My first Doctor Who fanfiction EVER~! I've had this idea for a while and I finally decided to write it down and post it here. I only have the first few chapters typed up 'cuz I don't know its going to be received. I hope you all enjoy. Please, tell me what you think-PLEASE REVIEW! This'll take place a little after Martha and a lil' before Donna appears the second time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, which is a downright shame for me.

Warning: 10th Doctor and OC. Some swearing, some mild sexual content, violence, silliness, some historic inaccuracies, crude humor, and drug and alcohol references.

Chapter One: Alice in London

Going to London, England for an aspiring actor or actress was like going to Italy for an aspiring sculptor. So when the Performing Arts Department at my college offered a ten-day trip to London during winter session, I instantly strived to go and nothing was going to stop me from doing so. I worked and slaved to get enough money to go for months. And thanks to high school graduation money, birthday money, and working extra hours as a waitress at Outback finally paid off: I had enough money and more to go on the trip.

So there I was, with both of my acting professors, an English literature professor, and a few other students (a couple being close friends of mine), on one of those awesome double-decker buses on an all-day tour of London, England.

An elderly British man, who was our tour guide for the day and who's name I didn't remember, spoke in a droll voice talking about…I was guessing the sights. I wasn't particularly paying attention to him thus, why I didn't remember my name, because he was so damn boring. My two friends, Sarah Lowell and Dan Pickens, and I were too busy animatedly chatting and excitedly pointing out about everything we saw while sitting on the top level in the backseat. Every once in a while, one of our acting professors, Chris Hicks, would put in his input in our conversation, making us laugh since he close to our age and was witty. He was like a big kid.

It was just the first day—well, the first full day—and I was already having a blast. London was freezing, but it was beautiful and the accents of everyone were amazing—I was a sucker for accents like many American girls. So far, we had been to a small pub for breakfast, to a lovely and lively shopping district, and to a couple of cathedrals. Our next stop, if I had heard our tour guide, Mr. Old and Tedious, correctly, was the Globe Theatre and I was ecstatic.

The minute we pulled up to large and old theater, I sprang off the bus like a ten-year-old girl instead of the twenty-year-old young woman I was.

There were other tours and people there exploring since a show was on at that time, but I hardly noticed. I was just too awestruck by the wonderful structure I stood in. It was so magnificent and majestic. Seats on different levels surrounded me. Above was the open sky allowing the sun to peep through casting unique shadows on everything making it seem even more magical. The stage was bigger than the one at school and had the slightly slant leading to doors to the backstage. It was so beautiful and breathtaking; I felt like I didn't have eyes to take in all of its wonder.

"Beautiful, no?" asked a voice from beside me, from my right.

Blinking, I turned my head and had to look up a bit to see a tall, slim man. His chestnut brown hair was in all different directions on his head and he had sideburns. His eyes were big and were a matching brown to his hair. They had an amused glint to them and seemed old despite how young his face was; he looked like he was in his thirties. A blue pinstriped suit adorned his slender frame over a periwinkle blue dress shirt and brown tie with abstract designs. Over the suit was a long, worn-out brown trench coat. Finally, his feet were covered by bright red Converse.

He smiled crookedly; it had a boyish and mischievous charm to it. I blinked up at him, mildly surprised by the sudden appearance of the man—then again, he may have had been there the entire time and I hadn't noticed.

Then, I smiled. "Yeah, its absolutely amazing. Gorgeous." I answered, admiration for the establishment evident in my voice. I glanced around, my grin growing. "I wish I could've seen when it was first built, see all of its original parts and such, y'know? I bet it was even more so."

"Oh, yes," the man said. I peered to him as he looked around. "It really was. It's brilliant now, but nothing beats the original. Really bloody brilliant. Had a bit of a stink, but still beautiful. Misnamed since its not really a globe, though, but I digress."

