Author Note:Hello and welcome to the first story I have ever published on this account. Well, maybe a story. I'm still not sure... I love the ideas I have for this story, but I have a bad habit of starting something and getting stuck somewhere... So, before you even start to read this story, I want you to know that it may stop after a few chapters, or it might stop after this one, or it might be finished in a few months. The future is unknown; I suggest Story Alerting this if you like it. And review, because reviews always make me feel obligated to write more and not stop. Thanks and Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Considering I wasn't even born when Doctor Who started, I don't think I own it. Even if I do love Matt Smith.

Ring, Ring, Ring

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Ring, Ring, Ring

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Ring, Ring-

"Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?" I ask the person on the phone in a chirping voice.

"Coquelicot. What are you doing tonight?" My best friend Lizzy replies, not even fazed by my unusual way of answering the phone. I write 'coquelicot' down on my growing list of odd colors.

"Nothing really. I was gonna pop some corn and watch King Kong for the nine hundredth time."

Laughter peals over the phone followed by a muffled, "Hang on! I'm getting to it!" Then clearer, "Okay, Annie, I have here with me one smoking hot, totally ripped dude that has been bugging me to invite you clubbing with us ever since he heard your name. So, you have two options; one, you can stay home and break his poor heart, or two, you can get dressed and come claim this prize!"

I laugh as groans are heard in the background, "Hmm..." I pretend to think, "I don't know... the last time you found me a date he ended up being a total loser. Promise this one won't try to teach me the square root of pi?"

"I totally promise! And, there's a bonus!"

"Bonus?" I quirk an eyebrow, amused.

"He's English!"

"I'll be at the club in thirty." I hang up the phone, cutting off the eruption of laughter that had started from my abrupt agreement. What can I say? I like the accent.

Twenty four minutes later, my Plymouth Neon shuddered to a stop in the parking lot of the only club within an hour's travel, The Nixy. Music is already pouring out of the barely opened windows and I can feel the bass when I get out of my car. Flashing neon signs exclaim 'best club in town' and 'ladies in free' and 'happy hour 11PM-6AM'. Pulling on my uncomfortably short skirt, I curse Lizzy's sense of style; she had bought my clubbing outfit when she found out I only owned sensible jeans and shirts. Now I was wearing the monstrosity: black and red plaid skirt, black tube top, and knee high leather boots (thankfully not high heels). Lizzy said the red and black brought out the natural black low-lights in my brown hair, but I can't tell: fashion is not my forte.

The door sticks a little when I try to open it, but I gain unexpected help when someone from inside pushes the door open. I squeal as I go down.

"Ow..." Rubbing my bruised behind, I glare up at the culprit. It was a man, probably five or six inches taller than my 5'5", with floppy brown hair. His dark eyes were currently staring down at me in what I assumed to be shock that there had been a person behind the door he just opened. I raise an eyebrow up at him, and quip with an irate voice, "Are you gonna help me up or just stand there and look at me?"

"Oh! Yes! Helping you up. Right." I blink at the obvious British accent, absently enjoying the small shiver that rolled down my spine from it. He remained where he was in the doorway, just staring down at me.

I sigh and go about getting myself up, mindful of the short skirt, mumbling all the while, "No manners anymore, geeze. Is chivalry completely dead?"

A hand gently grips my elbow and helps me find my balance before just as suddenly releasing me. I turn around and look up at the dude. Hmm, not bad looking, I think quietly to myself, tousled hair, eyes you can drown in, tall, strong chin. Definitely not bad looking. Oh, wait, he's talking.

I tune back in, "-orry, I should have been more careful when I opened the door, but it never occurred to me someone might be about to open it."

"It's fine, really. No real harm done, just a bruised bottom and ego." I smile at him, my irritation at him quickly melting with every word he spoke.

He returned my smile with a wide grin, "I really didn't think this was the way our first meeting would go."

Blinking up at him did little to help me figure out what he meant, "Huh?" I ask intelligently.

"You are Harmony Young, right?"

It clicked then, "Oh! You must be the English dude Lizzy was talking about! Yeah, I'm Harmony, but everyone calls me by my middle name, Annie. It's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine. I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor? Doctor who?"

"Just The Doctor." I nod slowly, squinting up at him to see if he was pulling a joke, but he was completely serious and only slightly amused. I decided it must be a British thing.

"Okay, 'Doctor', what are you doing outside if Lizzy and the gang are inside?"

"Oh, well, the music is a bit loud and horrid. Thought I'd come outside for a little peace."

