DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and the series' creators. I am merely borrowing the characters to breathe life to this nagging story plot bunny idea in my noggin'.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written as a response to a photo challenge writing contest that I joined. I wasn't picked to go to the next round, but that's alright. I hope you enjoy my second attempt at a Doctor Who fic. Don't worry, this one's a finished fic.

SUMMARY: The Doctor found a photo in his jacket pocket with a note on the back asking him to find the girl in the picture, but the only problem is the Doctor doesn't know what the girl in the photo looks like or where she is from. She's an enigma that irked the Doctor's curiosity, especially since she specifically asked him to help her…


PROLOGUE

IT ALL STARTED with a picture.

It was a simple self-portrait snapshot taken inside a room peppered with posters and a bed. The subject of the photo was the photographer herself; a faceless golden brown haired female wearing a loose-necked grey shirt and her face was covered by the camera she used to take the picture. On the back, scribbled in nice calligraphy form, were the words "Find me, Doctor. Save me..."

I have no idea who she was or where she came from. All I know was I found her photo amongst the countless doodah that finds its way in to my pockets somehow. I long ago stopped asking how things ended up in my pockets; I often don't get the answer to that question and it gives me headaches when I think about it too much.

Who was she?

I have no idea.

Where was she from?

I guess I will find that out.

Why did I have her photo slipped in to my jacket pocket?

I will have to find that out myself.

What trouble was she in?

I guess I will find that out too.

First I need to locate the room where and when the photo was taken. It would be tricky, but that was all part of the fun in this little mystery solving. My excitement must've been written all over my face because it was then that my companion, the stubborn redheaded Scottish married to a somewhat meek but likeable nurse fella, made a comment about it.

"I have a feeling wherever you're taking us now I will probably regret it," Amy Pond, my said stubborn redheaded Scottish companion, said after she joined me at the TARDIS' console. Her husband, Rory, was right behind her.

I looked away from the screen where I was busy plotting our coordinates and frowned at her. "If you feel that way then I suggest you do not join me in solving a mystery," I told her.

"What mystery?" Amy asked cocking an eyebrow at me.

Rory was intrigued too and he stepped away from behind his wife and walked around to where I was standing looking at the screen. He noticed the photo of the mysterious girl I left out while I try to get the TARDIS to pinpoint me to where and when exactly that photo was taken.

"Who is she, Doctor?" Rory asked picking up the photo and studying it.

"That is the mystery," I answered without skipping a beat.

Amy moved closer to her husband and plucked the photo from his hand. Rory made a sound of protest, but Amy ignored it and continued to study the photo, turning it around and read the note written on the back side of the photo.

"Is this a cry for help, Doctor?" Amy inquired and showed me the side of the photo with the written note on it.

"I believe so."

"Where did you find this?" Rory asked and plucked the photo back from his wife.

"In my jacket pocket."

"How did it get in to your jacket pocket?" Amy frowned.

"I don't know. I long ago stopped wondering how things end up in my pockets," I answered while busily turning some knobs on the console. Sexy found out the exact time and location the photo was taken and Sexy's taking us there now. "But we'll soon find out what the message was for," I announced before the TARDIS pulled us through the vortex ready to deliver us to our destination.