?"

"They would have thought he was a stooge." Peter replied, "They're actual Daleks?" Danni nodded.

"I came through, it makes sense they could follow. Or even fall, I still have no idea what happened. Maybe they're unrelated, I have no idea." She rambled, "A universe that believes you're a fictional character is a universe at your mercy. They're going to decimate the planet before they've even started!"

"Well, you've fought them, you must have some idea how to stop them." Peter pointed out as Matt sat on the bed, looking slightly overwhelmed.

"I never fought them." She retorted, "That was the Doctor, it was always him. He's the smart one, I'm just there to keep him company." She turned in her chair, "I'm useless against them."

"You're not useless." Matt corrected, Danni shifting so she could see him, "I've seen you fight your way through years of jumping and dying, you fought of the Silence. And you put up with him when he regenerated." He motioned to Peter, who looked slightly indignant, "At the very least, you've spent the last age soaking up the Doctor and how he works. He believes in you, no matter what you think." She smiled softly, amazed how he seemed just like her husband and nothing like him at the same time. Even his calm, soft voice was reassuring, she could imagine her Theta saying the same things to her, telling her she'd think of something.

But expecting her to think like the Doctor? There was no way she could do that. There was no one who knew what flew around in his head when he was thinking up a plan.

She straightened slightly, mouth falling into a 'o' of realisation as she stared at Matt. He looked at Peter, who had also seen her think of something that might actually help them, "What is it?" He asked.

"I have no idea how the Doctor's mind works." She told them bluntly, making both of them question whether or not she had actually thought of something helpful, "You only know he exists because you play him. You're given scripts, and you see them in your dreams, right?" They both nodded slowly, "But the stories have to come from somewhere, don't they? The way it happened for me and the Doctor isn't the same as it happens here, not completely. Things are changed, people are killed her who are saved, whole adventures are hinted at but are never written down. Someone has to make that decision, there's someone who knows the Doctor better than anyone else in this universe, and I don't think it's me."

"Steven." Peter stated and she nodded in confirmation, "He has final say. He knows all of the stories."

Matt nodded in agreement, "He always knew the details of anything before I'd even managed to finish my side."

"He'll be able to work it out." Danni explained, "He'll know all that nonsense the Doctor spouts when he pretends he's actually explaining something to me. Even if he doesn't understand it, there must be something in there we can use!"

~0~0~0~

Steven Moffat sighed angrily to himself, resisting the urge to slam his keyboard down in frustration. His mobile was ringing again, for the umpteenth time that day alone and it was all because someone had taken the Daleks and used them without permission. He wasn't sure how many times he could tell the execs at the Beeb that he really had no idea what had happened!

He reached over, it wasn't like he was doing anything important, anyway. Sure he was writing, it was all he seemed to do these days, but none of this was useable. The Doctor running around looking for a character that didn't even appear in the show was useless. But he had learnt from experience that if he didn't write it down he'd never be able to progress onto anything productive.

"Hello?" He asked, not even checking who was on the other end. He bit out the greeting, what was the point of being polite when he knew they weren't going to offer in return.

"Steven?" The unmistakable voice of Peter Capaldi replied, obviously needing to clarify because he wasn't expecting such as violent response.

"Peter?" Steven asked in response, "I'm sorry, mate. I've been up to my eyeballs in idiots calling and asking me if I had anything to do with this bloody Dalek stunt. I'm sick of saying no." He paused for a moment, realising that might be why Peter was ringing the first place, "We're not, by the way."

"I know." Peter told him, "Listen; are you at home?" Steven frowned.

"Yeah, why?"

"Me and Matt will be there in a moment." Peter explained, "We think we know what's going on." Steven sighed in relief.

"Oh thank the Lord." He replied, "Think you can talk to the BBC about it?"

"I don't think this is something we can tell them." Peter said slowly. There was some angry muttering in the background and Steven began to really wonder what was going on, "No, they're not going to believe it, are they?" He told the annoyed person as the doorbell rang, "No, you can't speak to him, we're here now!"

Steven headed for the front door, now more apprehensive than anything as the line went dead. What was going on with the world? Had he missed out on some prank and this was just a part of it? He opened it to see both Matt and Peter stood there. Matt gave him his typical soft wave, a small movement of his hand in the air, while Peter just nodded. Even in real life they seemed so different, that's why he'd wanted Peter as the new regeneration.

"What the hell is going on?" Steven asked the pair.

"Now, don't panic." Matt reassured him, worrying him even further, "This is very much real."

"What's real?" Steven asked and through the middle of the pair stepped a girl he'd seen all too often, with bright red hair and a sheepish smile.

"Hi, I'm Danni." She introduced as he felt his mouth fall open in shock, "I believe you might have heard of me."

