A/NOK, so, first EVER fanfiction umm, hope you like it and um, yeah. I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters (i only own my OC, Mira.)

Time Keeper

Chapter 1 - Darkness

I remember, remember running through the red fields of Gallifrey, and watching the beautiful sky at night. I remember sitting alone, alone with my thoughts, in a big world that would soon come to die. I remember watching the sky burn; I remember watching my parents be crushed by the falling buildings. I remember witnessing my world be torn apart, by a force stronger than all of us. I saw my kind run for safety, but leaving me behind. We ran, ran until our legs ached and chests heaved carrying the burden of having no breath left in them, a small group of us, forgotten Time Lords, forgotten and abandoned. We were young, and didn't know what to do. Now I'm so old, and I have seen so many things, with that mad man of mine. We were young, and so hopeful of our futures, now we have grown ignorant and scared, always running.

The air on our planet was changing, and it was choking us. My head felt dizzy, and both my hearts were pounding at an unbelievable rate. My eyes were frantically searching for my friends, but I couldn't see. Then I felt secure arms around me, supporting me and holding onto me. My vision was blurred, and I couldn't make out this persons face. He wouldn't tell me his name, though I must have asked a billion times. He was older than me, much older than me, and he led me to safety. I was gasping for air, and my lungs were burning. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head, and I soon passed out. I woke up in a small room, on a bed similar to my own. The air was clean, and I could breath. My vision slowly came into focus, and I saw I was alone. I sat up, and awaited someone's arrival. I could hear sounds I wasn't familiar with, and strained to hear what the muffled voices were saying.

"Very strange, this one was brought in with serious burns and severe breathing problems."

"What's so strange about these circumstances?"

"Since we've checked her, she has completely healed. I know this may sound absurd, but she also looks different."

"Hm, I wonder what could be going on."

"And no one can find a secure heart beat. It sounds more as if there are two!"

I soon realised I needed to get away before these people discovered this was indeed the case. I was dressed in a peculiar gown, and as I tried to get up, my aching muscles told me I'd regenerated in my sleep. I let out a small sigh and smiled at the gold cloud swirling out of my mouth. I found that so cool. I groaned softly, and shrugged on my coat which was hanging on the edge of the bed. I daren't put my clothes on, as they were covered in blood. There was a small window behind me, and I silently lifted it up and climbed out before landing on the floor. I looked around me, no one had noticed. Not sure where I was, I stopped a passing woman with a lot of bags. I offered her my assistance and was relieved when she accepted, though I saw how she eyed my clothing. I was very confused and decided to ask a couple of questions of my whereabouts.

"Um, this may sound a little strange, but where am I?" I bit my lip, hoping this lady wouldn't think me entirely odd.

"Erm, London, why?" She replied with a puzzled expression. Nothing made any sense, and I felt my head begin to spin again. I steadied myself, and placed the bags on the floor.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. Thank you for your time." The tall, blonde lady looked at me oddly, with a concerned expression on her face. I raced off across the road and into a quiet area with few people about. When I was quite sure no one was watching I placed my hands on the cool ground, and closed my eyes. The ground could tell me much about this foreign world, and maybe why I was here. The rush hit me and I couldn't help but lift my head back. I was on planet Earth, in England, London. Earth told me about the humans, who lived here, and about their short life spans. She told me how to survive here, and the time this world would come to die. But that was in the far future, and I wouldn't worry about that.

For years I struggled in securing a place for me in this world. I took the name Natasha Day, and slept on the streets. When I had secured a job and had a substantial amount of money, I brought a small apartment. Every morning I'd wake up in the same room, do the same job, and come home, my fiery hair in a mess, and my tailored clothes choking me. Every day I'd sit and wonder who saved me from the flames, who was responsible for bringing me here, who led me from the darkness.