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

Chapter 2: "Lost in a Labyrinth" Part one

The hot water running down my back felt amazing! My hair was drenched in wet warmth, my spine tingling at the feeling of wet fingers touching my skin! Oh, right, context. So, I'm taking a shower, in the TARDIS. Yeah and the showers in the TARDIS are like Heaven! The perfect water pressure, sprayers all over the walls, spraying you from every direction, with a massaging feel to it. It felt so good to be clean; I had actually gone out to Nilon 7 all covered in muck, mud, and sweat. But even if I hadn't the second I would have stepped out onto Nilon 7 I would have been sweaty again. It was like stepping out into a sauna.

The sky had been purple, the clouds red, and dirt grey. The contrast of colors everywhere was unbelievable. There had been cat people too! And dog people, with kitten and puppy babies! How odd is that? But even though I was just barely standing on my own the whole time I found the experience to be absolutely thrilling!

When we got to the café, which had the name 'Tattered Rose' when translated to English, we were served by a tabby looking woman. She was really nice, had a strange accent though. The drink the Doctor had been talking about did indeed taste like milk tea, and even though I don't like tea it still tasted decent to me. As soon as I took my first sip I felt so much better, no longer any sudden urges to throw up and the room seemed to stop spinning, I was very thankful for that.

While the Doctor and I waited for the rest of what we had ordered we talked. I had thought things would be tense at first, but the Doctor, even in person, is an extremely sweet and funny guy. He would tell me one thing about himself then I'd tell him one thing about me. It ended up being turned into a game, until our food arrived, then we ate, and frankly I was starving. The food, even though I couldn't identify it, was actually really tasty. The Doctor assured me it was safe to eat, well he tried to anyway, he just kept rambling on about what chemicals it was made up of and how it wasn't really toxic. While he talked I ate it anyway.

When we got back to the TARDIS the Doctor led me to a bathroom, which was or is huge by the way! It kinda looked like a bathhouse, but with one tub and one really big shower. Everything I needed was already in place too; shampoo, toothbrush, comb, soap, etcetera. So at the moment I'm taking the longest best shower of my life!

I take a deep breath as I step out of the huge blue colored shower finally, me sliding the rubber ducky shower curtains back. I wrap myself in the towel from on the towel rack next to me. My hair is dripping on the blue glass tiled floor as I walk over to the long and tall mirror. I look at my damp extremely curly hair and frown. I grab the comb from the cabinets above the sink and brush my hair rigorously. When it's good and brushed, a handful of hair in the comb, I put the comb back, ponytail my hair, and brush my teeth.

After I'm all clean, black rimmed glasses back on my face, I stepped outside the bathroom and step across the hall into the dressing room. The Doctor had told me this room was here and like the bathroom it's huge! There is a couch and a few chairs here and there as well as mirrors all over the room. In front of me, on the wall you first see, well it isn't a wall; it's like a giant open closet. All kinds of clothes hang from hangers on it. The metal bar they hang off of moves, spinning, showing that there are way more clothes there than just the ones you see. There are also dressers and drawers along the walls, holding pants, socks, and underwear.

I can already tell that a good portion of those clothes are clothes old companions used to wear; including a few things of Rose's and Martha's hanging on the yellow couch in the middle of the room. That meant this entire room was the girl's dressing room, I guessed.

I rummaged a while, looking through pants, shirts, coats, and shoes. In the long run I found a pair of black jeans, white silky shirt, blue tie, and a black pirate like jacket with curls in the back and cufflinks on the sleeves. I button it up and adjust my blue silky tie accordingly. With that I found my black converses clean and dry next to the door along with my black leather jacket and I put them on. I twirled in my newly acquired outfit and smiled. "Hipster indeed!" I grinned, an assortment of blue, white, and black all over me, my necklace hidden under it all.

