The little town of Leadworth had never seen such a snowy winter, causing its inhabitants to be quite keener on getting home before the night of Christmas Eve. As she walked through the inches of snow like it was a regular terrain, Ygritte cursed the wind under her breath. It would all be worth it when she got to sit in front of her fireplace, roasting marshmallows by herself, then watching a few Christmas movies and sleeping until noon the next day. Working at a bookstore in a town of just a few thousand people wasn't a bother, but living a few miles outside of it sure made it a lot harder to commute. Nevertheless, Ygritte managed it every day, not complaining once to anyone at her job or the Internet, as a lot of people seemed to do these days. Instead, she closed herself in with her high bookshelves and gladiator films, hot cocoa and cheese toast, only sometimes finding the will to go out and about.

Just as she walked through her door on December 24th, all hell broke loose. Her keys had barely fit in the lock before she heard the sound of something massive crashing threw her roof. Only a few moments later did she find out half of it had come off, falling apart in her living room, with snow getting on everything. A blue box stood in the midst of it all, having halved her couch and spread the fluff around the floor. It was tilted, supporting itself on the remains of the wooden table Ygritte had been so fond of. Her cheeks turned crimson in anger, becoming almost as red as her curly hair. Someone opened one of the box's tiny doors, and then proceeded to climb out of it whilst taking heavy breaths. After a matter of seconds, the figure was right in front of her, cleaning the dust off its clothes and not even noticing the raging ginger standing a few feet away. She stood at the entrance long enough to fully understand what had just happened. And the truth was,

"You ruined my goddamn house!"

When Ygritte shouted, the man seemed to be taken aback. He lifted his head to look at her, running one hand through his messed up hair.

"Was that your roof?" a goofy smile formed on his face.

"You broke it down, you bloody idiot!"

"I can explain-" he raised his hands in defense.

"Yeah? Explain what? How your stupidity lead you into crashing that… that box into my home!?" the woman pointed, taking a few steps forward.

"Now, hang on, I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, he didn't mean to. I'm so sorry; none of us really mean to ruin people's homes! I suppose it just happens!"

"I'm… I'm really sorry."

She put a stray lock of hair behind her ear, under the wooly hat that kept it from flying in each direction of the world. Her huff of rage was visible in the cold hair as she exhaled, closing her eyes and silently counting to ten.

"I'm calling the police, you know." Ygritte suddenly said, and before the man could reply, she was quickly walking over to what was left of her landline. She picked up the receiver, but as soon as she dialed the number, she saw the sign on the blue box in her living room. The device fell from her hand, with a faint robot-like voice saying that the number could not be reached on the other end. "Why does it say that?"

"Say what?"

"It says 'Police Public Call Box'. Why?"

"Oh, that. It's just a cover up."

Her eyebrows rose.

"A cover up for what?" She could feel the curiosity in her own voice, as well as he heard the Scottish accent ringing in his ears.

"D'you want to find out?"

"Are you trying to lure me into a trap?"

"I promise, I'm not."

"If you are, though, I swear to God, I'm going to-"

"I promise." He was closer to her, close enough to catch her hand. "I am not trying to lure you into a trap."

"How can I be sure?" Ygritte's smile didn't escape his gaze.

"Trust me," he said, "I'm the Doctor."

There she was, spending Christmas Eve staring into a complete stranger's eyes, waiting for a sign from the universe. Waiting for something to tell her that he's dangerous, that she should run now and call for someone to help. But the warning never came. All she felt when he was near her, was how right it was. And how unusually normal it seemed for him to be here at this exact moment.

"Doctor Who?"

"Just the Doctor."

"So, you don't have a regular name like all the other folks?"

"Do I look like a regular folk?" He was certainly amused.

"Well, apart from the box, you seem pretty normal to me."

"If you insist," the man sighed, "then I'm Jon Snow of… where am I exactly?"

"Leadworth." Ygritte replied.

"Jon Snow of Leadworth. I like the sound of that."

"Are you just going to stand here all night, drooling over yourself?"

"Hey, you were the one to ask my name."

"Yes, and you are the one who loves themselves too much, even with an alter ego."

"You have no idea how wrong you are about that." The Doctor's eyes turned a darker shade for a moment, before returning to their regular selves. They were beautifully grey, she noticed, as they stared at one another in silence, once again.