My brows furrowed quizzically at his rambling. He's talking about the Globe as if he had been there when it was first built., I pondered. However, that wasn't possible unless…I gave him another glance over, one much closer, and my brows furrowed further. There was something…off about him, but before I could really decipher it, my name was called out.

"Ali!" called Mr. Hicks to me. I turned my head to see my teacher waving me over; Sarah and Dan were standing with him. The group was off a ways, heading further into the theater I figured. "We're moving on! Hurry up or we're leaving you behind!"

"Comin'!" I shouted back. I looked back to the stranger, who was still grinning that warm smile. "Uh…I gotta…" I drifted, motioning to my group.

"Of course. Don't let me stop you," he said happily.

"I'll um…see ya around?" I bit my bottom lip. I didn't know why I said that, but I felt like it was the polite thing to do. Just one of those compulsions, y'know?

"I'm sure you most definitely will, Alice." The stranger gave me a wink before strolling off with a pep in his step.

I blinked a couple times, flabbergasted. What the Hell was that about? And how the Hell did he know my name?

"Ali!" Mr. Hicks called again.

"Comin'!" I exclaimed. With that, I turned on my heel and jogged towards them.

Much to my dismay, my trip to London was slowly coming to end—we only had three more days left until we returned to the States. My week in London had been outstanding so far. I had seen shows, seen various sights, checked out some cute English boys with my friends, and etc; I had learned quite a bit so far and felt a bit more developed as an aspiring actress.

Today, since it was our eighth day, the professors, our chaperones, had informed us that it was our "free day". In other words, we students were allowed to do whatever we wanted with the teachers and our peers all day.

That being, Sarah, Dan, and I took that opportunity to do whatever the Hell we wanted. We woke up early, ate breakfast, and began planning what we wanted to do. We ultimately booked a tour for the majority of the day, which was followed by a show, which was followed by hitting up a club. First up was the tour. It was a tour to Stonehenge, Windsor Castle, and then, to a lovely spa. It was an awesome package with a good price.

"So…what exactly is a henge?" asked Dan as the three of us, with some other people, stood in the middle of the oddly and mysteriously shape and arranged stones. We were staring up at it with wide, amazed eyes.

"It one of the greatest henge in the world. No one has built a henge quite like this ever since the Druids built it. No one knows what the fuck as henge is, but England's got it. And before Stonehenge, came Woodhenge and Strawhenge, but a big bad wolf came along and blew them both down. And three lil' piggies had to be relocated to the projects." I stated with the straightest face I could muster with a lift of one of my index fingers. It was very hard; I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching upwards.

Dan busted out laughing while Sarah playfully pushed me. "You stole that from Eddie Izzard!" the brunette female chuckled. I laughed myself.

"Anyway," Dan spoke up again after we calmed down from our laughing. "That doesn't explain what a henge is."

"That's Ali's way of saying no one knows." Sarah told the scrawny, dark brown-haired male.

"Well, she could've just said that." the only boy in our group said making a face.

Sarah and I exchanged deadpanned looks and shook our heads. Dan wasn't stupid, but sometimes, he was really just a pretty package—a very pretty package, which was such a shame since he played for the other team.

Dan either ignored our looks or just didn't notice as he continued to look up the gigantic stones. "So there's a lot of myths about these, right?"

"Yep. Loads." I nodded.

"Are any of them true?" the blue-eyed boy questioned, peering down at Sarah and I.

Sarah shrugged her broad shoulders. "There's no proof of anything, so most likely not." Always the logical one.

"Lamecakes,"

"Wouldn't it be amazing if at least one of them was? Maybe one of them is." I admitted with a dreamy sigh. The place had a mystical feeling to it, so maybe it was.

"Always the dreamer, Ali," teased Sarah with a roll of her caramel-hued optics, reaching up and mussing my blonde locks.

I pouted. "There's nothing wrong with that!"

She continued to laugh at me, which made me pout and scowl further.

"Oh, you know I love you, Bunny!" she sang, tapping my nose with her index.