When I felt comfortable with my new style I put my hands in my jacket pockets and headed back towards the TARDIS control room, and this time I didn't get lost! I was pretty proud of that fact, but I still found my hands trailing along the walls of the TARDIS. Many didn't know this but I was a person of touch, I loved to touch the things I cared about, touch the things that felt soft. The walls of the TARDIS may have looked rough but actually they were smooth, like varnished wood.

I smiled at that and found myself in the TARDIS control room finally, the Doctor sorting through things around the TARDIS. I watched him, not saying a word, for a while. It all still seemed so surreal, like a dream, and I was scared that soon I'd wake up. My conversation with the Doctor earlier had gone so well, I didn't slip, not once. He had asked me where I was from, what it was like, if I had any family, any nicknames, what I'd like to do, hobbies, it had seemed so much like a blind date!

I leaned against the wall and knew the Doctor didn't know I was watching him, a soft smile on my lips, that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach like when I used to watch my brother do his favorite things. He was happy so I was happy. I didn't see the Doctor like most fan girls did, sure David Tennant was handsome, but I had been dreaming about having adventures with the Doctor since I was like…eight. He was more like that crazy uncle I wish I had and sometimes like the dad that was never around enough for me. In essence he was like the family I never had. Sad, isn't it?

I had a chance now though! I could impress him and maybe he'd let me travel with him! I could finally have my dream come true! How selfish did that sound? Over a million fans and the TARDIS just happens to land in my front yard? Why? And what had happened to the girl who was screaming that I heard back under the crust? The Doctor said he had been the only one there at the time. So then, what did I hear? My thoughts suddenly did a complete one eighty. For some odd reason though, I never once went near the topic of how I was going to get home, being from another dimension and all. Guess this was my Never Never Land, I didn't really want to go home.

My senses tingled. My intuition going off, my mind putting the pieces together. This was the Doctor Who universe and everything happened here for a reason. So then what was my part? What bad mojo was I going to get hit with? Rose ended up absorbing the heart of the TARDIS, not to mention getting thrown into a parallel world. Martha had to save the world during the year that never was. Jack ended up becoming immortal. Donna became part Timelord, got her memory wiped, and had that bug thing on her back. Amy had a time baby, got kidnapped, and had that baby turn into River Song. Rory became plastic. Is anyone sensing a pattern here? What was going to happen to me?

I could sense something was, like a dark shadow looming over, cracking my previously good mood. But I had to knock off the negative thoughts! I could worry about that bridge when we were getting ready to cross it. Matter of fact, I'd see it coming a mile away! I knew this world like the back of my hand!

I'm a writer though! An almost novelist! I can be just, if not more, conniving then Moffat! If anyone can survive the Doctor Who universe it's me! So bring it on universe! I'll take whatever you dish out!

The second I thought that I heard a very evil dark and twisted laughter in the back of my head and jumped, nearly soiling myself. So, okay, not ready yet. The universe should have totally waited until I said 'Ready, Set, Go'! Quickly I straitened myself back out and forgot about everything that just happened, 'cause repressing things just made me that much more sane.

"Ah! There you are! I was just wondering about you; Jamy Catalyst. What an odd name! Well, no, not odd, different. I like different! But the spelling of your name is all wrong; it's like Jam-y instead of Jamey." The Doctor rambled off, as usual, pulling levers here and there, as hyper as a little kid. I just watched and listened, smiling, as I stood back with my arms crossed. "Jam-y, Jam-y, Jam-y! Jam Jam, JC, Cat, Kitten, J!" Now he was just going through nicknames. "I like that." He says as he pauses, staring at the console now.

"Which one?" I ask nonchalantly, going over to sit on the couch near the door.

"All of them!" He exclaimed. I grinned, laughing inside, still feeling warm and fuzzy. "So," The Doctor looked over at me, a bright smile on his face, brown eyes glistening, ready for adventure. But then he looked at me, really looked at me and paused, brows furrowing. "Stealing my fashion sense, Jam-jam?" He grins.

