Welcome Ladles and Gentle Spoons, those who have transitioned into different utensils, and those who don't identify as any kind of food eating tool, to Stuck in Another Universe.

It might be a bit long, and the rest of the chapters I'm writing will might be more or less the same length, so bear with me if you don't mind some long chapters, a few Doctors here and there and a few arcs spread around.

Slight warning, just a barest hint of dissociation with reality. And sexual references, for those who are not incline for that sort of thing. Granted, there are few of them, so skip them if you have to.

Also, for those that are having a bit of deja vu at this story, read the notes downstairs as to why I've revised it.


"When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable, I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest ." - Henry David Thoreau


"Sometimes a person's life could change in one day. Sometimes even less than that.

"Sometimes the thing that changes our life, we barely take notice of, until it drops out of the sky.

"With us inside of it no less."

That earned a smile from a blonde bridesmaid, one of the few non - related bridesmaid that was able to attend. She tried not to let her tears fall, her mind decided to remember a funny skit from an old variety show from her childhood, that involved one of her favorite singers in a condiment costume, and in the mist of a rap battle with another costumed rival. Her smile faded, in time for the rest of her friend's vows.

"What happened from that day of tragedy, while it did brought pain, it brought me close friends, a couple of survival skills. You. You're not my perfect man in shining armor. You're my guy, who I love, who can make a difference through genuine trust and understanding. You're my equal, in spirit and mind. My companion for all of my days." The bride smiled, half in relief, the other in joy.

''Now I ask for the ribbons from the Best Man, and the Woman of Honor," Carmen Lopez, the priestess, and one of the bride's best friends, said, her voice loud enough to be conveyed to the end of the row of lawn chairs, filled with guests.

Faith Harrington looked on as both of her closest friends, Susan Brown and Hugo Reyes, received their ribbons with their significant other's name on it. Despite the confining heat from her flowing sea green dress, from the warm mid March day, she couldn't help her wide grin as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. 'You two, ' She thought. 'The Kate and William of the group. Wow… No, that seems like a good analogy. Not perfect, but meh.'

She threw confetti along with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, joyful laughter spread throughout the crowd.

- - - - 5 - - 8

Faith walked toward Susan, who seemed to have an eye on an ice sculpture that is being moved towards the tent/recreation hall for the reception. She had called for her, which caused the blonde bride to turn behind her and hit Faith with her light green veil.

Susan covered her mouth in surprise. "Sorry, I'm so sorry."

Faith laughed it off. "Are you kidding? No need to apologize, Fiver! I was the one behind you." She went to hug her. "So nice that you're a part of the Married Islanders Club now!"

"Seriously?" Susan tried to act serious in her tone, but her playfulness seeped through. "Yeahh…" She nodded, as she spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. "Here's my other half now," Faith cocked her head at her husband, Henry Davis Bloom, who had finished a talk with Lewis, one of the other groomsmen.

"So, Mrs. Reyes, how married life so far?"

Susan had let out a slight giggle at the name 'Mrs. Reyes'. "So far, it seems okay. But I'm not sure about Mrs. Reyes. I mean, its' taken me a while to get used to Brown - but again, it's only been like ten minutes. And technically, it's not official until we go to L.A to get married in the courts, so, I mean - in front of the greater public and.."

"Breathe, Sue, breathe." Faith urged her to calm down. "Worry about it after the honeymoon. As for the name, maybe it's something you talk with the King of the isle." Faith looked over her as she saw Hugo made his way towards them.

Susan grinned at her husband. "Hi there, cariño!"

"Hey!" Hugo Reyes said in kind. 'Sorry about running off, I had to check the kitchens if they had the food ready. We're good to go, all we need to do is move all the chairs."

"Let's me help with that," She turned back to Faith and Henry. "Right, so, Elsa and Eliza backed out last minute for the midnight shift, so if you're up to it-"

"Of course!" Faith said, rather quick, for her at least. "Um, yeah, Fiver! We wouldn't mind, right?" Faith gave Henry an pointed look.

"Nope, it's fine by me."

Susan raised an eyebrow at them before she left with her husband.

Faith and Henry made their way towards their little yellow one story house, that was right across from the festivities. "Did you buy the extra Tupperware?" Henry half whispered into Faith's ear.

"Damn right I did."

- - - - 5 - - 8

Faith, Henry, their friends and most of Susan's siblings crowned around each other as DJ Ella Brown made her way towards the turn table. She waved her hand as if she was a queen greeting her subjects.

