Author's Note: This is a self-insert in current time, anything this story mentions will most likely be true, except for the town I live in. I can't tell you that. I only have the beginning planned out, nothing more, and this story is written in honor of the new episodes of DW coming on next week, I might not have this out in time for that to be right though. I'm only posting this while taking a one chapter break from "Dog Days of Post Paradise" then I'll be back on it.

I don't know how this will turn out since I'm still in a sad funk because of something personal that happened to me, but I'll try my best, my love for Doctor Who is all that keeps me going. Well, that's an exaggeration, but you get the point.

I'm writing this as celebratory fic for the upcoming new seasons, I know I already stated that XP. Any one and every one's DW OCs, or any OC you can come up with, is invited to join the chaos as 9, 10, 11, and my 12th Doctor get in trouble way over their heads. I take requests! A request for characters, scenarios, and ect.

This takes place right after "Voyage of the Damned" and in different other timey wimey settings I might not know of. The beginnings not the best but it'll get better! Promise!

So, here you are, real life me having to adapt to the DW world. Enjoy!

-X-

"Galaxies, Universes, Multi-verses and me without a map!"

Chapter 1: "Lost down a hole"

It was dark outside, lightning streaking the sky like zig zagged paint brush strokes, everything else pitch black. The storm was roaring, wind whipping up to push the branches against the windows, making clattering noises. The clouds are so thick it'd take a chainsaw to slice through them. Everything is coated in a blanket of black, only lighting up when large balls of lightning explode outside.

It was a Texas serve thunder storm, one of the one's with no rain as it is the season of draught. In a thunder storm that, if you don't mind the extremely high winds, you can sit on your porch and watch. But if you lived in the city it'd be too dangerous, too many things getting flung around by the wind, you might get hit by something. Of course, if you live out in the wilds like I do you were more likely to get hit in the face with a snake or scorpion. I'd take getting hit in the face with a tricycle any day over a face full of sharp pointy poisonous things.

My kitchen was just as dark, the electric lines getting pulled down by the wind hours ago. I sat on the couch, covers over my body as I shivered with cold and trembled with paranoia. I hated the dark, especially stormy darkness when there is a large possibility of Tornados. I have a phobia of Tornados. Big things of circling wind that just want to crush you with a pencil in your brain or spin you around with cows. I really had a distaste for them.

The lightning was only getting worse as time went by, I curled up and laid down on the long brown couch, surrounded by crème colored pillows. It was cold, I was cold, and I couldn't sleep. My brain kept telling me that if I fell asleep I'd wake up dead. I know that's not possible but I was just that scared. I shuffled myself closer to my pillow and felt myself missing the heat of my puppy at my feet, Sandy, the fluffy crazy Malti-poo that had been run over two weeks ago. I had been heartbroken, having had that dog for over a year now, looking forward to showing her snow. I still felt very melancholy when I thought about her.

I pushed the thought back as I turned over, facing the back of the couch. The worst thing was, not only was it storming, I had no electricity, and I was the only person in the house. My mom and step dad had left earlier to Texarkana, to the Mall, to get some things; most likely a birthday present for me, I turn eighteen in two weeks. The storm had literally come from the mysterious nowhere, and now I figured they were stranded out there, as it was one o'clock in the morning.

Only an hour ago did my computer lose the last of its battery life. My plan had been to stay up marathoning the shows I had on my laptop, that way I wouldn't end up freaking out. Well, it died, now I'm freaking out.

That's when I hear drip drops on the metallic roof of my house, as soon as it starts, it pours, making the noise from the roof louder. I groan, rolling my eyes at Mother Nature. I settle back down as I listen to the rain, trying to day dream to take my mind off of my mild panic attack. I didn't get scared too often, oh who am I kidding, I'm the freaking epitome of insanity and paranoia. I think if I don't have at least one light on in my room at night someone will jump through my window and kill me. Yeah, and I'm being completely serious. Worst part, I can't sleep anywhere else but in my room, AT ALL, and even then I have to have at least fifty evasion tactics planned out when I enter any room or else I'll just sit down quietly and not look at anyone, freaking out 'cause I think someone's about to stab me. So, no, I am not mentally healthy and I absolutely refuse to take sleeping pills, for all I know they could be poisoned!