I shook my head and laid back on the couch, looking at the ceiling lights of the TARDIS instead of at the Doctor. "Naw, it's called being a hipster Doc. Although I think you were the first ever hipster anyway, so maybe." I shrug then look over at him, arms crossed behind my head.

The Doctor just keeps grinning like the madman he is, that expression of 'I can make everything look good' on his face. Then he walks over to me and leans against the console. "So, where to?" He asks in all seriousness but only gives me a second to reply before he's talking again. "But if you can't think of anything I know this one planet. Brilliant place! It has oceans of different colors, and rain made of jelly babies!" He's about to start putting in coordinates before I jump up and stop him.

"I got somewhere I want to go!" I yell, hands in the air, sour look on my face. I was a little insulted he didn't think I had a request in mind. "If you'd just give me a second to talk, Doc." I say, calming down, successful in getting his attention. "I'd like to meet Leonardo da Vinci." I state and instantly the Doctor's face brightens, all I can think is that he approves of the request. "I've wanted to meet the guy for a while. He's inspired me with a lot of what I do, including stories I've written as well as art I've done." I explain, hoping the Doctor will accept this as a good enough reason. He does and grins as he puts coordinates in. What I said was true but I also loved the Leo from Assassin's Creed 2. That fact however would remain secret.

"Well then, Jam-y, allons-y!" The Doctor flipped one last switch and then suddenly the TARDIS started to spin, shudder, not the usual rocking back and forth the TARDIS would do. The smile that had been on the Doctor's face fell sullen instantly, his movements faster, more frantic as he ran around the console again. "No, no, no, no, no!" He yelled hurriedly, hysterically, as the TARDIS began to spark and smoke.

I had to hold onto the couch to stay up as I stood. I gripped hard on the leather like fabric as I was about to be sea sick in space. Figures I wouldn't get to see Leo, something always has to happen! Looks like we're about to crash, and I'm worried 'cause, level with me here, where do you crash in space?

"Doc!" I yell over the motions of the TARDIS, over the crashing noises, over the sparks and mini explosions. "What's going on?" I try to move, walk over to the console, but even taking in a deep breath I nearly fell over due to the rapid spinning of the TARDIS. I was about to throw up, AGAIN! What is that, five times now I've thrown up on the TARDIS?

"She's destabilizing!" He shouts, trying to put out the fire on the console. "We're being sucked into a time anomaly of some sort!"

"Like a tractor beam sucked or like a black hole sucked?" I ask, not moving from where I stood beside the couch. How the Doctor was still running around I have no idea.

He looks at me and has a thoughtful look on his face. "I don't know, Jam-jam, can people remote control time anomalies?" He asks, weather sincerely or not I honestly couldn't tell. He just looked really displeased by the whole event.

I think for a second before replying. "Usually I'd say no, but lately I'm learning there are people capable of a whole lot more than what I'm capable of understanding. So, yeah, sure, I say someone could. If they have the juice for it." I honestly think the Doctor will yell at me for saying such things, but the Doctor always surprises me.

The Doctor grins at me; from that look I can only think he liked my answer. "Good! Good! You're a quick learner! Right, you're right, there are endless amounts of possibilities, always be prepared for the unexpected! Your heads in the right place, Jam-jam." From his tone it sounds like he just patted my head, as if he was my teacher, I was five, and I just answered a trick question right. I cross my arms, and glare at him, forgetting about the unstableness of the TARDIS.

"I can be quite-" Before I can finish I get slung across the TARDIS, my face hitting a wall. The wind gets knocked out of me and I can't breathe; my spine hurting. I groan and in moments I feel hands peeling me off the coral like wall.

"Jamy! You okay?" The Doctor is holding me against his chest, my head lolling on his shoulder as I try to make sure nothing is broken and that my skull didn't get smashed in. When I can breathe again I cough and look up at the Doctor, putting up a thumb.

