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Competition was in a month.

The choir had been singing these songs for what seemed like ages, and we could already feel the pressure of the upcoming events.

"No, altos, you're sharp!" Mr. Jackson scolded us, in his slight southern drawl. "Sopranos, a little less vibrato. Bass' you came in early on measure fifteen. Tenors, you're too quiet – and you need to carry that whole note across from ten to eleven."

Whoever you were in this school, you knew to respect Mr. Jackson, no matter what he said or did, because he always knew what he was talking about. He was strict, but got the job done. And this is why my high school, the Jefferson Tigers, always went to major competitions all over the country, and always came back with gold. I was a senior, and was determined to make this year our best year yet.

Yes, we always did well, but this had to be our best.

A red-headed freshman in front of me, Ava, started to goof off while Mr. Jackson was working with the tenors, so I tugged her hair, and pretended to mark my music as she stared daggers at the entire back row.

"Okay!" Mr. Jackson suddenly shouted, taking his place. "From the repeat!" He started to count, but as we opened our mouths to sing, the classroom door opened, and a man dressed in a Roman warrior costume, and quite a large nose, fell in.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized, and studied all of us on the risers. "Doctor, did you get the right time?" he asked, and another man shuffled in.

He had light brown hair that hung in his face, and had wide, green eyes that seemed to be scared. He had a brown tweed jacket on, dark pants, and dress shoes. He fiddled with his red bowtie before answering. "No, no, she's here. She has to be here."

His eyes landed on me and he grinned, rushed over, and pushed Ava out of the way before picking me up, and spinning me around.

"Oh thank God," the Roman sighed, and pulled out his sword. "Sorry for barging in like this." He turned to our choir director, and everyone was in complete shock.

The strange, green eyed man still had me in his embrace, and I stared at him with wide eyes.

"I would ask when the last time you saw me was, and where we are, but I really don't care," he stated, his British accent coming out thick, much like the Romans. And then, before I could stop him, he placed me on the ground, cupped my face, and kissed me. It wasn't a peck, either. It was a full on, passionate kiss.

I was too shocked to react, but the man didn't seem to notice. He slowly pulled away, and rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. His hands slid down my shoulders, and gently took my hands.

"Right!" he suddenly exclaimed, jumping away, and starting to run out the door.

The Roman rolled his eyes, and started to follow the strange man, but then stopped, and turned to face me. "Well, come on Lily," he called, fixing his helmet. "Amy's in trouble and we have to leave."

"What's the hold up?" the crazy man asked, stepping back into the room.

The Roman shrugged, and tugged my arm. "Come on, Lily," he urged again. "Did you not hear me? Amy is in trouble, we don't have any time to-"

"Who are you?" I finally asked, my slight British accent making me sound angry, even though I wasn't. It was a mystery as to where my accent came from, since I was adopted from an orphanage in the city when I was a little girl. I had never left the states, and it always made people think I was a foreign exchange student.

The two men shared glances, and the one that kissed me looked terrified. "Lily, please," he begged, and walked over to me, taking my hands again. "Please, you have to know me. It's me, the Doctor. Please, Lily." He lifted my left hand, inspecting it. "It's gone," he then stated and kissed my hand. "You don't have your ring on."

"What ring?" I asked. "I don't wear rings."

"No," he said sadly, his eyes closed once more. "No, apparently not. Not yet, anyway."

"Doctor, what does she mean?" the Roman asked. "What does she mean she doesn't know us? We just saw her the other day."

"Our timelines are crossed, as you know, Rory," The Doctor explained, not letting go if me, even though I was struggling to be set free. "With River and I, the timelines are reversed, but with Lily... It's a complete mess. We've met her, but she hasn't met us yet. Yesterday to us could be in a year to her."

"Well, why don't we just go find a future version of her?" Rory asked, walking over, and giving me an odd look.

"We can't," The Doctor said solemnly. "She told me about this day, long ago. It's a fixed point."

"What are you two talking about?" I asked, slightly scared. "And how did you get in here? How do you know me? The office doesn't let random people in, especially people with…swords."

"We didn't come through the doors," the Doctor smirked, and kissed my forehead, before turning to Mr. Jackson. "Right! Steve, you don't know me yet, but that's okay! She'll be back in five minutes. Maybe."

He and Rory the Roman each took a hold if my arms, and lifted me.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Put me down! I demand to be put down right now, or so help me, I'll-"

"Oh, hush, will you?" the Doctor sighed, as they dragged me out if the choir room.

Everyone was still in shock, and from what I could tell, only my best friend, Alexia, had come to her senses, and was rushing over to Mr. Jackson's phone on his desk.

