A/N: Ah, late night posting. I usually write my craziest stuff half asleep. Though it doesn't always make much sense the next morning. Anywho, here's another Doctor Who fanfic. This one takes place right after Martha but just before Donna. Kinda like a slight detour the Doctor takes before Donna pops back into his life. It's not a one shot exactly it's more of a...well you'll see.

The church was quiet as ever aside from the light humming. The sun trickled in through the multicolored stained glass giving the room a mystic appearance. Penelope lit a candle and closed her eyes in prayer. She mumbled to herself with a silent Amen. Just as she let out a breath a loud crash sounded behind her. She spun on her heals, eyes wide in terror as a huge, green scaled creature raced past. Not too far behind, followed a man in a brown coat and blue suit.

"What' the-" she mumbled glancing at the ceiling, she whispered, "forgive me," then dashed out of the room.

An eerie clanging sound, like metal on cement caught her attention, drawing her towards the direction from which it came. Following the sound she found the creature as well as the mysterious man. The creature wavered back and forth, cornering the man.

"Is that...is that a?" Penelope mumbled.

"Get back!" the man yelled. "You'll be much safer if you, back out of sight slowly, then run!"

Penelope opened her mouth, then closed it again, and opened it again having the appearance of a fish, "But that's a dragon!" she exclaimed.

"Not exactly," the man shook his head, "just get out of here!"

Penelope looked from the man to the dragon and back before throwing her arms in the air, "OI! DRAGON! OVER HERE! COME GET ME!"

The creature turned its head to face her. It's eyes were glowing bright red, smoke falling from its nostrils.

"Oh poo," she sighed, "What have I done?" Turning on her heals, she high tailed it out of there. Moments later she heard the sound of chains scrapping along the ground along with heavy claws thumping towards her. She picked up her pace but it's been a long time since she's had to run so hard or run at all for that matter.

The creature drew closer, catching up. It let out a roar as it nipped at her ankles. Its tongue slithered out reaching for her legs. Closer and closer as it picked up speed merely inches away. Just as its tongue was about to wrap around her leg, its tongue fell to the ground, severed from the creatures mouth. The creature cried out in pain, stopping in its tracks.

Penelope turned to see what had happened when she spotted the man once again. He was holding an axe in both hands, standing in front of her. "Cylamonian," he said, stretching out the word. "Chop their tongue off and it renders them motionless. It's one of the biggest weaknesses and yet their greatest aspect. They can reach much further than you might imagine with their tongue," he glanced at her, beaming ear to ear. "But they use it quite sparingly since it's they're weakest point." He looked back at the creature, "It'll grow back," he shrugged, "Eventually. Leaves me with enough time to get rid of it."

Penelope stepped up alongside the man, gawking at him, "Excuse me sir, but if you don't mind me asking...who are you?"

The man rose a curious brow, "Well look at that, an American accent," he announced, his face lighting up, "My apologies, sister. My name is The Doctor."

"The Doctor?" Penelope echoed.

The man nodded.

"Doctor Who?"

"Oh, I always love that part."