"Just freaking fantastic, Doc." I state, voice rough from the pain in my throat and lungs. The Doctor helps me to my feet, with some difficulty, and I stand, patting myself down for injuries. Once I'm back up on my own two legs the Doctor runs back to the console, checking everything as we're still crashing.

"Seems were about to find out what or who is pulling us through to the anomaly! Hang on tight, Jamy, this is going to be a bit of a squeeze!" The Doctor announced, grabbing hold of the console, as he looks over his shoulder at me. All I have is a railing to grab, so I hold onto it tightly. Once the Doctor sees I'm okay he looks forward and shouts. "Allons-y!" At the top of his lungs.

I try and think of something cool to say too, but all that comes out is: "Aw crap!" Then everything goes black.

-X-

The first thing I register when I wake up is pain. Not as much pain as one would think to have after crashing on the TARDIS. My back was stiff; the feeling of bruises here and there on my body, but other than that it was a dull ache at best.

The next thing I felt was a light breeze tickling my nose, I scrunched my face up at that. I had pain behind my eyes, and a throb coming from the back of my head. Really, had there been no breezes, I would have stayed asleep; I'd wait for the Doctor to tell me the coast was clear before getting up. But there aren't any breezes in the TARDIS, not even any vents or fans, the temperature was always kept perfect by the TARDIS' interface, you know, the part of the computer that monitors life support.

So I knew something wasn't right, that I wasn't in the TARDIS anymore. This hypothesis was confirmed when I felt sand underneath my hands. I grunted and groaned as my brows scrunched together in concentrated thought. So if I wasn't on the TARDIS where was I? The only way to figure that out was to open my eyes. 'Crap.' I sighed as I pushed myself up, hands down on the ground.

When I was finally sitting up I opened my eyes. At first everything was blurry, but the more I blinked the more everything became clear. Soon I could make out perfectly where I was, as I looked around, taken aback. I couldn't believe it! Of all the places to crash it had to be here!

I wiped off my hand and rubbed the bridge of my nose, feeling a frustration triggered migraine coming on. 'Really universe? Really? You hate me this much?' I glared at the sky therefore glaring at the universe. No matter what dimension I was in, it seemed every and any universe would hate me. My bad luck was multi-dimensional!

After cursing the universe in every language I could think of I stood up, brushing the sand off of myself. When I was fully back on my own two feet again I glared at what was right in front of me. A freaking Labyrinth! A huge maze that stretched nearly as far as I could see. It was to the T of the David Bowie movie The Labyrinth! I shook my head and took one long sigh.

"So, you're awake."

A voice sounded behind me and I jumped, skin crawling, as I whipped around to see in fact David Bowie! I sneered at him and his bedazzled outfit. Beware if you are a David Bowie fan, look away now, because I was about to be hysterical! Sure, David Bowie's music wasn't the worst, but he was a pretty scary looking dude to me, with a very evil sounding voice. The fact he was covered in sparkles all the time, well, he was strange, let's put it that way.

I look him straight in the eyes, trying to not be blinded by his outfit, and glared. "Yeah, and I have a feeling that I'm looking at the guy with the impossible remote controlled time anomaly." I hissed, putting my hands in my jean pockets, trying to look calm while I seethed.

David Bowie, well really if we're in Labyrinth then I guess he's Jareth. So, Jareth smiles, creepy smile, and walks closer to me, the whole time I keep taking one step back. "Smart girl." He states with so much arrogance he's ego's afloat like a balloon. "Yes, I brought you here." He admits, now playing with his strangely made white hair.

"Why?" I keep my eyes narrowed, body tensed, ready to run at any moment. I knew this guy, or the character anyway. I knew this maze, I remembered the movie well, being my best friend's favorite movie, and she loved to watch it almost daily.

"To give you a proposition." He's taunting me now, with a predator like stare, circling me as I can go no further or I'll fall off the hill. Which oddly, just suddenly turned into a cliff. 'Oh, joy.' I thought flatly. I had almost forgotten about the fact that this was his realm and he could manipulate it as he saw fit.

