A/N: This is just a test. Please, if you think he's OOC at all, tell me? It's my first time writing a Doctor Who fanfiction, and I would like to be accurate with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my character Penelope, and if I owned Doctor Who, this story would be completely canon, trust me.

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Prologue - Let Me Go

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When Penelope Vega was walking home from the store with hands full of groceries, she didn't expect to witness the murder of an old man in one of the back alleys she passes on the way home.

She didn't expect to drop her groceries on the spot and run as fast as she could to wherever she could find a policeman. No policemen in sight, she decided to settle for an old school police call box.

She waltzed in, shutting the door behind her and turning to pick up the phone when she paused. Her mouth dropped and she immediately went to leave. Clearly, she was going insane.

But the door wouldn't open. She pushed with her shoulder, with her hands, she even tried kicking it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Oi! Stop kicking my TARDIS!" She screamed and fell to the ground as she turned around, having hit her head on a pole beside her. She groaned, grabbing her head as she sat on the floor.

"Oh, that looked like it hurt. Are you alright?" She looked up to see a man, floppy hair, a bow tie, and delicate eyebrows staring at her and coming closer.

"What the hell is this?" She asked, staring at him. "I'm hallucinating, right? This isn't real? I didn't really go shopping, witness a murder, and I'm not actually in a police box that's smaller on the outside?"

"It's bigger on the inside, and I promise you this is very real. Don't know about the murder though," he said, helping her up. "But the TARDIS doesn't just let anyone in, so who are you?"

"Penny," Penelope said, rubbing her head where it had collided with the pole. "My name is Penny."

"No, no, that's not right. Penny doesn't fit your face, you're not a Penny!" He examined her for a moment. "A Margaret, maybe? No, perhaps an Elizabeth. It's something long, but it's definitely not Penny." His nose scrunched up in slight disgust at the short name.

"Penelope?" She suggested smugly. "My full name is Penelope Vega." He snapped his fingers at her.

"That's it! Penelope! Hello, I'm The Doctor," the man said, smiling and holding out his hand to shake her hand. He only gained a look of absolute absurdity from her.

"Doctor what?"

He frowned. "No, no, it's Doctor who."

"Your last name is Who?"

"What? No. You're supposed to ask, 'Doctor Who?' not, 'Doctor what?'. That's just dumb, no one says that!" He exclaimed, seemingly slightly frustrated.

"Well, I do." Penelope looked at the Doctor. He was quite handsome, she had to admit. Though, if the light hit him correctly, he looked as if he had no eyebrows at all.

"I suppose you do," he said, turning around and walking up the staircase. He suddenly turned around sharply and point at her. "Wait, where did you come from? How did you even get in here?"

"I came from out there," she pointed towards the door with her thumb, "and I opened the door."

"But- no, that doesn't make sense, the TARDIS shouldn't have let you in, not without a key." She followed him up the stairs watching him. He walked around this table thingy, which Penelope thought looked quite like a plane's console, before walking back up to her and examining her again.

"What makes you special? She wouldn't have let you in if she didn't have a reason."

"Oi! You can't just ask someone what makes them special, mate!" She pushed him away lightly. "And what do you mean 'she' let me in?" Penelope took him aback. He hadn't expected her to actually answer him.

"First of all, don't push me. Second, by she, I mean my TARDIS." He spun around, gesturing to everything around the two of them. "This is the control room."

"Oh, it's a ship-type situation then? What is it with men and naming things? You expect me to believe this thing has a gender?" She felt a small shock on her left hand and she quickly pulled it to her chest. "Ow!"

"She shocked you, so I should think so. She has a mind of her own sometimes." He walked back to the console and sat in the chair residing near it.

"Ouch," she whimpered quietly, rubbing her hand. "What even is a TARDIS? You're going to have to explain more and answer truthfully, because I'm starting to think I'm going completely insane."

"Oh yes, completely mental," he said, making her look at him as he spun in the chair.

"Excuse me?"

"You're a strange girl, Penelope," he said, pointing at her. "Most of the people say 'completely mental.' You said, 'completely insane,' but judging by the fact your accent isn't noticable, you're not American."

"My dad is American." She stated it so simply, he almost missed it. "What's wrong with Americans mate?"

"They're so loud, always getting into trouble without being asked, and they never listen when they are asked to do something!"

"Neither do any teens, you're describing a whole age of humans," she murmured, folding her arms. "If your TARDIS is a female, why won't she let me out? Isn't it a bit unsafe to lock a girl and a guy in a place together?"

There was a quiet hum.

"Not like I'm going to do anything to you, don't even want to." The Doctor said, turning to try and unlock the doors, but the TARDIS had frozen the controls, leaving him unable to do so. "Oh, come on! I don't want her in here!"

"I don't want to be here either," she said, turning and walking back down the stairs, trying to open the door again. "Look, miss TARDIS, I'm tempted to kick you again, so unlock this door, please." She only received another shock. "Stop doing that!" She sighed and sat on the floor.

"What are you doing?" The Doctor asked, and she glared at him.

"Waiting for you to finish explaining what a TARDIS is." She folded her arms are glared at the man that was keeping her prisoner here. He sighed, leaning against the console.

"Time And Relative Dimensions In Space," he said quickly, pointing up towards the console. "It's a time machine." She stood and kicked the door again, trying to get out of the box. "Oi!"

"I was right, I'm going insane. Forget this, I'm going to check myself into a psychiatric ward."

"You're not going insane, Penelope," the Doctor said, sitting back down in the pilot's chair. His voice echoed down the staircase.

"Oh yeah?" She asked, glaring daggers directly at where his head would be. "Well, you can shove it!"

"Now that's just rude," he whispered watching her try to get out. To be completely honest, he wasn't sure why his TARDIS wouldn't let her leave. It's not like she was special, she was just... ordinary.

Of course, so was Donna Noble, and she had proven him wrong.

"UGH! Why won't your damn TARDIS let me out?!" She screamed, turning towards him.

"Maybe it's because you're kicking her," he suggested. "Honestly, I really don't know."

"Tell it to let me out then! I have a family to get to, I have a son! I'm cooking Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow!" She marched up to the man, watching him rear back in his seat as far as he could as she got in his face. "Let me out, now."

"I can't, as I said earlier, the TARDIS kind of has a mind of it's own," he didn't like this woman much, she was rude, pushy, and resorted to violence easily. Probably got that from her father. "Believe me, if I could, I would, you're quite rude. But I can't, the TARDIS won't seem to let me, and I can't figure out why."

Penelope could only cry out in frustration.