Worst thing is, I'm seriously serious, not joking at all.

So when I hear the loudest crashing noise I've ever heard in my life you'll believe me when I tell you I literally jumped to the ceiling, landed on my feet, ran to my room, shut the door, grabbed my dad's old baseball bat, and hid against my bedroom wall. All in under three seconds, new personal best. I was trembling too, like a little toy dog with no fur. Oh great, now I'm sad again.

I gripped the base of the baseball bat tightly, like my life depended on it, and for all I knew it did. Just before my computer died I had been watching the episode "Midnight" of Doctor Who. That was the only episode, including "Don't Blink", that scared me, the only one. So now here I am in complete darkness, hiding beside my bed, baseball bat in hand, thinking an alien was about to come get me.

Weird thing was, and it took a second for me to stop and think about this, there had been the sound of thunder with that crash as well as the Earth quaking underneath me. What did that mean? That clearly something fell, a big something, and due to how loud it was, that big something landed real close.

I'll say one thing about my curiosity; it was large enough to outweigh my fear, always. I had always been the one to snoop, listen in, detect, and use my mind to try and know everything about anything and if there was ever something I didn't know I did all I could to learn everything about it. As long as it interests me I'll know everything there is to know about it, because I liked having knowledge, even knowledge as useless as the fact my blanket was water proof because of the fiber density in the course threads. It was so thick it literally made water bounce off of it. See? Useless, right? But I knew about it.

So, as everything settles, and my curiosity is peaked, I find myself putting on my newly bought converse shoes, and I grabbed a flashlight from the counter in the kitchen. I grabbed my black leather jacket from in the game room and put it on as I unlocked and opened the front doors. The wind was wild, nearly knocking me off my feet as I turned on the flashlight and closed the door behind me. The rain was worse, cold and feeling like little needles as it hit my skin. I ignored this though, wrapping my arms around myself as I held out the flashlight and walked around my step dad's truck.

I let the light of the flashlight sweep through the darkness, along the yards of grass and trees that was my front lawn, until I was looking half way to my left. There was a large group of downed trees there, smoke even coming up, but barely seeable through the storm. I had to know what it was though, I had to know, or else I'd regret not knowing.

So I walked, trudged through the wind and cold wet rain, in my red plaid PJ's and brand new red classic X-Men shirt. I was drenched, cold and shivering, my long curly auburn hair a mess, even while still in a ponytail holder, my glasses so covered in rain I could barely see. I wiped my glasses off with the side of my hand as I got closer.

It was really coming down, lightning and thunder roaring and rampaging like beasts. Trying to keep my eyes ahead of me and on the ground, looking for possible creepy crawlies, was the hardest. But eventually I made it, about two yards away from my house, out in the forest, was a gaping hole.

Trees were downed all around the hole, a path of them leading to it, as smoke came out from the bottom of the hole. I couldn't quite make out what it was in the dark, so I got a little closer to the hole, mud everywhere, the friction lessening under my feet. I was worried I might fall in, so I tried to keep my balance.

When I was finally looking off directly into the hole, hovering over it, not able to get any closer without falling in, I turned the flashlight to it. Blue was the first thing I saw, and when realization hit me about what it was I gaped like a fish, rain in my lungs, green eyes widening.

It was the TARDIS!

In one piece at the bottom of the hole was a large blue police box. It was covered in mud, branches sticking to her, and her leaning a bit, but it was her. I blinked several times then pinched myself. It didn't hurt, but I was awake, I knew I was, there was no way I would have fallen asleep in this storm. So then, the TARDIS was really in my front yard, downed, and in trouble.

As soon as my mind snapped back in place I found myself jumping into the hole, mud getting on me, as I slid downwards and to the TARDIS. If she was in trouble you can bet I was going to help! I loved the TARDIS, more than the Impala, and that was saying something! If anything the TARDIS was my first love! 2005 had been the year my life had gotten a thousand times better, for years I watched the sky waiting for the TARDIS. A few weeks ago, when Sandy had been killed, I prayed for the TARDIS, to see The Doctor's face so that I could feel better. It was one of the most sincere pleads for company I had ever made. But something told me the Doctor wasn't here because of me, even if that fact did hurt a bit.

