Author's Notes: Hello my sweet little aliens! Ok, I decided to honor the Doctor Who series by writing a fanfiction about the Ninth Doctor (My doctor) and an OC and their amazing and fantastic adventures through space and time. They meet a lot of interesting characters, some good others bad, along the way and discover something that they didn't know about themselves. I thought this was really cute and fun to write and I am a huge Doctor Who fan if you cannot tell by now!

Without further adieu!

(I don't own anything from Doctor Who!)

My life was as normal as an American girl's should be. My father left my mother and me when I was a baby and just a few weeks ago, my mother passed away from cancer. Aside from Marianne and Jack, my best friends and soon to be married to each other friends, I am alone in this world. I accept that I am a ditsy character but Marianne says it's because I was destined to meet a man that would take me to places no other have seen before.

I love her but I think it's a bunch of crap. To save me from loneliness, Marianne invited me to live with her while they were finalizing the wedding details. I wish I would just get an apartment on my own but no, it'll be grander!

Sometimes I worry for her and Jack, I really do.

"Amelia, remember to pick up some bread and milk when you get off of work!"

"Alright, Marianne!"

"Be careful!"

I shook my head and jumped on the lift and squeezed into the crowded room. It never amazed me to feel the tension in the room when it was morning rush. It was thick and stronger than before. It felt like anxious waiting and boredom. And then there was…excitement, like something exciting and new was going to happen.

I shrugged it off and walked out of the building to the street of London when something caught my eye. It was a strange blue police box, the kind London had before payphones. There was someone there; he looked like he was waiting for something.

Or someone.

His face was dark and moody but he caught me watching him. His eyes caught mine and for a moment, it felt like I couldn't look away. His blue eyes looked ancient and as old as time but what really made them stand out was the controlled joy I saw. The marvelous wonder of things to come amazed me. It was like he saw and did things that would blow minds, like he could find any answer to any question. His eyes held mine and I couldn't look away until he broke the eye contact. I took one more look at the man and walked into the pub where I was working for the last couple of weeks.

"Oi you're late again!"

"Sorry the trolley was…"

"Don't lie to me you little cur! I saw you drooling over some bloke a mo' ago!"

I felt my face heat up as I got behind the counter. I hated Mickey sometimes, all pig-faced and smelling like burning fat in a deep-fryer. From the photos he had hanging up, he was once a pleasant and healthy man. Then, after a year's worth of cheeseburgers and chips, he turned fat and ugly. It was a medical wonder that he was alive!

A few of my regulars came in as I was cleaning the counter; Jerry walked in still in his policeman's uniform after a long day's work and sat on the stool closest to me and smiled his award-winning smile as I got him his lager.

"Hey, love, what was Pig talking about over there?"

I looked at the direction he was pointing at and saw Mickey laughing with his pub mates about my nonexistent love life.

"How he didn't care about my nonexistent love life when I arrived late for work today."

"Nonexistent is putting it nicely."

"Shut up Jerry."

Fray walked in and sat next to Jerry and I slid him a shot of whiskey to start him off. Jerry plainly ignored me and started talking to Fray; sometimes I think they were siblings that were separated at birth and given away to two completely different families.

"Hey Jerry, did you see an old police box in the alley across the street?"

"I did. I went over to make sure it was ok when a man appeared from it and told me it was a prop for an independent movie his friends were making."

"Was he tall, kind of dark-looking and wearing jeans and a leather jacket?"

Jerry nodded and smiled as I handed him a whiskey soda.

"Yup, I tell ya he looked shady but I had no reason to question him."

"He was the guy that made me late today! He was standing next to the box looking absolutely bored and tired. He looked like he was waiting for something."

"Or someone," drawled Fray as he finished his whiskey.

I rolled my eyes and cleaned the shot glass that he slid to me.

"Seriously, sweetie, you work so hard for so little and you never smile. You're such a wonderful and smart girl and you deserve someone who sees that."

"Shut up Jerry."

My tone wasn't playful anymore. It sounded pained even to me and I know the two heard it. Jerry's words were the last words my mother said to me before saying goodbye for the last time. The death was quiet and simple like she wanted it to be, but I couldn't help but tear slightly at her whispery voice in my mind.

I recovered and served them until about midnight when Fray got up to get a taxi.

"Jerry, go home, your family needs you more than me."

"Ok, but be careful."

