A/N: Had an idea and had to write it down. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 1

Elara hated her job; as a child she'd dreamed of working in a clothes shop, getting to work on tills and help people pick out new clothes. But in reality, it was beyond boring. She'd took the job when she'd left school as a way to get a bit of money and was so excited to have her first job. She'd felt like she was finally an adult. Now, three years later she hated the idea of work.

But today, she had a good feeling about work. She'd awoken before her alarm, skipped down to the kitchen and smiled cheerfully to her mother. Sharon watched her unusually cheerful daughter as she bounced around the kitchen; never on a weekend was she so happy to go to work.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked as her daughter went about making a cup of coffee.

"I have a good feeling about today. Something epic is going to happen, I can feel it."

Sharon gazed curiously at her daughter; Elara had always been intuitive, even as a toddler she'd been unusually instinctual. Ever since Elara had adopted her, the bubbly bouncy four month old, Sharon had notice things about Elara that wasn't exactly normal.

The first indicator was how advanced she had been. At nine months old, Elara was walking and talking when other babies had months until they even crawled. The second was that her daughter never got ill; nineteen years later Elara had yet to suffer from the common cold.

Third was her amazing intelligence, it had occurred to Sharon that maybe she should have Elara IQ tested, she was so intelligent. She'd passed every test she'd been handed, advancing beyond her years. Fourth was how much older Elara was, mentally, compared to other kids her age. She had already planned what she wanted to do when she grew up by the age of five and was dedicated to becoming a primary school teacher ever since.

Sharon was in awe of her daughter but sometimes she did wonder about her. When she started the adoption process for Elara, she had been told that Elara had been found by a good Samaritan in the middle of a field in a farming part of Kent. The only identification she had was a delicate gold chair with the name 'Elara' hanging from her neck. They had no idea how she'd gotten there and had rushed her to the hospital in fear she'd had hypothermia. Once she'd been examined and test had been done, the doctors had discovered alarming differences between Elara and a normal human being. Sharon however did not care; she didn't even ask what they had discovered, she'd never needed to as Elara had never been ill.

When she'd found out she was unable to have children, the one thing she'd wanted the most, she had been devastated. And then, Elara came into her life and she could have been an alien and Sharon wouldn't have cared, she'd just wanted a child. Which was why she'd never pursued the mystery of the doctor's discovery.

As Elara grew older, Sharon grew more and more unsure whether she was correct in keeping her 'suspected' differences from her daughter. When Elara was younger she had decided it was the correct thing to do; she didn't want her bubbly daughter to feel like an alien or be scared of how others would preserve her differences. Sharon didn't want her daughter to be in fear of being herself. She'd felt she was protecting her daughter. Her husband, Joshua, had been as equally disregarding as Sharon had but disagreed with her about keeping it a secret for so long. He'd felt that at sixteen she'd had the right to know.

Sharon however dreaded the day questions were asked.

Elara skipped into work, smiling widely at her manager who'd opened the door for her. She continued smiling throughout the day, grinning and cheerily greeting all customers that came her way. When Elara returned from her break she found the staff in a gossiping flurry. It was a usual quiet day in the small retail shop so she didn't expect something too big to have happened

"What's going on?" she asked Claire, one of her colleagues. Claire became animated, hands flying around as she spoke excitedly.

"Have you seen who's walked in? It's Amy Pond!"

"The model?" Elara asked, her eyes scanning the shop floor.

"Duh! I'm going to see if she wants some help, you know like a personal shopper. Maybe she'd hire me." Elara rolled her eyes.

In Elara's opinion, Amy Pond was just like another person who happens to have a high paying job that puts her in the public eye. She bet even Amy Pond wasn't fond of the attention, after all she grew up in a small town in the north.

Claire came running back, a defeated look on her face.

"She said she was fine. She had her husband with her and some other man, probably her agent." Again Elara rolled her eyes at Claire. Time Past and before she knew it, Claire was flapping excitedly as Amy Pond headed towards the till bank.

Claire made her way towards the till excitedly, only to be pulled back by the manager, who raised an eyebrow at Claire and sighed.

"I'm sorry Claire but I think you are too excited to serve this particular customer. Elara, you seem to be keeping your cool, you serve." Claire stamped her foot and began to sulk like a child as Elara made her way to the first till.

The two men accompanying Amy were loaded with clothing, moaning to each other about being 'pack mules'. Elara couldn't help but giggle at their complaining, finding it highly amusing how Amy carried on, leaving the men to carry her items with a large smile on her face. It was obvious she was enjoying herself.

"You know Pond, I agreed to take you shopping because you kept complaining but Satan nine is waiting, we don't have long or we'll miss it." The man with the dark hair grumbled. Elara's gaze was drawn to the man; she found him attractive but that wasn't what drew her to him. There was something different about him, she could just feel it.

"Hey, you don't hear Rory complaining." Amy fired back.

"That's because he's your husband, he knows better." Rory stared at the man with wide eyes.

"Don't involve me in this!" Rory exclaimed. Amy chuckled at her husband's reaction as she took handfuls of clothing from the men and placed them on a till point.

