1. When an Alien Meets a Human
When she first sees him, she screams.
It's more of a yelp, really, but the fact is that she makes a noise of surprise.
Not surprising, seeing as a large blue box has just materialized in front of her.
In the middle of a soccer field.
In a rural community.
In Illinois.
At four-thirty in the morning.
What was she even doing there?
And then he walks out, all height and bowtie and suspenders, onto that soccer field.
What surprises him, though, is her next move. She doesn't ask who he is, or what has just happened. She just stares.
And slowly, very slowly, she smiles. "You."
"Me?" He raises an eyebrow, a bit confused. Who is this, and how does she know who he is?
"You. You're the Doctor." She's still staring, this time in a fit of child-like wonder.
He smirks. "Quite right. But Doctor who?"
She returns his smirk with equal yet opposite force. "Just the Doctor. Doctor John Smith, Theta Sigma, Scotty McCrimmon, the Oncoming Storm, ect cetera. But just the Doctor." She makes eye contact for the first time, and he's stunned.
Those eyes are much, much too old for such a young face.
"Who are you, and how do you know me?"
She chuckles. "You know how I know you. Everyone knows you. You protect an entire country, and everyone there knows your name, and yet they never see you. Doo-wee-ooo~" she begins, then trails off.
"My name's Hannah. Some people call me Angel, but I suspect that you won't. And, Doctor?" She resumes eye contact, and they're now twinkling. "I've been waiting."
When she pushes past him, into the TARDIS, he follows numbly.
"Oh, wonderful! Time And Relative Dimension In Space. T-A-R-D-I-S. Beautiful, sexy thing!" She twirls, arms out, and grins. "We'll have to pick up Naomi, and then I want to watch a nebulae. 'Mi will love that. And then, London! Baker Street, perhaps, and then Harrod's! Can we go to Paris? I've always wanted to. Bonjour, Doctor. Comment-allez vous? And we can tour the Louvre, and-"
"Hold on." She looks to him, smile still bright on her face. "When did I say you could come? You're too young, much too young. In my terms, practically an infant! There are things out there, horrible things, that could-"
"I know." Her smile is gone, replaced with a grim and stubborn set. "I know, Doctor. I know. I watched them, remember? I was forced to sit and watch as Amy and Rory were taken from you for good. I watched you defeat the Sonotarians- there's a weak spot on the back of their necks- the Slitheen- a family, not a race, Raxicoricofallipatorians, vinegar- And the Daleks, over and over. I watched you save the world, knowing I owed you and your companions a debt. And now, knowing you really do exist, and that I could make a difference, you're going to have me leave?"
He stands for a moment, considering her words. And then, with a deep sigh, "Yes."
"You bastard!" She looks furious now, and it's quite amusing. "Do you know, how long I've studied, how much I wished? How every night I waited for a four by four by eight blue box to appear? Don't you know that this is my dream?"
"You didn't let me finish. Yes, you can come. On one condition." She nods, grinning again. "What do you think of bowties?"
She grins, running to the console and setting the coordinates to random. "Well, then, Doctor, Allon-sy!" Pressing down a lever and turning a wheel, she starts the flight.
Together, they make their way through the stars.