~0~0~0~

Steven paced in his front room, shaking his head and muttering to himself. He occasionally looked up at Danni, would shake his head then go back to pacing.

"You can't be here!" He insisted, "Even if you're supposed to be real, you're supposed to be in the other universe! That's why you've been plaguing my writing efforts for the last age!" Danni sat up straighter.

"Yeah, about that." She replied, "Why am I not in the series? Was I not good enough so you wrote me out?"

"Russell says you didn't start to appear until after the first series was written." Steven dismissed before shaking his head, "Nope, not happening. You're not her." She sighed.

"I am Danielle Fielding. I'm married to the Doctor and I'm trapped in this universe when I should be with him." She snapped as she stood up, walking over, "You'd better bloody believe me, because the Daleks have followed and we need to stop them!"

"Hang on a moment!" Steven exclaimed, "They're actually Daleks?" She nodded.

"Yes, they are, and you're the only one who can help stop them!" She explained, "Now get your head in the game and tell us how the Doctor would fix this!"

"He's your husband." Steven replied snidely, "Shouldn't you know what he'd do?" She growled, getting very angry very quickly and she reached out, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and shoving him backwards until he hit the wall.

"You listen to me, Moffat." Danni snarled, "I'm not letting the Daleks destroy another world in his name because you're being a twat. Tell me now, or I'll rip your eyeballs out of your sockets!"

"Woah, Danni!" Matt grabbed her and pulled her off as she glared daggers at the writer, "There's no need for that."

"There's Daleks and he doesn't care!" She screeched, "I need to stop them, they can't destroy another planet! Not when they're looking for the Doctor, if he ever found out it'd destroy him!"

"Daleks don't exist." Steven insisted, "You don't exist. This is stress, it must be."

"Don't you dare," She snapped, pointing at him angrily, "Don't you dare say I don't exist. Have you any idea what it's like to find out your entire life might be a lie? That you can't tell a soul the wonders you've seen because they won't believe you." She jabbed him in the chest, making him yell out in indignation, "My name is Danielle Fielding. I'm the bloody Time Child and you will not dismiss me." He looked down at the finger still poking him hard, amazed at how much realer it felt than her grabbing him by his shirt. The continued pressure in the middle of his ribs stayed there even as her shouting stopped.

Matt shared a little smirk with Peter as they watched Steven go over everything in his head, trying to decide if he believed what was happening in front of him. Both he and Peter knew, though, that Danni wouldn't back down when she wanted to be heard. They all got slightly different views of her, Steven just got the overall story, like an episode, whereas the 'Doctors', especially himself and Peter, got much more personal looks at the world and at Danni.

"The Daleks?" Steven finally asked and Danni moved her hand, sagging in relief even with the grave look on her face.

"The Daleks." She confirmed, "You don't need to understand it, but if you can tell us what you'd have the Doctor do, perhaps it could be replicated."

"Wait, you want me to write like this is an episode?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"But I can't do that." He protested, "Not in so little time."

"I know you can do it." She insisted, "You're brilliant, it's all jammy dodgers then saving the day." He began pacing backwards and forwards, much like he had done when they'd first entered the room.

"It takes time to get it right!" He exclaimed, "The setting, the story, the science mumbo jumbo comes last and I can't get to that right now."

"You have the story and the setting. This is the last part, so why not?" Danni asked.

"Because he's too busy looking for you!"

~0~0~0~

Clara entered the flat, chucking her bag on the sofa before deciding to join it, flopping onto the cushions with a satisfied sigh. Another week over, and yes she had marking and lesson plans to complete, but she also had an incredibly comfy sofa and her best friend to keep her company.

A friend, she guessed, was in the shower. She knew it was selfish, but she really was enjoying Danni living with her. Having someone to come home to, who was interesting in your day but then would distract you by being so innocently demanding was a dream, if not slightly exhausting.

Of course, sharing the bed was a bit of a pain, but she couldn't let Danni sleep on the incredibly comfy couch.

"Nice day, sweetie?" Danni asked, coming out of the bedroom, hair still slightly damp from the shower she'd definitely had.

"It's over." Clara replied with her eyes closed, "I like that it's over." Danni giggled, sitting down in the small space between the sofa arm and her head.

"Want me to cook tea?" She offered and Clara opened her eyes, staring up at Danni like she was the best thing ever to happen to her.

"You're a saint." She replied and Danni nodded, looking smug.

"I know." She crowed, jumping up again, "I think spaghetti!" She headed to the kitchen.

"Of course you do." Clara whispered fondly in reply. If it was up to Danni, she'd eat spaghetti for every meal for the rest of her lives. No one really knew what her obsession with the long bits of pasta stemmed from, she'd have it with anything at all. But she loved it, and it made Clara happy to see her happy.