Now that I thought about it though, this was beginning to look eerily like "The Eleventh Hour" when Eleven landed in Amy's yard. There were a lot of parallels in this situation. Strange, but not strange enough to keep me from running to the TARDIS.

First I plucked the branches stuck to her away, second I tried to clean off as much mud from her as I could, third I did what I've wanted to do for over six years; I hugged her. I hugged the TARDIS like you'd hug someone you loved, tightly, and was it just me or did I feel a tingling in the back of my brain that felt like appreciation?

After about five minutes of hugging the TARDIS I opened her doors and went inside, closing them behind me before looking in astonished awe around me. I felt tears of joy prick my eyes as I touched the corral designs of Ten's TARDIS. She was magnificent! It felt like Freedom inside the TARDIS, and oddly, it smelled like bananas.

I walked up the platform and touched the controls lightly, gently, as if I was patting her. I knew I was smiling, grinning in fact, at the idea of trying to fly the TARDIS and the fact I was inside of her. I was just overwhelmed with feelings, so much so I wondered where The Doctor was. But just as I was about to go look for him my hand, the one still on the console, flipped a switch by accident.

I gasped, shocked as I heard the noises the TARDIS made as it moved, the pulse of her, the pillar of light moving up and down. Everything shuttered, and I was tossed back, onto my back, head hitting the floor hard. I had to blink roughly, wonder where my flashlight was, then get up as the TARDIS stopped moving.

I sat up Indian style, as I touched the back of my bruised head. I winced, it stung, but I was relatively okay. That is, until I realized, I wasn't in Kansas anymore, or Texas to be more precise. The TARDIS had moved, I could be anywhere in the Universe, so very far away from home. I might never get back; I felt my heart pound, what would happen when my brother gets back home to find me gone? He'll go into hysteria. I might get stranded in space for eternity, or worse, killed by aliens! Would it have been too much for a '67 Chevy Impala to have broken down at my backdoor instead? At least then I'd still be in the States!

I got up as my mind swirled in panic, using the console to lift myself up. My head hurt, but not too badly, and my vision was blurry. 'Oh!' I took off my glasses and wiped them off on my X-Men shirt. 'There, better.'

When I could see I looked around; same TARDIS Control Room. My eyes landed on my flashlight then, and I picked it up, hoping it might come in handy for wherever I was. So I held it tightly and walked around the Console and down the walkway. I stopped at the door and gulped, trembling and shivering, still cold and frightened, my hand reaches for the handle and I slowly open the door and peek my head out.

It's dark outside the TARDIS, humid, sticky feeling and I grimace. My feet are firmly planted on the end of the walkway; right in the TARDIS door archway. I grip the handle of the door tightly, my mind circling, screaming, and filling with all of the horrible monsters that could be out there, waiting for me. I felt safe inside the TARDIS, I could feel the TARDIS, it was true, and I could sense her. Oddly enough, I was sure that the ability to sense the soul of the TARDIS was connected to my odd ability to sense the supernatural. A gift I had had for a long time, it's real subtle, not like I can see ghosts or anything, I don't believe in ghosts, I can just sense events, things changing, the world shape shifting, and the emotions of others. It's real subtle, but I figured it out after sensing several events by what I thought was coincidence, after the sixth time I figured it out, but it's not a power just really strong intuition.

Another weird thing that made me an odd ball, and once again I'm not lying or exaggerating, it's true, and slightly creepy, but handy. Everyone who knows me knows how very very strange I am, on the inside and out. Not that I look strange, average height, average looks, average weight, it's more of what I wear on the outside. Geeky shirts, nerd glasses, hipster clothes, suits, and my beloved leather jacket.

See? That's believable!

Something in the dark hisses, I see red eyes blink open in the pitch black of wherever the heck I am and I slammed the TARDIS doors closed again, fearing the worst; that whatever that had been it had seen me and was waiting for me.

My heart was racing, nothing to defend myself with, me freaking out, in a pair of pajamas on possibly another planet, and really hungry to boot! I whined, sliding down the TARDIS doors to sit in a fetal position, trying to calm my heart. What was I supposed to do? Go out there and beat all the 'big bad's with the back of my flashlight? This was not Alan Wake! That would not work!

