AN: Hey there people of the internet! Stark from MikaStark here with a story of my own! I am a Doctor Who fan and I got inspiration for a Doctor Who fanfic that I just had to write. Mika got an idea for one as well, but she's not even through Season 4 yet, so she's going to wait to write hers. So, here's my Doctor Who story! The chapter titles will be based off either the episodes or whatever happens in my own chapters.

Chapter 1: Human Nature

The year was 1913. It was a beautiful spring day. But not everyone was outside enjoying the peaceful day. In a school corridor, we see Terra Greyson, the new Natural Sciences teacher, her arms laden with papers and books. Her waist length, dark brunette hair brushed her waist as she walked. As she passed her new co-worker, John Smith, he dropped the top book from the large stack he was carrying.

Terra offered, "Here, let me-"

John declined, "No, no, I've got it, no...Um... ah... Just to... retrieve... ah... If you could take these—" he handed her the stack of books, then bent to pick up the fallen book. "There we are, no harm done," he smiled, satisfied.

Terra smiled back at him, her green eyes met his brown ones for a moment. She broke the eye contact first and looked down at the stack of books she was still holding, on top of the papers and books she was already carrying. "Mr. Smith, I am still holding your things…"

That statement seemed to snap him out of a trance, "Yes, you are! Sorry, sorry." He started to relieve her of the burden, "I'll just-"

"Well, Mr. Smith, where were you headed?" Terra inquired.

He pointed behind her, "This way."

"I'm headed that way too, just after I drop these papers off with the Headmaster. Why don't I help you and take half?" She offered.

"Ah, brilliant idea, brilliant. Perfect. Division of labor!" he grinned, causing her to smile.

After the short trip to the Headmaster's office, John and Terra settled into a conversation.

"I always say, Ms. Greyson, give the boys a good head of steam, they'll soon wear themselves out."

"Terra," Terra stated.

"Come again?"

"That's my name, Terra. We've known each other for about two months, so I just thought…" she looked down at her feet rather dejectedly. 'I've probably made things awkward for him…he's just so…different. Different from other men I've met…good different…' she thought.

"Well," he started, "if I'm to call you Terra, then you call me John," he said with a slight blush on his face.

"John it is," she said, also blushing slightly.

As they passed a billboard, "Oh look, Terra, the annual dance at the village hall tomorrow." John stated.

"It's nothing special, just a large crowd of people…Do you think you'll go, John?"

He seemed flustered as he answered, "I hadn't thought about it…"

She sighed, "I don't know if I'd even want to go. Large crowds of people make me anxious…"

"Well, I should imagine that you would be...um... I mean there's no reason why you shouldn't- if you do, you may not...I probably won't, but even if I did then I couldn't... um, I mean I wouldn't want to- " He kept backing up about half a step during his stammer-session.

"John, the stairs are behind you!"

He turned to see and lost his balance, falling backwards down the stairs and sending the books flying.

Terra dropped her half of the stack and ran down after him, "Are you ok, John?"

"Considering I just fell down two flights of stairs, I'm just happy to be conscious…"

"Let's get you to Matron Redfern to get checked out."

"I'm fine," he started to sit up.

"John, we're going to Matron Redfern's to make certain you don't have a concussion or a broken bone," she said in her most commanding tone, "Now, up you get," she helped him stand, "I'll take the books, you just worry about not passing out."

"Yes, ma'am," he teased.

"Ow~" John groaned.

"Stop it, the students cause less of a fuss, Mr. Smith!" Nurse Redfern chided.

"But it hurts!" John complained. Terra giggled at his whine. "What's so funny?"

She simply answered, "You."

John was about to retort when Martha burst in, "Is he alright?"

Nurse Redfern, rather rudely, stated, "Excuse me, Martha. It's hardly good form to enter a master's study without knocking."

Martha, rather annoyed, said, "Sorry, right, yeah." She ran back to the door and knocked before returning, "But is he alright? They said you fell down the stairs, Sir."

"As my savior over here, Ms. Greyson, can tell you, it was just a tumble, nothing to worry about," John stated.

"Head wounds bleed the most, even the most minor ones," Terra commented, "Matron already checked for concussion, he'll be fine."

"Right…" Martha sighed, "I'll just…tidy your things."

"I was just telling Ms. Greyson and Matron about my dreams. They're quite extraordinary."

Terra made a mental note that Martha suddenly started paying close attention when he mentioned the dreams. 'She must fancy him…or maybe she's hiding something…probably nothing…but still…' her thoughts trailed off when John mentioned keeping log of the dreams.

"I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction... um... not that it would be of any interest-"

"I'd be interested. May I read them, Mr. Smith?" Terra asked.

"Well... I've never shown it to anyone before." He pulled out a black leather-bound journal and handed it to Terra. Matron Redfern read over her shoulder.

