Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, if I did, I would have David Tennant, Matt Smith and John Borrowman locked in my college dorm. HIT IT DOC! *Doctor Who theme song kicks in*

Abia Rhea MacDonald sat in her dorm room. Her pillow was soaked with tears that were caused by kids in her building. Just because she was different, they made fun of her. They didn't like her because she liked the SyFy channel and she was smart. Very smart, actually. She had the highest grades in every class. For the most part she ignored everyone but that can only get you so far.

She knew what would make her feel better…she went over to her laptop and typed in a website and up popped every Doctor Who episode ever. She smiled, clicking on the latest season that had just passed. As she watched Amy scream at her wedding and the sound indicating that the TARDIS was landing, she lowered the volume because something felt odd. The noise was louder then it should've been. She looked back and forth for a moment before grabbing her shoes and keys. She ran to the balcony and looked down into the courtyard.

"You have got to be shitting me!" she whispered, running towards the steps before flying down them and out into the courtyard.

"Where's the fire, Abi." The person at the desk called.

"I don't know yet." She called back.

As she approached the TARDIS, she couldn't help but laugh. Let the people at school call her crazy now! She wondered idly, if the door was open. She pushed against it and found that it was, in fact, locked.

"Well, I guess, Time Lords worry about their technology getting stolen, which makes sense because every lovely bit of machinery in there could change the world as we know it." she whispered and the TARDIS hummed at her in response.

"Yes, you are a lovely bit of dimension in time and space." She patted the box affectionately.

She wandered around the box and wondered if she should kick the door in but a) she didn't want to hurt herself, b) that would be mean, c) she didn't want to break it and d) she recalled that the Doctor's ninth regeneration plainly stated to Rose that the assembled hordes of Genghis Kahn couldn't get through the door and, apparently, they've tried. So she decided to do the nice thing, she was an all-around nice person but stupidity was a growing epidemic in this country and she had to handle it the only way she knew how…sarcasm. She knocked on the door.

"Doctor?"

She didn't get a response but the TARDIS hummed at her and she took it as "Step aside."

She moved to the side of the TARDIS just in time, because the doors were flung open and the Doctor was seemingly thrown out of the box.

"AHHHH! OW!" he yelled as he landed hard on his shoulder.

He sat up and looked at the TARDIS. "What was that for?"

The TARDIS hummed at him and he looked around until his eyes fell upon Abia.

"Oh, hello, sorry you had to see that. My phone box can be temperamental." He said, hopping up.

"Well, maybe if you didn't repeatedly hit her with things, she wouldn't be that way." Abia said, laughing as he brushed grass of himself. "Really, Doctor, how you can be that violent to your designated driver is beyond me."

"I am the designated driver." he said, slightly angry. "I am the oncoming…"

"Storm." She said, holding her hands up. "We know."

The Doctor looked at her, confused. "Who are you? And how do you know so much?"

Abia leaned against the TARDIS and said. "I'm Abia."

"Abbey?"

"No. Abia. A-B-I-A." she said, smiling. "I do a lot of reading."

"Reading?"

Abia nodded. "Torchwood needs better ways to block their files."

"Well if you know so much," he said, standing in front of her. "Give me a brief description of the TARDIS."

Abia smiled wider. This was a topic she knew well.

"Well, you were coming back from 1969, I believe and you fried the chameleon circuit, which caused it to be stuck as a British Police Call Box from the 50s, the only difference is that the windows are too small."

He looked impressed. "What does it stand for?"

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Named such, because it is in fact, another dimension."

"Very good." He said. "Trick question, he began. Which regeneration am I?"

"The eleventh." She said. "You always have a companion. But it doesn't matter what they are…they can be alien, human or a tin dog. You are sweet, maybe…compassionate, I suppose, but that is never to be mistaken for nice, especially when it comes to the happiness of your companions. Since your ninth regeneration you have had four companions. The first, Rose Tyler, the second Martha Jones, the third Donna Noble and the fourth Amelia Pond and her now husband Rory Williams. Speaking of which, where are they?"

"They decided to go on a honeymoon." he said.

"Oh. Anyway, where was I…Oh right, talking about you." Abia said, "You came first in jiggery pokery." She laughed. "You saw the fall of Troy, World War V, you pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party, and you almost died in a dungeon in Cardiff." She began ticking them off on her fingers. "In nine hundred years you were never once slapped by some one's mother. You prefer to use your sonic screwdriver over any weapon because you're screwdriver doesn't harm, mame or kill. You are a very peaceful man but you can be cruel when necessary. When you really think about it, you communicate through blowing things up." She walked towards him, he had been nodding as she said all of this and sat in the grass, indicating for him to sit next to her. "You can see all that is…all that was…and all that is yet to come and it drives you crazy." He looked at her and indicated for her to continue. "You can be rude and you want to be a ginger in one of your regenerations. You have a morbid curiosity when it goes to big threatening red buttons that should never ever, ever be pressed. When within the first fifteen hours of your regeneration cycle, if you lose a limb, it'll grow back." She pointed to his hand. "Correctomundo is a word you have only used once and never have again. You became the imaginary friend of an eventual French aristocrat, Reinette Poisson, and later kissed her. "

"Alright, that's enough." he said, lying down.

"My turn for a question, Space man," she said. "What are you doing in Pennsylvania, leastwise the United States?"

"I haven't the slightest idea." He said, "Where are we exactly?"

"University Place courtyard, Kutztown University in Kutztown, Pennsylvania. More specifically, Maxatawny, Berks County. Or as I call it, Bumblefuck." She said.

"Something doesn't make sense here."

"Can we go poke it with a stick?" she asked.

"Okay, but…" he said, in warning. " Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off."

"With all due respect, Doctor, I live here. How about you don't wander off."

"Good point." He stood and walked into the TARDIS, Abia following close behind him.

"This is really cool." Was all she said.

The Doctor smiled and looked over at the screen hanging from a rafter. "Where's that?"

Abia looked at the screen for a moment and said. "Well that's the SUB so that is the Rickdenbach Learning Center." She said. "It's on the south side of the campus."

"Do you know how to get there?"

"I have class on the second floor there every Monday, Wednesday and Friday." She said.

"Right." He said. "Let's go."

"Allons-y." Abia muttered, leading the way.

"Is this campus built on a hill?" he asked, as they began to walk up an incline.

"Wweeelllllll more of a mountain." She said, shrugging.

"Nice school, though." He said.

"That's why I picked it." She swung her arm out. "Wait, a lot of kids got hit crossing this street and it's dark, we have to be careful."

He was already halfway across the street. "Or we can play Frogger." She groaned, as she ran to catch up with him. "This way." She grabbed his hand, dragging him down a small flight of steps and across another street.

He was looking around, pointing at things with his sonic screwdriver. "Have you always been this weird?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"No…that's recent…wwwweellllll, never mind." He said, allowing himself to be led.