"Still can't believe they're competing with one another." Faith had heard Ethan, the only male sibling of the 'Seven', as Faith liked to call them collectively, mostly when Susan was not around and sometimes she included Lewis, as he technically was an honorary member for them. He was conversing with Elena, one of the younger sisters .

"Well, you weren't there during the whole Blue/Orange shabang."

"Yeah, but I've been hearing enough about it that I'm just wondering the why."

"Why of what?"

"The… competitiveness."

"How are y'all doin' tonight?" Ella shouted into her microphone, which caused the unfortunate people who were near to wince. It might not have helped matters that she had affected a Texan accent, that while payed respects to her reunited family, was a strain on her Estuary accent from when she used to live with her adopted family, which resulted in a strange like voice. "As the DJ for this, most special of days, I'm happy to say that the song choices for the night were made, by vote, from everyone over there." She gestured over to Faith's group. "Granted, there was some hot debate about the first song, but, seeing as I'm the DJ right here, I'm settling this right now." The short haired redhead went to put the first song on.

Elyon Brown crossed her fingers together, her body half trembled where she stood.

Faith wasn't particularly worried over the song, she was more than confident that it would be picked.

"You had the story repeated over and over to you, and you're still wondering why?"

Faith felt her mouth curve into a smile, her cheeks rose upward to accommodate it,

With an exaggerated gesture from her hand, Ella started the song.

"Tonight…" A soft spoken woman started to sing over the speakers, with an average quality to the copy. "I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel alive…"

"I haven't heard this version of the song before," Elyon turned her back to Faith, surprised and half amazed at the woman's voice. "Who's the cover artist for this?"

"And the world… I'll turn it inside out, yeah.

I'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't stop me now."

"Oh, I don't really know, listened to it on the radio here once. Took me a while to find it again for a copy, and volía, their first dance as husband and wife." Faith looked on as Susan and Hugo made a few hesitant dance steps out on the dance floor.

"Don't stop me, cause I'm having a good time, having a good time…"

"The exact first song they danced to as a fully realized couple. Had to make it memorable." She wondered of the sad smile on the Bob haired blonde collage woman's face, but Faith had also felt happiness in her contribution to make two people, who were very much in love, who she had seen at the very start of them, have their wedding day be special, memorable for years to come.

- - - - 5 - - 8

"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, - in my arms.."

Faith had filled up the thermos with the Sangria soda, and set it down on an unoccupied chair to find space in her backpack. She turned to Henry, who was also in the middle of storage issues in his cooler, camouflaged by his backpack, for the creamy Angel Hair Pasta. "I kinda wish I didn't ate that cake piece. Never realized Tres leches would taste so… heavenly."

"Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm."

Henry stretched his back, and had turned his body in such a way to let out a small 'crack' from his spine. "I think I can see part of the first level from here."

"You're kidding?" Faith squinted to see, that, indeed, there was a level of cake left to be eaten. "No, I shouldn't. Susan and Hugo are gunna want that piece," Her eyes had lit up as she saw part of the banana shaped tub right next to it. "But there is ice cream to spare!" She went toward her own backpack to find the extra Tupperware.

"Enjoy the silence…" She felt a phantom touch at the base of her neck, coincided as she remembered the iconic, intertwined arc from a show so Timey wimey. 'Just a few years from now… I'm patient.' Faith thought, a nostalgic smile had appeared for a brief moment on her face. Nostalgic for the days to come. 'Wow… That is confusing.'

"Well, I have roam about this Earth, with just a suitcase in my hand.

I've met some bog - eyed joes

I've met the blessed, I've met the damned."

She turned back to Henry, while she waved her plastic red container. "We really need a TARDIS sized bag. At this rate, I'm going have to take some of the stuff back home."

"Faith, are you alright?" Henry asked, more than concerned as he looked into her eyes.

She sighed and turned her head sideways. "Remembering a bit more, it's more …. It's fine, I mean, everything I know from before, it's changed, most of it for the better. But… I can't help this nagging feeling that all these changes are going to add up to something big, big thing that…" She trailed off as she had overheard the song and realized that it was one of her picked song choices.

So reel me in, my precious girl.

Come on take me home.

'Cause my body's tired of travelin'

And my heart don't wish to roam!

No,no, no.

"So many things become variables. " Faith rubbed the back of her head, her neck ached. 'That's what I get for wanting to dance to that Bachata number. That's probably it. ' She pointed behind her, towards the recreational hall. "Ice cream stuff, I was doing - go to do. Going. So, " She pointed again towards the hall. "Going there." She started to walk away, thankful that she decided to switch her green heels to green flats.