He stood and smiled as he hugged me across the counter, telling me he cared about my safety and that my mother loved me. Sometimes I wish I never told him about my mom but other times like this one? I love him for being so sweet. As he left, the strange man walked in and looked me in the eye.

"Are you still open?"

"For another hour. What happened to you? Girlfriend kick you out?"

"No, I don't have one. I just got off work and needed a drink and everywhere else is closed."

I gestured to the stool across me and asked him what he wanted.

"Bloody Mary."

He watched me make his drink and at first the silence was awkward but as it continued it became normal.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, scaring me a little.

"Amelia Fall and yours?"

He looked around to make sure the pub was completely empty before freely telling me his name.

"The Doctor."

I waited for him to finish his name and when I faced him, I took out an energy drink.

"Doctor…"

"Just the Doctor."

He took a little sip and grimaced at the bitter taste of the drink.

"Never again."

"Excuse me?"

"This is too bitter a drink for me. Can I just have a lager?"

I laughed and exchanged his drink for a lager and as I told him it was on the house, a man walked into the pub.

"What can I get you?"

"I need to see Mickey." His voice was rough and raw but I pointed to the back room that he called his office.

As the man walked back there, the Doctor looked at the photo on the wall of Mickey when he was younger.

"Who's that?"

"My boss, Mickey, he's a little younger in this photo but…"

"Can I see?"

I got the picture down and handed him the framed photo. He stared at the photo in deep concentration at Mickey when he was younger; I figured that he was trying to see if he remembered Mickey from somewhere.

Suddenly there was a crash and a scream of pain. I ran from the counter and ran to the office where the noise was coming from. I threw open the door and saw a large robot holding Mickey up by his collar.

"Please…I've been good!"

The robot whistled and clicked at Mickey when he finally noticed me.

"You ugly cur! Go away!"

The robot dropped Mickey and came after me. I screamed and ducked my head when it stopped.

"What's the problem here?"

It answered in whistles and clicks when I ran to the corner to protect myself. Mickey was running out the door and the robot was following him as the Doctor walked in and offered his hand.

"You alright?"

Before I could answer, I heard something break and someone screaming and I went running to find the robot standing over Mickey's dead body.

"Mickey…"

The robot looked at me and threatened me in whistles when the Doctor began to explain everything to him.

"Why…?"

"Why what?"

"Why is Mickey dead?"

"He was a criminal on the run from his home world for stealing secrets to sell to enemies."

I stood up, albeit it shaking, and ran a hand through my hair.

"Mickey was an alien."

"But how?! He's from London for Pete's sake!"

The robot pointed at Mickey's dead body and spoke in that alien language I didn't understand. I glanced at the Doctor and pointed to the robot.

"Translation?"

"He wants you to pull his wig off and see how human he was."

I just looked at him until I reached down to grab a hold of Mickey's ugly toupee. This was completely crazy, why was I proving to them that he was or wasn't an alien? I stopped for the slightest moment and whispered my apologies to Mickey. I pulled sharply and instead of a bald head, there was a large sucker full of black goo leaking from the end.

"Oh…my…"

Mickey's eyes suddenly opened and he growled dangerously as he reached for my arm. There was a very loud bang and Mickey fell back onto the floor, bleeding more black goo from his head and chest. I was in a shock and backed away enough to have the harsh truth glaring at me.

Mickey was an alien with a sucker for a head and he just tried to kill me.

I felt so sick I ran to the dinghy old bathroom next to the counter and I emptied my stomach of the fruit and energy drinks that I had today. I felt cooling fingers brush my neck after I was done throwing up.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry, but seeing your boss' sucker and seeing him try and kill you will usually upset the stomach."

I stood up against the wall and winced at the messy floor. The entire bathroom was messy and dirty, even the walls were a darker shade of the butter yellow they once were.

"Need anything?"

"Yeah… I need you to stay away from me!"

I opened my eyes and glared at the handsome and mysterious man who called himself a doctor. He stumbled back and watched me with interested eyes.

"Don't pretend to care about me. Stay out of my life and stay out of my way."

"Wait, Amelia…"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I pushed him and ran as fast as I could out of the pub. No one tried stopping me and I kind of wished they had.

Author's Notes: So what do you think so far? Leave me a review about the characters, what you liked or didn't like. It would help me to become a better writer if you did and I can handle criticism and I won't be offended if you say my story absolutely sucks.

Until next time, my sweet little aliens!