"Yeah the music is kinda bad; I like the eighties more, myself." I agreed, awkwardly twirling a piece of hair around my finger until I noticed he was watching me very, very closely. Not knowing what to do, I wave. "Hi, um. What are you staring at?"

He blinks and shakes his head, forcing a grin. "Sorry, just remembering something..."

I shake my head at his odd actions. "Okay bud. Well, I'm gonna head inside and find Lizzy..."

"Wait!" the Doctor quickly grabs my wrist and blocks my way inside, "Come with me."

I stare up at him, balanced between surprise, uncertainty, and curiosity and only able to stutter out, "Where?"

"Just down the street to the park," he says, his eyes flashing in excitement and hope.

Lizzy told me he was anxious to meet me but I never thought he was this anxious... I think this was the first time any guy had been this interested in me. I glance over his shoulder into the building that was flashing with strobe lights and pulsing with music; I could imagine Lizzy and our three other friends sitting in our corner table, drinking virgin drinks and laughing. He wouldn't stop me if I tried to go around him, I could tell that much from how he was looking at me with a pleading look. I had told Lizzy thirty minutes, and those thirty minutes were up; but I was always late, it wouldn't worry her for another twenty minutes... I look back to the Doctor, meeting his eyes and feeling that familiar tug in my stomach that meant something was about to happen. "Okay, but just to the park."

He grins, a very natural look for him, and slips his grip down until he can lace his fingers with mine. I blush at the warmth and familiarity with which he did that but I didn't pull away; it had been a while since I held hands with someone and it was nice. The Doctor led the way away from the noisy club.

The streets were deserted, which wasn't surprising as it was about midnight; the half moon was high in the sky. I glanced at the closed shops, watching our reflections travel from one glass front to the next. It was then that I finally noticed what my walking buddy was wearing.

"Is that a bow tie?" I ask incredulous.

Dark eyes glance down at me and when he replied it was with the air of having answered this multiple times, "Bow ties are cool."

I stare intensely at the blue piece of cloth for a minute, noting every little crease and twist that made up the bow part of the tie. He shifted slightly away from me, possibly uncomfortable from my close scrutiny. Finally satisfied, I lean back out of his personal space and nod resolutely, stating, "You're right. Bow ties are cool."

He blinks before grinning, pleased.

The rest of the walk was done in comfortable silence. Finally we make it to the park and I make a bee line to the swings, never letting go of his hand. We sit down, dangling our hands between the space; the swings squeaked as they moved. For a while, that is the only sound except for the summer breeze through the trees.

"So... what made you come to America?" I ask curiously.

He starts looking at me with an unrecognizable look that melts into a relieved look, "Oh you know... wanted something new... I actually had a friend from America a while ago; got my interest spiked. Thought I'd give the British a rest and come bug the Americans." He grinned at me.

I chuckle at his answer, having expected something like 'my job' or something equally boring. "How are you liking it so far? Different from England?"

"It's not very different; the accents are weird," He winks over at me and I blush at the teasing, "but the people are the same: brilliant, amazing humans doing brilliant things everyday."

"Humans?" I laugh at his word choice, "Way to totally leave yourself out of that category, bud."

He winces but grins back at me.

"So, tell me about you: Harmony Young, American girl."

I scrounge for a reply, before choosing, "It's Annie. I don't go by Harmony."

His nose wrinkles, "Why not? Harmony is an amazing name! It's a brilliant name."

"It's an old person's name... Annie is more modern..."

"Modern shmodern. You can find thousands of Annie's, but very very few Harmony's!" He practically shouted into the silence. I stare at him in bewilderment; who got this worked up over someone else's name? The Doctor turned to look at me and his next words got caught in his throat; he just stared at me.

I met his gaze for a little while before I had to look away; there was something in his eyes that just made my stomach tighten in knots. It was like he knew me even though we had just met. "Why do you care so much? It's just a name..."

"Well.. it's your name. So I care." the Doctor said much quieter than before.

I squint at him in confusion, "But that doesn't make any sense. We just met."

He looks away and mutters low enough he doesn't think I can hear but I do, "Oh, that's right... she just met me..."

If I squinted anymore, my eyes would be closed. "Huh?"

"Nothing!" He smiled and stood up, "Want a push?" Grabbing both of the chains of my swing, he pulled back and then pushed me forward, making me squeal as I swung into the air. He pushed me again and again, steadily making the swing go higher and our laughter echoed off the surrounding shops' walls.

When the swing could go no higher he stepped back and let me just fly back and forth, the grin never leaving his face. The Doctor edged around until he was standing in front of my swing, watching me soar up into the air. I catch sight of him below me and as I neared the highest point I yelled, "Catch me!" and I jumped up.

