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-Typhoon

Prologue

"Come on Sam," Lyla quietly muttered to her six-month-old puppy as she watched him try to find a spot to pop a squat at two a.m. "It's too cold for these early morning wake-up calls ya lil' shit," she stated a bit louder and with a bit of fondness in her voice.

When the pup finally found the perfect spot to relieve himself, he trotted back to his owner with a happy tongue wagging smile. "Thank the Jesuses." Lyla reached down to unhook the leash with a soft pat of the head and quick rub of the ears, Sam walked back into the house. Mutts probably back in the warm bed, Lyla thought to herself with a shiver. Just as she was about to step through the front door she heard it. NO. Fucking. Way. The very unmistakable sound of the Tardis materialization sequence. "What the hell." She whispered to the wind as she slowly shut the door and walked closer to the sound. What. Who. HOW? Her mind full of one word questions and with a healthy dose of curiosity, she stepped off her porch to investigate.

She rounded the corner of the barn that was set off to the side of her family home and feasted her now wide and disbelieving eyes on a very familiar blue box. BOOM. She gave a slight jump away as the noise blasted through the yard. BOOM. She blinked hard and slowly shook her head back and forth as she took a small step toward the box. The box itself was laying on its side with the doors facing her and was scuffed and scratched beyond belief. BOOM. If the hissing noise was anything to go by then she was leaking gas and there must've been a fire as well if the smoke was any indicator. Lyla took another slow step forward with only the words MUST TOUCH SEXY flowing through her mind. BOOM. The door comes flying open and a man falls out and quickly, with the help of the box, stands up.

Lyla completely freezes. All breathing, thinking, and shivering stops as she gazes upon the Master. The man coughs and wheezes as he slowly straightens his back and glances around with a screwed- up face. Once his eyes land on the pale women, he quickly advances and grabs her upper arms in a tight grip and glowers at the young women.

It's like a live wire that shocks her back into reality when the first contact happens. "Where am I? Who are you? Where is she?" The questions come bullet fast at her face.

"America. Texas to be exact. Lyla Aylin. And where is who?" She answers automatically. Lyla points to the box that is behind him with slightly shaking hand, "That's not yours."

The crazed man's eyes betrayed his shock for a split second before it clears and gives away to suspicion, "How do you know that."

"Uh… That's Sexy. She belongs to her thief. You are not him." She replies distractedly, while her eyes never leave the magnificent ship. What the fuck is happening right now. If this is a dream then please don't end cause that is.. that is… that's…. holy crap-olla.

He quickly grabs her by the neck and forces her eyes on him when he asks again, "How. Do. You. Know. That." OK. Now I want it to end.

Lyla blinks rapidly before replying in a slow manner, "Any Whovian worth their salt knows that."

Now confused the Master shakes his head and returns to a pervious asked question. "Where is the Bad Wolf?" Seriously.

"What…" She blinks rapidly again, "What the What."

"Bad Wolf." He gives her a harsh shake. Ok, crazy dude needs to back off. Imma punch him sooner than later. I swear it.

"There's no bad wolf here. The actress that played her is in London and sweetheart you got the flight a bit wrong if that was the goal."

"NO! These were the exact coordinates. Years of calculations and theories and this was the result." He accused while dropping her arms and turning around in a fury. "And all for a backwoods Barbie with an identity crisis."

"Hey! That was rude asshole." She replied with a huff.

The Master paid no attention to Lyla as he paced in a circle while mumbling to himself, "I have to find her or everything dies. The doctor and I's work cannot be wasted. But why would she bring us here? Unless…" He trailed off in speech and his head snapped in Lyla's direction. He stared at her with his head cocked to the side and an unknown look in his crazed eyes. He seemed to come to some type of decision and advanced quickly on Lyla while she finally got her shit together and stumbles back away from the crazy man. "You are coming with me." Hell no creepy dude.

"What. NO," she fought his hands wrapping around her arms and the dragging force he used to walk towards the Tardis.

They reached the Tardis where she was thrown in as the Master quickly followed with the doors slamming closed behind him. Lyla slowly stood and looked around at the console room with wide disbelieving eyes until they rested on the franticly moving Master. "What the hell are you doin'." I should probably be freaking out more… But it's the console room…

"You're gonna save my universe." He replied while pushing buttons and turning dials as he raced around the console. Nope that's it. I'm getting out. Sightseeing is over. Waking up would be just peachy right about now.

"Uh No. I have a life here." She raced to doors and tried to open them as she started to hear the disappearing sequence start. "Stop that and let me out you nut case." She started banging on the doors with her fist when she felt hands come around her and trapped her in a vise like grip. "What the hell are you doin?!" Now is now the time to cope a feel crazy dude. She now had to shout over the various noises happening in the room. The whole of the room started to shake after a huge explosion that happened at the console. Tremors that would put any earthquake to shame rocked through her and the Master as he kept them from being tossed around the room. With a final explosion and loud crack the Tardis seemed to settle and the Master quickly released her and lunged for the doors. Lyla was quick to follow and nearly fainted when she stepped out into the center of London. "No no no no no no no…" stumbling over her feet and her words she braced herself on the side of the Tardis. Is it just me or is the world spinning a bit. Her eyes roamed their surroundings before they landed on her kidnapper, "What the fuck did you just do." She accused as she quickly advanced on him. He eyed her with nothing less than disdain. Before he could get a word out she pulled her fist back and let it launch right into his nose. Told you I would punch you sooner rather than later. With a satisfying crack Lyla pulled back and started in while he brought his hands up to his bleeding and broken nose. "Why would you bring me here. What the fuck were you thinking. I don't know anything about London. Or where exactly I am. Or when for that lovely matter. And I have absolutely nothing. No money. No id. Hell, for all I know, no future or past. I don't belong here." She finished breathing heavy as she stood defensively in front of The Master.