"'Journal of Impossible Things'…interesting title, Mr. Smith, I quite like it." Terra commented as she opened the journal.

"Just look at these creatures!" Matron commented, "Such imagination."

"It's become quite a hobby."

"It's wonderful…not many men could come up with such outstanding ideas, Mr. Smith. You're rather talented," Terra complimented.

"And quite the eye for pretty girls," Matron winked.

"Oh no no, she's just an invention. This character, Rose, I call her, Rose." Martha walked up behind him as he said that, "Seems to disappear later on… "

"Mr. Smith, what's this box?" Terra showed him the sketch.

"Ah, that's the box, the blue box, it's always there. Like a...like a magic carpet, this funny little box that transports me to far away places."

"A sort of doorway?" Matron asked.

"Mmm," he replied, "I sometimes think how magical life would be if things like this were true."

"If only." Matron sighed.

"But it's only a dream."

"If things like this were true, then we might long for what we have now, an average life with little to no disturbances."

"Quite insightful of you, Ms. Greyson." John smiled.

"Thank you, sir." She gave him a small smile in return. "Might I hold onto this, I'd like to read it more thoroughly…"

"Of course. Just don't damage it, alright?"

"Of course, sir. Thank you."

"Martha, might I speak to you a moment?" Terra inquired as they left John's office.

"Of course, ma'am. Is there a problem?" Martha walked up to her.

"You know Mr. Smith very well, correct?"

"I used to work for the family, he just sort of inherited me. Why?"

"Well…who is he? It seems like he knows he forgot something and is trying very hard to remember but he just can't."

"That's just how he is," she laughed nervously. She noticed something gleaming on Terra's neck. "Ma'am, are you wearing jewelry?"

"Yes, this pendent," she lifted a fob watch on a chain out of her shirt, "I've had it for a while, can't remember how long, exactly…"

"Might I get a closer look? I am an admirer of unique jewelry."

"Of course," she unclasped the necklace from her neck and handed it to Martha.

Martha examined the design on the watch, it was nearly identical to the one that John had! "Oh my god…" she breathed. She handed the necklace back to Terra, who replaced it around her neck. "It's beautiful, I'm envious of you." Martha commented.

"Thank you, Martha. I have to go grade papers now, bye," she turned and left.

'I have to tell the Doctor about this! When are the 3 months gonna be up?' Martha screamed in her head.

The next day, John found Terra in her office. She was reading his Journal and looked lost in it. Her green eyes were flitting back and forth as she read. She hadn't even noticed he came in.

"Terra?" he called.

She looked up, no longer enraptured by whatever part of his Journal she was reading, "Hello, John, what can I do for you?"

"I was thinking it might be nice, if you don't want to it's fine, if we go out for a cup of tea and a walk?" he offered, not looking at her.

She smiled at his nervousness, "That would be lovely, thank you. I've finished with your Journal, by the way." She stood, walked around her desk, and handed him the black book.

He took it from her hand put it in his jacket pocket. He then held his arm out, "Shall we go then?"

She linked arms with him, "We shall."

In the town, a piano was being winched up outside a building in a rope sling. Two men were straining with the rope as John and Terra passed, deep in conversation.

"John, do you think military discipline is really appropriate for the boys?" Terra inquired.

"Discipline is good for boys, turns them into mature young men. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, but does it have to be military discipline? Can't it be another form of discipline; labor for instance? The boys may find all this training and shooting fun, but if and when war comes around, they won't find it amusing in the least."

"Well... Great Britain's at peace, long may it reign."

"In your story, you wrote about one of the most violent and largest wars, and it's supposed to start next year…"

"Well it was just a dream," he disregarded the comment.

"All of that imagery, it was so vivid…like you were really there and it really will happen…"

"Well, then we can be thankful it's not true. And I'll admit mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself - everyday life can provide honor and valor and... let's hope that from now on this, this country can... can find its heroes in smaller places..." He spotted a woman walking a stroller right in the path of the piano, whose rope was about to snap. The woman didn't notice the piano in the air. "In the most..." he saw a boy tossing a ball up and down, glancing from the ball to the rope. The rope was almost broken, and the piano was rocking back and forth in a disturbing manner. "Ordinary…" The woman was almost beneath the piano. "Of deeds!"

He snatched the cricket ball from the boy and threw it at a bundle of spare scaffolding poles, causing them to fall and hit a plank of wood with a brick on the end. The brick flew into the air, up and over the piano- just as the rope snapped and crashed to the ground. The brick hit a milk churn on a cart, sending it falling into the path of the stroller and stopping it in its tracks. The woman screamed as the piano crashed.

Terra was staring, stupefied, at the scene. John looked shocked at his own actions. The workmen who were lifting the piano rushed to see if the woman and her child were alright.