I started kicking and struggling more.

"Oi!" the Doctor shouted, after I had kicked his knee. "That hurt!"

We walked – well I was dragged, and they walked – down the hall, until we came to one of the practice rooms that the choir and band shared. They set me down, and Rory gripped my arm, while The Doctor opened the door.

I was expecting to see the old piano that was terribly out of tune, like always, but was shocked when I saw a huge, blue box.

I stopped struggling to stare at it. "Whoa," I gasped. "How did you get that in here?"

The Doctor grinned, and pulled out a key. "I've always wanted to see your reaction. You always seemed so calm before."

"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, as he opened the door. "There's no way I'm getting in that box with two strange men. Especially one with a sword."

They ignored me, and once the door was open, they pulled me inside. The Doctor locked the door behind us, but I hardly noticed.

"How…how is this possible?" I asked, gazing around the large room. "We stepped into a box. How is this here? This shouldn't be possible."

"Ah!" someone exclaimed behind me. "Lily, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever show up."

I turned, only to be faced with a green lady. With a scream, I stumbled back, and ended up tripping on a step. I fell on my butt, and the green lady gave me a strange look.

"Lily," a girl beside the green lady called, "are you alright?" This girl was normal looking, with brown hair, and a pretty face. Like everyone else, it seemed, she had a British accent.

"She- she's green!" I screamed, and crawled back. "And scale-y!"

"Lily, are you alright?" the green woman asked, and I felt someone hoist me up.

I turned, and faced the Doctor. "What's going on?" I asked, staring around the big room. A set of stairs led up to who knows where and there was a big contraption surrounding a big cylinder.

"Lily, this is hard to explain," The Doctor started, flipping a switch. "I'm a time traveler, and I've met you before, in your future, my past."

"Time Traveler?" I repeated, looking around. "With green monsters in your bigger on the inside time machine?"

"I'm not a monster!" the green lady protested. "I'm a native to this world!"

I put my fingers to my temples, feeling a headache.

Someone put their hands on my shoulders, and I looked up to see the Roman. "It's a lot to take in, I know," he told me. "I went through the same thing, and you'll be there to see it. But it'll all work out, won't it, Doctor?"

We both glanced up at the strange man, who had his back turned to us. "Of course it will," he finally said, turning to us with a smile. "It always does, in the end." He clapped his hands and took my arm, dragging me to the staircase. "Now, we're going into battle! And as much as I like your skirt, I don't think it will be very helpful."

I glanced down at my clothes, and saw that I was wearing a short black and white horizontally striped skirt, and a white blouse, with a red leather jacket. My shoes were red heels, and since it was already the last period of the day, my feet were starting to hurt. "Battle?" I asked, realizing what he said. "What do you mean, battle?"

He avoided eye contact, instead turning to the green lady and her friend. "Madame Vastra, Jenny, could you please?"

"Could they please what?" I asked, taking a step back. "I'm not going anywhere; you're taking me straight back to my classroom, got it? Right now."

"Doctor?" Rory asked, staring at me. "If she hasn't met us yet, that means she doesn't have a gun, right?"

"Correct," The Doctor confirmed, pressing buttons, and motioning to the two women.

"Well, let's give her one!" a new voice ordered, and I turned to see a giant potato in a futuristic suit. A giant blue man was next to him.

"We're over whelming her," the green lady, Madame Vastra, said softly, and calmly walked over to me. "Come, Lily, and we'll get you proper clothes for the oncoming task."

"A-aliens," I finally muttered. "That's what you are. Like all those things that's been happening in England. Oh my gosh. I'm being abducted by aliens."

"Rightio!" The Doctor grinned madly, and my jaw dropped. "But we're good aliens," The Doctor continued. "Well, we're almost doubting Strax over there, but we need all the help we can get, so we'll just pretend he's nice."

I glanced at the potato man, Strax, and felt like I was going to faint. I must've looked it, too, because the Roman was suddenly standing in front of me, feeling my forehead.

"Lily, are you alright?" he asked, and I felt like I was going to cry, simply out of frustration.

"Do I look alright? I'm being abducted by aliens who seem to know an awful lot about me, and I have absolutely no clue what's going on!" I screamed, and I felt my face get red. A strand of my curly brown hair got into my eyes, but I didn't bother moving it. "So, someone, tell me what the hell is going on."

Everyone turned to the bowtie wearing doctor, who just had a sad look on his face. I assumed he was in charge, so I set me steely gaze on him.

