Author's Note: Ohhhhkay. So readers, followers, hello! Here's the deal: this is a Doctor Who fanfic. I realize some (most) of my followers are all about that TVD and I'm totally down with that. Just, you know, watched all of Doctor Who, became obsessed, and now I'm realizing that I'm not finding a lot of good Eleventh Doctor fics out there. So, figured I'd give it a shot.

To those who've never watched/heard of the show… I suggest you go watch it, because it's amazing and I'm so glad I found it's wonderful fandom! The show is available on Netflix and I'm sure you can find it somewhere online.

(Let me warn you: the first episode of season 1 is a little odd, but I swear if you just stick through it, you'll find yourself fascinated by the awesomeness of it! Happy watching if you decide to give it a go!)

To those of you who are familiar with the show… Hope you enjoy my try at Eleven (:

**I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!** Well besides Eve. She's mine! :)

"And like always, he saved the day." Daddy finishes his story like he always does, then pulls me into a tight hug and kisses the top of my head.

"The Doctor and Angel always saves the day, daddy." I tell him and with a giggle. Every night, my dad tells me stories of the Doctor. Sometimes his friend, Angel is there to help him. But no matter what he always saves the world from the mean aliens. My dad says that the Doctor is an alien, too, but a good one from the planet Gallifrey. And the Doctor is always seen with a blue police box that flies him to different places. The only thing I love more the stories of the Doctor, are my dad and my mommy.

"That's right, baby girl. Angel and the Doctor never disappoint. Now, I'm gonna tuck you in. Your mom and I are going to be leaving soon. Grandma will be here until we get back home."

"Do you have to go, daddy? Can't you tell me another story?" Dad and Mom were going to a dance tonight for their work. I hated being alone with Grandma. She smelled funny.

"Eve, sweetie, I wish I could. But I've got work tonight. We'll be home soon, I promise." He kissed the top of my head and that's when my mom came in and did the same.

"Good night, my angel." My mom gave me a sweet smile and then they both walked out of my room turning my night-light on then closing the door.

And that was the last time I ever saw my parents.

"Eve! Wake up!"

I groaned a response to my very loud roommate, Sarah. This was a morning routine for us. I liked to sleep in to at least eleven and she was always up before me, bustling around our apartment—breakfast made and ready for class.

My dream from last night was still rolling around in my head. It was the same dream I've been having for the past few months. Of the mad man in a blue box, traveling the galaxy. Except I was with him, almost like a… traveling companion. The dream always began with me outside of his box.

The Doctor was leaning in the doorway.

"So, are you coming along or what?" He was dressed in tweed and a red bow tie. I don't really know why my mind conjured up this person as my Doctor. To be honest, I've never seen this man before in my life. But ever since a few months ago, the Doctor had an actual face and specific clothes and, oddly enough, a British accent. Don't ask me how or why. This was just my mind's imagination.

"Coming along? With you? In your tiny little box?" Fear and curiosity danced in my heart. This man and box was familiar to me, thanks to my dad's stories when I was younger.

The Doctor smirked. "Believe me, Eve. We'll fit."

"I know about you, Doctor. I've been told stories about you since I was little."

"I know."

"How exactly do you know?" I squinted my eyes at this man whom I feel like I've known my whole life.

"Because I told your father those stories. My future self did... or is it will? I'm not really sure how that works right now, but eventually, I tell him stories about me because of you." His green eyes twinkle despite the fact that it's dark in my dream and it's very hard to see.

"Because of me? You tell my dad stories of you because of me? Why? I'm so confused…" I know this is a dream. But part of me believes it's real, very real. Or kind of real. I do know that I'm physically in a bed and my mind is making this up. Right?

"I tell him stories, Eve, of our adventures. Of you traveling with me. And he tells you because I told him to." He steps towards me and I immediately doubt that this is a dream. The air around me changed as he came near me, like the air somehow recharged itself. I don't know but I was starting to think I was going crazy.

"This is a dream. This is a dream and I'm in my bed and you, Doctor, you are not real." I want to move away from him, but my feet are rooted to the spot. I'm not going anywhere.