I have wandered, I have traveled, I have crossed this crowed sphere.

And I've seen a mass of problems, that I long to disappear.

Now all I have's this anguished heart, for you have vanished too.

Oh girl, my girl, my precious girl!

Just what is this man to do?

- - - - 5 - - 8

And everybody know the story of David and Goliath but this is bigger than triumph

This is for the warrior, this is for you and I

This is for euphoria, give me a piece of mind

God is recordin' this, won't you look in the sky?

"So, tell me again why you pick this song from the radio, again?" Carmen asked her husband, Lewis Callahan, while she cleaned their bean- face - covered three year old son.

"Reminded me a bit of Alicia Keys, more in the voice, really. And this intro, really tight." Lewis shrugged, his generalized British accent shone through.

Tell him you got the behavior of your neighbor

Even when stability's never in your favor!

Fly with the turbulence, only last a minute

Land on your dreams, and recognize you live it!

'"It does sound a lot like her," Faith agreed with Lewis while she turned over the wedding invitation over in her hand, her eyes darted towards the date, March 13, 2008. "You recorded it really well."

"Took me a while. Messed up on a few bits, talked over one. I even had to throw one disk away, findin' a blank one to do the job."

"Wow," Barbara Joanna Miller interjected, finishing the last of her drink.

Walk through the valley of peace, with bare FEET (whoa)

Run through the flames, that's more passion for ME (whoa)

I passed that, this morning just so the world can SEE (whoa)

Got them wolves on me, you watcha me lick 'em clean

"… I heard that Hugo installed this thing called Internet that helps you in things like recording…" Faith said in jest, unconvinced that he couldn't have found a website to help him record the song.

"Yeah.. But I… was trying to prove a point." Lewis said, as he reached for his wine.

Faith raised an eyebrow, her eyes darted back and forth between Lewis and Carmen's faces. "Right.."

I know, I know, my pride, my goals,

my highs, my lows

I know, I know, it's mind control!

I know I could prosper, no impostor, prosecute my posture

I stand up and I stand by her, what.

"Not of my business." Joanna commented, her gaze focused somewhere on the dance floor. "But.. Kinda an interesting point to prove." She said offhandedly, turning around quickly, to finish off her drink in one gulp. "Dashing off!" She left the table, and bumped into Henry.

"Jo, where's the fire?" He asked, a jovial tone.

"Probably in about ten minutes," The brown haired woman muttered as she left the area.

"What's going on with her?" He asked as he moved closer to Faith.

"Who knows?" Carmen shrugged. "Maybe Bar - Bar's new crush that she kept on talking about. Sara or a Lilly something."

"Alright then," Henry nudged Faith. With one glance at each other, Faith understood.

"Right, it's about time for patrolling, so we'll see you tomorrow!" Faith stood up, and bend down to find her backpack. She waved her hand at David, their little boy, who responded in kind. "Hopefully with less food on our face."

"Be careful Fenry!" Carmen shouted to them, along with their paring name that Carmen long ago coined.

"We're well protected." Henry quipped, which caused Faith to laugh out loud.

"Really, Henry?

And the night is takin' over, and the moonlight gets exposure

And the players have been chosen, and it seems like fate has spoken

When it seems your Faith has broken, by the second, losin' focus

Ain't no way to get off, get off, get off, get off - unless you move forward

- - - - 5 - - 8

Faith lean her head back on the tree as she relished the feel of natural jungle wood again, despite the soft cushion of her tied blonde hair underneath, her stomach was in the middle of digestion from the leftover rojo molè. She rubbed the bronze - forged wedding band in her hand, a frequent action as of late, and turned the invitation card over, if only for something to do during her five minute break, before she had set it down near the ground, assured that she would return it back to her bag. 'Note to self,' she thought. 'Use the special shampoo in the morning ' She had looked upward at the close-to-half moon and felt a sudden sense of de'ja vu.

"Faith," She heard her husband's calm voice as he finished with the separation of their plastic containers , in order to not have their worn out backpacks cluttered with uneven weight. "Have you thought about checking the Temple , during our route?"

"No, I don't think-" She adjusted her seating position, a loud burp erupted from her. "Drank too much soda, apparently. "

They both laughed. Faith had started to crawl to grab her Tupperware to put inside of her backpack and to pull out her special surprise.

