Hello all! I'm new here and have spent quite a few months reading all your brilliant stories. This is the first Doctor Who fan-fic I ever wrote (and I haven't written many). I've been hesitant in posting it because it's quite close to my heart and I'm worried people won't like it. I hope if you do you will very kindly review and let me know!

The TARDIS landed... albeit roughly. But that was nothing unusual, Rachel was used to being thrown around when landing the TARDIS; it was all part of the fun! She watched the Doctor examine the monitor, but he didn't seem overly impressed by what he saw. He dashed to the doors and put a single hand on the handle, but not opening it.

"If we've landed where I think we have, we're not staying", he said simply. "Pretty sure I've been here before and trust me, the occupants of this planet are not worth meeting. I'll take you somewhere nicer... somewhere sunny!"

He opened the TARDIS doors, poking his head out while being careful to stay inside the doors.

"Yep, just as I thought. Best not venture out" he exclaimed, pulling his head back in and shutting the door.

Just as he did a subtle gust of wind blew through, up the ramp and towards Rachel who happened to be standing in just the wrong spot. Her hair waved as she staggered slightly, taken aback by the weight of the gust. The Doctor obliviously jumped up the ramp, using the rails to glide him along, and headed for the console. Rachel appeared to be fixed to the same spot, though the Doctor didn't notice at first... much too busy settling the controls for their next destination. It was only when he heard Rachel's breathing become heavier that he looked up, to see her face had turned white as an Adipose.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" he asked, voice heavy with concern.

"I'm fine", she replied. "Just feeling a little..."

She brought her hand to her forehead, and the Doctor reached her just in time to catch her as she started to slide to the ground.

"'Fine' my ass", he quipped.

She hadn't fallen unconscious, he noted. As it happened, once she'd hit the floor she became somewhat alert again, though she looked tremendously tired.

"Wow, sorry, don't know what happened there", she remarked with a wavering smile, starting to stand. The Doctor stood back a little and allowed her to do so, still keeping his arms outstretched in case she had another (for lack of a better word) episode.

"Pretty sure you fainted. Are you ok?" he asked.

"Fine, really I'm fine. I might go lie down though, feeling a little sick."

"Maybe I should take you to the medical bay, scan you over. Make sure you're not..."

"What? Deathly ill? I'm totally ok Doctor, just need some sleep; probably lunch or something."

In the back of her mind she couldn't ignore the gust of wind (that felt like so much more than a gust of wind); she knew it had brought on the nausea. But, the Doctor had a way of over-dramatising everything, and the last thing she wanted was to be fussed over.

The Doctor reluctantly watched her walk away from him, towards the hall and her bedroom. She had a way of under-dramatising everything so try as he might he couldn't NOT worry. He hadn't seen her show any sort of illness or weakness before; from the day she joined the TARDIS she'd appeared healthy as a horse.

'Might just change course', he thought. 'Maybe she's missing home?'

Rachel walked through and closed her bedroom door behind her, head feeling heavy as lead. She started to undress when she thought she heard something... skittering. Darting around on the spot, she couldn't see anything. In fact this sudden act of movement only made her feel 5 times worse than she already did. Choosing to ignore her newly-found insanity, she slipped off her jumper and proceeded to remove her shoes when her hand slipped and her favourite red Converse rolled under the bed.

"Bloody hell" she murmured, carefully sliding to the ground to retrieve it. And there she was, head under the bed and butt sticking out from under it, when she heard it again. She was startled and raised her head too fast, hitting it on the beam under the bed.

"GAH" she yelled, "RUDE!" But she didn't have a chance to back out from under the bed before noticing the feet standing on the other side. She gulped, and carefully slid back. She was ready to face whatever it was that was there; she's faced many gruesome aliens in the short time she'd been with the Doctor. She imagined tentacles coming from its face, or 5 legs... or a green skinned alien with a purple afro.

'Best to just jump up and get it over with', she thought. 'Like bungee jumping'. Once she was sure her head was clear of the bed she jumped up, fear giving her the adrenaline she so desperately wanted right now. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw, and she backed up as far as the room would allow her.

"M-m-michael?", she stammered, her voice quivering with emotion and terror.

The chapters are short, and there's about 4 in total. I'm not the sort of writer to hold my chapters hostage until I get a gajillion reviews, BUT obviously if no-one reviews then it's safe for me to assume no-one is interested and I won't keep posting the chapters. I hope someone out there likes it! I'm on the fence about it personally, lol