So I decided to start on a new story hopefully this one sticks and you guys like it. So go on don't let me stop you from reading. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who or its characters just bree and any characters that I come with. The poem was donated by my friend Raine44354.

Timeless Seconds

There are stars in the dark that will never dull,

Never dim, they shine until the End.

Hundreds of years pass and they still sing on.

Yet this ignorant planet, this tiny little world turns,

Only one ever feeling it,

No one notices the stars; no one saw the change,

But I did.

I saw the world and the stars change,

All but a nightmare to others but memories to me.

The same laughing face, everyone looks the same,

The giant star, a shooting diamond,

Dark figures, Weeping Angels.

I saw extermination, I saw time itself, I saw rebirth.

Regenerating the time and stars,

One through eleven, always there but never the same.

Destruction of life as we know it,

When there were wars with gas masked children asking for their mothers.

History changed, put back, and changed again.

Historic places affected all by one force.

The entire world's knowledge in one place,

That place drowning in the shadows of the past.

"Hey! Who turned out the lights?"

But then it's all gone,

The earth, the stars, the people.

Gone with a violent bang when no one was watching,

And in seconds it came back again.

Why is time even in place?

It's just a big ball of string covered in what has, will, and is happening.

I can't blink; I can't stop counting the shadows to make sure I'm alone.

I keep seeing things that don't fit.

A captain, a displaced rose, a doctor, and a bad wolf.

There's a deep bellowing hum that never leaves,

The painful crying fills my mind, though it never covers the reoccurring noise.

Bum, bum, bum, bum.

Four beats, two pounding hearts.

The louder it gets the closer they are, I am, to the surface.

All these things seem normal to me,

And yet I'm becoming like them.

It's all turning into a dream.

These timeless seconds,

Singing stars,

All this means is one thing in the end.

It's time to wake up from this madness.

But I don't want to awaken,

This dream, if it is a dream anymore,

Is too real and though it seems dark and terrible.

Let me sleep, just a bit longer,

So I can stop repeating –

So I can stop repeating myself,

Let me sleep till the stars die out,

And someone notices.

Let the wedding bells sound,

And life return to the duck-less pond.

Let the explosions take place,

Have Pandora's box open.

Contact the singing river,

"Hello Sweetie".

Wear bowties thinking they're cool.

Help the oncoming storm,

And the drums sound.

Crash into the end,

Cracks forming.

Paintings of flowers,

And romantic places.

Fantastic,

Allons-y, Let's go;

Geronimo.

The death of a great man,

The understanding of the misunderstood,

All coming together for one last dance.

Let me sleep, oh please let the dreams come.

And have them be real this time.

Erase moments in time that disappear with the cracks.

Let me sleep in a dreamless place where nothing is as it seems.

Let me sleep till the timeless seconds end.

I sighed and put my pen down. Ugh I feel like a totally geek when I write things like that but I can't help it. Look there are four types of what we call each other Whovians. There's the ones that only watch the show because they think the characters are sexy. There's the ones that have been watching doctor who since birth and watch it because there parents keep putting it on. Then there's the ones that all they want to do is dress as the characters because it makes them feel fantastic. Then well there's me the one's that actually believe that everything in the show is real. That the doctor is real and all they want is to have a little taste of the adventure too. Even if its only for one day. Of all the wishes I ever wished in my 20 year old life this was the one that stuck with me.

But the downer is that I live in America and you see the doctor never really comes to America so there's not really any chance for me to run into to him. Plus I'm pretty sure the doctor and the whole shabang is in another universe maybe a pocket/parallel one. Another downer is that I looked up on stupid google to see if there is any way to get to a different universe and they all said it was in possible so...yeah. But who said I can't still hope right?

"Bree!" My mother shouted up the stairs to me. "You forgot to put your plate away I'm not going to always clean after so u better start doing it now!" Now I know what thinking why is my 20 year old behind still living with my mom? Well I would try to make up some jazz by saying she won't let me go and live on my own, but the truth is I don't want her to live on her own. I restrict my freedom so she wouldn't be lonely. You see when I was five in the middle of the night the stove sparked and started a fire. I was taught when there was a fire to either stop drop and roll or get to, excuse my French but to get the hell out of there. But something in my head that night wasn't working and I got myself trapped in my room with fire on both sides of my window and door and had passed out from the smoke. My mother told me that my father ran inside to get me and to save me saying all that sad stuff he got me out but was killed in the fire.