I shook my head, ponytail holder coming undone, I felt myself trembling again. I was scared, and I know; the women of Doctor Who are never scared, let alone of the dark! But it's not the dark that scares me; it's the possibilities of what lurk inside of it that scare me! I wasn't a companion, and as much as I wish I was, I wasn't worthy to be one! If I had the ability I'd do whatever it took to protect the Doctor! But he wasn't here, I was all alone, with creepy crawlies lurking just outside, and I had nothing to protect myself with. If one of my friends were in danger I'd be by their side in a heartbeat to help, I could be courageous and heroic! It's just, I'm an eighteen year old girl that's nothing but an average student who writes stories and who dreams of adventure, I'm no hero! I'm nothing, nothing but a scared little girl.

The truth of the statement brings me to light tears, I feel guilty and ashamed. I had been called self-centered once, a coward, but I had always believed that there was potential in me, just like in all of the Doctor's companions. In the end all of those people were right; when push came to shove I got scared and trembled in the wind. I want to be a hero! I just want to help! But I'm so worthless!

I put my head in my arms and feel streaks of wet heat on my cheeks. I was so very ashamed, broken, wondering why fate had dared to bring me here? Just to rub my meaningless life in my face, putting salt in a still very raw wound of loneliness. I felt like breaking down completely, hugging my leather jacket to me. But that's when I hear a jingling and I remember my necklace was around my neck, a ring hanging off a man's gold chain. I grip it tightly, the chain and ring dangling from my throat, and I feel so much worse.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A scream suddenly rips through the air, shattering the silence like glass. I jump up, jerky movements, and find myself flinging out of the TARDIS, not even closing the doors behind me as I ran. I ran as fast as I could, flashlight on, helping me move through pitch black darkness. That scream, that voice, it had sounded like that of a female teenager screaming. Because of how I had held that necklace, it made me think she was screaming again, crying out for me to help her, well this time that was what I was going to do!

It just seems like reflex, after running down so many school hallways, after hearing her scream or cry. There would be moments where I'd hear her during class and run out before even saying anything to the teacher. I'd do anything and everything for her, she saved me once, I owed her my life, and I loved her like a daughter; since I took care of her so much. She was my best friend, and I was always there for her when she needed me, even if it didn't go both ways sometimes. She was a troubled girl, hard times with her family making her that way, just like me, but her heart was still golden, her smile like the light at the end of the dark dark tunnel.

So when I hear that scream I go running, faster than I remember being, looking for her down every dank, dark, humid, and wet cave tunnel that I see. The walls of grey stone, everything looking the same, not even a pebble out of place along the tunnel ways. The flashlight lights the way, but just barely.

The tears and feeling of shame forgotten, just like that, my heart is pounding, I'm breathing quickly as I'm running faster, my body out of shape due to me being a huge geek with controller thumbs and writing fingers.

My mind isn't wandering now; it's focused, concentrated on finding the owner of that scream no matter what. The scream had been blood curdling, pain filled to an extent it reminded me of Hell bound souls. I wondered if that was where I was, the dark part of Hell, or maybe in that Riddick movie Pitch Black. Both were horrible thoughts, I was definitely not cut out for such worlds.

I was no hero.

My legs hurt after a while, and I crumble, exhausted after running so incredibly fast for over thirty minutes straight. I can't regulate my breathing, lungs burning, adrenaline gone, muscles fatigued. I had to rest, breath, or I would die of some sort of heart attack. I wasn't fat or over weight, really skinny actually thanks to my genes containing a high metabolism rate, it was just I didn't play sports or go out on runs. I just wasn't a go outside and play type of person, unless it was the perfect starry night. I loved watching the stars, almost to a corny extent, wondering what each one was like on its surface. I day dreamed of the distant stars long before I even became a Doctor Who fan, stars were just so beautiful to me.

That's when I wondered, as my breathing calmed, sweat dripping beads down my head, if I'd ever get to see a starry night ever again. My brain shut my sentiments down, my heart panicking but my human bred survival instincts telling me not to panic. That was my dad's doing, in my younger years when my dad had been around more often he had taught me survival, the skills to stay calm in a volatile situation as well as how to rough it.

It was plain and simple; I wanted to live, so I'd do whatever it took to stay breathing.

I felt calmer now, my lungs no longer burning, the base of my feet no longer swollen and pulsing, but my legs still did hurt and I was still hungry. My breathing was normal, heart rate normal, and I took one long breath before standing again. I started walking now, looking through tunnels, trying to find who had screamed.

