I do apologize for the beginning of this story, it doesn't hold together as well as I had hoped. It kind of came from a dream (Like a majority of my stories do)

At least, however, it's my long awaited Doctor Who fic! This is a rather mild story compared to most of the others I have written. If I ever finish Hellboy... I'll let you all know.. haha.

(Yay it works now!)

Backstory- Ari (short for Arianna) was abandoned at about the age of six. She has no memory of anything before they found her in the middle of the city crying. They have had no luck searching for any family she might have, not that they were trying hard. She is a ward of the state, unable to stay with one foster family, let alone get adopted. Most foster families at best found her strange and antiscocial, at worst creepy. Since she could remember she was able to astral project into the ghost world, bringing messages from loved ones, or even talking to them. Things around her seemed to move or explode, using an energy none of them could figure out where it was coming from. Now Ari is twenty one, a junior in college and living life with others like her. She follows a different path than most girls her age. She is pagan, studies spellcasting, and has a coven. Her college room mate was orphaned at the age of 12, and they live together during the summer work season.

first POV

It was a dark night, stormy too, the day had been nice enough, hot and humid. Lightning flashed violently as thunder boomed close by. I had been startled by the sudden storm, and had hurried to my car as soon as I got off work, because I had left not only my car windows open, but most of the windows open at home. I was almost home from work though, thankfully. It had been a rather long day. It had been a very long day and I wanted to get home and relax in a bath and then read a book or maybe watch the television. I wanted also to watch the storm, since it was perfect. I loved storms, they seemed to give me energy to get things done when I thought I was too tired. In the car I was exhausted and bored, but I knew as soon as I stepped out into the rain, I would be energized and laughing, dancing in the rain.

I didn't see it in time, the lightning had flashed brightly, leaving spots in my eyes, just like a camera flash, it had illuminated everything but the car. Then headlights blinded me twice over. The car moved, not stopping at the stop sign. All that ran through my mind was that since I didn't have a stop sign, I had the right away. I tried to save both our cars by hitting the brakes, and trying to not swerve into the oncoming traffic.

The last thing I heard was the screech of tires and screaming metal. I felt fire shoot up my leg as I dove to the side to avoid the glass as the car slammed into mine. It sprayed over me as I covered my head with my arms. The car slammed me forward as well as sideways. Then I remembered nothing.

I was aware of the pain first, then the thunder. I winced as I attempted to move. I apparently hadn't been out for long. I was still belted into my car. I felt blood oozing from the various parts of flesh that was uncovered when the glass sprayed on me. I was also aware of the man shouting obscenities at me from a few feet away.

He turned back to his vehicle, and I tried to shoulder my door open. It protested loudly, but did not give. My shoulder now hurt as well. My seatbelt seemed to be stuck as well, so I felt trapped. I was worried about what the man was doing, he seemed so angry.

There was a loud crack, I would have thought it was thunder, had my rear window not shattered. The noise was deafening, and I cried out, covering my ears. I ducked, covering my head in time to dodge the next shot. I lay there trying to catch my breath, the pain in my leg almost forgotten as new fire raced up to my side and caught in my chest. I tried to keep silent as possible. Another shot rang out, shattering my windshield.

"Who the hell carries a fragging rifle in their P.O.S?" I shouted after the next shot.

"Enough!" A voice commanded.

I shook my head, feeling it fog over, but not because I had hit my head, if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought someone was entering my mind and trying to force their way into parts I would rather have private, parts that I couldn't remember. It was like they were trying to control me. I looked dazedly up, towards the windowless door. I felt like I couldn't even sit up then. I felt lethargic, I probably had a concussion. A flash of lightning revealed a man with dark features and smoldering eyes, eyes that terrified me, and I knew I would see them for a long time in my dreams. Suddenly in the darkness and subsequent thunder boom, my door was ripped off its hinges.

Thunder crashed, but it wasn't the storm. I was unsure of what was happening, I was yelling, flailing my arms and generally causing a pretty big fuss. I felt someone grab my arm roughly, and they tried to yank me from the seat. I tried to fight, but it was as if I were moving in slow motion. My head flew back as whoever it was yanked my hair. My head then hit the door frame hard. I heard shouting, and strange sounds as the person grabbing for me let go and started screaming about killing people.