He moves closer still, but I'm suddenly not afraid. When he cups my face in between his hands I actually lean into the touch. "Don't be frightened, my Angel. You are right, this is a dream. I just wanted—needed you to be ready for me, alright? Think of this as a warning. I'm coming—soon. And I need you to know me." He leans in and kisses the top of my head, like my father did when I was a child. Then he lets go of my face, straightens his tie, and walks back to the doorway of this blue box.

"So are you coming along or what?"

That last part was new. Where he kisses my head and tells me about the "warning," that usually doesn't happen. But it did. And it scared me just a little. It almost… changes things.

"Eve! Are you awake? Jesus, I swear, you could sleep your whole day away and still be okay to sleep just a little bit more." Sarah comes crashing into my room picking up my clothes that littered my floor and then threw them in the direction of my hamper.

She was always doing things like that. Cleaning and worrying over me, kind of like a mother I didn't have. We've been best friends since high school and she hasn't changed since. Always fussing about like a mother hen, never tiring, never stopping.

"Sarah, you don't have to pick up after me. I'm an adult. I can do it all by myself." I push myself into a sitting position on the bed, crossing my arms and willing her to stop.

"Yeah, well, apparently not." She tosses the last remaining clothes into my hamper and then, after giving me a pointed look, she walks out of my room. "Your class starts in an hour, lazy." She calls, not giving up the fight. I groan again, fighting back a curse. My eyelids threaten to fall back down, but then the smell of coffee feels my senses.

Sarah places a cup in front of my nose. "Drink." She commands. "You won't get up until you do." She knows me all too well. I gratefully take the warm mug from her hands and take a sip.

"Mmmm. You are seriously the best." The coffee is already sugared and creamed up all to my liking. She knows me too well.

She just shakes her head at me with a grin, and then walks out of my room again. "I know."

Taking another gulp, I finally manage to get my butt out of bed. Man, that dream was still replaying over and over again in my head. It was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, too, though. Almost like it was erasing itself from my memory. I didn't know if I was thankful or sad. I wanted to remember what the Doctor told me but by the time I finished my coffee and got dressed all I could recall from the dream was: "This is a warning."

What was the warning? What could he possibly be warning me about? Why was I going over it like it was real? It was only a dream. A dream that I've had for the past few months that wouldn't leave me alone. Why couldn't I just dream of Channing Tatum or something more tangible than the Doctor? He was just a story that my dad told me to get me to go to bed at night. Nothing more.

But as I went through my morning routine, I was constantly stopping and sniffing the air. Something was off. I could feel the difference in the way the air moved across my skin. It was giving me the same feeling I felt in my dream. Like recharged particles.

Something was coming. And I had an odd sense that I knew exactly who it was.

I lugged myself out of my math class, dream mostly forgotten and the feeling from earlier gone… well, mostly. Either I was still feeling weird after my dream or I was going crazy.

I really hope I wasn't going crazy.

Things were moving in slow motion while I walked to my favorite sandwich shop. I needed food and I felt like my body was still in sleep mode. I needed a good turkey and bacon sandwich and possibly more coffee. Yeah… definitely more coffee.

"Hey, Eve!" Turning around after paying for my meal, I saw Devin, this guy from my English Composition class waving his hand at me. I walked over and he offered me a seat.

"Thanks, dude. How's it going?" I sat down and took a huge sip of my Dr. Pepper (my fav).

"Not too shabby. Have you started that creative writing essay, yet?" And we settle down talking about our classes and eating our sandwiches in a nice friendly manner. Devin's cool, a little weird, but nothings wrong with weird.

And then he starts talking about The Big Bang Theory and he won't shut up. "So Sheldon says, 'Don't you think if I was wrong—'"

That's when it happens. A loud boom reverberates around the sandwich shop, making my empty sandwich tray fall to the ground. Thankfully I was holding onto my Dr. Pepper.

"What the hell?" I stand up and rush outside. Probably shouldn't have, but I had to see. I had to know what was going on.

Rushing outside, I gasp immediately and drop my cup on the concrete. What I was seeing was impossible, wrong, totally irrevocably… awesome.

A huge… spaceship was covering the blue sky. It was triangular shaped made with some gray metal. There were red lights dotting the ship and everyone on the street was staring up at the huge tank of impossible. People were out of their cars, taxis stopped on the spot to gaze up at the actual spaceship replacing the sky.

