My name is Holly Rosier, and this is the story of how I died.

Don't worry, it's actually quite a nice story. Really, it is. Honest.

I had a really... brilliant life. I really did. It was absolutely spectacular. All thanks to him. One man. Well, he's not really a man. He's an alien. And, I know what you're thinking. Holly, don't be daft, there's no such thing as aliens. But you'd be surprised. I was.

So let me tell you my story. Please. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you, for it won't be told again.

It starts when I was fifteen. I was watching over my little brother, Harrison. He was about three, then. He was playing at the park, and my father had sent me to watch him. So there I was, just sitting there on a park bench, when this man came and sat next to me. He wore a partially battered leather jacket and he smiled at me. He had a long nose and big ears that stuck out. He had dark hair, although little of it. With brown eyes and a small little mole on his cheek, I summed him up to being in his mid forties.

"Hello." He smiled. He had a Northern accent.

"Hi." I nodded, only partly cautious.

"How are you?"

"Bored." I frowned. "Yourself?"

"I'm not surprised."

I furrowed my brow. "What?"

"That your bored. I mean, you're just sitting here. You're, what? Fifteen, sixteen? You should be off with some friends, not watching over a child."

I snorted. "You tell my dad that."

"You should be off having a life."

I turned and looked at him. "Why? Why do you care?"

He grinned. "I'm a wanderer, a traveller, you see-"

"You aren't a gypsy, are you? They're so weird."

He laughed, "No, I'm not a gypsy. You're right though, they are weird."

"They tried to buy my little brother."

He chuckled, nodding. "They are a bit odd."

"Just a bit, yeah."

It was silent, for a moment. Not an awkward silence, definitely not. It was more of a peaceful silence.

"Do you think you could do me a favour?" He asked. I studied his face. All signs of humour and amusement had sobered, and now he was very serious.

I shifted, wondering where this was going. "Uh, sure, I guess."

He pulled a novel sized book out of his jacket. "Take this. I don't care what you do with it. Throw it away, keep it, burn it. Just take it."

"What is it?"

"A book."

"A book?"

"Yes, a book." He nodded, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Of course it's a book." I said.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Who gives a random stranger a book?"

"I wasn't aware we were strangers."

I blinked. "... We just met."

"Yes, but you've told me so much already. Your father practically controls you, you hate it, your little brother was almost bought by gypsies..."

I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "The thing is, you don't know anything about me, and that's why you were under the impression we were strangers. So just take the book."

I took me a couple of seconds to register what he'd just said. "R-right... What's it about?"

"It... it's a well-known story. Nothing you would've heard, o'course, but where I'm from."

"The north?" I asked, pointing out his accent.

He grinned at me. "Lots of places have a north." Passing me the book, he got up and left, leaving me to decode his last words.

I watched him go. When he got to the end of the street, he turned a corner and was out-of-view. I sighed and turned back to the playground. After a minute, there was this odd, sort of electronic, partly whooshing sound. I whipped my head around to try and spot the source, but never found it. I sighed.

"Holly!" Harrison squealed, running over. I smiled at him.

"Hey, Kiddo."

"There was a budderfly! A budderfly! It was pweddy! And it- Ooh!" He cut across himself. "Wassat?" he pointed to the book in my hands.

"A book, Harry. A nice man gave it to me."

"Wassit called?"

That's a good point, I thought to myself. I looked down at the book.

"The Time War."

Do you like it? I think it's okay. Be nice, guys, this is my first Doctor Who fanfiction. I'm used to writing Harry Potter and Pokemon. :/

So... this is supposed to be the ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston), and Holly is sort of supposed to be in place of Rose. Like, if she never... was. Which is a tad depressing, I liked her.

Would you please be so kind to leave a comment? Cheers :D x