It was around the next corner I found a lab and my eyes widened at how strange it looked. To best describe it imagine this; a human run lab that studied animals, things that we believed to be lower live forms. A lab that was in no way medical but purely experimental in its chase of answers no matter what. Okay, got that in your head? Now take that imagine and replace everything that would originally be used on animals to test them, with things you'd use on humans instead. Yeah, that bad, it was like Centipede if that's what that movie was called, with that insane scientist stitching people together to make a human centipede. Yes, it was that sick and terrifying.

I gaped, eyes wide. You ever have that nightmare where you're a test subject in a lab? No? Well I have so this was pretty mortifying. I stepped back, hand covering my mouth, as I was freaking out again, but this time far worse than last. If this lab was here, lite up unlike the rest of the cave, than that meant that the girl who had been screaming was a test subject. The worst zinger of it all was when I thought; 'am I next?'

I wanted to run back to the TARDIS, but I was frozen, realizing that there were indeed creatures out there and I had been very lucky I hadn't already run into them. I needed a plan, or something at least! I didn't want to die! But what would work against whatever creatures were here? God, I was in a bad spot!

I took another deep breath but this one was shaky. I put the hand that had been covering my mouth in my leather jacket pocket and gulped down a tight lump in my throat. I took a step inside the lab, and then I took a few more, baby steps, trying not to violently shake as I walk. I trudge, but the more steps I take the more my walk evens out into a stride. I breathe through my nose as I look around.

Then I smell something. I walk over to what seems to be like an examining table, I follow the smell, I walk around the table and over to what was a mirror made refrigerator. The door's mirrors reflect my broken messy image. This is where the smell is coming from, and I stop breathing as I open the doors.

My eyes widen drastically, and as soon as I see what's inside I turn to my right and throw up everything that was in my stomach. You know all those gory horror movies or cop shows that show organs and blood? When you watch those shows you don't gag because it's not that gross and you think you could take real gore because you're not grossed out that easily. Well, that's how it is for me. But I was so wrong, so very very wrong. The real things, bloody ripped open organs and puss filled torn and ripped bleeding flesh, so much worse in real life. Those movies come nowhere near to what real gore and guts look like when their ripped from your body. It's horrible and so sick; don't even get me started on the smell.

After I empty my stomach I slam the door shut and wipe bile off my lips. I sneer, that horrible taste stuck in my mouth now, me without any way to get rid of it. I feel horrible, like I'm still going to throw up but I can't, so I'm left feeling like that time I had caught the flu and had it really bad for days. I had to sit down, away from the vomit on the floor, and breathe.

I couldn't relax for long, soon I heard hissing, and I ran to the entrance on the opposite side of where I entered the lab. I hid behind the wall of the entrance and listened as the hissing got louder. I didn't dare breath to loud, I didn't dare move, I didn't dare do anything but hide. The hissing became hissing and slithering as creatures of unknown origin entered the lab from the same entrance, or tunnel, as I had.

I stayed motionless and silent as I heard a body get dropped onto the operating table. I winced as I heard the body get slammed down; apparently the person was struggling against whatever bonds were on them. I heard murmuring but no real words, like they were muffled by a gag, which they probably were.

I hear clicks, metallic; like that person was getting strapped down onto the table. I fear for them but wonder what I could possibly do. I grip my flashlight, having turned it off after entering the lab, I tried to think. If I could save that one person, just that one person, maybe my life wouldn't be so meaningless. Otherwise I was going to die anyway, Snake Man was going to notice the vomit on his floor sooner or later and get curious and I couldn't move without him noticing me.

So I took one final deep breath through my nose before flinging myself around the corner, out of hiding, and glaring down the ten foot snake that had arms and hands. I didn't have time to gape at how strange the creature looked. "Hey! Science experiment gone horribly wrong! Look at this!" I shined the flashlight in its huge red eyes. It blinked rapidly, hissing, as it backed away and covered its eyes. The creature was momentarily stunned, so I ran over to the operating table and undid the restraints on the guy, taking off the gag last, as quickly as I could. As I did my eyes were widening again, heart beating rapidly.

