Um, okay. So, hi, if anyone actually ends up reading this. Constructive criticism is okay, but please don't cyberbully. Thanks :)

This is post-Journey's End, but pre-Planet of the Dead. It's hopefully going to be like an entire series between Donna and Christina. Probably a good idea to have seen the first episode of season 2 of Supernatural, as the main character makes a reference with a huge spoiler about John Winchester. It's also going to be a crossover of Season 1 later on, but not for a while. Can't tell you exactly when because of spoilers and all that.

Disclaimer: I'm not Moffat, so I don't own Doctor Who. However, don't kidnap my OC. Key word: MY.

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The British airport could have been blowing up for all I knew. The saddest episode of Supernatural I had ever seen had just ended, and Carry On My Wayward Son was blasting into my headphones. I didn't even realize I was making walrus noises until I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I took my headphones off and looked at the person.

"Hey, are you okay?" I started at his British voice before I remembered that this was England.

"Yeah, fine. It's just feels." At his confused expression I elaborated. "I watched a really sad episode of a TV show I'm getting into. The main characters' dad just got shot to save his older son from a coma."

He barely seemed to be paying attention to me. "Are you American?" I nodded. "Are you on holiday?"

"We say vacation, but yeah. I was visiting my uncle at his farmhouse thingy, but I'm going back to San Francisco in about an hour."

He grinned and said "Thingy. Quite like that word." He gestured toward a chair like he wanted to sit down.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks. But isn't it odd, living somewhere where the earth can move any second?"

"No, not really. It doesn't normally, and even if it does, I haven't actually felt one. They're normally low-grade."

"Oh." We sat awkwardly for about five seconds. "Probably should have introduced myself first. I'm the Doctor."

I laughed. "Are we just going for random words as names because we don't know if the other person is a psychopath or not?"

He acted like he got asked that question daily. "No, that's my actual name." He pulled a leather wallet out of his pocket and gave it to me with the inside showing. There was a blank piece of paper inside. "Got an ID and everything."

"Okay… I don't know about England, but American IDs come as plastic cards. They also come with some sort of design and not plain white. Did you really make that wallet thing just so you could show people a fake ID and not get arrested?" He looked surprised, but didn't say anything. "Okay, Doctor. Nice to meet you. I'm the Dalek. Unless you want to call me Gabby."

His expression suddenly grew strained, but he smiled like nothing was wrong. "Yeah, definitely going for Gabby. Where did you hear that other one?"

"I just feel like the words Doctor and Dalek are…linked. It's weird to go for appointments. They must think I'm slightly crazy because I say that word a lot, but it's only…Hey!" He had gone beyond strained and anxiously stood up, listening to something I couldn't hear over the airport noises. "Doc-"

He rounded on me. "Don't finish that word. I don't want them to know who I am yet. But how are they here, they're gone, I put them back into the Void! Lost Rose doing it too..." He stared at the ground, clearly trying to hold back memories.

I hated to interrupt his clear grief, but I didn't understand. "Who are they?"

He gestured to the terminal. "Ask them yourself."

I put my laptop and headphones on the floor so that I could stand up and turn around to face the tunnel you walk through to get to the plane. Metallic stomping was coming from it, and I could swear I'd heard it before. As the first row came into view, I looked at them, staring in horror. "Doctor, they're Cybermen."

He stopped looking at the tunnel and the metal men to grab my shoulders and turn me to face him. He took his coat off quickly. "Why are you doing that? Those robots could kill us any time they want to, and you're worried about being too warm?"

"It's not about my temperature, I just need to get something. Gabby, you knew their name. When I put the Cybermen and the Daleks in the Void, I told the TARDIS to make sure no one knew anything about them. Not even residual memory could get through - well, unless you're UNIT or Torchwood, but you can't be. You're American. How did you remember?" He pulled a thing from his suit.

"Why did you steal my name? And really, Cybermen? It's a name that comes straight from the 60s." I turned my head around to see him shining the thing in my face, making an ear-shattering noise. I smacked it away from me as I continued. "What the hell are they?"

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So, that's the first chapter. No, Gabby telling the Doctor about the Cybermen and then forgetting was not accidental, and I'll explain it eventually. Not anytime soon. I'm going to update at least every other week (going for the longest amount of time so I don't break any promises). I know how it feels to be following fanfictions that never update (*cough cough* four of the eleven that I'm reading), and I'm never going to do that to even one person. If you follow me, I'm not going to be a jerk about it. I might not thank you then because I suck at that stuff, but I'm thanking you now. You're amazing. I'm aiming to update next week, so see you then (hopefully)!