"How did you-?" Terra started.

"Lucky…" John trailed off.

"In what way was that luck?" she almost laughed.

"Terra Greyson, might I invite you to the village dance this evening? As my guest? I know you don't like being in large crowds, but-"

Terra burst out laughing, "Yes, you may!"

Back in John's office, Terra was posing as John drew her. When he placed his pencil down, he moved to sit next to her. "May I see?" she asked.

He held the book out to her; she took it and looked at the page. "I don't know who you were drawing but that is surely not me. She's far too beautiful."

"Well that's how I see you," he said, staring at her profile.

"You sure that's not me?" she pointed to the sketch of an alien with large dark eyes that took up over half of its wide, oblong face.

"Most definitely this one," he pointed back to the first picture.

"You most certainly are an artist, if you can make someone like me look like that," she gestured to the first picture.

"Nah, I don't think so."

"What do you mean?" she was confused.

"I think I made you look horrid, the picture isn't nearly as beautiful as the model."

He looked into her eyes, and she looked into his. He brushed her hair from her face and behind her ear. They leaned in until their lips met. They both broke away.

"I've never, um…" he trailed off.

"Neither have I," she answered. She glanced from his lips to his eyes, biting her bottom lip. He got the message and they leaned in and kissed again, this time for longer.

Martha opened the door and stood shocked when she saw the scene in front of her. John and Terra broke apart rather quickly when they heard the door open.

"Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?" John scolded. Martha left the room, closing the door behind her. "Sorry about that," he apologized.

"No problem, I need to go home and get ready for the dance anyway. I'll meet you here in about two hours?"

"Sounds good. Shall I escort the lady home?"

"That's ok, John. I can manage," she smiled.

Terra walked through the threshold of her house, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door, sighed, and closed her eyes. 'He's so…amazing, extraordinary, different, respectful, and…strangely…familiar.' She walked towards her room to get ready for the dance, lost in thought. 'I know the two of us didn't grow up together. He's from Nottingham and I'm from Crawley. So why do I feel as though I know him?'

She pulled a dress out of her wardrobe and laid it on her bed. She then proceeded to get undressed. She put the dress on and looked in a mirror. The dress was green and made of a chiffon-like material. It was a cap-sleeve dress with a scoop neckline and a dropped waist. 'I look decent. It's not a formal dance anyway, no reason to be too dressed up.' She fiddled with her fob watch necklace, 'Should I not wear this? It goes with the dress, so it's not as if the watch clashes with the dress. I'll keep it on.' She changed shoes, brushed her hair, and put a spritz of perfume on before leaving.

"How do I look?" Terra turned around in John's office to show him the entirety of her outfit.

"Stunning," he answered, taking her hand in his and kissing her cheek.

"You can dance, right?"

"I'm not certain."

"John, be honest, is there anything you're certain about?" she exasperatedly said.

"One thing…there's one thing." He stepped closer to her, looking in her green eyes. He leaned towards her and she mimicked the motion. Their lips met once again in a loving kiss. John placed his hands on her waist while hers clasped behind his neck. He had to bend down to kiss her, as she only reached his chin.

Martha chose then to barge in. They quickly broke the kiss and John turned to face Martha.

"They've found us!" Martha exclaimed, clearly out of breath.

"Martha I've warned you-"

"Are you on the run, John?" Terra asked, cautiously.

He quickly faced Terra, "No, I'm not. I don't know what Martha means by 'They've found us', I promise."

She looked into his eyes, seeing that he was not lying, "Ok, I trust you."

"They've found us, and I've seen them- they look like people, like us, like normal. I'm sorry, but you've got to open the watch." Martha ranted, walking towards the mantelpiece looking for something. She started moving things on the mantelpiece, "Where is it?"

"Where's what, Martha?" Terra asked.

"He had a fob watch just like the one on your necklace. It was sitting right here, where could it have gone?"

"Did I? I don't remember," John said.

"What's so important about an old fob watch?"

"But we need it... oh my god, Doctor we're hiding from aliens, and they've got Jenny and they've... possessed her or copied her or something and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?" Martha urgently said.

"Oh I see," he whispered in Terra's ear, "cultural differences…" He picked up his journal, "It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this is what we call a story."

"Oh you complete...THIS," she gestured to him with her finger, "is not you, THIS is 1913."

"Yes, that's right. This is 1913."

She looked like she wanted to punch him right then. "I've sorry, I'm really sorry but I've got to snap you out of this." She slapped him clean across the face.

"What'd you go do that for, Martha?" Terra asked, shocked that a servant would do that to their master.

Martha grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him with her, "Wake up! You're coming back to the TARDIS with me!"