"I now understand what you went through, when this was reversed," he said sadly, and walked over to me, but I stepped back. His eyebrows furrowed, but he kept eye contact. "I told you, I'm a time traveler. I've known you for years, but you won't know until the future. You travel with me sometimes, but only one or two trips at a time. You helped – well, will help – save the universe several times. I know this makes no sense, but I promise you, it's all true."

This was too much like a movie. A normal, high school girl gets picked up by a strange man, and he fills her head with stories.

"He can prove it," Rory spoke up, and I turned swiftly, to see him standing by the door. "Come over here, and I'll prove that we're traveling through time and space, right now."

I hesitated, before slowly trudging over, until I was standing next to him.

In one swift movement, he yanked the door open, and I gasped. In front of me were a million stars, and several blotches of color, which I assumed were galaxies. In the distance, I saw something that looked like Jupiter. Overall, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

"Did someone drug me?" I asked, looking back at the strange people who brought me here.

The Doctor chuckled, and shook his head. "Nice to know you're the same all the way through," he commented.

"Alright," I whispered. "I'm in a spaceship, with a bunch of aliens."

"Well, not all of us are aliens," Rory pointed out. "Jenny and I are human."

The Doctor smiled. "Please, Lily. Just trust me."

I glanced around at everyone, and finally nodded. "Okay. But only because I think I'm dreaming." I grinned slightly at the thought.

Madame Vastra smiled back, and she and Jenny walked over, taking my hands.

"I trust you know where the wardrobe is?" The Doctor asked me, going back to pressing buttons, and flipping switches. The floor started to tremble slightly, and I heard a groaning metal sound.

"How am I supposed to know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and ignoring the sound.

I'll lead you, a voice in my head whispered.

I gasped at the sudden sound, and clutched my hands to my head.

"Are you alright?" Jenny asked me.

"It's the TARDIS speaking to her," The Doctor explained. "Ever since I met her, she's been able to communicate with her. I never understood why."

"The TARDIS?" I asked, looking at the controls. "You mean this time machine can talk to me?"

We always have been able to communicate, the voice said. And though I never understood it, you said we would all find out some day. Which I assume is today.

"I can hear her," I whispered, looking at The Doctor with wide eyes.

He grinned, and then motioned for us to go up the stairs. Madame Vastra and Jenny still had hold of my hands, and together, we went up the stairs and I listened to the TARDIS' instructions until we came upon a door.

This is the wardrobe, the TARDIS told me, and I nodded before opening the door. All three of our jaws dropped, staring at all the winding racks, and all the clothes.

"He has everything," I gasped, walking in, and running my hand along the fabrics. "What am I even supposed to change into?"

"Something easy to move around in," Jenny advised, going through the racks.

"I have to look good, though," I giggled, shifting awkwardly when Vastra seemed to get too close for comfort.

"Lily," she sighed, "trust me when I say I am your friend. We have met before, and I promise, I am good."

Jenny nodded from her place, smiling at the lizard like creature.

I bit my lip, looking at her hesitantly, but nodded also. "I'm sorry; I really shouldn't be that surprised about aliens. Especially with everything that's been happening these past few years. I'm just… shocked, I suppose."

"Which is to be expected," she agreed, and wandered over to another rack. "And, I can't really blame you. When we first met, you seemed to know quite a bit about me, yet I had no idea who you were."

I stopped rummaging through the clothes for a second, and looked at the two women around me. "So what he said was true then?" I asked. "I really have met you all before?"

"Well, you will," Vastra corrected. "It's all in your future, our past. You're in interesting case."

"Lily," Jenny called, and Vastra and I both turned to see her holding out a pair of black pants, that resembled skinny jeans, but even from this distance, I could tell they would be easy to move around in. "What do you think?"

"They're so cute!" I gushed, rushing over to feel the material.

"I remember you wearing something like those the first time I met you," Vastra said, smiling. "And you were always wearing heels. No matter what the occasion was, you wore heels."

I grinned. "That sounds like me," I laughed.

It took half an hour, but we finally had picked out an outfit. I was wearing the black pants that Jenny had found, and added a wide, black belt that I could easily tuck something in if needed. The top we had decided on was kind of a mixture of an older and modern style. It zipped up the front, and was sort of corset looking. It was purple, with a grey stripe on each side. The sleeves covered my shoulders, but didn't go any further than that. I had on fake leather, fingerless gloves, and I felt pretty bad ass. And, like Vastra had said, I had found a pair of tall, black heeled boots. My short, naturally tight curled hair hung loosely around my face, and looking in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself.

"I look… scary," I decided, running my fingers around the low neckline of my top.

Before either of the two could respond, Rory the Roman knocked on the door, before coming in. "Um, the Doctor was wondering if you were ready yet."

We turned to face him, and I nodded slowly.

