I'm trying to work on my writing skills. This is sort of a remake of one of my other fanfictions 'Alice Who'. Tell me if you like it or what you hate about it. :D

Don't own DW, But I do own Alice. Yay!

Harsh wind is whipping at my short black hair, blowing it back as I run. My red converse rhythmically hitting the dirty, slightly sticky pavements of the back ally I turned into not twenty seconds before. I come to a sudden halt and pant loudly into the cool night air, trying to catch my breath as I take in my surroundings.

This is not how today was supposed to go; Not how I imagined it would. Not in my wildest dreams.

Standing up straighter and choking slightly on the cold air, I struggle to listen for the footfall of my pursuer. I think I might have lost him awhile ago, way back behind a 7-11 or some other Mini Market. You know what they say, Better to be safe then sorry.

Looking up into the cloudless night sky, lit only by a full moon and a scatter of bright shining stars, I take a deep breath and sigh. Then I grimace and spend the next few seconds gagging as I take in the pungent smell of the ally I had not noticed on the way in.

Turning and walking back out the way I came in I wonder If He's still looking for me, or if he's given up. I frown. wishful thinking. He's probably tracking me right now. Probably has some weird Alien tech from some far away planet to help pin me down, or a super advanced person tracking device thingy from the year 3020 or some shit.

I shrug to myself as I pat down my pockets and find what I'm looking for in the front left. Stopping and leaning my back on the brick wall of the back ally, I quickly light my cigarette and pocket my lighter. Taking a deep, slow drag and blowing the smoke out through my nose.

"Smoking's no good for you, ya'kno?"

I start slightly as I hear his northern accent coming from the left of me. He must have noticed my reaction because the next thing I hear is his deep chuckle.

Turning my head to my left slightly, keeping my face curtained by my hair as I take in his relaxed posture in the glow of the street lamp. Leaning against the wall next to me; Legs crossed, Leather cladded arms folded against his chest, Lips curled into a smirk as Ice blue eyes swimming with amusement meet my own.

Jerking my head down to stare at the ground as soon as I find out he has noticed me 'Checking him out'. I feel a warm blush creep over my cheeks as I take another drag, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

I cough awkwardly after a minute of dead silence, wanting so badly to look over at him again but also wanting equally as badly to not be caught looking over at him. again.

"See?" He murmurs, "You're already coughing up a lung." He says jokingly, Trying to lighten the mood.

I sigh and flick my cigarette into the middle of the empty pavement, Wanting to get this over with already. Rolling from my back to lean on my left arm I face him, using my other hand to brush my bangs from out of my eyes and behind my ear as I glare at him.

"You chased me." I straight out accused him. rightly, of course.

"I think it was more like 'Fallowed,' don't you?" He grinned down at me.

I frowned "Yeah, uhm, no. It was definitely 'Chase'. I ran, you chased m-"

"Fallowed" He murmured.

I glared harder at him. His grin widens. The Bastard. And then his ice blue eyes harden a bit, becoming just a bit darker. Guess its time to get down to business then. He turns and leans on his right side to facing me. Jesus, is this guy bi-polar or some shit?

"Why DID you run?" He asked stiffly, curiously.

"You were goin to blow up the place! I wasn't about to stick around and wait to be exploded, thank you very much!" I folded my hands acrossed my chest, mirroring him.

"The moment we locked eyes back in that basement, you just turn and ran." He said, confused.

"Yeah." I said, dragging the word out. The 'Duh' implied.

He glared. "Why?"

"Like I said! you were about to blow the place to shit! I didn't wa-"

"How?" He said.

I looked at him with confusion. "Erm, 'How' what?"

"How did you know I was about to blow up Henrik's?" He said, deathly calm. Scaring me more than if he would have yelled the question at me. I shivered, and not from the sudden gust of wind, causing my hair to blow forward slightly. shit. I've never been good at thinking fast on my feet.

A person from this universe wouldn't have known what he was about to do in there. A person from this universe wouldn't have spotted him and practically shouted his name, then ran off when he spun around and started to stalk towards them. No fucking wonder he chase- 'Fallowed' Me. I rolled my eyes.

"Well?" He demanded.

Shit. uh, "You had, erm, you where carrying a bomb?" I tried.

He looked at me doubtfully, but seemed to accept it. "How'd you know it was an explosive? seen many of them before?"

"Erm, sure?" I lied. We stared at each other for a moment, then he grinned.

"Ok." he said brightly.

"Kay." I sighed in relief.

"I get it now," He murmurs, smiling. looking straight into my eyes. "Crazy guy, walks into your place of work with an explosive, of course you're gunna run the other direction."

"Course." I agree, smiling and nodding my head while trying to hide my confusion. My place of work? huh, guess he made up his own theory on why I was down there. good thing, cos I got nothing.

"But, one thing I don't get?" He murmurs, frowning.

I scrunch my nose up in thought, What did I forget? "An' that is..?"

"How'd you know my name?" He murmured.

Shit. I look down at my shoes. I cant think of a way out of this. Maybe play innocent? 'I don't know what you mean?' No. he's to smart for that.

I look up into his now steely eyes. Well, like Kenzie always says, 'Better somethin' then nothin'.

"What is your name?" I ask, feigning innocence.

"You should know, you said it, down in that basement." He said lowly.

"Erm, I only said one persons name while I was down there. My phone rang and um...I was sick last week... haha.. yeah so my Doc called to check up.."

As I suspected, He wasn't buying it. And by the look of him, he wasn't amused ether. Cue the nervous laughter. Guess there's no chance I could convince him he might have heard me wrong...

"What's his name?" He asked suspiciously.

"Ah, who's?" I feel my left eye twitch as I try to buy more time to think.

He sighs heavily and keeps eye contact. "Your Doctors. I assume if you know each other well enough for him to be callin' you at work to make sure you're ok, then you'll know each others name. So what is it?"

Fuck...

"His name is Dr. James Jones." I lied smoothly, looking him in the eyes. Hoping to make him doubt what he thinks he knows about this whole situation, about me. Cheesus Crust, what's with the Twenty questions anyway? I did NOT prepare for this test...And I'm getting slightly sick of it.

He pushed of the wall and stalked closer to me. "Who are you?" He asked darkly. "How do you know who I am?" by now he's right in front of me, so close I can feel his breathing, heavy with anger.

I meet his glare with one of my own, sick of all the anger, confusion and lies that even I don't know the truth to, even though I'm the one coming up with them.

"I'm nobody," I murmur, "I'm just a lost girl trying to find her way home, trying to make sense of what's going on, cos right now? I'm alone and so very confused. And even though its hard to admit, yeah a bit scared. Scared I wont ever see my friends again, That they'll never know what happened to me, Scared that I'll never even know what's happening to me."

"...And what's happening to you?" He asks, seeming confused and genuinely concerned for the moment.

I turn away and slide my back down the wall, sitting on the dirty ground with my knees bent and my head in my hands. "I don't even fucking know." I sigh.