"Where to go this time?" asked the Doctor himself. He was getting used to talking to himself, Amy and Rory got married and he was back in space, on his own. He made a few trips to all kinds of planets, saved the galaxies a few times, but to be honest, he was starting to get kind of bored. He missed someone to talk to, a friend. He pushed a few buttons and flew his TARDIS back to earth, the year 2012.

The TARDIS landed and the Doctor took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll visit Martha for a while. As long as she hasn't moved away. Or forgot me,' he sighed. He opened the doors and was just about to walk outside when he heard a girl swearing. He stood still and awkwardly asked if she was alright.

"What the fuck is this blue piece of shit doing here."

The doctor walked outside and saw a skinny brunette standing a right in front of the TARDIS. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something but then forget what he wanted to say. He was too busy staring at her. He noticed that she was wearing a lot of black make-up around her eyes. She was wearing a tiny skirt and ripped tights. She wore dr. Martens and a Nirvana t-shirt.

"Um… I-" stammered the Doctor. "It's a police box…"

"Yeah I noticed that." The girl looked at the Doctor and especially at his bow tie. "Nice tie, weirdo."

The Doctor smiled and flipped his hair back. "Thank you! I wear bow ties now. Bow ties are cool,"

The girl glared at him. "Alright… Well, I really need to-" her eyes grew bigger as she looked behind the Doctor. The doors of the TARDIS were open and the girl saw the huge console.

"What the fuck…" She looked at him and took a step back. "What the fuck are you?"

"Hey! Hush now, easy with the swearing! I'm the Doctor."

The girl pushed the Doctor aside and walked inside the TARDIS. She looked around and her mouth fell open. "What the hell is this…"

"It's a spaceship." The Doctor also walked into the TARDIS and run towards the console. He turned around and threw his hands in the air. "My spaceship."

The girl laughed out loud and pointed at him. "So that makes you some sort of fucking alien. My god is this a joke?"

"I'm a Time Lord."

"No shit. So, what's the purpose of this… thing."

"It's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

"I'm no fucking rocket scientist, alright. English please."

"Oh. Erm, well I guess that a time machine will define it."

"Oh my god this is insane. You're kidding, right."

"No, I'm not." The Doctor liked this girl. She was different from all the other companions he ever had. This girl was unique. "Erm, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

"Chelsea. And what kind of doctor are you?"

"Chelsea. Wonderful. I'm just the Doctor." The Doctor tried to impress Chelsea by pressing some buttons. "So, Chelsea, what do you think."

"What."

"Do you want to come with me?"

Chelsea smiled and yelled, "oh yes, of course!"

"Really? Amazi-…"

"No, who the fuck do you think I am. I'm Chelsea fucking Turner. Fucking creep."

Chelsea laughed and turned around. She walked away.

"Chelsea, wait!" The Doctor came after her. He really wanted her to come with him. He had this feeling about her, she was going to be magnificent. She was going to be great. "Please come with me. It's a time machine. A space ship. Just one trip. I'll bring you back after that, safe and sound, as if you never left at all." Chelsea glared at him. He could see her thinking. "What do I have to do to win your trust?"

Chelsea stared in front of her. She looked at the TARDIS. The magical blue box. She looked at the Doctor. His weird hair and retro clothing.

"You're fucking crazy." she whispered. "I'm fucking crazy. Oh my god. Let's go, then."

The Doctor smiled and ran back into the TARDIS.

"Allons-y, Chelsea!"