Faith's eyes widen as she eyed the 8-shot Roman Candle package that Henry placed down on the blanket. "I made sure to find them with different shades of the original colors. I heard there's an extra surprise candle inside."

Faith held out her Roman Candle package. "It's a fiver." She breathed out in disbelief. "Susan told me to buy a five shot."

"And Hugo told me to buy an eighter. Which make sense," He said, as he thought it over. "We're both a couple, and they are significant numbers to them. Make sense that both of us have different numbers."

Faith raised an eyebrow, as she considered the line of thought. "Then how you explain Elena and Damon-"

Henry held up his hand, as he consulted the time with his pocket watch. "About 40 seconds for boom time!" He went to his bag to find his lighter.

Faith busied herself with the packages, and pulled one stick from each.

"15 sec!" Henry stood up, as he caught the thrown candle from Faith. "Thank you!"

"Welcome, Mr. Harrington!" She had held her stick close to his, as he lit them both. He held it upwards, with one hand, with the lighter in the other.

Both of them held it upward, the light from the candles fled into the air, and exploded at the same moment, blue and orange stamped the night sky, along with the other colors from the rest of the chosen.

As soon as her candle finished, Faith threw her Candle towards the ground, as a precaution as it was freshly used, and headed straight for her Polaroid camera in her backpack, to snap a picture at the sight.

Click!

Faith looked down at her developed picture, and blew on it. She was pleased at the result as the picture had showcased Henry and the rest's fireworks in the air, with blue, orange, bright green, pink and yellow. She shuddered as she felt a phantom chill again, now as if someone had touched her shoulder.

Faith shrugged the chill off, walked toward her Henry, and wrapped her hands around Henry's neck, while he wrapped his around her waist. "Happy birthday!" She heard her husband whispered toward her ear. "Here's to the year ahead!"

She layed her head against his neck, as she enjoyed the rare adrenaline rush that wasn't a result from a harsh jog for their lives nor from being the hero for someone in the nick of time. "Forget what Jack Harkness said, 2008 is when everything changes! The first of many Marvel movies with Iron Man, a internet critic is going to start a well known website for many reviewers to come, a new series of Doctor Who is like a few weeks away, and that's just on the pop culture front." A intense thought briefly flared inside of her, but she brushed it aside, as she knew that, even with the knowledge she held, she had more than enough allies and family to weather anything the universe threw towards her. 'Weird. Weird thought. Very weird.'

"'Everything changes,' is probably not going to happen this minute."

"No." She bluntly stated. "Like most things, it takes time. A lot of it. Except for Doctor Who, checked that yesterday." She referred to the fourth season of Doctor Who which would have appeared sometime in the next few weeks.

"Can I kiss you right now?" He asked softly.

"In about ten seconds." She responded, using those aforementioned seconds to safely put away her picture and her camera.

"Yes, you may, my honey bun." Faith lean in to kiss him, opening her mouth to fully enjoy what he had to offer.

Faith Harrington and Henry Davis Bloom, jointed together, just as it should be.

- - - - 5 - - 8

Faith twirled her ring as she felt the sea of endorphins wash over her. "Love you, Henry Davis Bloom Harrington." She breathed, her head on her husband's chest. "Always."

" I love you, Faith Harrington Bloom." He said as he kissed her forehead, his whole body pulsing throughout. To which Faith more than enjoyed.

"We have to get up." She reminded him, while she moved the blanket they had packed to cover her upper body. "I can't stay like this forever."

"It would be nice, wouldn't it? A life without any worries for us, just smooth sailing."

Faith half smiled at his words. "Yeah, but I don't think trying for a kid would count as smoothness."

"Still, would be nice though. Like… Having a kid without the complex stress of worrying about every single little detail. "

"Yeah… But then we get Resemeen from Breaking Dawn, and I wouldn't want my child to grow so quickly before my eyes, having to adjust to everything, and end up in that creepy ass relationship to Jacob." She shuddered, a involuntary chill that disappeared in a span of ten seconds. "And to think, I was rooting for him. Physical age isn't the same as mental age, it's creepy, decades over the developed brain age I get, over a century, and you'd wonder why doesn't Edward find a nice 85 year old to share time with. Or a vampire his age. Under that, and that relationship is fecking weird and not good morally. "

"Says the woman who has a Huge crush on the Doctor."

Faith had remembered that little hypocritical thought. "Well, okay I concede that, Mr. Betty Boop fan."

"Oh come on, I like the appearance of her, and the fun world where anything can be fun, while you have a crush on one immortal being with Eleven different bodies."

