Considering my favorite TV show is on hiatus for eight months, what better thing is there to do except write fanfiction about it? :D I'm taking a stab at writing my own Doctor Who adventures, with an original companion. I'll be writing about the Eleventh Doctor because he's my favorite and I'm still in complete denial over his regeneration (shh shh it never happened.) This is my first try at writing science fiction of any kind, so please bear with me here ;)

Click-clack went the keys of Kayleigh's computer as she typed. Or at least, tried to type. She'd been sitting staring at her laptop screen for three hours, trying vainly to come up with some words. But it was to no avail. All she had was blank pages, tear-stained tissues and about a hundred empty cans of Coca Cola. (Thank Jesus for Coke. Its caffeine was the only thing that got her through the days most of the time). Being a writer was hard. Being a writer with no ideas was harder. But being a writer with no ideas under a deadline was the hardest of all.

It had seemed like a dream come true when Pennet Publishing Company had unearthed her self-published collection of short stories from university and then said "We want you to write us a novel." What undiscovered, struggling writer didn't want that? But then the dream had quickly turned into a nightmare. Kayleigh was now writing on someone else's schedule, and it didn't agree with her. Her editor, a terror of a man called Mr. Davidson, wanted a rough draft in a month and a half and Kayleigh had yet to outline a single word.

"This is useless." Kayleigh sighed. She gently closed her laptop and pulled her glasses off her face, rubbing her tired eyes. "I can never write a novel."

It might have been easier if the publishing company had given her more guidance as to what the book should be about. They hadn't specified if it should be a young adult, a dystopian, a romance. Kayleigh had no clue where to start. She was pretty good at fiction, with romance being a strong point. But realistic romance wasn't very interesting to her. There had to be something special about it. Maybe aliens? Star crossed lovers? Star crossed aliens in love?

Kayleigh groaned and stood up. She grabbed her multitude of soda cans and switching off her desk light. She headed up the stairs and began to get ready for bed. She changed into her pajamas and turned off all the lights on the upstairs floor before climbing into bed. But no matter how tired she felt, no sleep would come. Insomnia sucked. She lay there in bed as the minutes ticked by. You'd think all these sleepless nights would help further along her novel, but apparently not.

"Pointless." Kayleigh grumbled, flinging the duvet off herself and getting out of bed. She wrapped her arms tight around her torso to warm up and walked over to the window, looking out at the nighttime street. She lived in a suburb of Dublin, Ireland, on a sleepy little street in the middle of town. Everything was a five minute walk away from her house. Nothing ever happened there. Well, nothing of any importance, really. Maybe that's why she was so uninspired. She lived in a boring place and never went anywhere. What was there to be inspired by?

Suddenly, a flashing light nearly blinded Kayleigh and she raised a hand to her eyes to cover them. She squinted through the light but could see nothing through it. Distantly, she heard a faint screeching noise, like squeaky brakes in a car. Rrrr rrrrr rrrrr. Watch some car have broken down outside. And because she was a polite Irish girl, she'd have to go and help them, despite knowing nothing about cars. Damn being raised with good manners.

Kayleigh grabbed her cardigan from where it was hanging on her bedrail and flung it around her shoulders. She clopped down the stairs and went to the front door, grabbing slippers and putting them on her feet. She knew she looked at complete mess, but she really didn't care. Whoever was out there could handle her appearance; it was the middle of the bloody night.

"This is a recipe for disaster." Kayleigh said as she went (She talked an awful lot to herself.) "Tomorrow's newspaper will read Foolish Girl in Dublin is Brutally Murdered After Trying to Fix Vehicles. Fantastic plan, Kayleigh, fantastic plan."

The girl opened the door and stepped outside, shivering uncontrollably as she went. It was a typical Irish spring, chilly and wet. A light spattering of rain hit Kayleigh's head and she pulled her sweater up over her head to try and cover herself.

"I'm actually insane. And I don't even see a car!" She exclaimed, doing a total 180 and looking around.

"It's not a car!" someone cried indignantly. "Don't listen to her, Sexy dear. You're much better than a car."

Kayleigh froze and turned around slowly, her heart thudding. Parked right behind her was a big blue police box. Leaning against the box was a man; a tall lanky guy wearing a red bow tie and matching suspenders.

"Hello." He said genially, as if it wasn't the middle of the night and they weren't right next to a relic from the 1950s. "How're you?"

Kayleigh said nothing, narrowing her eyes and seizing him up. He didn't look particularly strong, taller than her yes, but stronger, no. Kayleigh might've been little, but she could punch somebody if the need arose. At least, she hoped she could.

"Were you just talking to your box?" she asked hesitantly.

The man spun on his heels, his bright blue eyes twinkling in the silvery light from the moon.

"Yep! One time she talked back, only once. That was a fun day! Wish you could've been there."

Kayleigh took a tiny step back, increasing the space between them. This guy was obviously a madman and she needed to get out of here right now. Maybe she'd be quick enough to call the police.

"Do you happen to know where I am?" he continued, looking around him with interest. "It's very pretty, wherever we are. Quite green. I was aiming for the Seventh Moon of the Muvzoo galaxy, but I think I might've overshot that a bit. My TARDIS is a bit hard to maneuver, ya know."

Kayleigh understood maybe a third of that sentence at best. What on earth was a TARDIS? The Muvzoo galaxy; she didn't remember learning about that one in science class. And how the hell did he not know where he was?

"We're in Dublin, Ireland."

"Ah, excellent! I love that country! Not exactly where I was trying to go, obviously, but this is quite nice too. What year are we in?"

"2013…." Kayleigh said wonderingly. Was he drunk? Smoking something? Just plain mad? Kayleigh couldn't tell.

"Well, since you don't have a car I need to help you fix, I'm just going to go back in now." She said, beginning to walk away.

"No, wait!" he said hurriedly, lunging over and grabbing her hand. "Usually the TARDIS brings me places I need to go, even if I don't know it. So has anything strange happened around here lately?"

"Unless you count some spectacularly awful attempts at writing a novel as strange, the answer is no." Kayleigh said with a sigh.

"A novel, eh? That's interesting. I once helped write some novels, you know. Old Dickens didn't get his ghost ideas from nowhere. Not that I got any credit, mind."

He was a crackpot. Kayleigh whirled around and hurriedly walked away.

"Goodnight. Leave my property at once or I'm calling the police."

"Wait, I didn't even get your name!"

"Don't care!"

"Mine's the Doctor!"

"Didn't ask!"

Back inside, Kayleigh locked all her doors. She hadn't noticed until now that her hands were shaking. That meeting had rattled her. Maybe she was asleep or something; she'd always had extremely vivid dreams. And besides, what kind of name was "Doctor" anyway? Doctor Who?

Blah, I think it's a pretty weak first chapter. And the ending line…ugh I'm cheesy. Anyhow, tell me if you think it's worth continuing. And reviews are rather lovely things ;D