A/N: So, what the hell is this story? I barely even know. It's basically just a collection of all the different stories that I think it would be cool for the show to do that it has not explored, with my own Doctor and companion. The Doctor in this isn't officially any one of the other Doctors, but he's sort of modeled off of Ten and Eleven. The Doctor is not female in this because Thirteen has not been on screen yet and I don't know anything about her character, and I don't want it to seem like I'm trying to predict what she will be like. This is rather loosely based on the show, and will most likely not include canon characters besides the Doctor of which this is a nondescript incarnation. Just imagine whatever Doctor you want in here I guess, they're all fundamentally the same person. Anyway, yeah. I'll continue this if enough people like it, and I won't if people aren't interested. I'm not promising to update consistently. Again this is mostly just because I had all these ideas floating in my head for cool stories and figured why not just write them down. There's also going to be longer story arcs, which is why it is an original character and not just written with an existing companion. Anyway this author's note has been way too long and rambly; I just hope you like the story.

Episode One: The Lost Girl

Alison gets to the front of the line and orders her coffee with a sigh of relief; it looks like she will make it on time to class after all. She doesn't like these morning classes very much, but she is learning valuable information, so it's worth it. She looks out the window of the little coffee shop with a sigh. Bobby used to come here with her a lot, before they broke up. A little part of her thinks she's probably being ridiculous; they only dated for a month, it's time to stop thinking about him. But he was the first person she really knew in a new country, and without him she feels a little lost.

As she walks out of the store with her coffee, she sees something strange across the street. There's a little girl, and she's all alone. She has curly blonde hair, and her skin... it looks almost gold-colored, not really like any color of skin Alison recognizes. Something draws her to the other side of the street, and she walks up to the little girl. "Hello? Are you lost?"

The girl does not answer, but instead runs away. Alison frowns and considers running after her, when all of a sudden a man runs past her in the direction the girl went. She goes after the man. He is looking around, presumably for the girl, but she is nowhere to be found.

"Excuse me? Sir?" she asks.

He turns around. "Hmm?"

"Were you running after that girl?"

"Yes, I was," he replies, continuing to look around.

"Is she your daughter?"

"What?" He finally looks at Alison. "No. No relation at all. Never seen her before today."

"Then why are you chasing after her?"

"She looks lost, doesn't she?"

"Well... yes, she does. That's the first thing I thought when I saw her. She looks very lost."

"Indeed." He frowns. "More lost than she realizes." He begins walking off again, and even though her class is the other way, Alison runs after him.

"Wait! Sir... what did you mean? Who are you?"

He turns to her and contemplates her for a second or so before replying. "I'm the Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Yes."

"Have you got a name, Doctor?"

"Nope. Just Doctor. It's what my friends call me."

"Your friends call you Doctor?" She can't help but snort a little.

"Yes, they do."

"Well, that's really something. But the girl-you're acting like you know something about her."

"She's a girl."

"Yes. Is she human?"

He shrugs. "Don't know."

"You don't know?"

"That's right."

"How can you just casually say you don't know? I mean, generally, you see someone, you can assume they're human. I look at you and-" She stops herself, realizing something. "You're not human, are you?"

"Nope." He grins. "Well, nice talking to you, er..."

"Alison."

"Alison. I must be off now. Goodbye."

And with that, he leaves, and Alison goes to class, but can't stop thinking about the mysterious non-human Doctor and the lost little girl who may also not be human.

When her class is over, Alison goes back to the coffee shop, and heads off in search of the girl-or the Doctor. She isn't entirely sure which one of them she is searching for. As she arrives at the location, the Doctor is standing there. "I thought you might come back."

"Really?"

"Just had a feeling. I've gotten good at recognizing the ones who run after me. So. Do you want to help me find the girl?"

"Sure. Will you tell me who you are?"

"I did. I'm the Doctor."

"Yes, but that's not everything. What are you, if not human? Are you an alien?"

"Perhaps."

"You are. You're from another world."

"That's quite the assumption."

"What else would you be? No other Earth species looks human."

"Fine. I'm an alien."

"And the girl?"

"I don't know. That's the thing." He turns to look at her. "I'm not just an alien, I'm also a time traveller."

"Oh." Alison tries not to seem too impressed, but as a history major, she would love the ability to time travel.

"This girl, she accidentally fell through the space-time vortex. I tracked her here, and once I find her, I want to get her home. I don't know where or when she's from."

"Oh. But if you tracked her to Earth, why can't you track her now?"

"Because this tracker isn't always entirely precise. I know she's in London."

"Well that really narrows it down," she says with a chuckle.

"Oh, you have an attitude, do you?" He snorts. "Little Miss Alison, knows everything about everything and is just so cocky. What's up with you, anyway? You're an American and this is London."