So I kind of hold that over my head every time I think of just running somewhere or moving away. I couldn't leave my mom to just sit there. I looked at the burn that I had on my left hand. It wasn't that bad it really was just in the shape of a cloud but it still reminds me of that night.

"Bree, I know you heard come down here please." My mom said again shaking my out of my thought pattern. Opps forgot I thought with a sly smile. I got up from my desk chair and went out my door. When I got down the stairs my mom smile and amused smile and handed me my used plate. With a humored pout I got started on washing my dish. My mother had beautiful brown hair that use to come to her waste before she cut it. Now her hair stops at her shoulders. I got my hair from both of my parents my moms a Burnett and my dad was a red head which makes me Auburn and it comes down to my behind. I know, I wanted to be a redhead but just like the doctor that's not gonna happen. But at least I got close. Anyway I've got my moms height which is 5'4, but before you say it the last person that called me a shortie has ended up missing so don't do it. Yea so that's basically how I look. Oh and im white but that doesn't really matter. You probably guessed at that bye my name.

I looked down at my dish to see I cleaned it about five times and shocked my head. Oh well it'll be extra clean. "Bree Honey we have to talk" my mother said and by the way she said it, it sounded important. I put the plate away and turned to her,"ok what about?"

"Look I think you should know that you don't have to stay here for me. If you really wanna go somewhere don't let me hold you back from your dreams. I'm fine and I'm not as alone as you think I am. I have friends and sisters that are capable of coming here if I needed them. Honey I just don't want you to feel as though you have to stay here for me. Especially over what happened years ago. I love you honey but I cant have you wasting your life for me. So I don't know if you wanna just run to a different country or even just get away for awhile im in total support for it. Don't you understand what I'm saying bree?" She said with a motherly voice. In the beginning of her speech I couldn't believe my ears. Wasn't I just talking about that upstairs. But then I made myself understand my mom and I started to be ok with the idea of leaving. I mean we won't lose touch we can always talk over the phone and do little visits she won't be too alone. So I was actually thinking about leaving? How exciting!

I smiled up in understanding to my mom and went around the table to hug her. " I understand mom, and just be because I leave doesn't mean I wont call you every second" I sad in a chuckle and she chuckled with me. " I better hope so" she said with a fond smile. "Love you mommy." A tear ran down her face as she smiled brightly "I love you two my little shortie." I faked gasped at that and pouted at her but ended up laughing. My mom was the ONLY one aloud to call me that as a little nickname. We soon let go and I ran up the stair so excited. OHH where am I going to go first? Um I've got a brilliant idea! I'll watch and episode of doctor who to see if I can point out a spot where the were. I went on my laptop as soon as I entered my room and scrolled down to a site I use to watch Doctor Who. Since it was stupidly taken off of Netflix which made me so anger but after finding a site I was able to cool down. Hmm which season should I do?

How about the first season I always did enjoy a good 9th doctor episode. Of course I picked the first episode called 'Rose'. As the episode began my eyelids started getting really heavy. What time is it? I looked over at the clock on my desk and it said 12:09. Its not that late so why am I so sleepy all of the sudden. I decided to watch the episode on my bed so if I did got to sleep I wouldn't fall out my chair. I settled on my bed as rose went to her job. Imma go there I sleepy thought. Nodding my head stupidly along to what I had thought and then feel asleep with my head on the headrest.

3rd person

As Bree feel into a heavy sleep the episode on the laptop slowly rewind itself until it was at the beginning. Then on the screen appeared the crack of time. Two places that should have never touched. And its glowed as it opened sucking Bree in as it went. Then with a big flash she was gone and so was the crack. Might of fact everything was gone everything that was in the room every little memory of Bree was gone in a second. It was like she never existed. Oh but Bree did get her wish. For where she appeared next will change her life forever.

Well stay tuned for the next update in this new story I'm working on. Please review on how you like it or.. Hate it or if I should keep going or not. Thanks for reading :)