(I own neither Doctor Who nor Star Wars)Hellr, I know i have another story, but final exams and STAAR are coming up and are interfering, I also have had this one nagging me for the past two to three weeks. My main charies here are two OCs, time ladies, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan. The doctor is mentioned, and I'll give out back stories later (spoilers)

This stranger ran faster then anyone among these streets had seen, the men behind her were known to be fast and graceful, but mow they were struggling to keep up. The road behind her smoked, as if it was about to catch fire, her feet beneath her were all but a blur. Her legs must've been powerful for her to run this fast and not slow down for at least three or four blocks. Which they were, to her people, hobbies, body build, shyness, sanity, and intelligence all depended on the choice the void made, and the choice the void made depended on the personality. Hers hadn't hers didn't matter, for she was, for now, just a coward, one who runs from their own past.

She glanced behind her, the street had finally caught fire and her pursuers had gotten onto speeders made more for racing down narrow roads. The people in the houses had popped their heads out, some exclaiming things like "Jedi!" or "Mommy, look! Its the Jedi! They're chasing someone." Which were responded to with a, "Get back, I don't want you hurt." or an occasional, "Where?!". She sped up, realizing that ever since they had gotten on speeders, they had been catching up. She became all but a blur, her instincts kicking in and adrenaline powering her.

Her eyes grew wide as she was forced to slow to a stop, a long process due to the speed she had gained, she ended up coming to a stop in front of another speeder. She wasn't necessarily out of breath, but she was close. She didn't know why those guys had chased her, maybe they sensed her fear, maybe they saw her run from a crime scene near by. All she was doing was jogging towards her form of transportation when the scene was going on, in order to get away from harm. She had sensed others following her and changed course. She had sped up and then she knew they were following her, some people in cloaks. She had already identified them as Jedi by what the citizens were calling them, and she sped up until this point.

Another Jedi person got out and stood in front of her. He looked her up and down. While she had been running, confusion and fear had washed over her, not something that she liked. The man looked her up and down, she felt him poke ant her mind, she stiffened. These people were either telepathic or something similar. She responded with a mental image of a nervous wave and a hi. It was the man's turn to stiffen. The other then began poking at her mind and exploring until her mind went into a protective state and gently pushed them away. They respected that, well, not all of them. The youngest kept poking every once in a while until she shot him a glance. The others had learned enough, but she sent this one a stop, now. This young one's eyes went wide and he nodded, her mental voice seemed younger than she was, and meant she sounded just like a mother, and right now, her mind sounded like an agitated mother. She had been a level 15 telepathic on her planet, the highest level of them all. She was able to communicate freely while sending pictures in a controlled fashion, and doing something else like juggling or balancing herself so that she wouldn't fall off a one or two inch thick piece of above a nice 100 feet deep gorge.

The young boy then turned to one of the older men and spoke to him. That man nodded to the one in front of her and that man asked, "Who and what are you, and what is your intention?" His voice was firm and deep. She spoke in a tone that was calm, even though she rarely spoke English, a human language sometimes used by other species throughout the galaxy, if not universe. "I am Lady Time Rift of Gallifrey, a Time Lady, and I mean no harm. I only meant for a bit of time. . . away. . . from home. And by away I mean my planet is in an alternate universe and I can't go back yet." Her voice was young, kind, and sweet at the same time, but held the air of danger, for in case anyone decided it was time for a little prank.

All three of their eyes grew wide in surprise at the mention of her species, they looked her from head to toe. Her hair was brown with many gold streaks in it. Her eyes were a deep blue, and most of the heavier parts of her gown had been discarded whilst the running had been taking place. Her gown was now down to the lighter golden part with circular writing along the bottom. Her face had a circular writing-like pattern on the left side, mostly due to the ancients of her planet, she was old. Yet this incarnation was so. . . young. She had been born within an older Type 40, but brought back to the beginning of the oldest planet, Gallifrey, to be laid beside the untempered schism, and absorbed what became her personality, power, and self, she absorbed the oldest entity in the universe, time. She was as old as Gallifrey itself, yet this body lacked anything that would give away her age, except for those writings. Those translated into the words All and Mother. She was known as the literal mother of time, she could bend it without a TARDIS, and frequently too. If only they knew.

The two older men then immediately said in unison, "We need to take you to see Master Yoda."