That had been very hard to explain to Danny Pink, but he understood. She thought so, anyway. He seemed more reassured by it when she promised she'd fallen for him before finding out his name.

Danni pushed the door to the kitchen open, about to step in when they both heard it. The unmistakable sound of the TARDIS landing in the hallway. Clara shot up so she was sat on the sofa, looking in its direction almost in dread.

"I didn't think he was coming this week." Clara stated.

"That's what he said." Danni replied, "Doctor?" She called and he stepped into the room, looking at the two with that vague look of distain that he used to look at everyone.

"What are you two doing?" He asked them, "You don't even look remotely ready."

"Ready?" Clara asked, "Ready for what?"

"Following the message, of course." He retorted like they should have already known why he was there.

"I thought you weren't coming this week." Danni reminded him gently. She sounded hurt, not because he'd turned up, but at the memory that he'd said he wasn't going to in the first place.

"This seemed more important than some silly little thing I'd said years ago." He dismissed, although neither of the women knew where he'd gotten 'years' from, "It's a message being broadcast in Gallifreyan." He reminded them. Clara scrambled off the sofa, joining Danni as they made their way to him.

"Gallifreyan?" She repeated, "As in, from Gallifrey?" He smirked, his eyebrows raising in smugness.

"You weren't busy, were you?" He asked the pair. Danni took his hand, her hearts jolting slightly as he didn't let go.

"Let's go, Spaceman!" She cried, "Spaghetti can wait!" He rolled his eyes as they all rushed to the TARDIS. Being a gentleman, he held the door open and the two women rushed inside.

"Again? Danielle, I have taken you across the wonders of the universe and yet you still insist on eating that bland mush." He scolded.

"I like spaghetti!" She defended, turning around so she was walking up the console backwards, "So, where's it coming from?"

"It originated in Sicily…"

"Not the pasta, the signal." Clara interrupted casually, knowing he was just doing it to tease Danni. She looked so excited, and Clara couldn't blame her. Danni had never been to the Time Lord home world, well, not that she could remember anyway. She'd always wanted to be able to share something from that part of her parentage with the Doctor.

"Oh, well, we're about to find out." The Doctor replied, chucking a large switch that seemed foreign on his TARDIS console.

"Where did that come from?" Danni asked him, wrapping her arms around his, hugging it excitedly to her body. Apparently she didn't recognise it either.

"I installed it before I came to pick you up. It's a bit undignified, but it gets the job done." He grumbled, "Still looks like a child made it." It reminded Danni of something Eleven would have added, which is probably where the 'child' comment came from. Probably why she thought it looked just fine as well, she just couldn't understand why he didn't seem to like his Eleventh self.

Nothing happened. Well, nothing seemed to happen. They all stood there for a few moments before Clara turned to the Doctor, frowning.

"Is it supposed to not do anything?" She asked him and he shot her an annoyed look.

"It is doing something." He snapped, "It's tracking a small broadcast across the entirety of time and space. I'm sorry if that's not impressive enough for you."

"I think what she means is that we don't seem to be following the broadcast." Danni reassured him, "If she's going to take a little bit of time, why did you rush us here?"

"So I could do this." He retorted, turning and pulling her up against him. Clara groaned, turning away as he buried his hand into Danni's blonde hair, kissing her soundly.

"Still not a snogbox!" Clara exclaimed but neither of them seemed to notice, but then again they never did. Not that she minded quite as much as she let on, that little part of her from the Doctor just loving the fact that Danni still wanted him despite the regeneration.

Didn't mean she had to see it, though. At least the Doctor had started to let Danni go enough for them to lock any doors. She loved Danni and everything, but… nope. No need for that.

The TARDIS jolted, a sharp motion she rarely made these days now she had a Doctor who didn't seem to rush her around like a boy racer. The column started wheezing and the Doctor let go of Danni to turn to the console, beginning to pilot her.

"Where are we heading?" Danni asked excitedly, her hearts pounding in her chest with glee. If this really was the Time Lords, if she was really going to see Gallifrey in the flesh, even in the middle of the Time War, she didn't think she could handle it. The Doctor spun something, Danni had long given up wondering what he was doing, then reached out and took her hand, sensing her anxiousness.

"We seem to be heading towards where Gallifrey used to reside." He told her as the TARDIS made a loud groan of protest before slamming into something. Immediately the Doctor took hold of Danni, letting himself slam into console to cushion her as Clara fell onto her backside.

"What the hell was that?" She exclaimed as she tried to pull herself up, falling back down as they seemed to crash into something else.

