A/N: Hello there! So this is my very first attempt at a DW fic ever and this fic formed in my head just earlier to today, so please be kind. This is sort of a test to see if I should continue or not. Anywho, enjoy :)

Amelia Pond shook in her sleep, her husband's still arm wrapped around her, as the recurring dream came to full effect. She saw the same girl with blonde hair a few inches below her shoulders with those exact ill eyes that always made the ginger quiver in empathy. This time, her small eyes seemed more swollen and lifeless than she remembered. Instead of being in the blonde's house or some facility, as it was in the rest of the dreams, they were in a car traveling to a place she couldn't recognize. One similarity, though, was the same man that seemed to be in all her dreams with the mysterious blonde. Amy couldn't put a finger on it, but there always seemed to be something familiar about the man in the driver's seat. It wasn't anything he said or did, but it his presence that made her feel like she knew him. The car then went to a halt at a stormy beach, as the man quickly went to help the blonde out of the car.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can die." The man asked earnestly, as he helped her walk.

"I'm dying anyways." She replied in a small raspy voice. "This is the only chance we have. I can feel them getting closer as I get weaker."

"I know. I still wish there was some way I could go with you." He said, giving the blonde sad eyes.

She gave him a small smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "I know, and that's why you're the only person I trust to take over everything and make sure I'm okay."

Before he could reply, the girl stopped walking as pain began to surge all throughout her body, making her little voice scream in pure agony, somehow making Amy feel the same. The man quickly grabbed her, making sure she wouldn't fall.

"Do it." Her voice was barely audible.

Without hesitation, he got out some sort of army wake-talkie and said, "Now!"

He then gently grabbed the girl's wrist that had some metal bracelet wrapped around it and pressed a button on it. All of a sudden, a bright light began to shine around the blonde, making the two smile in a goodbye before she disappeared.

Amy sat up in a jolt, putting her hands around her stomach feeling the pain go away. She felt sweat begin to drip as her husband hovered over her in worry.

"You okay?" Rory asked, holding his wife's hands.

She just nodded, not sure if she was or not.

"You really need to tell the Doctor about these dreams. They're starting to turn into nightmares and I don't like it."

"I'm fine. Really." She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he knew her too well to tell whenever she was faking it.

"Amy."

"I'm fine." She insisted in a voice that indicated not to mention it anymore, before getting out of their bed they had whenever they travelled in the TARDIS.

"Where're you going?" He asked, as she took off her nightgown and put some jeans and a t-shirt on.

"To stretch my legs. And don't you dare try to…"

Before she could finish her sentence, everything around them began to shake, making Amy slam into her husband. They then successfully made it to the control room in spite of the ground tumbling beneath them.

"Doctor! What's happening?" She yelled at the man in a bowtie, who was looking at the monitor as electric sparks began to burst around him.

"My favorite Ponds, why are you up so early?" He asked in his goofy manner, trying to not show his worry as he started to press buttons.

"Doctor." Amy said sternly. "Why is the TARDIS shaking like this?"

"No 'Good morning, Doctor how are you doing?' or anything? You really need work on your manners." He tried not to look at the two in front of him.

"Doctor!" Both Ponds yelled.

This made him look up and sigh in a dramatic tone. "Fine. If you must know, the monitor said that another crack opened just a couple minutes ago. I informed it that it was impossible, but of course it didn't listen."

Amy's eyes shot wide as a strange feeling started to form inside her. She quickly shook it off and looked at her best friend. She travelled with him long enough to know when he was trying really hard to gain his composure and not turn to serious and scary Doctor Mode.

"How?" Rory asked beside her. "I thought we made sure they stayed closed when you died the first time. Wait, do you think it's the Silence's doing?"

"I don't know!" The Doctor yelled, letting his frustration out.

"Doctor, what aren't you telling us?" She asked softy as she walked closer to him, who was looking at the screen in disbelief. Then all of a sudden, the TARDIS stopped dead in its tracks.

The Doctor quickly gained his composure and said, while grabbing his jacket and putting it on, "Right. Ponds stay here and guard the fort. If I'm not back in ten minutes then either try to save me or take the ol' girl with you and leave. If I were you, I'd do the last."

"We are not letting you go by yourself, especially after another crack just opened." Amy said determined.

He then grabbed her hand. "Amy, trust me on this, stay here." He said in the serious tone that always scared her.

She reluctantly let him go and sunk in Rory's arms.

"He's to going be fine. If he can survive almost dying in the craziest ways imaginable, then he can survive whatever this is." Her husband said in her ear, trying to comfort his love.

"I know, but I guess I'm still recovering from thinking he was actually dead in the parallel universe. He sure likes to give me heart-attacks." She huffed.

"He wouldn't be the Doctor if he didn't." They both smiled. "Hey, how 'bout I check to see where we are?"

She nodded and sat in a chair, as Rory walked to the monitor

"Huh, this is weird." He said.

"What?"

"It's something in a foreign language. Shouldn't we understand what it's saying?"

"Yeah. What does it say?" She got up and walked towards her husband.

"Darlig Ulv Stranden." He said in a questioning look. "What does that mean?"

The doors then opened as the Doctor walked in with one of the most serious faces Amy had ever seen her best friend wear, carrying an unconscious woman with blonde hair. She gasped and stood back, realizing that is was the same girl from her dreams.

"Bad Wolf." The Doctor said, not leaving his gaze on the girl in his arms. "It means Bad Wolf."

A/N: Was it okay? I'm not quite sure about this, but I really just wanted to test it out. I've really been wanting to write a Rose/Doctor fic for a while because they're seriously one of my all-time fave couples EVER and they deserve to have as much written for them as possible (which I'm SO happy it's like that). So this is just my take on how Rose would meet 11. Sorry of it's alittle ooc, as I said, it's my first attempt so I'm a little rusty. Please tell me if you want me to continue. Oh and I already have the most of the second chapter done, I might just post that also if you guys like it. Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Love :)