"Well," The guy rolled his neck and looked at me with his big brown eyes. "That's better! Brilliant rescue by the way! Never liked the Snakoids, to much like snakes, I've never really liked snakes. Strange that I don't like something, that's actually very rare, although I do hate pears. Horrible things pears!" The man spoke so fast I barely caught anything he said; I was kinda just star struck. "Oh, ello! I'm the Doctor!" He smiles at me, actually only really just seeing me then. As soon as his smile surfaced so did it disappear with exclamation in his eyes. "Look out!"

Before I can move, turn around, or even take a breath there's this sharp needle like pain in my neck, but it's a set, there's two twin pains side by side. It doesn't take long to realize that snake fangs are in my throat, venom shooting into my veins. I can only blink rapidly, heart completely stopped, no longer breathing.

My life flashes before my eyes, literally in seconds, and I'm certain I'm about to die. As the world goes dark all I can think is how glad I am that I got to save the Doctor, or to even see him! With such an experience under my belt I could die peacefully.

But that's not how this story ends, it'd be way to short if that was true, and frankly, short stories suck!

I feel fangs get ripped away from my neck, the pain bringing me back, as I hear a crash and the Doctor shouting in a language I can't understand. I hear the sonic screwdriver, the Snake Man hissing, and the Doctor still shouting. I realize I can still feel my feet on the ground, having not moved an inch. Now the question was, why can't I see anything?

There is a final hiss before I hear the Doctor clapping his hands and walking back over to me. When I saw him on the table he was wearing a tuxedo, no brown wavy coat or anything. I know that the only time he wears a tuxedo is during "Voyage of the Damned" so I wonder if that's where he had just been.

"Well, that Snakoid won't be coming back to Earth!" The Doctor says proudly, now right behind me, but I dare not move, I still couldn't see. I hear the sonic screwdriver again and I wonder if he's scanning me. "He got you though; I'm so sorry, so so sorry. You've been injected with Snakoid venom, very deadly stuff. If only I had the TARDIS! I have some anti-Snakoid venom back in the TARDIS med bay." He sounds frustrated and I wonder how he looks, most likely he has that sad thousand year old look in his eyes.

He comes to stand in front of me, and I feel rather than hear him wave a hand in front of my eyes. It sounds like he whines, now even more sad to discover I couldn't see. "Am I going to die then, Doctor?" I look down, moving my head but not seeing anything, ashamed and guilty. "I don't want to die." I whisper, feeling alone in the room since I can't see, in any other situation I wouldn't have the courage to voice such out loud. But I certainly don't have the courage to say anything else.

I hear the sonic screwdriver again. The Doctor pulls it out of his pocket and all of a sudden the atmosphere changes. The Doctor grabs my wrist quickly, sonic in the other hand, as he drags me down corridors that I had already gone down. My flashlight ends up slipping from my hand and I can't go back to get it.

"No! You are not going to die! No one has to die today! Because you know what?" There is a pause as we're running, and I know he does that for suspense. "The Doctor is in!" He shouts and I feel rather than see as he pulls me into the TARDIS. I can hear how happy he is because he can save me. I feel butterflies in my stomach at the thought.

We run through the TARDIS and soon we take one last turn before he lets go of my wrist and I hear him rummaging through drawers and cabinets. "The Snakoid, like normal snakes, have venom, awful stuff! They inject it into you and slowly it takes away all of your senses until your left with no way to defend or take care of yourself and they just let you die. Horrid isn't it? That's why I've never liked them much, this one just thought it was okay to take up shop under Earth's crust and do experiments on any humans he came across. Apparently he didn't know the Earth is protected, by me of course, and as soon as I informed him of that he took off back to his ship, no fuss. I like it when they do that, just listen to reason and leave, it's very rare, that's why it's so refreshing when it happens! Hold still."

Suddenly I'm being injected again, but this time by an actual needle, and right in the same spot as the bite too! It hurts for a second but the pain's gone before I really have time to complain. I rub the bite, as it itches, and the Doctor slaps my hand away and then gently puts a bandage over it. "Don't scratch it! It'll only make the bite worse!" He informs me hotly, like scolding a child, and I cross my arms and glare at him with the eyes I can't see through. I hear him chuckle. "You know you're glaring at the closet, right?"

