Hey guuuyyz, this is my first Doctor Who fan fiction and I am quite excited about it. There wont be any lemony goodness just yet as I am fairly new to reading the Doctor and Amy "getting-it-on" so to speak and i don't feel comfortable in putting The Doctor in "those" positions. Bear with me on this as there will be lemons later (:

In this chapter i mention The Doctor's eye colour, now it may be wrong. The eyes in all of the pictures i have of Matt Smith from the magazines change colour, from brown to green to blue. If i have gotten it wrong, PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE let me know.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own Doctor Who. I would be the happiest person alive if I did. :D

-A

Saturday 23rd February 2002

The large fire in the middle of the forest moved like a flaming dancer, i was mesmerized by the shear beauty of it, knowing it could rip through the forest we were situated in at any moment barely passed through my mind. The surprise i felt at how no one compared my flaming red hair to the fire was incredible. I could feel the flames hot on my skin, like nothing i had ever felt. Why i was there i don't really know, the people i was with weren't my friends, i guess i just wanted to get drunk. My aunt had been bitching at me for the half drunk bottle of vodka in my room so it only seemed right to go and get drunk.

The time was getting on to 1am so i decided to scoot. As i had turned up to the party on my own, i left on my own. I was only 15 so leaving with a guy wasn't really my idea of a good time. Walking through the forest on my own and drunk, i was able to see the beauty that was nature. The way the twigs lay discarded on the floor like the wrong answer to a question. I was too drunk to realise that the forest in the middle of the night is the prime area for murders, thieves and rapists.

Once i was out of the forest and walking along the pavement towards my house, the weight lifted off my shoulders, like i knew i wasn't gonna be murdered or raped or some such nonsense. I was too caught up in thinking about my comfortable bed to hear the footsteps behind me. They got closer and closer until i was forced to hear them. The fear drowned me as if i were deep under water. I walked faster and faster but it didn't seem to get me further away. Two hands shoved me hard to the floor. My arms went out instantly to protect myself, though it didn't work. I felt my nose break and blood dribble down into my mouth. The salty iron making me feel physically sick. It was a man. He straddled me and flipped me over, crushing me to the floor so i couldn't run away.

I thought my life was over when he started to unbutton his trousers, and then mine. I'm sure he could see the fear in my eyes, the silent plea for my life and virginity. I was too caught up in trying to stop this fully grown man to feel the light tug on my brain, like a mild headache but with more meaning. The fight i had was quickly leaving me, making me lay back and take what i had coming to me. What could a weak little 15 year old girl do to a fully grown man who seemed to be on a mission he had to complete? So i closed my eyes and went to a happy place, as if i could block out the trauma about to come to me. But it never came...

-D

There's nothing much to do in the TARDIS these days. Especially with no one there to watch my brilliance and marvel at how i make stuff go ding. To an outsider, i would look completely mad, talking to the old girl. But, like i said, there is no one around anymore but myself and the TARDIS.

I had spent most of the day figuring out my new body after my regeneration and figuring out what to wear in the TARDIS wardrobe. Brown hair does like me, doesn't it? But you're never really lonely when you're me. The shear amount of thoughts swimming through my mind would kill any species who was not a Time Lord. That is why it is so strange when i felt a slight pull on my brain. My psychic defences were of the highest quality so i knew it wasn't anyone trying to break in. However, it didn't feel so much like an intrusion, more of a sign, a silent voice telling me which way go to. So i landed right where it told me to on Saturday 23rd February 2002, 1:12am Holtye Road, East Grinstead, but why?

As i stepped out of the TARDIS door i saw one of the most horrific sights. I've seen planets burn and memories forgotten. Faces melt and lives destroyed. But that was nothing compared to the sight that held me. A man was kneeling on the floor with a little girl beneath him, obviously not by choice if the flaying of her arms was anything to go by. Rage boiled within me at the image, this man was about to realise why i was called the oncoming storm.

I ran over to them from the shadows as quietly as i could, using the element of surprise. I grabbed his shoulders and ripped him from her body as forcefully as i could. I may look like a scrawny man, and at times i can be but when i get angry, no one is safe. The girl look shocked, like she had seen a ghost, but i was too busy letting out all of my pent up anger on the man. After about 3 minutes of pure kicking action, my angry started to disappear. The little girl was still on the floor watching me by the time i had finished. I was surprised she didn't get up and run away immediately, obviously still in shock.

Once i had finished i walked back over to her and gave her my hand to help her up. Luckily, she took it.

"Thank you" she said to me very quietly, like if she were to talk too loudly or make any sudden movements then i would disappear. She was shaking a little, and wouldn't move.

"You're welcome..." i left it open for her to reply with her name, i would need to get her home of course.

"Amelia. Amelia Pond, sir"

"Amelia Pond, what a fantastic name, like a name from a fairytale. Please don't call me sir, that makes me seem so old."

"Okay, sorry" I tried to move closer to her, to comfort her but she kept moving away.

