A/N: Hello! Wow, that was weird. This fanfiction was based almost entirely on a wonderful dream I had (I woke up and wished I never had) and thoughts surrounding said dream that occurred to me while at the dentists. TMI? Perhaps. Okay, so in this story Rose (for obvious reasons), Mickey(because Rose hasn't) , Martha (because it's way too early), Jack (maybe. I adore him too much to completely remove him), and Jackie (again, no Rose) have never happened. Donna will, though, and so have/will Sarah Jane and various other random characters my sleeping mind made up. Basically, think Doctor Who without the ninth (I'll come up with some reason) and instead of Rose, Kat. Please be patient! Reviews (especially good ones) are like fezzes! Just really, really, bananas. Bananas are good.

Disclaimer: Oh these are tedious. I do not own Doctor Who, nor do I own the BBC or Doctor number 10. I wish. If I did, however, Rose never would have left, Rory would have not been like a South Park character (ya kill him and he just comes back) and I would be a permanent companion... None of which ever seems to be happening. I do however own Katherine as a character. She's cool. ;)

Chapter one: Hello, I'm sort of responsible for your nearly dying.
A bright flash and the weight of the world crashed onto her. She wasn't prepared-of course- and at once let out a terrified shriek. Then, as soon as she had done so, she felt a dark shroud come over her. And then... Nothing.

"Oooo... That looks bad," came a strong, curious, and slightly amused voice. British accent, with a hint of... everything. She felt the air being pushed out of her as two hands were roughly shoved onto her ribs, once, twice, three times. The feeling of some one's soft lips on hers. The air being pushed out. Her eyes fluttered slightly, but the need to sleep overcame her. She heard the voice still, though.
"No, no, no! Don't close your eyes!" came the voice, "Come on, breath! That's it, concentrate on my voice. Keep listening, come on, and don't die on me."
She let her eyes briefly open, causing the man (boy? her mind was so fuzzy) to let out a victorious laugh,
"Good girl!" he praised, "Defying odds!"
She let out a weak cough and felt two arms gently holding her down. A hand brushed her brown hair from her face. The voice continued coaxing her, and she could see a smiling man in a pinstripe suit and brown jacket beaming down at her,
"Look at you! That thing should have killed you! Actually, it sort of... almost... maybe... might have done that, but don't worry! I brought you back!"
The optimism in that irresistible voice might have made her laugh if she hadn't been nearly dead. It was light sunshine in the midst of a bout of rain. Rare, welcome, and extremely odd.
"And..." the man scratched the back of his neck, looking around, "There is a small possibility that I might have... could have... didn't want to, mind you... caused that thing to come after you. I caught it though, don't you worry."
She couldn't make up her mind. This man was obviously absolutely insane, but also saved her life. Should she use her last breaths to scream? Or to thank him?
"Introductions!" exclaimed the man, "Right, those are always good! I'm the Doctor. You are?"
"Kat," she whispered, quickly enveloped in a fit of coughs. The man- the Doctor- sweetly held her trembling body to his calm figure. It was funny, but it was if this man was... crying. Kat felt a deep sense of fear in her stomach,
"Am... I..." she tried to manage. The Doctor, or whoever he was, hushed her tenderly, letting a single tear slip out. She felt it fall onto her face.
"Dying?" she finished, though it was a struggle. The Doctor let out a few more tears,
"No.. shhhh... don't say that."
"But..." she found she could speak more, "My parents... my sisters... what... will they... do without... me?"
The Doctor let out a sad laugh,
"They won't" he reassured her. Kat panicked,
"They die?" she exclaimed, her voice strong. Adrenaline, she thought subconsciously. The Doctor bit his lip and smiled at her,
"Typical you. Katherina Ava McCreen. Eighteen years old, moved to England for a better life. Always a fighter. Always worried for others. Never herself."
"I... know you?"
The Doctor sighed, as if his heart was heavy,
"Not yet. You will though. I will be someone you learn to trust. All because I saved your life. Well," his voice croaked, "not yet I haven't."
And then slowly, gently, as if she were the most breakable thing in the world, the Doctor gave her a tender kiss. It was... strange. Having a stranger kiss her. Knowing that she knew this man, somehow. She must, otherwise, why would he be kissing her like that; with so much sadness, hope, and love. A gold light passed from him to her, and her entire body felt like it was floating. And the kiss went on and on. With every second, every millisecond, she felt stronger and stronger. The Doctor broke away, his fingers brushing her high cheekbones. Kat gasped, sitting upright.
"What?" she breathed out, her thick Irish accent shining through. The Doctor let go of her, holding only her hand for her own support. Kat's eyes, a shining hazel, flashed with horror as a large beast the color of fire ran past her and the man. The Doctor looked from her to the monster, as if deciding which one was worth her time,
"Okay, stay still, you're still weak from the energy transfusion," The Doctor warned her, "I have to catch that... alien... again. Stay here," he ordered. Abruptly, he ran off, towards the monster (Alien? Did he call it that?). Kat hesitantly felt her lips. She did feel dizzy, but when had illness ever stopped her? She felt a flare of angry passion and stood up quickly,
"Like hell I will!" she exclaimed, running after the man. The Doctor glanced behind him, and scoffed unhappily,
"You should have fainted from that!" he exclaimed at the girl as they ran, alongside now. He smiled at her, irresistible again, "Then again..."
Kat didn't know whether to laugh at the man's forwardness, or slap him. The latter seemed the most reasonable. As they turned a sharp corner, she reached out and SMACK! The Doctor gave her a shocked look and rubbed his cheek,
"Um, ow!" he screeched, "You left that part out when you told me about this!"
"I DON'T KNOW YOU!" the girl yelled at him, "AND YOU BLOODY KISSED ME!"
The Doctor shot her a cheeky grin and winked,
"More where that came from," he said, laughing. Kat would have slapped him again, if it weren't for the fact that at that moment their entire surroundings exploded in flames. Kat yelped, her foot singed. The Doctor quickly took off his long brown coat, throwing it at her foot. She let out a whimper as the burning ceased, and the Doctor took her hand,
"Hey, don't cry," he murmured. It was odd, but it seemed as though he was drinking up her appearance. Though flames surrounded them. Kat gazed intently into his eyes. Questions swarmed her judgment, who is this man? How does he know me? Why did he kiss me? Most importantly, why do I trust him?
The Doctor cleared his throat and let go of her hand,
"Right, the Flame Eaters," he said, refocusing. Kat broke his gaze, feeling awkward. She tried to focus on the large, red aliens that were on fire, but... couldn't. The Doctor was watching her again. She nervously began to sputter,
"They... Lord! So they're aliens? And they eat flames?"
"No, they're aliens and they ARE flames. Burning pieces of the sun gone rouge."
The explanation was brief and confusing, but Kat had the odd sense that this man, whoever he was, never really made much sense. He grabbed her hand again, redirecting her attention. Kat snapped her head towards him, her eyes full of fear and terror. The Doctor gently stroked her cheek, causing her to shiver,
"God you're beautiful when you're frightened. Kat, you need to run."
"Sorry?"
He laughed bitterly,
"Run. And never look back. When you meet me again..." he trailed off. Kat searched him frantically,
"What?" she asked. He smiled at her again, giving her a firm kiss on the head,
"Oh you know what to do."
Kat blinked, confused. Then, she turn. And ran. And all the time she felt the kisses on her lips, and the warmth of that hand.