Disclaimer – *I do not own Doctor Who or its characters. BBC does.*
I only own my OC, well, and this story.
So, this is the first chapter of a very long story, I hope. It is set after The Time of the Doctor. Now, we all know that the Eleventh Doctor regenerated and our beloved TV show has a new Doctor.
But, you listen closely. And imagine…
What if Time Lords had their own version of Paradise?

What if whenever a Time Lord regenerates, his past self gets his mind, or as I prefer to see it, his soul uploaded somewhere?
Somewhere where they could be happy. Where they could have their own everlasting happy ending.
Still following the idea? Yeah? Okay.

Come on then, let's get started…

Chapter 1

"Why?" I muttered to myself.

The wind outside startled me when it caused my window to open in a sudden. Confused, I opened my eyes while I raised to a sitting position in my bed.

"My bed. Bedroom… right."

Trying to wake up once and for all, I looked around and got a glimpse of the clock at my right.

"So . . . 4 am . . . night time then," I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

It felt like my throat was sore somehow. After noticing how dry my mouth was, I licked my lips.

"Thirsty, okay, but first…" I said, looking at the opened window.

I went to close it and as soon as I did, the sound of the heavy rain falling down diminished.

I could not stop myself from watching the drops fall. The phenomenon fascinated me. It was beautiful. At this hour, there was nobody in the street. It was empty.

Like Time itself had stopped just to let us cry our worries and fears.

"Maybe it's crying too," I mused, my eyes flying to a sky that was pouring down rivers of drops.

These moments. They always sent me to another world. My imagination world where I could get lost in my thoughts and dreams without anyone to bother me. Minutes passed until I finally realized something was wrong. I felt weird. I knew I was sad.

"But why?' I frowned, thinking with my forehead pressed into the cold window.

There was another feeling tingling inside. And besides that, my breath was accelerated. When I placed a hand on my chest my heart was beating like crazy. I looked like I had been running.

"Running…"

The word escaped me and threw me back to my latest dream. It was all still floating in my mind; waiting to be remembered.

Running. I was running. But why was I running? I thought, raising my head from the glass.

Flashes of blurred images began to invade my head. A memory of pain first, an electric shock. I felt it everywhere, but mostly in my heart.

Then I fell. Then I saw him. Him with a surprised face. Taking my hand and screaming "run" as an army of Judoons chased us. We reached the TARDIS and travelled to somewhere.

A forest. We were in a forest. Smiling to myself, I passed a hand through my short dark hair.

The trees were speaking. I knew it even though I did not understood what they were saying. All was full of life and, in a way, the forest also lived.

Voices echoed around me when we locked eyes. A bow tie black with white dots. It was cool indeed. He was wearing his tweed jacket with black pants.

"Who are you? How are you here?" he narrowed his eyes and started walking toward me. "Answer me, who are you?"

"I talked to him."

I gasped, taking a step back and bringing myself to the present. I covered my mouth, incredulous with the reality of the words I had pronounced. The impossibility of the whole situation made me start to doubt my own sanity, despite that I kept on scratching my memories in search of the truth.

I hurried to grab my notebook and a pen from my bag, feeling the memories fresh in my head. My eyes, still heavy, began to get lighter as my excitement grew. After turning on the lamp next to my bed, I managed to keep the notebook steady in my lap and started writing.

"Alma, I'm Alma."

The Doctor took out his sonic and waved it around me. Probably not wanting to talk to a being without knowing his species, I thought.

"Doctor!"

I called his attention. As soon as he heard his name, he stopped with the sonic movements.

"You are the Doctor, am I right?"

He nodded 'yes' with his big eyes wide open.

"I do not know where I am or how I got here. But I'm not complaining anyway."

A nervous smile crossed my lips. I took a step forward to poke his chest slowly.

"You're okay. You're here. And you're okay. How can you be okay?"

Amy's words crossing my mind for an instance.

"What do you mean?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but he kept on talking before I could react.

"How do you know me?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

Then he gave a quick look at the sonic results and gasped.

"How can you be human?"

Approaching his eyes to mine, the Doctor analysed me with a frown in his face.

"You cannot be human. Not here. Not now."

He muttered in a low voice, leaving very little space between our faces. I gulped with eyes wide-open and felt a warm sensation reaching my cheeks.

Perfect, I'm blushing, I thought.

Finally, when it was no longer possible to stand his stare, I started talking.

"I don't really know you, well I do, but not personally, well I do know a lot about you, but I never met you in person," I babbled nervously.

Due to the close proximity between us, my voice started getting so low it was almost impossible to hear.

"You shouldn't be okay, well, you shouldn't exist in the first place, you know? However you do seem real enough to me. I'm guessing if you exist then everything else is true. But you've regenerated, Doctor, right? So you shouldn't be you, not with that face I mean."

I took a deep breath to calm myself and think a bit about what was happening.

"I'm not real, you idiot!"

His unexpected roughness confused me and without thinking, I took a step back. He didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't care enough to stop talking.

"What do you mean, 'everything else is true'? What are you talking about? You're not making any sense!"

"This," he said gesturing to me, "is not making any sense! You cannot be something from my imagination. I would know if you were. I thought this dimension was reserved for me. How can anyone else be here? This is not fair!"

His green stare was mad. It was scary, a lot scarier in person.

I couldn't understand. What was he talking about? His imagination? Dimension reserved for him? What was happening here? Why does he look so angry?

The Doctor in the TV show used to be kind and gentle. Well, not all the time, I know. What I'm saying is, that he never reacted like this without specific and justified reasons. And from what I remembered, there was nothing I could've done to make him angry.

"Why are you angry?"

The question came out suddenly. And as soon as it did, I pressed my lips tight shut and looked at a tree behind him, unsure how he would react.

"What?" he asked approaching me once more. "What do you mean? No! Wait! That's not the point!"

He hit his forehead twice in a row like he used to do so many times in the series.

"Only a human would ask that. Only my humans used to care enough to ask," he mumbled to himself.

Still staring at me with a look so full of rage and angst that made my stomach hurt.

"But you're not human. There is no possible way of you being human. There are no humans here. I am alone. You cannot be human!" He finished with his eyes narrowed at me.

The last sentence had been said in a low, threatening, and uncertain tone. His eyes, though, showed a different emotion than before. It almost looked like hope.

Wow! You made it to the end! A big shout out to you, you beauty.

That was the first one. What did you think? Was it good enough to earn a review from you? Yeah? Pretty please?

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I do hope you liked it, for real.

Second chapter coming in a couple of days.

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