A/N: This is my Doctor Who fanfiction featuring my own Doctor. I hope you like it, and I hope you like my version of the Doctor. Also, I don't own Doctor Who (the title implies it a bit, though. But I couldn't think of anything else.) Anyways, enjoy!

-MN1

I woke up with a start, clothes much too big for me covering me and broken glass surrounding me.

"Where am I?" I asked. "When am I? Who am I?"

"Oh yeah. I'm the Doctor. Last Time Lord and Hero to many." I said, standing up and looking around the room. I stopped suddenly when I saw my reflection in a mirror, and walked toward the mirror. I had long brown hair, pale skin, green eyes, and I was nearly six feet. I was also a teenager.

"Aw come on!" I said. "I'm a teenager and I'm still not a ginger? Whatsa Doctor gotta do?" I looked at the suit I was dressed in that was much too big, and then into the closet.

'Well,' I thought, 'if I'm a teenager I'd better look the part.'

D.W.

I walked out of the house, whistling and tossing my sonic screwdriver in the air. I had taken red Converse shoes, a white shirt, a black pullover hoodie, and blue jeans (and a note that said 'Thanks for the clothes, and sorry about the window. -The Doctor.)

"Hey, what are you doing?" A woman shouted at me as I shut the door of the house I was in.

"Nothing, ma'am." I said.

"You just smashed into my house with that police box!" The woman said.

"Oh crap, that's where the TARDIS is? Uh, ma'am, I suggest you stay away from the house." I cleared my throat. "I'm a police officer."

"You're barely nineteen! And you're wearing my son's clothes!" The woman said.

"Oh. Well, he has a good fashion sense." I shrugged, opening the door to her house with the sonic screwdriver and walking in, going straight to the fridge, taking out grapes, and washing them.

"What are you doing?" The woman asked. She had black hair, and was probably only twenty or so. Too young to have a son with clothes that'd fit me.

"Washing these grapes. Do you have any idea how many employees drop these grapes on their way to your house?" I asked. "Maybe you don't...eh, Madam, what year is it?"

"2010." The woman said.

"Ah. Good year. Remember...oh. Well, that happens in a few months, so you'll just have to wait." I said, popping a grape into my mouth. "What's your name, ma'am?"

"Scarlet." The woman said.

"Really? With a name like that you should be a redhead, don'cha think?" I said, offering a grape to her. "So, who's clothes are these?"

"My son's." The girl said, green eyes glaring at me.

"Y'know, you're absolutely beautiful in this light. And the light really shows your face. A face that says you're twenty, twenty-two at most. If you have a nineteen-year-old son something very, very bad is going on in your life." I said, placing a bowl on Scarlet's table and walking into a room full of steam. "My baby!" I said, running over to the TARDIS.

"What in god's name is going on?" Scarlet asked. "And who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor." I said.

"Doctor what?" Scarlet asked.

"Try again."

"What?"

"Not Doctor what, but Doctor..."

"Doctor Who?"

I laughed. "I love it when people say that!" Then I nodded and tapped the side of the TARDIS. "My girl'll be fine. She's been through worse."

"Answer my questions." Scarlet said.

"I did! I told you who I am!" I said.

"And what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving your house after regenerating in your house." I said. "Off to adventuring and saving lives."

Scarlet looked at me. "I'm coming."

I held back a laugh and asked "What?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm going to help you on your adventures." Scarlet said.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're a teenager. You can't handle big, bad aliens all by yourself."

"I am an alien, and I have handled aliens all by myself, both before, after, and around your birth." I said.

"How do you fight aliens around my birth?" Scarlet asked.

I tapped my chin, thinking. "Alternate dimensions." I decided.