"Are you done?" He asked but not pausing to let her answer before he barreled on, "2004, May to be exact and you are somewhere in Cardiff if I had to guess." Lovely Cardiff, she thought disgustedly. Before Lyla could even speak her thoughts to that news, he had her by the neck and harshly pushed against the Tardis as he got close to her ear. "And you will save my universe. I don't care how you do it but you will. Bad Wolf never happened. You will fix it." He released her and shoved her to the side as he reached back into the Tardis and brought out a small backpack and tossed it to her. "Everything you need or will need is in there." He pushed her farther away and pointed down the street, "There is a hotel that way."

She stood holding the backpack with white knuckled hands and mouth hanging open as she tried to get her mind around what was happening to her. He pushed her farther away and stepped back into the Tardis as it started to fade out of existence with a flash of gold. Lyla took a step back and slowly turned the way he pointed and made her way to the hotel. Her body was running on auto-pilot as she interacted with the front desk. When Lyla finally shut the door, she slid down and let the tears fall.

What am I gonna do. I'm stuck here! My family… SAM! With that thought the crying turned into body shaking sobs. After the tears ran out and the room darkened Lyla picked herself up and grabbed the gifted backpack and throw it on the bed where she followed. Once there she started to shift through the contents. Assets Assets. She pulled out the first thing she touched which was a wallet. She opened it up to find that it was bigger on the inside and filled with cash and credit cards. Well that helps with housing and food. Still need clothes. And a job. And what the hell I'm gonna do here. The next thing she pulled out was another much slimmer black leather flip- fold wallet. She opened that and feasted her eyes on the newly obtained physic paper. Well that helps with getting an id and necessary papers for a job. She reached back in and pulled out a laptop that was from her time. Thank every deity ever thought of. At least it wasn't a clunky thing from '04. Wait…. Was the laptop out yet? Was WIFI?! Oh Sweet lord, please be a super computer… She turned the laptop on and the first thing she did was search desperatly for the internet. Oh, thank you Tardis! Once google was pulled up she set it to the side to research later. She reached in again and started pulling out clothes. Jeans, shirts, shoes, underwear, and everything in-between. She reached in a again thinking that there can't be anything else that she could need when she pulled out three things: a cell phone (a motherfucking razor), a Tardis blue journal with a voice activated lock on the front, and a beautiful sparkling silver bracelet. She took each new item and examined them extensively. The phone was a standard flip phone… a razor. Oh my freaking cheez-its. I remember these! Lyla, with an air of excitement, she flipped it open and sped through the settings, her mind full of memories of better, funnier, and easier times. She set the phone down and picked up the journal and turned it over a couple times. Now how do I open this. Well I guess I can just say something and see if that works. "Open Sesame," She said slowly and cautiously.

The lock clicked up with a faint computerized voice said, "New password accepted." Great. Just great. Lyla flipped through the journal to realize that its blank. Well I guess she wants me to write my foreknowledge down.

She set down the journal and picked up the bracelet cautiously. Why am I suddenly afraid of a simple silver bracelet? She turned it over and slowly unclasped it and slide it on her wrist. The bracelet instantly resized and fit snuggly around her wrist while the clasp totally vanished from site. Well that's freaky. She tugged on the bracelet fruitlessly. With a huff and a bone deep sigh she gave up and laid back on the bed in the middle of all her newly obtained possessions. Within seconds she was fast asleep.

JUNE-FEBUARY

Over the last eight months, Lyla found herself a fully furnished apartment, FLAT remember that. They're called flats here. She also set up back accounts to put three years' worth of money in for rent and utilities that was on auto payments because of the Doctors horrid driving skills. One thing that Lyla did do the day after she arrived was use her super computer to research her family and found that they didn't exist in this universe. After she found that a new round of tears came.

She was 10 minutes from the Powell estate and 15 from Henrik's, where she now worked alongside Rose Tyler, the other new and Rose were fast friends. Lyla's first time meeting Rose she almost fangirled all over the poor women because she looked exactly like Billie Piper. How does that even work.

She still had plenty of cash and hadn't touched the credit cards seeing as half where in alien languages that haven't been translated yet. She also bought stock in several companies that she knew would be a huge in the future. What's the use of foreknowledge if you can't help some worthy causes.

She had written most of what she knew about the show Doctor Who in her Tardis journal and found that it was bigger on the inside as well. So, she started writing her day to day life and what she could change and couldn't change about people dying. Lyla was also back and forth on the idea of telling the Doctor where she was from. Maybe after Canary Warf. As time flew by it was 2005, and seeing as the doctor should be showing up anytime to stop the Nestene Consciousness, Lyla was getting anxious. It should happen in March. Around the restart day of New Who, right? Hopefully.