A/N A Doctor Who fic.. It starts with the 10th Doctor, the changes to the 11th Doctor. I wrote the most of this more than a year ago, on my old Quizilla account. I reread it, and liked it so I wanted to continue it. I think it was originally gonna be a two parter, and if I can fit the story in to another chapter it will be, or it will be three chapter max, probably. And I'll probably finish it quick, seeing as Doctor Whos on att the mo.

Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, the only character I own is Tori and Johnes

She opened her eyes and took in the sights. The lights, oh all the lights mounted on top of high painted black cylinders. And the lights, shining out from the windows, shops windows, windows above shops. From the moon, reflecting light from the sun.

But the lights that were brightest danced in front of her eyes. They were always there. Dancing, spinning, twirling, mocking her. No one believed her, when she told them about the lights.

Ha, ha dear. They'd laugh.

Yes, Ingrid. It was funny the first time.

Not now Ingrid, love! Stop being so silly all the time!

Then they started ignoring her, every time she tried. She was taken to the opticians, to the doctors to the physiatrists, but no more. She couldn't stand it anymore, them talking about her behind her back, no, now in front of her!

So she ran away. She tried to run away from the light, she wanted to find the darkness. But she couldn't find it. In London, the only spots of darkness are in dark alleyways, but only tramps, rapists, murders those whose lives were shrouded in darkness lurked there.

What was she then? Was she just like them, better than them? Oh who was she trying to fool?

She was Ingrid Victoria Rose Ackerman. A stupid rich girl who ran away from home. Ingrid shivered in her black long sleeved top and black skinny jeans. It was cold; the wind picked up the litter on the floor and pushed it around. But it was too bright. The lights, Ingrid wanted them gone. Hugging her knees, she leant against the back of the bench and shut her eyes. At least now, the lights were gone. Her eyelids blocked them out.

"Lights. There always seems to be some on in London. It's not as bad as in New York though. New York, the city that never sleeps." A male voice said beside her.

Ingrid's eyes snapped open, alarmed. The lights blinded her for a second, when they cleared she saw a young man with slightly messy brown hair wearing a long brown coat sitting on the bench next to her.

"Who - who the hell are you?" she snapped, just managing to stop herself from saying: and what right do you have to talk to me? It was hard enough holding back the stupid posh remarks and trying to change her posh accent, which was hard seeing as she'd had elocution lessons from a young age.

"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor," the man stuck out his hand. Out of habit Ingrid shook it, and introduced herself.

"I'm… Tori … Acker…" Ingrid, well Tori as she preferred, introduced herself. Tori was what her best friend used to call her, and the Ackerman's were too famous. If they'd said she was missing they'd probably offer a reward and lots of people would be on the lookout.

"Tori Acker really? Chilly night, tonight. What are you doing out in the cold?"

Tori stayed silent. What had he said before? Something about lights? Did – did he know? If so who was this man really?

As if they could sense they were being spoken about the bright lights flickered obscuring her vision for a moment.

"Hello? Tori? You there?" The man - well the Doctor as he'd introduced himself (what did that even mean? Was he a doctor of something?) – was waving his hand in front of Tori's face. "You looked a little blank just then,"

How rude! He was insulting her! Tori stood up.

"It was nice talking to you and all, Doctor, but I have to go now," She turned and started walking down the street. She heard the Doctor stand up behind her.

"But you don't have any where to go, do you Ingrid Victoria Rose Ackerman? You ran away from home a couple of days ago." The Doctors tone was different, it was softer. Tori turned around.

"How do you know about that?" She exclaimed.

"Your parents have gone to the police about your disappearance and it's all over the news," the Doctor explained.

"Oh…" It made sense. "Did my parents hire you? To find me?"

"Nope," The Doctor put his hands in his pockets and stepped forward. "You should go home Ingrid. Your parents are worried."

"Of course they're worried." She said sarcastically, pushing her fringe away from her face. "If they're worried it's only because it would look good for the media!"

"Ingrid, you should believe that your parents love you,"

If they loved her, they wouldn't take any chance they could to mock her would they? She wouldn't always be pushed to walk in her elder sister's shadow, would she? But she couldn't say that out loud to this stranger she'd only met a couple of minutes ago. Tori opened her mouth the say something and the lights twirled across her field of vision distracting her. The Doctor frowned seeming to be looking at the lights as well. But he wouldn't be. As she'd learnt before she was the only one who could see them.

