i have no excuses for being away, except that i'm in my second year of GCSE exams, and studying seemed to be a bigger priority. sorry.

please except this chapter as an apology. enjoy.

The Doctor threw open the police box's doors, stepped outside, took a deep breath in, put his arms out, and shouted, "Paris, June 1832!" I peeked out from behind him and gasped; the square we had landed in reminded me of the square in the show. Beggars and lowlifes everywhere, with the odd market stall. I held onto my bag tightly, just in case.

"Don't worry," the Doctor said, locking the police box door, "the TARDIS will translate everything into English, so you'll understand what everyone is saying." So that's what he calls the flying box. The Doctor marched through the square, spinning as he went. I had to run too keep up with him. "See, 1832, a great year! I don't know why I never thought to visit! I mean, look around you. Everyone is... well, dying from something... and poor, and... This is silly, forget I said anything! Why on Earth would you pick such a depressing place like this? One trip and you pick here!"

"Hey! Don't knock France, you Martian!" Okay, it was a total stab in the dark, but how many humans do you see flying around in 1960's Police Boxes?

"Martian?! Oh, grow up, Harper!" He strode on, muttering, "Martians don't a Type 40 TARDIS."

"Okay then, what are you?" We came to a stop at a wall, and the Doctor leaned against it, as if to ignore my question. "I know you can't be human, and I suck at guessing, so just be blunt and honest, and tell me."

The Doctor looked at me, almost bewildered about how up front I was being, and then his face softened. "I'm a Timelord." He said. "I'm the last of my kind. Unless you count River; she's non-biologically Timelord... Kick ass with a gun. Not usually what I'm into, but I quite like that about her."

I laughed. "Sometimes I feel like I'm the last of my kind."

"What? Humans?"

"The real girl; the girl who isn't pretty, who doesn't dress right, who doesn't like the right music or the apparently 'attractive' arsehole at school. I'm the girl who isn't important to anyone. Who doesn't take slutty photos of themselves, and puts them all over Facebook, in the hope that they might just get fifty likes from perverts." I paused. "I'm more of a Twitter girl, myself."

The Doctor chuckled. "Well, I think you're very pretty." I couldn't help but blush; no one had ever called me pretty before. "And do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I've never met anyone who wasn't important before." All I could do was smile.

"Mademoiselle?" A student had appeared at the side of me, holding out a sheet of paper out for me to take. If I could describe him in one word, it would be adorable. Seriously, his hair was a mess of blonde curls and his eyes were sea-green. He was so egger, loveable and Marius-like, I was half-tempted to hug the life out of him. Instead, I took the sheet of paper and nodded a 'thank-you'. "Vive la republic." He said before, making his way through the crowds again.

"What's that then?" The Doctor pulled the piece of paper out of my hand, staring at it. All over it were messages of fighting for a republic and what you deserve. I couldn't help but giggle, seeing how France is now a republic. It made me smile knowing that these students got what they wanted in the end. No matter whether they lived or not...

A few moments later, we heard a rumble coming from the middle of the square. "And... that's us." The Doctor took off into the middle of the square, and I had to grab onto his hand to make sure he didn't leave me behind. As we approached, many people had moved away from the scene of some sort of brawl, as a very Javert-looking policeman stood into the middle of the scene, whilst a man and woman, probably the victims, huddled together. The Javert policeman bellowed out for witnesses and the Marius student raised his hand to give a statement. As this happened, the man and woman fled the scene, with the student following at their heels. "Follow that student!" The Doctor whispered, and he ran after them. I followed obediently, but only made it as far as a nearby tavern before having to stop from a stitch and my general slowness. I'm a reader and a computer nerd! I thought, I don't do any physical activity! I was genuinely surprised how little my converse helped my running.

It was then I realised that I was in 19th century Paris, by myself, with no idea who anyone was or where I was. I could try to catch up with the Doctor, but he would be too far ahead to try and catch up. I bent over, hobbled over to the tavern's doorway, and sat down with a groan. I grabbed my bag, checking for my purse, my phone, my iPod, but most importantly, by copy of Les Mis. I opened it up at random, landing on Fantine's death, and came to the simple conclusion that waiting for the Doctor to come back would be best.

I hadn't even finished the page when another thought dawned upon me; I was in 19th century Paris, by myself... with a world of possibilities. I told the Doctor that I wanted to come here to see Les Mis Paris, so wasn't a little exploring allowed. Surely, the Doctor wouldn't mind if I came back later tonight. He'd only take me back to my boring, mundane life of college, A-Levels and Twitter. I roughly knew where the TARDIS was, so I could easily make myself a mental bread crumb trail to follow. I stuff my book back into my bag, stood up, stretched out the fading stitch pain and started walking in a random direction. I hope the locals wouldn't mind a bit of phone photography. Out of nowhere, I heard myself sing, "The day begins and now let's see what this new world will do for me" and I proceeded to skip down the road.

~oOo~

The student stopped chasing the innocent victims and grunted in defeat, desperately trying to catch his breath.

"Stay here, Harper." whispered the Doctor, not noticing Johanna's disappearance. Stepping out, the Doctor asked, "So, what was all of that in the square about?" The student looked startled, then calmed himself and his breathing.

"The Thenardiers, deadly thieves. I know their daughter. They attacked the old man and his beautiful daughter..." The student trailed off, staring dumbly at nothing for a moment. "My name is Marius Pontmercy, monsieur."

"Pleasure to meet you, Marius. I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor Who?"

"Just the Doctor."

"Okay... I have a friend who's a doctor. Well, he's in training, anyway, but he'll be amazing. He already knows so much, and-"

"Tell me more about the Thenardiers, Marius." The Doctor had to cut the student off. Blabbering humans annoyed him.

Marius thought for a moment. "Well, they owned an inn at Montfermeil, until they lost it about ten years ago. Surely you must know about the Thenardiers, Doctor!"

"It's my first day here. Carry on."

"You see, I lived nearby them as a child, until they lost the inn. I left for university two years ago, and bumped into their daughter, about a year ago. Their eldest, Eponine, and I were good friends, and-" Marius paused for a moment, then gasped. "Of course, Eponine!"

"Sorry, Marius?" The Doctor asked, surprised at the sudden outburst humans like to do.

"Eponine, Doctor! She knows everything unintellectual about Paris! She knows about everyone, every street, every house number! She could find her for me! She's my best friend, she'll do it!"

"Sorry, what girl?"

"Goodbye Doctor. I was nice to meet you, but I must find my friend. I hope our paths will cross again." And with that, the student disappeared into the opposite direction. Still stunned, and even scared, by what just happened, the Doctor turned to the missing Johanna.

"Well, Harper, what do you think that was all about?" No Johanna. "Harper? Johanna!" The Doctor called her full name several times, whilst checking every section of the street, before jumping up and down angrily on the spot. "Oh, she's done it! She wondered off on something that could have been important! Oh, when will I get an obedient one? They've all done it; Rose, Martha, Donna, Pond and now Johanna! Well, to be fair, I didn't tell her, but its common sense!" The Doctor inhaled sharply, calmed himself down and stroked his bowtie. "Right," he muttered, "Operation Find-Johanna-Louise-Harper is go, go, go!" He ran back to the square and to the TARDIS, unlocked the sexy thing, and hoped that he could find something in it that would help him find Harper.

no guesses for who i based Marius off. Craig Mather! he was my first live Marius, and he really blew me away, so i had to pay tribute to him.

r&r and you can have some virtual cookies.