I do not own Doctor Who or any other characters that appear in the story that you recognize from the show. I own bits of the plot, my arcs, and my OC, Dawn Hale. You have been warned: I do not own Doctor Who.

Chapter 1

The stars shimmered mysteriously against the dark blue backdrop of endless sky. The sky seemed to never end, stretching on forever and forever; it was like a blanket of inky darkness with silver specks scattered in what seemed like random patterns. But it wasn't random; there were shapes and designs imprinted on to the sky via the tiny stars million of miles away. They seemed so close, but in reality, they were so far away. I sighed as I stared out of the open window, my elbows pressed against the painted frame. I reached out of the window, but came into contact with nothing. There was nothing there. Nothing, but my dreams.

"Dawn! Come downstairs for dinner!" my best friend, Amanda, called to me from the bottom of the stairs, and I sighed, pulling the doors to the window closed. "Dinner's ready!"

I locked the window shut and left the room, closing the door gently. I then bounded down the stairs.

Amanda greeted me with a hug and then she took my hand, dragging me into the kitchen. She pushed me towards my seat, and I sank down into it tiredly as she set a plate down in front of me. I looked at the meal with disgust. Amanda pouted at me. "What? I worked hard on this," she complained, and I glared at her, my eye twitching.

"It's all of my least favorite foods compiled together," I said simply, and she chuckled.

"Oops, guess I forgot," she said sheepishly, and I arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you 'forgot'," I said, putting air quotations around the word. "You would never forget. You know me too well to forget."

"Well, it's not my fault you don't like all of my favorite foods," Amanda said defensively.

I scoffed at that. "What are you trying to do? What are you trying to tell me? You only make my least favorite foods when you've got bad news, news that you know I won't want to hear," I said, and Amanda looked down, guilty. "Tell me; I promise I won't take it badly."

"Well, I got a job," she confessed.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "Why is that a bad thing!?"

"It's in England," she continued, and I bit my lip.

"Again, not seeing the bad thing about this," I said, and Amanda looked as thought she was going to cry.

"You can't come; I have to go alone, and I can't come back," she finally shouted, and my eyes widened.

"Why not? What kind of job is it?" I asked, my eyes stinging with tears.

"I was recruited into the military," Amanda confessed, and my jaw dropped.

"What? Why?" I asked, and she looked down guiltily again.

"It's the only way," she said.

"The only way to what?" I replied, curious.

"I'm running out of money," Amanda told me. "I don't have enough money to pay for us to live here, and you don't have a job. I had no choice, Dawn. I'm sorry; I know the military killed your father, but it was the only paying job that would accept me. I'm so sorry, Dawn."

I looked down at the plate of food I refused to touch. "It's all right, Amanda. I understand. I just . . . have to go upstairs. You know, it's the anniversary of his death. I just . . . need to be alone. You know?"

Amanda nodded. "Yeah, I'll bring up some comfort food later, 'kay?"

I smiled shakily at her. "Okay. Thank you."

I then fled up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door as gently as possible behind me. I collapsed on my bed, then, tears dripping down my face.

Hello, my name is Dawn Hale. I'm the daughter of an old army man named Alexander Hale who died in a war a few years back. I never knew me mum; she abandoned me with my father for a better man, I s'ppose. Yeah, I'm English. Moved to America before me dad died, and met Amanda there. She and I became best friends quickly, getting along perfectly. When my father was called back to the war front, I stayed with Amanda in her home. Her parents, too, had died, and we stayed in an apartment. When I received the news that my father had died on the war front, Amanda helped me get through it. But now, I needed to be alone, with my wishing pendant.

My wishing pendant was the gift of my father when I turned thirteen. It was to soften the blow of his leaving for the war front the first time - not the time when he ended up dying. It's in the shape of a Chinese dragon curled up around a ruby that looks as though it's fire being spat from he dragon's mouth; the dragon itself is made of jade with spirals of emerald. Legend told that the wishing pendant could grant thirteen wishes. I had used one already, as a wish to make a friend. After that, I met Amanda. This time, I had a plan.

"I wish on this pendant of the Jade Dragon Lord that I'd be transported into the world of Doctor Who," I said, and my heart skipped a beat as the world began to swirl. The colors swirling about seemed to converge around one point, creating a rainbow orb. I reached for it, and the moment my hand touched it, it felt as though a cold shock jolted through my body. I felt a odd pang in my chest, feeling as though there was now something new there. I reached for my pendant, to fiddle with it like was my nervous habit, but upon touching the dragon, my fingers were scalded. It felt as though the necklace was melting into my skin; it burned terribly, an ache I couldn't escape as my fingers scrabbled at my collarbone where the necklace usually resided.

I blacked out to escape the pain.