"Do not worry Amelia Pond, i will not harm you. Trust me, I'm The Doctor." I said with a smile as she nodded silently. I finally noticed the dark brown lines running from her nose to her mouth. I slid my jacket off my shoulders and held it for to slip into. It was too cold for to be running around at night without a jacket on.

"How old are you Amelia?" I asked.

"I'm 15, sir. I mean, Doctor."

"A bit young to be wandering around at night all alone, why were you alone?" I questioned, trying to get her walking the opposite direction from the man's unconscious body.

"I was at a party and decided to walk home" She sounded... embarrassed.

"Well, that wasn't very clever now was it?" I asked her the rhetorical question; she just kept looking at her feet, a little blood dripping onto the floor. Stopping in my tracks, i turned her to face me so i could examine her nose; i am a Doctor after all. My assumptions were indeed correct, her nose was broken.

"You need to go to the hospital. That nose of yours is broken and if it isn't put into a cast of some sort the bone won't heal straight and you will end up with a wonky nose forever" i explained, hoping to get my point across with the waffle.

She wouldn't look me in the eyes... or couldn't. She didn't fully trust me yet or she would be comfortable around me.

"Okay, the hospital down the road will be closed at this time of night and the next one that would take a look at my nose is half an hour away and i am really tired." She replied, as if i didn't know the hospital would be closed.

"Then i shall take you back to my mini hospital." At saying this, she got scared and started to back away. "No... No i don't want to hurt you, Amelia. You have got to trust me." She wouldn't listen though, she just kept backing away. Lucky my anger had subsided or i would have grabbed and hauled back to the TARDIS whether she wanted to go or not. The fear was evident in her eyes; she was most likely recalling the point when i beat up the fully grown man a few minutes ago. Whatever i tell her she won't believe. If i told her i travel through time and space everyday she would run.

"I seriously don't know what to do then" i muttered to myself. "Excuse me?" she asked softly.

"Oh, erm... i am not entirely sure what to do at this point in time. You don't trust me, your nose is broken and i have the facilities to fix it back in the TARDIS but if i told you about the TARDIS you wouldn't believe me and think i am a mad man and run away back to mummy." Okay i started rambling. And i am sure the majority of those words came out a one sound all together.

"Well, don't take me back to your 'TARDIS' and just take me home. I promise i will go to the hospital tomorrow." She seemed to have started to trust me a little.

"Okay then, lead the way." I gestured with my hand for her to lead me in the right direction.

-A

The first thought that ran through my mind when this man attacked my attacker was to run, run far away, but i couldn't move myself to get up. I was captivated by this very skinny man beating the shit out of my attacker, i was also quite scared. If he could do that to a fully grown man with ease, what could he do to a little 15 year old girl like me?

He kept telling me my nose was broken and that i should go back with him to his TARDIS. What the fuck is a TARDIS? Is it a way to say "take you back to my lair"? I went with my gut instinct and didn't go with him, i could go to the hospital tomorrow and i just really, really wanted to get in my bed and sleep this nightmare away.

I agreed to let him walk me home, i gathered that if he were to hurt me, he would have done it by now and found comfort in this theory. He seemed a very interesting man, and when i looked into his rich brown eyes, they looked too old for his body. The aging in his face and body tells me he can't be older than thirty, but his eyes, the intelligence and experience that lie within them, they have no age.

He caught me staring a couple of times, a deep red blush spreading over my face.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" he asked suddenly when we were about 5 minutes from my house.

"I... I was trying to figure how old you are. You look as if you can't be more than thirty years old, but your eyes tell me a different story all together." I explained as best i could. He made a face that told me that many people have told him this. At my comment, he stopped walking.

"Did i say something wrong?" i asked hesitantly, afraid i may have offended him

"No... No dear, Amelia. You said nothing wrong. I just remembered something. Never mind" She replied hurriedly, trying to get onto the next subject which never came.

We walked in silence for another few minutes till we reached my house. I didn't want to go inside and leave him for some strange reason. Even though we barely talked for the walk home, it still felt good to be with him.

"Well, thank you Doctor, for walking me home." I said timidly.

"You're welcome, Amelia Pond." The urge to hug him came over me really quickly. So i did. He didn't hug me after a bit; i got the sense that he was uncomfortable with it, so i didn't make it a long one. To be honest, i didn't want our meeting to end.

I unlocked the door, opened it a little and turned back to him. "I really appreciate you saving me from that man. I really don't know what i would have done." He just stood there and bowed his head slightly, acknowledging that i had said something. "Goodnight, Doctor."

"Goodnight, Amelia" and with that, i walked back inside and shut the door, like ripping off a plaster. As soon i had shut the door, i ran to the window to see where he went. He just walked away, silently with his hands in his pockets. I looked away for a moment, then looked back to find he had disappeared. It wasn't until the next day that i had forgotten to give him his jacket back.

So yea, this is my first chapter in a line of many, hopefully. Please review and tell me what you think! I will be so greatful. :D