I rolled blue my eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Yeah, yeah, I love you, too…bitch." She just laughed at me while Dan watched us strangely.

"Miss. Faust, Miss. Lowell, Mr. Pickens!" called the overly-sweet voice of our tour guide from behind us. We glanced back. "We're moving on! Come, please!"

The three of us complied—after mocking her annoying voice, not her accent, to ourselves—and followed the tour group to the bus—it wasn't a double-decker, sadly. Everyone filed into the bus, mostly couples and older people, and my friends and I sat in the back of the bus—the back is for the cool people if no one knew. Soon, the bus took off to our next destination. Sarah, Dan, and I chatted as that occurred.

"So who was the cutie you were talking to the other day?" Dan inquired, sitting on my left. Sarah was on his left, so she and I had window seats—we called them before Dan did.

"Which one? I've talked to a couple during our trip." I said with a good-natured smirk. It was true, I had spoken to quite a few good-looking guys since I had arrived in London. Sure, most of it was really small-talk, i.e. what I wanted to eat from a waiter or something, but it counted in my book.

"The dude at the Globe. The skinny one in the tacky suit." he explained.

"It wasn't tacky." Sarah and I said at the same time.

"Oh, it so was. Who wears pinstriped suits anymore and with trainers? Very tacky."

"Could you be more gay?" Sarah retorted with a shake of her head, her short chocolate hair swishing about.

"You're gay, too, Sarah." countered Dan.

"Only half, baby." she said with cheek and her tongue sticking out. It was Dan's turn to shake his head.

"Anyway," He returned his attention to me. "Who was he?"

"Don't know," I shrugged. "Some British guy."

"That's it?"

"What did you expect? I only talked to him for—like—a minute."

"Well, more excitement, y'know? More…sexy."

I gave him an odd look. "You are so weird."

"So was the guy, it seemed." Sarah piped up.

I looked passed Dan to look at my smaller friend with an arched brow. "Whaddya mean, hon?"

"You had this odd look on your face like he said something funky." she pointed out. Like I said, always the logical one.

"Oh," I scratched my nose. "Yeah, well, he kinda did."

"Like?" she asked. Dan matched her expectant expression.

Making a face, I exhaled deeply and leaned back against my seat, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well…he talked about the Globe like he had seen it back when it was first built. Not to mention, he kinda had a weird aura." I mused, thinking back on the stranger again—then again, its not like I hadn't really stopped thinking about him. I decided to omit the part about him knowing my name and saying that we'd meet again; I didn't want them worrying that I had a stalker or something.

"That's not possible," said Dan.

Sarah said, "Weird aura?"

"Yeppers," I nodded. And my two fellow actors stared at me. I blinked innocently. "What?"

"That's it?" Sarah replied skeptically.

"Like I said, we only spoke for a minute." I pointed out with a shrug of my shoulder.

"Maybe you'll see him again," said Dan.

"Maybe," I shrugged. I doubted it. The chance was unlikely; London was a big place.

Sarah eyed me closely. "Do you want to, Ali?" she questioned in a suspicious tone.

"Yes," I answered without even thinking about it. My friends stared at me, which caused me to blush and quickly correct myself anxiously, "I uh…m-mean, it would be nice, but…y'know…I-I doubt it'll ever happen…y'know?" I giggled nervously and turned my head away from my friend's perplexed and curious stares.

Where the Hell did that come from?, I thought. I scolded myself. Did I really want to see him again? He was a complete stranger, a really weird stranger. But he had seemed so nice and there was just…something about him that intrigued me. Not to mention, when he had said we'd meet again, I couldn't ignore the fact that I sort of hoped that we would. He also knew my name. To most people, that'd be creepy, stalker-ish, but a part—a very strong—part of me didn't care. So maybe…I did want to see him again. Maybe. But why?

Alice, there is something seriously wrong with you., I thought to myself, inwardly frowning.

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