"I'm studying abroad. What's it to you?"

"I was just wondering. You're a bit rude, you know that?"

"Well, so are you! And a bit pretentious. I can't believe your friends just call you 'The Doctor!' I can't imagine you have very many."

"Not very many left, no," he says, fiddling with his tracking device. "They always leave."

Alison frowns. She was left, by Bobby, and she knows it isn't any fun being left. "I'm sorry." She looks at the device. "So how do we find her? Maybe we should split up, and if I find her, I'll... uh... give you a call."

"Don't have a mobile phone," he replies.

"Really?"

"Primitive Earth technology."

"Well, then, maybe we should arrange to come back here if we find her. And if we don't then we return here in half an hour."

He shrugs. "Fine."

And they set off looking for the girl.

Twenty minutes later, as she walks around the corner, Alison sees the girl crouching behind a building. "Hello," she says.

The girl starts to run away again.

"Wait!" Alison calls. "I want to help you."

The girl slows down, then eventually stops and turns around. "How can you help?"

"There's a man who can get you home. I can take you to him."

The girl frowns. "A good man?"

"I..." Alison frowns. Is he a good man? "I think so, yes. My name is Alison. What's yours?"

The girl smiles, a little bit. "I'm Evie."

Alison smiles back. "Where are you from, Evie?"

"Audoron."

"What is that?"

"My planet." She frowns. "What planet is this?"

"Earth."

"Oh." Evie smiles. "My grandmother is from Earth. She says it is beautiful. I guess I see it."

"Come on." Alison takes Evie back to the meeting spot.

"I see you found her," the Doctor says.

"Yes. This is Evie. She's from Audoron."

The Doctor thinks for a second, then nods. "Audoron. Got it. And Evie, would you mind telling me the date?"

"August 26th."

"And the year? Sorry, I'm a bit out of it."

"Oh. The year is 3451."

"Right. Thank you. Come on, Evie, I'm going to take you home in my spaceship." He looks at Alison. "Do you want to come along for the ride?"

"Oh, well, I don't know if I should. I have class in an hour."

Looking at her so Evie can't see, he mouths the words, "Time Machine."

"Well then," Alison says, a smile forming on her lips. "Yes, I suppose I'll come along for the ride."

They go to a small blue box, and Alison frowns. "A 1950s police box is your spaceship?"

The Doctor raises his eyebrows. "You know what this is?"

"I study History," she replied. "My specialization is the 20th century."

"Oh. Well, this isn't really a police box, and there is a surprise in store for you."

He opens the door, leading Evie by the hand, and Alison follows. "Neat. It's like those tents in Harry Potter."

He looks back at her and frowns. "That's it? No grand comment about how it's bigger on the inside?"

"Well I figured it had better be, if you were asking both of us inside."

He frowns. "You know, nobody's ever answered that before."

She shrugs. "Sorry."

"So, Evie," the Doctor says. "Let's get you home."

They step out into Aurodon, and Alison gasps. "It's incredible." There are skyscrapers and little homes and farms, and the farms have the strangest animals on them. And the sky... the sky is yellow.

The Doctor smiles. "The first new world always is." He looks at Evie. "Where do you live?"

Instead of replying, she tugs on his arm, and they follow her to a small house. A woman opens the door. "Evie! There you are. Where have you been?"

"Sorry, Mother. I got lost."

She shakes her head and looks at the Doctor and Alison. "Thank you for finding her."

"Not a problem," the Doctor replies.

"So," says the Doctor when they're back in the ship. "Didn't properly introduce her before, because of Evie, but this is the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She can go anywhere."

"Impressive."

"Speaking of impressive, thank you for helping me with Evie."

"I'm sure you would have found her."

"Yes, but I don't think I could have gotten her to trust me like you did."

"I hardly did anything."

"It was your attitude."

"Well," says Alison. "Maybe we had a connection. One lost girl to another."

"Why are you lost?"

She shrugs. "Foreign country, hard classes, just broke up with someone. Just kind of drifting now."

"Well. As a thank you for helping me get Evie home, I'm going to offer you a trip. Anywhere and any time you'd like."

"Really?!" Alison can hardly believe what she is hearing.

"Really. One trip."

"And you can get me back in time for class?"

"Yes."

Next Time

Doctor: So. Any place, any time. Your choice.

Alison: Well. This might sound crazy, but... there's someone I've always wanted to meet... John F. Kennedy.

...

Doctor: Here we are. Washington, D.C., November 1, 1963.

...

Alison: Um, Doctor... question.

Doctor: Hmm?

Alison: What is that, in the Oval Office?

Doctor: That... that is an alien.

Alison: Of course it is.