I pout, "No, I didn't. Because, 'ya know, I can't see." I say sarcastically and the Doctor chuckles again. "When will I be able to see again?" I ask and hear rustling.

"In a few hours, unfortunately the side effect of the anti-venom is that it will purge your body of the venom but at the same time it sends all of that purged venom….well-" Before the Doctor can finish I find myself throwing up again, feeling even more sick then before. "Like that. While the anti-venom works in your system you'll be sick, like anti-bodies fighting a virus. Here." The Doctor then helps me, gently taking my hand and steering me to sit down on what felt like a bed. "Lay down, I'm going to put a bucket by your head but on the floor." He instructs and I do as he says and I hear the bucket clank on the ground beside me, and I nod hoping he sees the action.

There is a pillow underneath my head and simple slightly rough sheets underneath my body. I can only imagine I'm lying on a cot in the TARDIS' med bay. The Doctor announces he'll be right back and quickly leaves the room. I can feel the TARDIS again, tingling in the back of my head like thanks for bringing her Doctor back. It was more like the other way around, without the Doctor I'd be dead right now.

I don't hear the Doctor when he returns, I only know he has as I feel a cold wet cloth on my head suddenly, I jump but only just then realize how hot I was before as I feel the cold on my head. "Thank you." I sincerely say, happy to feel just that more comfortable and safe.

Then a chair is being pulled up beside me and I feel the Doctor there, looking at me as he sits. "So, leather jacket and plaid pajamas? That is a very strange thing to wear while just happening to take a stroll below the Earth's crust." The Doctor states, sounding curious and suspicious now. "What's your name, what were you doing down there?" The way he says 'down there' makes me believe he's moved the TARDIS already. I wouldn't blame him if he had.

"My name's Jamy, Jamy Catalyst." I lie, not wanting to say my real name, only because it was a boring name, it would be horrible to introduce myself by that name to the Doctor. So, I used my pen name. "And…." I pause, wondering if I should tell him the truth. Knowing lying to him about that would be a bad idea, and due to the fact I couldn't think of any other lies, I told the truth. "This….multi-dimensional ship, which apparently just happens to look like a phone box, crash landed in my front yard. I saw it, got curious, went inside, and the next thing I know I'm in a huge cave with a snake monster in it. So, Doctor, you tell me, what am I doing here?" Well, I kinda didn't lie, I just twicked it a bit for Doc's own benefit. I'll tell him the whole truth later, when he trusts me better.

The Doctor paused, I could hear him fidget, in thought. "Multi-dimensional?" He asked, I could practically hear his head tilt.

"Bigger on the inside." I rephrased; since that's what most companions say.

"Oh!" He takes a breath. "But really? Multi-dimensional? That….it…..there's just no penash! It sounds, boring; my TARDIS is in no way boring! That's her name by the way; TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Why she would let you inside then come back to under the Earth's crust…of all people an American gurl! I don't really understand it!" He says, I can imagine him rubbing his brown spikey hair back and forth.

"Hey!" I pause, pulling on the pillow behind my head. "Well actually, you have a point; why me?" If I could see or knew where the Doctor was I'd look at him questioningly. As is I just continued to lie on the cot.

"I don't know." He sounds contemplative, the whole rubbing his chin type of contemplative. "But we'll figure it out!" He yells happily, just realizing he had all the time in the world to do so. "In the mean time you have anti-venom flowing through your veins, you should get some rest, when you're feeling better we'll get a b-… I mean something to eat." I can hear him getting up and I try to reach out to him, ignoring him nearly saying bite, now it itches under the bandage more, I miss his hand but he pauses in his steps.

"I…-" I bite my lip, unsure if I can say anything. "Could you stay?" My voice trembles. "I mean I…it's just…I don't like the dark and…..it's…so-" I can't continue, I can't explain, and I think the Doctor takes my moment of weakness in stride, understanding my request, sympathizing, one step closer to trusting me.

He stops and sits back down, taking my hand in his. "It is scary, isn't it? The dark I mean. So many monsters lying in wait. Really every ones afraid of the dark, if not the dark itself then what hides in it." I think he tries to make me feel better, holding my hand and talking to me.

I smile, feeling safer than ever before in my life. "Yeah, not to mention the shadows that follow you. You can't see them in the dark, but they can still see you." I don't know why I say this, it just seems to slip. I yawn then and feel my eye lids get heavy even though I didn't know they were open. Sleep finds me and even though I'm not in my room I rest easy.

