Hello everyone! So here's a little more details on my new story:
Forget everything you know about New Who! This is a complete AU, if Eleven was the one who just got out of the Time War, and his first companions were Amy and Rory, so he doesn't know Rose yet.
The chapters will probably all be of this length, and I'm a terrible updater so sorry for the waiting in advance, River Song isn't here, maybe I'll make her come in later, I don't know yet as well.
There is a bigger plot, there'll be hints in all the next chapters.
I'll rewrite some of the episodes of the Ninth and Tenth Doctor we know (with a lot of changes), and I'll invent some stories myself.
English isn't my native language, so if you see any mistakes please do inform me!
Pairings: Eleven/Rose, Amy/Rory.
Enjoy!

Rose Part.1

The first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all. And I am not exaggerating when I say nothing. My dad died when I was still a baby, so I didn't get to know him. My mum had to take two jobs to pay the rent of the flat and my studies. But I didn't go far in this field, I didn't get my A-levels. I was terribly stupid back then; because I dropped off school on the words of a boy -Jimmy Stone he was- but it didn't go as perfectly well as he told me it would. In the end I left him, with a good punch in the nose, mind you. And then life started to be a routine. I'd wake up at 7:30 in the morning, have a quick breakfast, go to work, eat lunch with my boyfriend Mickey, come back home, have dinner and sleep. And it was back to square zero the day after. And after.

Life was boring, extremely boring. I knew in my heart that it was not the kind of life made for me. I wanted to explore, to see new things, have new experiences. But I was stuck in that shop all day long. There were times when I was tired, and I wouldn't even care if I had died. These were low times that I'm not proud of.

Then I met a man called the Doctor. He showed me the stars and the wonders of the universe. He showed me a better way of living my life. I could stand up, I could say no, and not let things happen. This is when I gripped life as tightly as I could, I couldn't let go of this life, it was amazing. But things don't always go as planned with the Doctor.

This is the story of how my life changed. And this is the story of how I died.

But let's start with the beginning, shall we? It starts a long time ago, when I wasn't involved yet.

"Come along, Ponds!"

A man with brown hair falling before his eyes, in tweed jacket and a bow tie exclaimed with joy as he ran back to his time and space machine. The TARDIS, it was called. It looked like a big blue telephone box, the kind you'd find in England in the 70's. But on the inside, it was so much more. To be blunt, and to use the Doctor's favourite expression, it was bigger on the inside. It was, in truth, another dimension. It was alien. He was an alien.

The Doctor, the man with the bow tie, opened the door of the TARDIS and let his companions enter as a horde of aliens followed them. He was a Time Lord, the last of his kind. But he wasn't alone, he had his companions, Amy Pond and Rory Williams (or rather Amy Williams, but you'd never hear the Doctor say that). They had been following him on adventures for a few months already, and what a life! They had met the Prisoner Zero, the Saturnynes, a Karfayis, a Star Whale, Plasmavores, the Silurians, and a lot more. They had visited the past, the future and other planets. They had been nearly killed multiple times, but that hadn't stopped them from traveling with the Doctor. Well, if Rory had been the one making decisions, maybe he'd have stopped. But he would follow his wife everywhere.

The Time Lords had been at war against another race of aliens, the Daleks. Nasty ones. They'd kill everything that wasn't Dalek. During the war, planets and civilisations have been destroyed, yet some planets hadn't heard any echo of it. Good for humans. This terrible war was the Time War, the most destructive you'll ever hear about. The Doctor had to make a choice, and decided to lock his own planet, Gallifrey, in a Time Lock, for the safety of all the other planets. Nobody could get out, nobody could get in. And in the end he had won the war, at a terrible cost.

Time Lords can regenerate, it's their way of cheating death. And that night, when the Time War was finally over, the Doctor regenerated in his eleventh incarnation. But it didn't go well, the energy of the regereneration exploded in the TARDIS, making the time machine crash somewhere on Earth. It turned out to be Leadworth, in England. It also turned out to be little Amy's garden. She had been seven years old back then. And when the Doctor had to try out his new TARDIS after the reparations, he came back to her twelve years later. She was then nineteen, and he had taken her to travel with she wasn't leaving without her boyfriend, Rory, who some time during their adventures became her husband.

So that's where they were now, back to the TARDIS, safe from running from aliens.

"Frankly Doctor, your driving skills need some improving!" Amy said, leaning against the captain chair in the console room. She was regaining her breath, just like the other two passengers. "Landing right in the only sacred temple of the planet! Golden star."

The Doctor was already running around the console, starting the dematerialisation sequence of the TARDIS. He had a respiratory bypass after all, along with two hearts, so he had oxygen back in his system quicker than the others. "Come on, Pond, what's an adventure without a bit of running!"

"Still an adventure of some sorts," Rory came up next to Amy and gave her a smile as she rolled her eyes but took his hand.

The Doctor looked at them from behind the rotor and frowned. "Killjoy."

"Aw Doctor, you can't deny that sometimes it's nice not to run, right?" Amy let go of Rory's hand and leaned on the console, grinning. She loved teasing her raggedy man. Rory followed her anyway, observing the Doctor tinkering on the console.

They didn't know he had other reasons to run. Running from his memories had been his speciality since the Time War, and running was what he did best. Besides, he had never been able to stand still. Even in his early years, the Doctor had dreamt of traveling in the universe and see new things. So when he had had the opportunity, he didn't waste a second to steal a TARDIS and fly away with it. So he just replied with a 'hmph'.

The companions exchanged a look before Rory spoke up. "Could you land us somewhere without trouble Doctor? Like a vacation or something." Amy nodded in agreement.

"Really?" The Doctor looked up from the console and made a face.

"Yes, come on Doctor, there must be some nice place somewhere," Amy continued.

The Doctor looked at his companions, and under both their stares, he threw his arms in the air with a sigh. "Alright, if you want to stay still!" He started running around the console once again while Amy and Rory shared a grin.

However, things don't always go as planned with the Doctor, and neither he or his companions should have been surprised with the events following.

The TARDIS suddenly flung herself forward in the Time Vortex, her passengers falling on the floor with the brutal changement; it was one of their bumpiest rides. The Doctor pulled himself up, while his companions gripped each other for dear life, screaming. He made his way around the console to look at the screen that usually indicates their coordinates. But this time, a message in red was written on it:
DOCTOR – THIS ONE:
No. 79a Aickman Road
-xx

Rose Tyler was a young, ordinary girl from London. She was blond, her shoulder-length hair was softly ruffled by the wind, she had gorgeous red lips, a strong jaw and kind brown eyes. She was currently sipping tea on a bench in a park.

She lived in London, with her mum, and worked in a shop. However, today she was in Essex, Colchester, because one of her friends, Shareen, needed help. She was moving in with her boyfriend, and Rose agreed to help her move her things. Beside, that'd allow her to move from the Powell Estate, where she had lived all her life. She looked around her with a smile. She really wanted to see the world.

Her train of thoughts was cut short when she heard a strange noise from behind her. She turned around and frowned when she saw a man laying on the ground. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie, which was a bit strange, she thought. But she couldn't imagine him wearing anything else for some reason. She heard him shout names at thin air and raised a brow in confusion.

"You alright there, mate?" she asked the man who was now standing up, brushing his jacket.

He turned around, and their eyes locked.

So how was it?
I'm currently writing the second part, so you shouldn't have to wait long!
Thanks for reading!