WARNING: If you have not seen up to season three of the Flash, there will be spoilers.

"Good-night!" I called as I ventured up to my room, not expecting to see anyone outside of my bedroom walls until morning. As I closed the door to my room, I made sure to shut it tightly then dove into the little "cave" that I had created under my bed. My bed was a bunk bed but the lower bunk was empty. Instead, there was a built in desk on one side and 3 shelves on the other. The opening I had covered up with blankets that hung from the top bunk. This cave gave me a bit more privacy considering everyone in my family thought it wise to barge in at absolutely any time in the day never caring to knock. This just made it so I could easily hide whatever it was I didn't want them to see. Whether it be a birthday/Christmas present I was working on, one of my writing pieces that I didn't want them to see, or me doing one of my other few secrets. But either way, if I didn't have this cave, I would be found out multiple times a day by both my parents and bratty younger sister.

Anyway, my apparent "curfew" was 10:00pm every night. This was when I was expected to be in bed. This more than often wasn't the case as I usually stayed up researching acting jobs, reading, or working on one of my writings. Sometimes it was the novel I am currently writing, sometimes it was just a random thought that came to mind, and sometimes it was one of my many fanfictions. This night, it happened to be a fanfiction on one of my many fandoms: Doctor Who. It had me as the main character who found the Doctor in her yard late at night. Eventually she became his companion.

As I was writing, I stole a glance at the digital watch strapped around my wrist and saw it was a little past midnight. Dang it. I thought. I should probably get to bed. As I turned off my computer, I suddenly heard a sound. It started out faint but then got gradually louder. I ducked out from under the bed and went over to my bed to see what all the rachet was. As I pearled out the window, my eyes widened. A smile grew on may face, my heart picked up pace. I just about slapped myself to see if I was dreaming. Outside, in the middle of my front lawn, a large blue box stood. I could barely stand. For a second I was petrified with excitement (if that's even a thing). In my head I was thinking, He's here. He's actually here. After all these years of dreaming for him to come, he's finally here. I knew he was real. It took me a couple of seconds to recover, but as soon as I did, I quickly ran out of my room, careful not to wake my parents or sister (whom I knew was asleep because I could clearly hear snoring.), sprinted down the stairs, stopped for a second at the door to take a deep breath and try to remain calm, then threw open the door and walked out. It was a good thing I had followed my rule: always dress as if the Doctor were to appear on your front doorstep and you have no time to get ready because finally, here he was.

Before I even stepped foot outside I told myself, "Amanda, you are an actress. You have been preparing for this for years and now's your chance. So throw that social anxiety aside, walk out there, and pretend you have no idea who this strange man is or what this blue box really is, because if he sees that you are the crazy fangirl you really are, it isn't likely he'll take you with him, and that would be horrible. You are an actress. You can do this."

I walked out with a confused look on my face and stepped back when the TARDIS doors opened revealing a young man who looked to be in his twenties. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Can you tell me what year it is?"

Yes! I thought excitedly. Boy am I lucky. This is the 11th Doctor who just so happened to be my favorite out of the twelve. And by the looks of it, this is during that stretch of time when he had no companion after Amy and Rory were touched by the weeping angels. Oh, Ponds! I miss you!

"Um, are you alright?" The Doctor asked.

I then realized that tears had started to fall down my cheeks. "Oh, Doctor, I am so sorry!" I nearly sobbed. Fresh tears quickly made their way down my face.

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. "Shhh, shhh. It's alright. Sorry about what? What's wrong? Did I come at a bad time?"

"No!" I said quickly. "Your timing couldn't be better. I think. Wait, would you like to come inside? By the way, it's April 3, 2017 Vancouver Washington."

"2017! Oh, great year. And, yes, I would love to come in, thank you." He smiled that smile I have come to love. I can't believe that the first time I saw him I thought he was this weirdo imposter that screwed up the show by taking David Tennet's place. I never knew he would grow to be my favorite. Oh, Matt Smith I love you. Then I had to remind myself that the man standing next to me was not Matt Smith but merely a man who looked axactly like him whose real name only one person knew but he went by the Doctor.

As we walked into the house, I walked down the dark hall leading to the kitchen then turned on a light. Oh no. I thought. No tea, crumpets, fish sticks, or custard. What kind of a Doctor Who fan am I if I don't have any of his favorite food? "So, can I get you something to drink?" I asked the time lord.

"Do you have any tea?"

"We don't drink tea."

"I'all just have water then. Oh, and by any chance do you have fish sticks and custard?"

I slowly shook my head. "We would, but my mom's trying to stay on a diet."

"Ah, that's fine."

I grabbed both me and him a glass of water, then, handing one to him, we both took a seat at the bar. "My name's Amanda by the way. Amanda Reid." I stuck out my hand for him to shake. For a second, it seemed like I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes, but a split second later it was gone.

"Nice to meet you." He shook my hand.

"I like your bow tie by the way. Bow ties are cool." Inside joke.

"Thanks, they really are aren't they?"

We sat there in an awkward silence for a few seconds, then he said, "This is different."

"What is?" I asked.

"Usually when I meet someone new right after I park the TARDIS, they ask about a million questions. You, barely a word."

I smiled. Dang it. I should of been asking him questions. Playing dumb. Whatever, it's not like I was telling him everything I knew or asking for his autograph or anything (which I desperately wanted to do). "I guess I'm just not in the mood to ask questions. Although, I do have to ask you, why are you alone?"

"My friends were taken from me recently."

I was right about what point this was at in the show. I nodded in understanding. "I miss them."

"What?"

"Uh, I mean I bet you miss them." Dang it. One more slip up and I might as well be telling him I knew everything about him.

"I should probably be going soon."

"Wait, can I go with you?"

He hesitated for a second but then said, "Sure." He instantly hopped up and headed for the door. "Well come on then!" He beckoned me to follow him.

I grinned and excitedly followed him, silently wondering if he knew I was only thirteen.

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Please review and tell me what you think, if I should've gone a different direction with this or what. This is really based on what would happen if the TARDIS appeared in my front yard and how I would react. Although, now that I'm rethinking it, I'm wondering if I should've had it so I told the Doctor all I knew about him but didn't tell him why. I don't know, tell me what you think.