That was when my life really began, everything beforehand was meaningless.

-X-

The next day I could see again and I loved seeing the inside of the TARDIS. Waking up was a surprise, no sunlight shining on my eyes, no satin sheets underneath me. I was still in my pajamas, covered in mud and sweat. I sit up and rub my eyes, feeling the cot beneath me. It takes me a moment to realize I'm on the TARDIS, and for a few more seconds I geek out, before wondering where the Doctor was.

I still felt sick, and found myself dry heaving as I tried to get up, the room spinning and everything real blurry. I had to sit back down and get up slower, I still felt sick on my feet, my leg muscles burning and stinging in pain. I yawned though and rolled my shoulders. I had to lean against the wall as I walked, finding my way out of the med bay and into the TARDIS hallways.

The hallways of the TARDIS matched the decorum of the control room. Browns, greys, and metal sides with holes in it. I kept my hands on the walls as I walked for a while, stumbling here and there. I really still felt horrible, but I had to find the Doctor. After a while I gave up trying to navigate and just looked up.

"Could you show me where he is?" I kinda prayed to the TARDIS, hoping she'd hear me and help me. I felt so sick; I couldn't stand for much longer. When I looked down there were little neon arrows pointing to where I should go lighting up on the floor. I smiled and thanked the TARDIS as I followed them back into the control room.

There he was, sitting at the computer console. He seemed to be looking up something, and I ended up stumbling behind him, finally falling on my face as I had run out of wall to lean on. In seconds I feel hands at my sides helping me up.

"Whoa, whoa! What are you doing up? What part of 'bed rest because you are sick' do you not understand? You should listen to your doctor, oh yeah that's me, so as I said; bed rest." The Doctor rambled as he helped me sit up, I saw the concern and frustration in his brown eyes and I smiled.

"Sorry, I was just wondering where you went is all. I'm kinda hungry too." I state innocently looking up at the Doctor with puppy dog eyes. I was actually crazy happy to be here, even though I felt sick, my stomach grumbled. I was always in the mood to eat good food, even though I could barely stand.

The Doctor looks calculating, and then helps me onto my feet, I'm still light headed but not so dizzy that I can't stand. He's changed his clothes already too, wearing his usual brown pinstripe suit and coat. He smiles, and then goes to run in circles around the console, switching levers and switches here and there. The TARDIS rumbled, swayed, and I nearly fell over, but a corral strut helped keep me up.

"Alright, Allons-y!" He yells as we land and runs over to the door then beckons me to follow. "I know this perfect place, Nilon 7. There's a café on the west side, cheery place, full of color and skinny furry people; the Nilonians! Any way; at this café they serve this drink, tastes like milk tea, and helps calm the stomach and heal sicknesses! It'll be perfect!" He takes my hand as he opens the TARDIS doors, revealing everything he just described. "It'll be just the spot for you," He looks at me and points, still smiling. "To tell me a bit more about yourself! We will be traveling together after all, as a thank you for saving me; I'll take you on one trip. Anywhere in space and time, right after your better, how does that sound?" He asks, a shine in his eyes as he holds my hands and guides me out of the TARDIS.

I look up at the impossible purple sky and red clouds and smile brightly. "Sounds perfect Doc."

-X-

End Note: God it took me forever to write this! To tell the truth though I have been really busy. School and all kinds of other stuff. I feel like this was horrible though? I'm horrible at beginnings, really am. I have something more interesting planned for next chapter though.

Anybody interested in submitting either themselves or OC's into this story? I'll be happy to add you to the cast, just got to find a moment to stick you in, unless you already have something specific in mind, then do tell, I'll use it.

The sad funk I was talking about was my dog Sandy, like in the story, was run over. I was really saddened by this, since I was so attached to her. It seems like forever since then though, even though it's only been two weeks now. It's so quiet and lonely in the house now, and everything reminds me of her. My parents feel the same way and we've decided to get another dog, in the next couple of months. We want a Cockapoo or Goldendoodle. Both extremely good and cute dogs!

So I feel better, but I still have a lot to do, and stuff to finish. I will get back to this as soon as possible, promise!

R&R PLEASE!