He stopped, however, looking at me. "Lily," he started, looking me up and down, smiling. "You look like yourself again."

I blinked, and glanced back at the mirror. Was the Lily they all knew so much different than me? Was I even the right Lily? There were thousands on Lily's on this planet, and they say that there are six other people in the world that look just like you. They had to be mistaken, right?

The Doctor himself soon appeared at the doorway, and the look on his face had everyone – even me, and I didn't even know him – on edge. "Can I speak to Lily for a moment?" he asked, his eyes never leaving me.

The others left, and Vastra shot me a look, before walking out, following Rory.

The Doctor didn't say anything for a while, but his eyes never left me. When he took in my outfit, he smiled softly.

"Doctor, are…are you sure that I'm the right girl you're looking for?" I asked, staring at the mirror again.

The Doctor smiled, walking over, but stopped a few feet away. "Lily, I would spot you in a sea of people. I could never mistake you for someone else."

I nodded slightly, too scared about everything to press the subject. However, I turned to him when I saw that wasn't the reason why he came to talk to me. "What's wrong? What are you thinking?"

He held my eyes for a few seconds, before closing his, and moving towards me. He held my left hand once more, and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand softly, before answering. "Lily, once, long, long ago, you told me the outline of the story of how you met me," he started, looking at me with fearful eyes.

"And… what did I say?" I asked, terrified of the answer.

"You told me it was the worst, and best, day of your life," he stated.

I blinked, not sure if I had heard him right. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. When I asked for more information, you just laughed." He furrowed his brow, staring down at me. "You also said it was the only time that you knew of when we met in order. So I don't know what makes this the worst or best day for you… But I want to apologize in advance."

"I sound really annoying, and dumb," I half-heartedly joked, but he didn't smile in return.

He just shook his head, and kissed my hand again. "No. No, you're the most wonderful person I've ever met."

Before I could respond, he started walking towards the door, leaving me to follow him.

He's fine, the TARDIS said in my mind, obviously sensing my worry. He's just upset, because you don't know him.

But everyone knows me, I pointed out in my mind. Even you, and I have no idea how we're talking. You're just a machine.

I felt her laughter, and I couldn't help but smile softly at the sound. Maybe now, but soon, you'll become used to everything.

I hope you're right, because I'm feeling slightly crazy at the moment. I grimaced at the thought of talking to a strange voice in my head, but it felt so comfortable.

She laughed again, and I chuckled with her. The Doctor turned, giving me an amused look, almost like he had seem me do it before.

Because you have – well, will, the TARDIS confessed, following my thoughts.

Can you just tell me one thing? I asked. Anything, I don't care what it is.

It was silent for a bit, until I felt a sigh. You were the one who told me, when we first met. And it makes no sense to me either. But you once said that you were my child, but not my child. A child of the TARDIS, but with two human parents.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked aloud, stopping, and realizing I was now back in the control room with everyone else.

"Lily? Are you alright?" Rory asked, looking at me worriedly.

I nodded stiffly, and tried to continue my conversation with the TARDIS, but she had shut off our link, and was being completely silent.

The floor beneath me suddenly shook, and I stumbled, but quickly caught my balance. Everyone around me fell to the ground, except for The Doctor, who continued to run around the consul, pressing buttons.

"Lily, come here!" he shouted, waving me over.

I cautiously ran over, staring at all the buttons.

"You always had a knack at driving this thing, but said I never taught you," The Doctor said, while flipping a switch. "See if you can do it again."

"Are you insane?" I asked, my eyes wide.

With a grin, he nodded, pressing several buttons. "We need to silent her, so that we don't get caught."

TARDIS, I begged with my mind, if I'm your child, but… not your child, you can teach me how to drive you, right?

You don't need me, she responded. Go on, and try it.

I groaned, and stared at all the buttons. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked both the Doctor and TARDIS, but neither of them acknowledged my panic. With a growl, I rubbed my temples, staring at the controls. Turn the sound off? A look at a big, black switch let me know that the brakes were on. How did I know that? I quickly flipped it, and the room around me stopped shaking, and the whooshing, groaning sound stopped.

"Ah!" The Doctor suddenly exclaimed, and everyone slowly stood to their feet. "There we go. Now, we all know the plan, yes?"

Everyone nodded, except me. "What plan?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"You'll be with Madame Vastra and Jenny," The Doctor told me, and the two women waved. "You'll be safe, I promise."

I nodded, and Vastra took my shoulder, pulling me over to her and Jenny's side.

"Right," The Doctor said, looking at everyone in turn, his gaze lingering on me. "Meet you at the rendezvous."