First attempt at anything Doctorfied... just thought I'd try it. Don't own any of it, it's all the lovely beeb and rtd's! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Oh it's going to get historical, I'm a history student and thought I'd start off on home turf to be safe. I will try to be as accurate as possible, well as far as you can be when the Doctor's involved! C xxx

Lilith Meredith Grainger was an ordinary student. She had an ordinary family, was an ordinary age, was studying for an ordinary degree, and was, in her opinion, terribly ordinary in appearance. It was however this belief that gave off the allure that so many others noted as extraordinary. She wore ordinary clothes, nothing that made her stand out amongst the others, wore her hair daily in an ordinary ponytail. There was nothing except her opinion of herself that made her stand out. Amongst the crowds on the Uni forecourt.

Yes, Lilith Meredith Grainger was an ordinary girl in an ordinary world. A world that was rapidly changing around her. He came in a blaze of light, a crash of waves and a crescendo from the skies. It awoke her in her small university rooms and she stood at her window trying to spot what had woken her. The light and thunder had stopped and it was pitch black outside so she turned away and went back to bed.

The next morning everything in the bay was normal. There was no sign that anything odd had happened the night before. She dressed, grabbed up the books on her desk and hurried to a meeting with her lecturer, barely noticing the oddity outside the entrance to her building. A blue phone box sat unobtrusively next to the door to her department, waiting for someone to come back. She rushed past it, late for the meeting. She got there and, having glanced worriedly at her watch, knocked twice. She stepped back surprised as the door swung open.

"Hello?" she called, pushing the door a little further open, just enough that she could peep and see the desk. She stopped on the threshold as she saw the man leaning over the desk. "You're not Professor Hargreaves." She said quietly. The man looked up and then straightened. The first thing she noticed was that he was very smartly dressed, although the trench coat was a little old fashioned. He was quite handsome, with mischievous eyes and a quirky mouth. The mouth spread into a smile as he registered her. Something in that smile and that look made her blush ever so slightly and she looked away quickly, then looked back as he spoke.

"Oh, hello, sorry no, I'm not. I'm not really sure where he is, I could really do with some help with something." He frowned and put down the strange metallic item he was holding, moving towards her he offered her his hand. "I'm…" he paused, speaking and talking, as one hand reached into his pocket, she stiffened thinking it was a gun and that she'd walked into a murder scene. She relaxed again as the hand re-emerged with a black leather wallet, rather like a passport holder. He flipped it open and she saw a glimpse of white paper with a smudge of writing on it. He sighed, "No point in that, probably won't work on a history student anyway." He smiled and took a step closer, offering her his hand again. "I'm the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" she raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "Doctor of what, exactly? And I didn't catch your name." She shifted her bundle of books in her arms and accepted his hand.

"Just the Doctor, doctor of absolutely anything, I'm almost brilliant me." Another smile, this one much more mischievous as if he were testing her. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, only almost?" she glanced around. "Do you know where Professor Hargreaves is? I was suppose to be having a meeting with him."

"No, no I haven't seen him. It's a pity, I was hoping to see him…" he trailed off, glancing at the books on the desk. "If you see him, can you tell him I dropped by, borrowed some books and will bring them back, soon."

"Soon?"

"Yes, yes, he'll know when I mean. No I'd better get moving. Thank you for that." He scooped up a couple of books and tucked them into pockets on the inside of his dark beige trench coat, giving her a better glimpse of the blue striped suit beneath. He left the room, going past her with his coat swooshing as if it had nothing in the pockets. She heard him stop in the corridor and turn back. His head reappeared round the door. "Hello again." He grinned, showing perfect white teeth in an infectious smile. "I didn't get your name."

"Lilith, I'm Lilith."

"Lilith? Wow, that's, a little mean of your parents."

"Well, I prefer Meredith, but people still call me Lilith."

"Lilith Meredith? Oh, well, that just slips off the tongue, lots of th's. Well nice to meet you Lilith Meredith. I'm the Doctor." And with that he vanished. She leaned out of the door and looked either way, expecting to see him so that she could tell him that he'd already said that. The words were out of her mouth before she realised that he wasn't there, just a confused looking first year.