I heard sirens coming from right beside me and jumped closer to a building. My heart was beating too fast and my mind was whirling. Was what I was seeing real? Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I looked up again, and sure enough there it was. The triangular-ship hovered above the huge buildings, making the city feel smaller than it was.

"Ahh! Move, sorry! Yeah, get away from it you stupid people! Does it look like a nice ship? No! Get away!" I whipped my head around and saw a man in tweed and a bow tie coming towards me. My eyes widen as I took in the sight of the familiar man running wildly down the street. This couldn't be. This was more impossible than the space ship in the sky.

It was the Doctor. THE Doctor. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, with my wide-open mouth and eyes bulging. He ran right past me and I felt it. The charged air around me. It was him. Really him.

"Doctor?" I said it, or shouted it. I couldn't really tell, but I know he heard me because he skidded to a stop and gave me a questioning look.

"How, in all the universe, do you know my name?" He was close again, and I swear I couldn't breathe.

Before I could answer, another loud boom shook the city. We steadied each other and then looked up at the ship.

"Doctor?" Terrified, I grasped his forearms. He looked me up and down, still confused as to how I knew him. When we locked eyes again, I knew immediately that I trusted him. I trusted this man with my life.

He shook his head like he was conversing with himself. "Well, oh, alright. Come along." I was struck with how very alike he sounded from my dream. The Doctor grabbed my hand just as a scared young man came sprinting out of the sandwich shop, looking from me to the sky then back again.

"Eve?" I twisted my body around halting the Doctor once more, feeling a sense of protectiveness over my friend.

"Devin. Go home. Get away from here. It isn't safe. Get everyone you can away from here." I was about to start running again, but I had to get one more person safe. "Call Sarah. Tell her to stay home. Don't come looking for me." I glanced at the Doctor who was looking sympathetic but very impatient. "Tell her I'm safe."

Devin nodded, numbly, but kept looking up at the strange object in the sky.

"Go!" I shouted and he snapped out of it, running in the opposite direction. The Doctor tugged on my hand, pulling me away and towards the big, intimidating ship. I really hope Devin called Sarah. She needed to be safe.

"Come on!" I had no idea where we were going, what the plan was, or what I could possibly do to help. But I knew that I would do whatever I could.

We ran faster and faster until we were right underneath the heart of the ship. And then without warning, he jerked me into a street alley, jumping over discarded trash and boxes. The smell of sewage seeped into my nostrils, making me breathe through my mouth.

"Where are we going?" I had a feeling I knew, but I was still getting my mind wrapped around what my heart was trying to convince me of.

"The TARDIS." The Doctor stated simply and then we veered off to the right. At the end of the alley way was a big, blue box. The Doctor let go of my hand and reached for a key in his jacket pocket.

"The big, blue box." I whispered. My mind flashed to the stories my dad used to tell me, of the giant blue police box spinning off in space with a mad man who saved the universe. And then I remembered my dream in its entirety. Of the warning and then the kiss on my head. Gasping for oxygen, I put my hands on my knees.

"So are you coming along?"

I snapped my head up. "What did you say?"

"Are you coming along, Eve is it? We don't have much time to waste." When I didn't respond, he rolled his eyes. "Okay. Fast explanation. I'm the Doctor, which you seem to already know. I'm a Time Lord, alien if you didn't know the difference. This here is my space ship called the TARDIS. It's bigger on the inside, so don't be surprised." He pointed up. "That is also a space ship, but they're bad blokes trying to take over, and I'm the only one who can save you." The Doctor reached out his hand and looked at me, gravely. "You can help, if you want. But it'll be dangerous and hard. So," He straightened his bowtie and I almost snorted at how dorky he looked. "Are you coming?"

My mind, the rational part of me, screamed no. I couldn't go with this man I've never met before on his weird space ship that looked like a tiny police box. It would be the dumbest thing I've ever done and I've done some pretty stupid things.

But, then again, this was my Doctor. My Doctor that's been invading my dreams since I was a child and, more recently, in this form. This was it—this was my destiny.

I reached out my hand and grasped his firmly. "Of course."

Author's Note: Sooooooo? Do you guys like it so far? I made this a bit long so you guys can get a sense as to where this is headed. Should I do separate adventures or maybe plug Eve into episodes that have already happened? There's just so much that could happen! It's going to be a fun ride! And I hope you guys are ready for it!