"Ingrid, what-"

"Don't call me Ingrid!" Tori interrupted. "That's a stupid name for little fat girls with bowl cut hair styles who stuff themselves with chocolates day and night!"

The Doctor laughed, causing Tori to smile. He had a nice light laugh. The smile was quickly wiped off her face when she heard a voice shouting her name.

"Ingrid? Ingrid Ackerman?"She looked to the left. A black car stopped and Mr Peter Johnes, one of her parent's employees, stepped out. "There you are! You're parents have been so worried!" Johnes rushed over to her, and pulled her towards the car. Reluctantly she followed but just before she got in the car she looked back at the Doctor.

"Good luck, Tori!" he called waving.

A while later

The lights were getting worse. She'd failed her GCSE's. Those lights had been flaring up, and dancing around, seeming to mock Ingrid. Ha, ha, Ingrid. Why do you want us gone? Look, aren't we entertaining? She imagined them laughing at her. Of course, her parents had been very angry. All those private tutors, on top of a brilliant school, down the drain.

But they had to keep face. So they pretended she'd done well, and put on their smiling faces for a party they had planned well before, to celebrate the 85th anniversary of Ackerman Jewels Inc. Lots of their closest acquaintances and customers were there. Even the Prime Minister of London, was there. But Ingrid didn't really care about him. He was just a posh liar.

That was part of the reason she'd slipped out, and was walking through the garden. Mostly on her own, though some guard occasionally popped his head round from the front of the house to see if any gate crashers had come.

Tori pulled a leaf out of her hair and sat down onto the damp grass, not looking forward to the prospect of being shouted at for ruining it, but not wanting to get up either. No one could see her at the moment though, so it was fine.

Then a rustle came from the bushes. Tori stiffened. She reached around for a weapon, and realized the only weapons around were twigs and leafs. Two bushes were pulled apart and a young man stepped out from in between them. He looked over at Tori and smiled.

"Hello! It's nice to see you again!"

Her eyes widened and she hastily stood up, backing away, back to the house. She didn't remember ever meeting this man. He had floppy brown hair, a mildly attractive face, and was straightening his bow tie which had gone crooked thanks to the bush.

"Who are you?" Tori asked.

The man looked confused for a second, and then he seemed to remember something.

"Oh right! You knew me before, when I looked more like this!" He spiked the front of his hair up and a memory flickered in the back of Tori's mind before another rustle came from the bushes and a young woman emerged.

"Doctor? Where is this?" She plucked a leaf from her ginger hair, and looked around, spotting Tori.

"Doctor? What – that guy from London? On the bench? With the coat?" Tori exclaimed. The Doctor laughed and clapped his hands together.

"Aha, you've got it! Tori, this is Amy Pond, Amy, this is Ingrid Victoria Rose Ackerman." He quickly introduced them, and then whipped something out from his suit pocket, which he immediately began shining at Tori, it emitted a green light and a faint whirring noise. She squinted as those lights suddenly burst up, obscuring her vision, completely for a second. All pure white, no sound just lights, just white but there was something, there was a –

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"-ri? Tori?"

She opened her eyes. She was lying flat on the grassy floor, with Amy and the Doctor bending over her, worry on their faces. What was that? It was like… voices… That had never happened before.

"Oh dear…" The Doctor said quietly. Tori sat up, slightly dizzy. He walked a slight distance away, muttering to himself, and tapping the sonic screwdriver against his nose.

"Are you alright?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I dunno what that was. Wait -"

"Tori!" The Doctor spun on his heel and strode back to where Tori was standing. "You see lights, don't you? Little bright, wibbly things?" Tori could see Amy staring curiously at her, frowning slightly, but the most of her attention was on the man in front of her. He was speaking in a quite low voice, looking intently at her. How did he know about the lights? No one else had even believed about them.

"Yes," Tori replied.

He looked straight in her eyes for a couple of seconds more, almost as if he was searching for something, then turned to the house and began speaking rather animatedly.

"Ah, a party! I love parties. Haven't been to one in a while – "

"Wait Doctor? You know about the lights? What are they? Can you tell me?"

The Doctor didn't say anything for a second then –

From inside the house, someone screamed.