I'm not sure if I screamed on the way down, but I do know I squeaked as I fell on top of the Doctor and we crashed to the ground. After I finally regained my breath, I groaned, "Not one of my smarter ideas."

The vibrations from him laughing shook my body and made me fall to the side; I flopped the rest of the way over and stared up at the stars.

"No, I don't think you thought that through very well."

"I never think before I act. More fun that way." I grin. He laughs and whispers something that sounds faintly like 'I know'.

He turns onto his side to look at me and I turn my head to look at him; for a while we just stare at each other. I see that same look in his eyes, like he knows me or something, but it's different this time. It's sadder, like he knows I'm happy now but he also knows I'm going to be very unhappy later on, and that makes him sad. So very, very sad... I open my mouth to break the silence, but nothing comes out so I close it again. His gaze never leaves my eyes, a dark penetrating gaze seeing to my very soul, all of my thoughts, all of my secrets. Without knowing it, I open my mouth again and manage to whisper out, "Who are you...?"

His brow furrows and he answers just as quietly, "I'm the Doctor."

I shake my head slightly, turning onto my side to face him, "No, I mean... Who are you really? Who are you to look at me with so much sadness? How do you know me?"

He closes his eyes, finally breaking that stare. Second pass, feeling like hours, before he opens his eyes again, a resolve making them hard and excited. "Do you trust me?"

I blink, "What? What do you mean?"

He reaches out and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, "Do you trust me, Harmony?"

For a moment I am distracted by the way my first name sounds when he says it; not old or grandmotherly, but special, something nice. Then I realize he had just asked me a question and I whisper without thinking, "Yes."

He grins and in a flurry of movement jumps up and pulls me to my feet, "Follow me."

Keeping his grip on my hand, he starts running towards the opposite side of the park, dragging me behind him. I stumble a few times before managing to get my feet to work and run beside him. In no time we reach the farthest corner, where sits an... unusual object. A tall, blue box with 'Police public call Box' across the top sat in front of us. I squint at it, reading the little sign on the front and then turning to look at the Doctor. "Police Box?"

"Not exactly." He grins. The Doctor pushes the right door open and slips inside the small box. I stand there confused and slightly concerned about his mental health; what the hell?

His head of floppy brown hair pops back out of the door, "Well, come on." he disappears again.

Shaking my head and deciding to humor the undoubtedly insane British man, I step up to the open doorway; I freeze. Step back. Look around the sides and see the park fence and the shop wall behind it. Look back into the door. The Doctor looks up from whatever he was looking at and must notice my shocked/panicked/confused look because he grins at me. "It's okay, it's completely safe."

My feet shuffle forward. I walk through the doorway. It closes behind me. And I stare open-mouthed at the inside of the box that is bigger on the inside. The ceiling vaults over us and I barely manage to make my way safely up to the giant metal thing in the center of the room without tripping because I'm looking up at the impossibly high ceiling. "Doc... Doctor... it's bigger. This box is bigger, on the inside."

"Ah Ha! That is my favorite part!" He grins at me before nodding and saying seriously, "yes, it is. This is my TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's my spaceship and my time machine."

I slowly lower my eyes until I meet his own dark gaze. "Spaceship? Time Machine!" I gasp, "What kind of freakin' British person are you?"

"Well, first off, I'm not British. I'm not even human. I'm a Time Lord." He pauses for dramatic effect.

My first reaction is to snort. "If that's suppose to impress me, I'm sorry, because I haven't the slightest clue what a Time Lord is."

The Doctor hmphs and turns around to face the metal and glass thing; he starts pulling on levers and twisting knobs and I'm pretty sure he kicked it once or twice. "Well, they were a very powerful race, so yes, you should be impressed, very impressed. Anyway, yes this is a spaceship and a time machine and I am an alien. Anymore questions?"

I back up until my back hits the railing surrounding the lifted platform, and I clutch onto it with all of my strength. "How is any of this possible? Aliens aren't real... Time travel is impossible. It can't happen..."

The Doctor looks up at me from across the metal and glass thing with many knobs and levers and he flashes me a grin that screams 'I'm insane and shouldn't be allowed near the general public', "Oh, but I am real, and it can happen." He yanks a lever down and an indescribable sound filled the air.

"Geronimo!"

The room shakes and I scream.

Author Note: Well I hope you enjoyed this little first chapter. If you want me to continue, review. If you hated it, don't flame but feel free to tell me what I can do to improve. Thanks!