"I don't know." The Doctor replied, teeth clenched from the pain in his side, "Hold on tight, Danielle." She nodded, not complaining about his short tone as she let go and moved to the railings. She knew he was just worried, he didn't want her to get hurt and the last thing she needed to do at that moment was distract him by arguing. Clara joined her side as the Doctor wrestled with the TARDIS controls, trying to pull the time machine back under his control.

He shouted in surprise, covering his face with his arm as he turned away, the console sparking violently. Behind him Danni screamed in her own surprise and he saw her fall through the railings. He let the momentum throw him in the right direction, dangling over the railing to see her rolling slightly on the floor below. It wasn't very far and she was cursing very loudly, which was always a good sign. His hearts slowed down the moment he physically saw that she was alright.

The doors opened, they tipped and he screamed her name as she fell straight out into a flash outside.

~0~0~0~

Clara couldn't really comfort him. He sat in one of his armchairs, eyes closed and looking like his whole world had crashed and burned around him. She slowly approached him, trying to be as quiet as possible as she walked up the stairs onto the gangway.

They'd been everywhere. All across the universe, picking up anyone who might be able to help. Jack and River were currently together somewhere in the 74th century, a woman called Martha had all of UNIT on the case as they'd been flying from the 21st century when she'd fallen.

She and the Doctor had continued to follow the signal, which had come to a point before scattering across the universe. He was using the trails as starting points, the fact that Danni was also the Time Child helped an awful lot, the legend of the Time Lady seemed to have roots in so many places.

Still nothing, not a trace. They'd even come across a version of his previous body with a red-haired version of his wife, and there was nothing he could do but watch her laugh like she'd never been happier, letting his younger self kiss her like he was her world, looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"Why do I always let go?" He asked, startling Clara who had been trying to think of something to say.

"You didn't let her go." Clara reassured her, "Something tipped her out of the TARDIS, it had nothing to do with you."

"I let her go out of the door again." He protested, opening his eyes, "I promised I'd never let her go again. Why can't I do this right?" Clara smiled kindly, rubbing his arm in the only comfort she could give him.

"You'll find her." She promised, "And she knows you will." He looked ready to disagree so she shook her head, her 'teacher' look appearing on her face. The one she got when she was trying to get a student to actually listen to her, stern and commanding, "She told me that herself. She may have had her doubts about your marriage, but she always knew you were coming for her." She placed a kiss on the side of his head, where his hairline rested and he batted her away, a grimace replacing the sad look.

"Try and get some rest." She instructed before heading off to her room.

The Doctor waited until she'd left the room before running his hand through his short hair, clenching his hand as he squeezed his eyes shut. He wouldn't cry, he told himself, it wouldn't do anyone any good and it certainly wouldn't help him find Danielle any faster.

He just couldn't help dwelling on the fact that at that moment she could have been anywhere, alone and frightened. What if she was being hurt? What if she was frightened of him again? Would she blame him for her falling out?

What if she was dead?

He shook his head, pushing out of the chair and striding as fast as his long legs would carry him to the console. She wasn't dead, he'd find her. Then he'd find whoever sent the message and he'd make sure they knew what a grave mistake they'd made.

~0~0~0~

Danni leant back in Steven's, admittedly rather comfy, desk chair. The words on the screen both demanded to be read and yet seemed to dance in her vision. To be honest, she wasn't exactly used to reading in semi-script format, but it wasn't too hard to follow.

"That's where I got up to when you turned up." He told her and she nodded slowly, shell-shocked. She was used to seeing her name and exploits written down, after all she'd spent the last couple of years writing what was, essentially, her autobiography. Some people had even been kind enough to write fanfiction about her fan not-so-fiction. However, seeing that Steven Moffat was writing about her just seemed surreal. He saw her with the Doctor, her actions were played out in front of her on screen, the last moment she'd been with the Doctor she had thought was a secret that only she held.

"He's coming for me?" She whispered, a small smile appearing on her face. She knew if anyone could get her home it would be the Doctor. Then she'd get him to teach her what he'd done, so she wasn't so bloody hopeless if it ever happened again.

"Of course he is." Peter told her, trying to hide his own glee at the entire situation. The moment he'd spotted Danielle, he knew this was going to be an adventure he wouldn't want to miss. And now he was going to get the chance to meet the Doctor, one he wasn't about to pass up, "We'll help you find him, and in the meantime one of us might be able to come up with a plan."

Danni smiled gratefully at him, turning to Steven, "Will you help?" She asked hopefully and he sighed. Everything that was happened screamed 'Who' episode, and yet he'd never be able to use a word of it. But he lived Doctor Who, breathed the show and he knew that he'd never be able to resist that pleading look in Danni's eyes, that excited, tempting look that the Doctor got when he tried to lure in his companions.

"Fine." He sighed and she jumped up, hugging him tightly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" She cried before dashing out of the room, "I'll make the tea!" She cried over her shoulder.