"What kind of proposition?" I ask, treading carefully, so very close to the cliff's edge. The tips of my black converses were knocking rocks over the side, and I was starting to sweat under scrutiny, seeing how far of a fall it was. I was still just human and here he was basically a God.

"You may live, I will give you the last chance you have to go home and live a peaceful existence. In exchange you must forget about the Doctor, leave him here, with me." Jareth offered his hand out to help bring me away from the cliff's edge. I swatted it away with a deep glare leveled on him.

"Screw you! I'll never forget the Doctor! And I'm sure as heck not leaving him here with you!" I shout and Jareth's gaze darkens considerably. The fact he said this would be my last chance to go home didn't even register in my brain, just the part about forgetting the Doctor did. I try and be clever, knowing that this guy was about to send me over the edge, literally. I try to think of something the Doctor would do, and then I think otherwise, I know Jareth, I should think of something on my own, like a good companion would. "How about a bet?" I ask calmly and Jareth raises a brow.

"You'd bet his life for yours?" He smirks, conniving, trying to confuse me.

I shake my head. "No, I'd bet my life for his. He's infinitely more important than I am and me getting home at the price of his life, that's a major no-go." I say confidently, sincere to the bone and at this Jareth grimaces.

But instead of flicking his wrist and sending me to my death he crosses his arms and listens. "What shall the bet be, Catalyst?"

I'm a little surprised he uses my name but then again he did use Sara's name all the time while she was here, I guess he doesn't like the name Jamy though. I have to take a deep breath and steady myself before I speak again. I was just about to put my life on the line after all. "The bet is that if I can get to the castle in the center of the maze in nine hours you let us both go. If I can't make it in nine hours then you can kill me in the Doctor's place." I anti-up, just like playing poker and giving all your chips to the opposing player, you got one chip left and you got to put it in the pot, only luck will deem if you win and if you get your chips back. Bad thing is, Lady Luck usually spits in my face and flips me off. I was truly on my own.

Jareth thinks, not looking at me but looking out at the maze beyond this hill. It stretches on for almost forever, until you see a tall tower like castle rising above it. I knew that maze, how many tricks and traps were in it, but I was smart, I could do it, I had too.

He rubs his chin then hums, looking back at me. "The bet is on then. I shall accept your terms," He pauses then and looks at me closely. "But beware, for you shall learn secrets, not about others, but about yourself while traversing the never ending Labyrinth of my kingdom." A clock appears over his shoulder suddenly, showing me the nine hours I have. "Your nine hours starts now child." He snaps his fingers and the cliff behind me disappears, turning back into a hill. I start walking away from him, only for him to stop me again. "Remember, if you cheat both you and the Time Lord will die!" And with that David Bowie disappears in a puff of smoke.

I scoff and roll my eyes. 'I really hate that guy.'

-X-

The walk to the front doors of the maze was short, and since I knew where the doors to the maze were already that was easy enough, finding out where the turns in the maze were though, now that was hard. Now I really felt like Sara, but instead of running down one long stretch I feel my way through, feeling of where openings were. Problem was I kept getting glitter all over my hands.

Everything inside the maze was covered in glitter! The walls, the trees, even the ground. 'Eesh!' "Must have been one heck of a Twilight vampire slaughter in here." I say, still trying to find the turns. I stop though, thinking. I turn and start running down the stretch again, formulating something in my head. The walls of the maze were brown, a stone color, made of brick, each wall identical to each other. There was a trick to it all, something the human eye couldn't see.

So I close my eyes, take a deep breath and turn right, 'cause no sane Whovian would dare turn left. When I don't smack into a wall I open my eyes and see that I had indeed found a turn using that method. "Yes!" I cheer, feeling proud of my discovery. So, due to my method working I keep it up, never once running into a wall, until I'm in a different part of the maze where the walls are made of patches and parts of stone, some walls higher than others, with steps here and there.

