OK, so i've been planning out this fic in my head for like 6 months now, and i'm finally getting around to writing it. Show wise it takes place in between "The Runaway Bride" and "Smith and Jones" and it features the tenth Doctor and a companion i created. For the record the story is supposed to take place in the 1990's (eventually i'll get around to actually stating that in the story, but not for the first couple chapters so i just thought i'd clarify) and in the state of Nebraska. Now, I've never been to Nebraska before, and icertainly wasn't around much in the 1990's (i wasn't even born until '95) so there may be some inaccuracies in the story. Feel free to call me out on them, but be nice, and depending on what they are i may or may not actually be able to fix/change them. Ok enough of me, read and enjoy. Reviews and favorites are appreciated and encouraged!

She swore one of these days she was going to kill that rooster.

Lia rolled over in bed to check her alarm clock. She didn't even know why she bothered to buy it when their stupid rooster found it necessary to crow at unholy hours every morning. It was 6 am, and the sun was just starting to shine through the blinds on her window. With a groan she threw back her blanket and made herself get up; she was not a morning person for the life of her. She shuffled back and forth between the bathroom and her room, getting dressed and brushing her hair and teeth, going through the same ritual she did everyday.

When she was done, she quietly crept down the creaky stairs of their old farmhouse; the longer she could keep her father and stepmother asleep the better. Once she was down the stairs and had quietly closed the screen door behind her, she ran across their yard to the barn.

Officially, they weren't actually a farm. Sure they had horses and a couple chickens, including one possibly demonic rooster, but they didn't make or sell any produce. In fact, until her father had married Debbie, there hadn't been any animals on the property at all other then their old dog, who had long since passed. They had gotten the horses after much whining and begging from Deb, who wanted to start a stable and ride horses for a living and all that. In less then six months, or whenever she realized that horses actually required a lot of work, Deb lost all interest in the animals. Since then it had fallen to Lia to care for the horses, as if she didn't have enough to do already.

She made her way down the line of stalls, giving each of the horses water, hay, and feed. She scratched them on the nose as she went by. She'd let them out to the pasture later, when she got back from her shift.

When she was done in the barn, Lia went back in the house and grabbed her work shirt from the dryer, and her helmet from her post. She shoved her shirt in her bag and strapped on her helmet as she walked across the yard. She went to the little ramshackle shed that sat on the corner of the yard and opened the garage door with a heave. Inside sat her baby, parked right where she had left it yesterday, shinning red in the rising sun. She took her motorcycle and walked it out to the yard before hopping on. With a kick, she started the engine, secretly hoping it was loud enough to unkindly wake Deb and her father.

She rode out of the yard and down the dusty dirt driveway and turned right, onto an equally dusty dirt road. As soon as she was away from the house, she clutched the gas, pushing the bike way over the set speed limit of 50 mph. There were no other cars in sight so who was there to tell her not too? She savored the wind rushing through her hair as she sped towards town. Call her a speed junky if you wished, but when you lived in a small town in the middle of Nebraska, you took what excitement you could get.

When she got closer to town she slowed down, partially because there were now other cars to look out for, but mostly because she couldn't afford to get a ticket, not with her wage.

She pulled up behind the small dinner in the middle of Main Street, opened the kickstand and cut the engine. She took her shirt off, readjusted her camisole, and tugged her work polo over it. She pulled her blonde wavy hair back in a ponytail and shoved her helmet and keys into her bag as she walked in the back door.

"Hey, sup b'?" drawled her friend Tiff, who was sitting on the counter smoking something she probably shouldn't.

"You know you shouldn't use those in here." Lia said, hanging her bag on a hook.

"Ah stop buggin' out on me, I'm not gonna get caught." She laughed. Suddenly there were footsteps around the corner, causing Tiff to sit up straight and promptly smudged out the joint on the counter and throw it in the pocket of her apron.

"Morning Carla." Said Lia as the middle-aged woman walked heavily into the room.

"Good mornin' Lianne, dear." She replied kindly. "Mornin' crowds startin' to shuffle in, I need you two to man the tables." She ordered.

Lia helped Tiff hop off the counter and they headed up front. The day dragged on like any other, and the hours began to melt into eachother. In between rushes and on their lunch break, Lia and Tiff talked. Sometimes they talked about Tiff's older brother, who was traveling around the country (much to his parent's disapproval), but there favorite past time was ragging on Deb.

"That's just wrong dude." Tiff said through a mouthful of sandwich. "Why do you let her walk all over you like that?"

"I don't know, figure it's just better to keep my head down for now."

"That's wack. When you gonna move out of that hole and get'cha own life?"

"As soon as I actually have enough coin to." Lia sighed. Once apon a time she had actually had a pretty healthy college fund saved up, then her dad had married Deb who's shopping and spending had left it pretty much drained. So despite having graduated high school almost three years ago, Lia was still stuck living at home, working 10-hour days at minimum wage trying to buy her way out. It didn't help that Deb refused to work at all, and was constantly "borrowing" Lia's money to buy things that she didn't even need. Lia's dad wasn't much help either; if he was ever actually home from work, he'd just agree with Deb on everything for the sake of keeping her happy, even if it meant Lia was miserable.

"Hey, you could always crash at my place." Tiff offered.

"Might just take you up on that one day, you know."

"Nah, I know you, you don't back down from anything or anyone."

Lia chuckled. "Yeah, and it'll probably be the death of me one day." She said as she crumpled up her trash and headed back to the diner.

Lia was just finishing up washing some dishes when Tiff came over.

"Hey, I overheard a couple of guys at booth 4 talkin, and guess what?" she asked excitedly. "Another person disappeared in a cornfield last night, and there's this giant crop circle there now. The cops just found it this mornin apparently, and no one knows where the guy who disappeared went." Her eyes were huge and there was a manic grin on her face.

"Really another? I swear you get off on that stuff or something." She said wiping her hands on her apron. "That makes it like what four -"

"Five!" Tiff corrected her excitedly.

"Whatever. Five people that have gone missing. You'd think the coppers would have found something by now."

"Well that's just it isn't it?" Tiff said as she began to put dishes away. "There's nothin to find! None of the people seem to have anythin in common other then they went out at night an never came back, and that there's a giant crop circle in a field the next day."

"It's probably just a bunch of bored teenagers or something. God knows there's hardly anything else to do around here."

"You know what I think it is?" Tiff asked menacingly.

"Oh don't you go there again." Lia groaned.

"I think," she went on anyway.

"Don't say it." Lia warned.

"It was,"

"No no no no no!"

"Aliens!" Tiff exclaimed.

"Ugh, get real Tiff," Lia said as she grabbed an order that needed to be taken out. "None of that is actually real. Just a bunch of people messing around, trying to get famous or something."

"Then how do you explain the missing people?"

"It's just a coincidence, they'll turn up eventually. Hey the couple at table 7 need refills." Lia said, ending the conversation.

Ok, so nothing really Doctor related in that chapter, but don't worry, he'll be here soon! (ok maybe like chapter 3 at the latest) hopefully the next chapter will be written in the next day or two, since i've got senior picture tomorrow and all that jazz. REVIEW!...please ^^;