"Check her!" I heard from far away.

"She's alright doctor, dazed is all!" Another shouted, much closer.

I was pretty sure that I was more than dazed however, I could have sworn things were happening that shouldn't. Then again, I was one to talk on that front. I felt a hand touch my cheek. My vision began to clear on a young man, who was ushered aside by an older man, though not too much older physically. He had semi long curly hair. He put his hand on my forehead, and winced. He took something from his long coat. I scrambled as well as I could to get away, but it hurt so badly. I felt glass cut into my hands as I fell out of the car, and started to drag myself away.

"Please, don't move. You'll only hurt yourself further." The younger one said plaintively.

"I won't hurt you. I must free you before he returns for you. Be still." The one who had been called doctor said gently.

I looked into his eyes, clear blue, and ancient. I felt something in my heart tell me he was alright, perhaps it was a bit of my housemate rubbing off on me. She was the big empath, and I couldn't wait to get back to her and the house. I didn't want anything more to do with this storm. With the strength a man his build shouldn't have possessed, the man lifted me from the my position on the street, rather easily.. Aside from the two wrecked cars, and an indistinguishable shape, the street was empty.

"He's done something, the authorities aren't coming. Her life is still in danger. Come, we must take her to receive care." He said.

"Aren't you a doctor? What's going on?" I gasped in pain.

"No, not the kind you need my dear. I only wish I knew what was going on, what he wanted with you. Are you alright?" He asked soft worry on his voice.

I tried to reply, but the pain became too much, I thought I was going to be sick. I felt myself sinking into unconsciousness. The rain fell harder as I slipped into the darkness. I didn't want to go there, because I knew what lay in the darkness, the pain and suffering of those dark recesses of memory long gone. If I were to go there, my memory would cut into my very soul, and I still wouldn't know why. Before I gave into the black hole, I heard his heart beating. It was a strange dual beat, but soothing. Almost as if he had two hearts.

I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings, the room was austere, white and almost alive. It didn't smell like a hospital, and I felt like I should be in one. My chest hurt badly, I didn't know why, I wanted to cough, but when I tried, I thought I was going to die. I tried to stand up to relieve some of the pain. I couldn't move, and I started to panic. I tried to forcefully remove myself from the bindings, through the searing pain. I could hear someone come into the room, and those dark eyes caught me again, and I started to whimper with the pain and fear.

"Ahh, you're awake. Please, don't fight the bindings. They're there to protect you from being thrown about. I'm sorry for all your troubles; he's always been a nuisance to your people, if these truly are your people…" He said, beginning to mumble "We're going to leave you with them now at any rate, the earth people."

I was confused; my head swam with all that he said, jumbling the words. I felt fire coursing through my veins. I didn't know up from down or real from delusion. I felt like I was being carried once more through a maze. The dual heartbeat was hypnotizing, a whisper from the walls around me, telling me none of this was real, and to forget it ever happened. I was soon asleep, feeling the soothing beat lulling me to sleep. The soft whispers were building a wall in my mind, taking away from me the memory of the ones who had saved me and hiding it in the recesses of my mind, where I dared not go. I couldn't fight it. They whispered of my safety and that of the ones I was to forget.

I reached towards the wall, before I could be cut off forever from my memories; all I could see was his piercing blue eyes. All I could feel was the pain in my heart and the hope that he was the one I had been searching for. I couldn't go further. The things in that part of my mind terrified me. It was where my nightmarish and fevered dreams came from. Shards of memory too painful to grasp, they cut my fingers as I tried to grab hold of him. I fell to my knees, holding them to my chest as blood dripped to the ground at my knees.

I could hear the screams from that darkened place, as he drifted further and further into that hellish blackness. I reached forward once more, lines of blood appearing on my arm. I screamed in pain, but wouldn't let go of that small flash of color. A flag maybe? I didn't know, but I didn't let go, though the pain was excruciating.