"Sorry, I didn't think I said anything." The girl stammered.

"No, I didn't mean you." Meredith said. She went back in the office and then called out to the student as she passed. "Have you seen Professor Hargreaves?"

"No, I haven't not since yesterday in a lecture." The girl came into the office. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm not sure. I can't wait for him though." She scribbled a note, put her books on her shelf and left, slipping past the girl.

Although she didn't know it, Lilith Meredith Grainger's life had already started to change, to become a little less ordinary.

She thought little of her meeting with the Doctor throughout the rest of her day; she had plenty to do, lectures and research. She went home that night and didn't even think of it when she wrote in her diary. It wasn't until the next day that she thought about him, when she bumped into him in the library. She didn't even notice until he spoke, so absorbed was she in looking for a specific book on William Marshal, she knew it was there, she'd seen it a few days ago.

"Hello! Lilith Meredith isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, that's me." She said absently. "What can I… oh it's you." She finally noticed him. "The Doctor. What are you doing here?"

"Well the books I borrowed from Andrew weren't a lot of help, so I took them back and came to have a look around in here." He glanced at the books she was carrying. "Incidentally, I think those may be what I'm looking for. Also," he looked at her intently, "have you seen Andrew, Professor Hargreaves I mean, since yesterday?"

"No, I haven't. Why are you looking for him, and what are you doing with that book? I've been searching for that." She said snatching the book from his hands. She leafed through its pages as he frowned at her.

"He's an old friend. Tell me, what are you studying?"

"History, of course, I would have thought that would be fairly obvious."

"Oh, well, yes I suppose it is. And you're looking at medieval England and Wales in particular?"

"Yes, the Marshal family. It is rather an interesting tale."

"Yes, yes. That's why you're studying with Professor Hargreaves." He seemed somewhat distracted. "I'm sorry, but I really do need that book. Just for five minutes." Before she could protest he'd taken it back and was headed for one of the private workrooms. She thought about following him, but then decided it was foolish to go after him. She sat at a desk nearby and pretended to read whist watching the door. He came back in less than 5 minutes and dropped it in her lap. "Done." He started to walk away, paused and turned. "Lilith Meredith? Keep an eye out for the Professor. Something isn't quite as it should be."

It was several weeks later when she was awakened by that crescendo in the skies, that odd whirring and the flashing lights. Again she could see nothing wrong, so Meredith, whose life had fallen back into its ordinary routine, went back to sleep without a second thought. The next morning she rose and prepared for a meeting with her new Professor, Professor Hargreaves had been gone so long they decided to replace him. She picked up the books, the ones she had left in Hargreaves' office and the one she had claimed off the Doctor, and left the house, putting her umbrella up against the rain, barely noticing the blue box sat on the pavement across the road from her front door.

"Hello again." A voice called out as she started down the hill. She span precariously on the slick pavement and he dashed over to catch her elbow in case she fell.

"I'm fine." She snapped, pulling her arm away. Then she looked at the man who had caught her. "You again?!"

"Yes, yes, keep finding myself back here, as if something is drawing me." He scratched the back of his head. "See, it's a bit odd really. I've been having a bit of trouble, and every time I come to find some help, well, I find you."

"Well, I don't think that's odd. It's more like stalking if you ask me."

"Oh. OH! No, no that's not it at all. I'm terribly sorry if I've given that impression Meredith. But, would you mind terribly coming with me to see if you can help. My office is just over there." He gestured behind them.

"Oh, you work in the Accommodation Office." She said, thinking that that made the most sense for how he kept finding her, and only noticing the student's amenities office behind them.

"What? Oh, no, near there currently, but no I'm not campus staff. Here let me." He took the books off her and walked away. She stared for a second, and then hurried after him.

He stopped just outside the blue box that she had walked past twice without noticing and snapped his fingers. He winked at her and walked inside.

"But, that's a phone box… it won't hold two of us." She said as she stopped.

"Come on, you're letting the rain in, hurry up." He called his voice seeming to echo. She frowned and walked up to the door. She stepped inside and saw him click his fingers. As the doors swung shut the student running out of his house heard a cry of "but it's bigger on the inside!" with a peal of laughter entwined in the words.