"He's only complaining because he wants to play with his motor." Amy said to Rory over her shoulder. She leant over the till towards me and stage whispered "He's adamant he ain't like normal blokes but he so is." Elara chuckled as she continued to scan Amy's items and place them in the bag.

"Don't complain to me, I'll drop you off in Leadworth if it bothers you so much. I'm sure I wouldn't have any trouble finding someone to travel with me." Amy spun to face her friend with horror on her face. His eyes glowed with amusement at her expression.

"I'm not complaining! Besides Doctor, who else'll want to travel with a mad man like you. " Amy glared at him before turning back to face me.

"You're a doctor?" I asked as a way to change the subject. The man locked eyes with me and watched me curiously.

"No. But people call me The Doctor." Weird, Elara thought. 'The Doctor' continued to gaze at her, his eyes flashing to her name tag.

"That's an unusual name, Elara." She nodded and looked up at him. She gazed at the Doctor's eyes and was shocked what she found there; for someone so young his eyes where that of someone so old. This 'Doctor' what seen a lot.

"I was adopted, and was found in a field with my name on a necklace." Amy gasped, Rory and The Doctor's mouth fell open in shock.

"Were you okay?" Rory asked after he'd gotten over the shock.

"I was a baby but Mum tells me I was fine. I'm over it."

Elara's Mum had told her she had been adopted from the age of fourteen; she'd had a class project about autobiographies and had to take in her birth certificate. Sharon however didn't have a proper birth certificate for Elara as there was no record of Elara being born. Sharon and Joshua had sat Elara down and had explained, briefly, about how she'd been found. Elara however couldn't have cared less if she'd been found in a bin bag, she had the best parents any orphan could want.

"Didn't anyone think that was weird?" The Doctor asked, curiosity peaked.

"Well I guess. Never thought about it really." Elara replied honestly.

"Did you know you're named after a moon?" The Doctor asked, his curiosity growing. He had only met her less than five minutes ago, but already Elara had captured his curiosity. Of course he'd also found her very pleasing on the eye but the time lord in him told him something wasn't quite as it seemed about Elara.

She'd been found in a field as a baby and no-one, not even herself, questioned it. The doctor couldn't wait to get back to the TARDIS and do a bit of digging. Her name was a little warning bell for The Doctor; not many humans knew the name of the eighth largest moon of Jupiter. Not many humans knew that Jupiter has more than one moon.

"Really? No I didn't." Elara exclaimed, her interest peaked. She loved to learn something new; her brain was like a sponge that couldn't stop sucking up information, it was never happy.

"Yes, it's a Jupiter's prograde irregular satellites of Jupiter." The Doctor informed her, ecstatic that she'd seemed to be pleased with the knowledge.

"I bet you have a PhD in Space and Planetary sciences and that's why you're called Doctor and know so much about space." Elara guessed, she thought it was now an easy connection to make once you knew more about 'The Doctor'.

"You are correct. You're too clever to work in a retails shop." The Doctor complimented, his curiosity increasing. Who was this girl? He thought as he watched her.

"I read a lot." Elara replied, her cheeks staining red at the compliment.

"Okay, if you've finished flirting Doctor, I'm ready to go." Amy said, her eyes glowing with mirth as her haze flew from me to the Doctor and back. The Doctor glared at Amy; why did she always have to assume he was flirting, he thought, he couldn't help it if he was naturally charming.

"I was not flirting, I was having a casual conversation with someone I had just met." The Doctor felt his cheeks burn. He had to admit, even to himself, he could help but be in awe of Elara's beauty and that it contributed to his growing curiosity in her but nothing would come about it. He'd probably never see her again. Unless he digs up something alarming or interesting about Elara back at the TARDIS.

"I hope you have a nice day, it was nice to meet you." Elara said cheerfully as Amy collected her bags and shared them equally between her husband and the Doctor.

"And you Elara." The doctor replied as he made his way towards the exit.

"Thanks." Amy said as she linked arms with her husband and followed after the Doctor. He couldn't resist a glance back, just to check that the mystery of Elara actually existed. He smiled broadly at her before turning and finally leaving the store.

"What were they like?" Claire practically squealed as she bounced towards Elara and just like that, Elara's good day went downhill. Claire was like a pinball with a bone and Elara knew she would not shake of Claire and her questions for the rest of the day, a week at the most.

She couldn't wait for home time.

"Can you believe there is nothing on this Elara girl anywhere? She doesn't even have a birth certificate. Something is not right, I knew it, I could feel it. The only thing I found was an old newspaper report about her being found in that field and a plea for her parents to come forward. Apart from a few school records and a bank account, this Elara Daniels doesn't exist."

The Doctor continued to stare at the screen before him. It didn't make sense to him. Maybe she was an alien or maybe she was just one of those unfortunate humans, but there was something in the Doctor that told him that he could not let this go. And he was very rarely wrong.

"Maybe her birth certificate got lost or she just wasn't registered. Her parents obviously didn't want her so the latter is probably the most likely." Amy said, trying to ease the Doctor's obvious frustration.

"Maybe." The Doctor said, however he didn't agree. He needed to get to know more about this 'Elara'.