"I'm already making way more progress than Sara ever did." I state triumphantly as I cross my arms and keep walking, that is, until I realize I'm going in circles. "Crap!" I kick the same wall I've passed a hundred times, and I nearly break my toe, hopping back on one foot, I yelp.

While hopping back I hit something and I fall on top of it. While falling this thing also yelps. I land on top of it and it groans. Knowing of the monsters that lurk inside the maze I jump up, ignoring my previously hurt foot, and I try and look menacing. But as I see what or who it really is my eyes widen and I fumble to help him up.

"But…how….what?" My mouth is hanging open agape as he accepts my hand and I help him up. He stands and brushes himself off and I just stand there, star struck for the second time in my life.

"When you said we'd run into each other, Jammy, I didn't think you'd mean it literally. Well, then again, most of your warnings are cryptic, because as you say; butterfly effect and all that. You do know that's not a proper term right?" Shimmering amber brown eyes look up at me and he smiles. "Yes of course you do, you've been watching me all of your life."

"How do you-" I cut myself off and think for a second, staring at the Doctor's bow tie. Yes, you heard…-read that right! I said bow tie! The Eleventh Doctor himself was standing right in front of me, straitening his red bow tie. I stammer for a second before putting my blown brain back in my skull. "You know?"

Eleven nods. "Oh yes, yes I know. Although you do pick I very very bad time to tell me! But then again I already had suspicions. You always knew just what to do to stay out of trouble, or get yourself into more trouble as this event shows. Well," The Doctor rubs his hands together and smiles, looking at me warmly. "We better get going, what do we have, eight hours to save myself? Ah wait," The Doctor pauses and looks around quickly, as if he just lost something. "They were just behind me! Oh Ponds and getting lost in the worst places!" He shakes his head frantically. "So we have eight hours to find the Ponds, River if she's still around, and rescue myself, sound about right Jammy?" He asks me, smiling brightly, ready for adventure as usual.

I nod, and then pause, something finally hitting me. "Did you just call me Jammy? As in Jammy Dodgers?" I ask, arms crossed as I glare at him.

"Yes! Jammy Dodgers are brilliant!" Then the Doctor suddenly starts to pinch my cheek in an oddly affectionate manner. "Like you! You're brilliant like a Jammy Dodger!" He smiles at me and my frustration melts away. I can't stay angry at him, at all, and that just makes it worse.

"How long is this odd nickname thing gonna go on? And why'd you start it in the first place?" I ask and without saying a word the Doctor grabs my wrist and starts leading us through the maze. He looks around every once in a while, obviously trying to get back the way he came. It was a few minutes later before he answers.

"If I remember correctly, which no promises there, it's been what; twenty or so years? My memories' not as good as it used to be. But then again I am nine hundred years old, and I've traveled through time and space, saving planets, with this old Time Lord brain! Thank you very much! Wait, what was I saying?" The Doctor pauses in his steps, looking back at me, then the spark of thought lite and he made that 'O' with his mouth before turning around and walking again, my wrist still in his hand.

"I did it to make you not so tense; thought cute nicknames would make you feel more at home. I remember back on Nilon 7 that you were like a pole, so tense and trembly. Never had that problem with any of my other companions, so I thought the nicknames would make you feel better, and as I recall that worked, so I stuck with it, finding it very catchy! Then as Donna, Amy, Rory, River, and even Jack came into the picture they thought it was catchy too! And it sort of became a tradition on the TARDIS." He finally finished explaining, us having gone just that much further into the maze.

"Are you saying everyone who ever comes on the TARDIS gives me nicknames too?" I take my wrist from the Doctor and he turns to me, about to reply, before he's cut off.

"Cat!" Amy appeared out of nowhere and hugged me, just as I roll my eyes as I got my answer, launching herself past the Doctor to wrap her arms around me. I go rigid before realizing who it is and relaxing. Who would have thought Amy would like me so much? I'm a likable person sure, but I guess I just never thought about it before.

