Alright guys, I'm new to writing in 'this' fandom at least. Also I'm not British, I'll do my best to make the Doctor as in character as I can, go easy on me please!?

I only own my ideas

No real warnings yet.

Enjoy!

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"Sophie? Sophie? Sophie!?"

"Hmm... Um what? The Doctor and the TARDIS." The red head mumbled, looking up from her notebook. Her friend in the class just snorted and shook her head. She looked around the room realization of her blunder slowly dawning as some of her fellow students started to snicker behind their hands.

"No Miss Rubeski, if you are going to goof off and daydream do it somewhere else. The rest of us, especially those that paid to be here would like to learn." Deloris Gretna was normally fair and kindhearted; be that as it may she was also strict, in love with teaching and in love with the material her class focused on. The woman fought hard not to be angry with any student, but she felt hard pressed to not let this slide.

"Yes Mrs. Gretna, sorry Mrs. Gretna." Sophie mumbled, ducking her eyes. The short older woman went on teaching the art history class. In truth it wasn't necessarily boring she'd just been up to late reliving the glory days of David Tennant and therein her favorite doctor. Some of her other classmates were still chuckling and staring. You'd think they were still in high school. She glued her eyes to her text book and refused to make eye contact for the rest of class. The red head felt bad, she meant no harm, she was just tired.

~IDoD~

"You are absolutely hopeless, a lost cause Sophie Rubeski."

"Not now Laurel," Sophie pleaded at the blond who was tapping her foot. She didn't want to face her friend's teasing, not again. Hastily she shoved her books into her messenger bag, running her fingers along her most recent drawing of a young girl in nine's arms reaching out as he carried her into the TARDIS. Laurel glanced over and Sophie snapped the notebook shut and jammed it into the bag.

"I'll admit, it's a decent show, but is it worth passing out in class and pissing off the teachers?" Laurel went on, despite her classmate's warning. It wasn't the first time this had happened. Ever since her friend had found that show it was late nights and missed classes or in class naps, disruptions, and 'doo wee oooh' twenty four/seven.

"It's an awesome show and I don't know there's just something about it, it's like I dunno almost déjà vu." Sophie replied as they walked to the Maze and Blue Deli for their lunch. She had worked hard to make it out of Clearvile, some nowhere town with small town people who had small town jobs and even smaller dreams. She always felt she was meant for something more. U of M, not the biggest she could go, but it was a start.

"Déjà vu? A TV show? Giiirl you must be trippin." Laurel scoffed.

"I'm not high."

"Oh yeah the dreams right? Must be memories cause that makes all the sense in the world." Laurel intoned sarcastically and Sophie wondered why she'd ever made the mistake of telling her friend about the theory.

"Laurel I never said you had to believe me." Sophie added, her friend snorted again and opened the door to the restaurant. The red head couldn't help thinking about it. She didn't remember most of her childhood, what she did remember was a man in a dark leather coat leaving her here, but it was hazy, a fog, barely a dream. He reminded her of nine and the thought jogged something else, a metallic voice an evil presence, destruction. She didn't like to think about it.

They made it to the counter in an actually decent amount of time for once. Her friend ordered and in somewhat of a daze she ordered the same. Laurel was busy talking about something as they went back outside to find a bench. Sophie pretended to pay attention, but she had to admit, she wasn't really listening. After lunch they parted ways, planning to see each other again in Art class tomorrow. Only Sophie would never show.

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The TARDIS was not cooperating as if that was new. His 'girl' was acting off again, the sensors were down, and readings were off. Typical day in the life of The Doctor! 10 scrambled around, adjusting this, tweaking that. "We-ell…" The Time Lord sighed, pulling out his sonic for another reading…nothing. He wondered where she was taking him as if he had a choice, just when he felt another 'jostle, flinging him from the jump seat. 10 grumbled something; at least he got a reprieve from thinking. All he'd lost only to have to be the one to pick himself up again and keep going. Thinking was bad; thinking did him no favors, memory thinking anyway. Clever thinking was something else entirely.

The TARDIS made a frustrated heave and he tried once again to bring the scanners back as it seemed she slowed some. "Here? Wait!? Why are we here? This isn't…" The Doctor sputtered even as they landed. He tried everything he could to take off again, but it was no use the TARDIS was stuck at least until it re-charged. A day maybe two, he could handle that right?

So he threw on his coat, locked the doors tight and decided he might as well go for a walk. He passed happy couples, people walking dogs, and tried to find a clue as to where he was. 10 knew he wasn't in the right dimension it happened before, but those pathways were supposed to be closed right? The TARDIS didn't even seem to know why she'd brought him here. He knew though that there must have been a reason. The Doctor just hoped he would find out soon so he could get out of here and back to his own dimension.

He found a paper, so it was 2014 and he was in this world's Anne Arbor Michigan. It didn't look much different. He sniffed the spring air and it was like something 'knocked' into his senses. Alien, that scent was alien. He turned to its source and saw a medium heighted red head walking his way. She looked no different from those around her, yet as she got closer he sniffed again and the smell was definitely coming from her.

10 knew he might come to regret it, but he followed her anyway. Every time she stopped he would back up and look interested in what they were selling on the street. He was intrigued when she bought art supplies complete with a new sketch pad. Her old one fell out unnoticed when she went for her keys and he snatched it up before she noticed. He hovered outside of her building, debating on whether or not to open the book. His curiosity won out and he went to a nearby bench to take a look.

She was good; the first was a self-portrait with rough lines and sparse color. Her hair and lips, maybe some freckles it almost looked animated. He flipped the pages his hearts speeding as he saw a picture of himself and Rose pressed to opposite sides of a wall. The picture was beautiful, very well done, but heart breaking at the same time. How did she know about this? Just who was she?

The Doctor continued flipping pages landing on a picture of a queen on a balcony. A landscape and skyline he recognized. This was the lost planet of Rubaeus, destroyed by the Geb in an act of hatred and war on the Felorin. A peaceful race of shape shifting…Wait. No…No. No. No. She couldn't be? Could she?

TBC...

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