Time was still passing by, slowly, both of them just standing there in her wrecked living room. He was just about to renew their conversation, when all of a sudden the clock at the other end of the house rang eleven times.

"It's late."

"I know." She nodded, only now remembering what 'late' actually meant.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, as in, do you want to come with me?"

"Come with you where?"

"Into the box."

"What, that thing there?" She pointed, clearly confused.

"You wanted to find out what's inside, yes?"

"No. I wanted to know what it's covering up."

"That's the secret."

"But that makes no sense."

"When does anything ever make sense?"

"Surely it does, when people explain properly." Ygritte pulled herself back, arms crossed over her chest.

"You know, you're certainly very quick-witted with strangers."

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm quick-witted with everyone."

"Does that term include inter-galactic aliens?"

"What?"

"All I'm saying is, you haven't met all kinds of everyone."

"Oh, and you have?"

"Yes."

"Of course you have."

"Did I mention it travels through time?" The Doctor nodded over to his box, still shining and fuming in the middle of the woman's home.

"You've got to be kidding." She scoffed.

"You can see for yourself."

"Well, you are certainly very friendly with strangers."

"I'm friendly with everyone."

As they ended their long gazing contest, the pair walked over to the box, examining it for a way to get inside. Ygritte kneeled down, spreading out some couch fluff away from her target: the doors. 'Pull to open', seems simple enough. Just as the reached to pull one of the handles, Jon rushed to stop her.

"Don't!"

"It says pull."

"No, you push."

"It says pull, you twat."

"I'm trying to get a chance to show you around the universe, you could be a little bit nicer."

"I'm trying to follow simple instructions, you could be a little bit more considerate."

He let go, leaving her to handle the doors. She opened both of them, managing to climb inside the tilted box with almost no effort at all.

"Tells me how to open my own TARDIS, that one. Never trust someone who agrees with you so fast, I should've learned that last time…." The Doctor mumbled to himself as he joined her. She was standing still, head up and looking around in a fascinated manner.

"What… what is this?"

"It's a TARDIS." Ygritte turned around, giving him a look that clearly showed she hated being talked to like as if she was supposed to already know something. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space. My dear TARDIS." He stroked the wall lightly, then proceeded to walk around, getting to its centre – a hexagonal console with more buttons and levers anyone could ever count.

"This is a dream."

"It's pretty real from my experience."

"But it's… it's…."

"Go on, say it."

"It's not the same size inside and out."

"Well, that's a way to put it."

"Is this how you get girls? You destroy their houses and then ask them if they want to pop into your apparently legitimate time machine?"

"In a matter of speaking." He chuckled. She managed to laugh along with him. "No one usually says 'yes' so fast."

"Ahh, but I didn't really say 'yes', did I, now?"

"No, you didn't. In fact, I didn't even get your name."

"It's Ygritte."

"Like a name in a novel."

"I suppose." She rolled her eyes, still gazing at the space around her.

"Well then, Ygritte… do you want to travel through space with me?"

"Just like that? You want me to go with you?"

"I can't exactly stop you, you've already seen what the inside is like."

"You find the inside of a box appealing enough to make girls want to join you?"

"I can see it working."

Instead of an answer, she walked over to the door and opened one, looking at her house slowly getting snowed in and the state of her whole living arrangement. She had never noticed it, but after just a minute in a supposed time box, Ygritte felt as if all of it looked surreal. Not possible. Not enough. What if he was saying the truth? What if it was actually real? Travelling through the universe sounded pretty appealing. With a sigh, she said a silent goodbye to her seemingly old life. No matter what, it would never be the same, would it? Even if this was a dream, she would never really feel this suddenly excited feeling in her stomach, and she was aware of it.

"Okay, time boy." Her hand reached up and pulled the hat off her head. "I want adventures. Let's see if your machine can really go through time."

"Oh, it can."

"We'll see." One last look at the living room and the door was closed behind her. "Get me out of here."

His smile was somehow incredibly reassuring.

My friend wanted an AU where Jon/Ygritte was like Ten/Donna but with romance. So, somehow, it turned into Eleven/Amy, but a version which I actually can ship romantically (because, when it comes down to it, from the show, I really don't). Also, it has something to do with the fact that these two shows are coming back in 1-2 days and I'm kind of massively excited about it.