"How dare you! I'm not going anywhere with an insane servant! Martha, you are dismissed, you will leave these premises immediately. Now get out!" He used the grip she had on him to throw her out of his office, slamming the door behind him. "Nerve of it, absolute cheek! You think I'm a fantasist, what about her?"

Terra hugged him, "Calm down, being angry about what has already been taken care of accomplishes nothing." He hugged her back, taking several deep breaths. "Better?" she asked after a few seconds.

"Much, thank you."

"Anytime. Funny thing is, you did have a fob watch. The first time I came in here I saw it on the mantel. I remember it because it looks just like mine." She showed him her necklace.

"I do recall owning something like that…" He turned around to check the time, "We'd better get a move on if we don't want to be late."

"Shall we, then?"

"Let's," he linked his arm with hers and they walked out.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please take your partners for a waltz!" the announcer requested.

John and Terra got into position and, when the music started, began to dance.

Terra sarcastically said, "So you can dance!"

"I've surprised myself!" They bumped into another couple, "Sorry."

"Next thing you know, you'll be making me a créme brulée!" she laughed.

"Or maybe a soufflé!" John laughed.

About an hour of dancing later, "John, I'm getting a bit tired. Can we sit down?"

"Sure," he led her over to a table, "I'll go get drinks."

"Thank you." She sat and waited. Ten minutes later he was still not back, she looked around the room and spotted him. He was standing in a line for drinks. He gestured that he was still waiting and looked annoyed. She smiled and chuckled, causing his face to light up.

Martha walked over, "Yes, Martha?" Terra asked.

"He's different from any other man you've ever met, right?" Martha directly asked.

"Straight to the point aren't you? Yes, he's different. But, he's a good different."

"And sometimes he says these strange things, like people and places you've never heard of, yeah? But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look in his eyes you know - you just know that there's something else in there. Something hidden. Right behind the eyes, something hidden away. In the dark."

"Yes, but I've been told the same thing about me. I don't mind the minor confusion. You're not supposed to understand or know absolutely everything about anyone."

"I don't mean to be rude, but the awful thing is it doesn't even matter what you think. But you're nice. And you're lucky. And I just wanted to say sorry for what I'm about to do."

"Well, you are being rude." She glared.

John walked up to the table with two drinks, obviously not pleased to see Martha there. "Oh, now really, Martha. This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave."

Martha held out a silver stick with a blue light bulb at the end of it. "Do you know what this is? Name it. Go on, name it."

"That's a rather peculiar device…what does it do? Can I hold it?" Terra asked, looking at John.

John gently took it from Martha and turned it over in his hands. "You're not John Smith. You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real. He's you," Martha stated with a soft tone of voice.

"THERE WILL BE SILENCE, ALL OF YOU!" Clarke yelled to silence everyone in the dance hall and gain attention. Baines and Jenny led in a whole army of scarecrows. "I SAID SILENCE!"

The announcer was confused, as was everyone else in the dance hall, "Mr. Clarke, what is going on?"

The announcer never got his answer. Clarke turned and shot him, dissolving the man into nothing.

Martha urgently turned to John, "Mr. Smith, everything I told you, just forget it! Don't say anything."

"I ASKED FOR SILENCE!" Clarke yelled, "Now then. We have a few questions for Mr. Smith."

"Better than that," a little girl walked up next to him, "The teacher. He's the Doctor. I heard them talking."

Baines grinned, "You took human form…"

"What's he mean by that? John?" Terra questioned.

John stood up and answered, "Of course I'm human, I was born human! As were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mr. Clarke! What is going on, this is madness!"

Baines laughed, "And a human brain, too! Simple, thick and dull."

Jenny sighed, "He's no good like this."

Clarke sneered, "We need a Time Lord."

Baines chuckled, "Easily done." He held up the same type of gun that turned the announcer to nothing. He pointed it at John, "Change back."

Terra disregarded what was going on and stood next to Martha, "Martha, you seem to know what's going on. What does he mean change back?"

Martha exasperatedly sighed, "I've been trying to tell you, John is the man in the book. John is The Doctor."

Jenny walked over and grabbed Martha, holding one of the, what Terra chose to call Dissolver Guns, to Martha's head. "MARTHA!"

Martha screamed, "Get off me!"

"She's your friend, isn't she? Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

John, annoyed, exclaimed, "I don't know what you mean!

Jenny pondered aloud, "Wait a minute... The maid told me about Smith and Greyson...that woman, there!" She pointed at Terra.

Clarke grinned, "Let's have you!" He made a move to grab Terra, who tried to kick him in the shin, he dodged and held her hands behind her back with one hand, the gun to her head with the other.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, you mongrel!" Terra struggled in his grasp.

Baines laughed, "Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things, are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or the Teacher? Your friend - or your lover? Your choice."

John looked terrified.