So I got my arms out from where they were pinned and hugged Amy back. "Hey, Amelia." I greet calmly as I see Rory come around the bend as well, to stand next to the Doctor.

"The Doctor said you were in trouble, but we just saw you, I still don't get time travel, I guess. But you just went off with River, something about a library." Amy states as she pulls back and I raise a brow then shift my gaze to the Doctor.

"Me and River do stuff?" I ask innocently, Amy giving me a confused look as the Doctor fidgets.

"No."

"Yes."

My eyes narrow as I go from looking at Amy to the Doctor. Amy said yes, the Doctor said no, something tells me someone has indeed been listening to my butterfly effect non-sense. I can't help but smirk at that fact and that I get to go do stuff with River. 'Awesome!'

"You don't know?" Amy asks, clearly lost.

"Amy, this Jammy hasn't met you yet. In her time line she's just met me! She doesn't know about any of what she's going to do yet." The way the Doctor explains this to Amy almost sounds as if he's warning her not to tell me something. This makes me insanely curious.

After the Doctor explains this Amy steps back, analyzing me. "But you still look exactly the s-" Before Amy can finish the Doctor has a hand over her mouth, looking at her intensely. The atmosphere has become very thick and I tilt my head in confusion and curiosity.

I shake my head and shrug, smiling. "I'll pretend I didn't hear anything, don't worry about it Doc, you're not the only one with bad memory." I try and help lift the heavy atmosphere and it seems to have worked as Eleven grins and lets Amy go. Amy turns to glare at the Doctor before twining her arms with Rory's. "But I guess if you guys know me," I motion to Amy and Rory. "Then Jareth was right, I can't ever get home again?" I don't ask it sadly, and in my mind it wasn't a question. To tell the truth I'm psyched! I get to continue traveling with the Doctor! I get to meet Donna, Jack, Sarah Jane, Rose, Handy, Jackie, Mickey, Martha, Amy, Rory, River, and whoever comes after that! My life's gonna become an adventure! This is only just the beginning!

The Doctor doesn't say anything, he just looks away glumly. I don't want him to be sad, 'cause I'm not sad, so I run up to him and plant a kiss on his cheek, like what my dad used to do. He looks down at me confused. "I guess I'll just have to get a new home, yeah? TARDIS sounds like a lovely place to live to me, what do you think?" I smile broadly at him, and my smile seems to be infectious 'cause he smiles too.

Even Amy and Rory smile.

"Sounds like a brilliant place." Eleven agrees, poking my nose. We share a second of smiling before the Doctor's taking my wrist again. "Right! Time to rescue me! Got everything I need, two Ponds and a Jammy Dodger!" I roll my eyes but he continues anyway. "You grab Amelia's wrist." He indicates to me and I do so, smiling at Amy. "Amy you grab Rory's wrist." When she does the Doctor turns and starts leading us. "Now no one let go, otherwise we'll get separated and this Jareth fellow really doesn't like to play fair or give back stolen toys. Now; Gernimo!"

And in that instance I still had nothing cool to say.

-X-

End Note: There! That was better! So, what do you guys think? I thought it would be more interesting if Jamy constantly keeps running into different regenerations of the Doctor, not just ten or eleven either. But which other ones are a secret! ^_^

So, I wonder what Jareth was talking about? Secrets indeed! I hope Jamy will be okay. Well, if you know me then you know how I write, then you know she's never going to be okay! XD

I don't know when I'll get the next chapter out, but the more reviews the faster it'll be! But I'm going to be very busy all next week, so I'll try to get as much done as I can.

There are still openings for other characters weather OC or self-insert, you're still invited to join the fun!

After I'm done with the Labyrinth I was thinking of going straight to "Partners in Crime" but if anybody makes a request then that'll come first.

Also what do you guys think Jamy's catchphrase should be? As you can see she's trying to think of one and I'm open to suggestions!