"And John Hurt. He counts, even without the number." She said, as she remembered Alien, a movie that Henry and her decided on watching over two months ago. "And again, difference. I'm not the companion in the story who's going to fall head over heels in a span of a week, wanting to have babies, and a lifelong commitment. I'm not like that. The fantasy is appealing, the reality is something else."

"And the vampire stuff…" Henry nudged her.

"Right, so, unless there's cloning involved, and even then, there's that wrinkle of knowing way too much while barely being a day old, sometimes, it's just icky. People have minds, they should use then to think, to be challenged, not just accept the stuff as it."

"So sci if vampire philosophical thriller where the human tried their best to figure out the vampire culture while trying to evade the Big bad vamper out of time?"

She had thought about it. "Not bad. Maybe we should about it later, all this talk about the ethics of being immortal and able to get into relationships with young people is making me sleeply."

"You were having a talk, I was trying to follow your train of thought, and think of a new idea, before taking a nap."

"Hardy, har har." She whispered, her eyes halfway closed. "'Course, we could -" She punctured her words with a yawn. "Maybe rest a while." She reasoned, as she knew that irrational choices had been made by lack of sleep, ones that she had been witness to first - hand.

"Rest is rest..." She heard Henry's voice drift off.

She looked upward at the sky, her tired mind trailed to a tradition of hers, the one she bear with in her mind for at least five minutes. This tradition of her lasted longer in the early years, her development into a teenager added a string of impulses and poor choices. Now, with years of experiences, of regret, and leaps of faith, she decided to limit the amount of 'What-if's in her mind.

As she knew best from her life, she knew what would result from those thoughts.

Her eyes started to flutter, an indication of a impeding nap. 'If things hadn't changed, it would be 2027 by now. I would be a normal woman, maybe living back in Chicago - one of these days we'll go there. As soon as someone experienced enough can take over - maybe in a nice healthy relationship with a guy, or a woman, or mixed. With someone I can trust inside and out to spend time with. I would have a nice normal job. I would still be a big fan of Doctor Who. Would have seen the whole era of the Twelfth Doctor. Maybe managed to see the First female Doctor.

'Maybe still write fanfiction , maybe… There was that famous one from Harry Potter that had panels and conventions dedicated to it.. Even if the author was a genius in their field. A normal woman, in a normal world, watching the people I love on TV. Probably… Have. Friends. Normal, probably heterosexual friends with bad thoughts in their skulls that comes out passive aggressively until I invested in a telepathy thing to check their minds - No, not muggle thing, I think yet, they did had tablets around that time, so who knows… '

She closed her eyes, her mind was ready to relax.


/4:59/

She opened her eyes, her eyes half blurring as she saw a harsh orange all around. She moved her arm to rub her eyes to lessen the blurness. She gritted her teeth, feeling a pain near her shoulder and right arm, and also noticing, through the brightness of whereever she is, that she apparently changed into a jeans jacket.

She settled on blinking rapidly, her eyes widening at the pulsing fast moving orange swirls, encompassing her entire view.

Faith immediately tried to turn around, achieving two things in the process. One, there's another pulsing pain from her left foot. Two, there's only more orange, of varying degrees of the color.

She curled her left hand into a fist, keeping in mind of her mildly bruised right arm, punching the air in front of her. She stopped after the first punch, the air around her ripping. She quickly noticed that the orange didn't ripple with whatever she's in. Almost as if she's protected by an air pocket. She started to breath calmly, controlled. She can't panic, not now.

She still had to know as to why.

The young 27 year old out of her time tried to pass the time watching the darker orange swirls, shrinking then growing thicker. The sight of it almost familiar to her still groggy mind.

'Familiar, orange.' The, apparently pony tailed, blonde thought. 'Something… There's something going on with this. Name code.

'Okay, Orange, orange peel, Emma Peel, one of the famous duo from the Avengers, but not Marvel's Avengers, who's villians were a evil British alien who went insane after gambling on something that he wanted, but lost in the end to Blondielocks, and aliens on tricked out scooters/treadmills appearing from a big blue portal, opening from one end of the galaxy to another, time travel, in a way, like a Time -'

She tried to calm down her breathing. "Time Vortex." She didn't like the way her voice sounded, strained and hoarse.

Relax. She heard an uncanny familiar voice calmly whispered, surrounding her. You're quite stressed.

'Have every reason to be!' She talked back to the loony voice. 'Stuck in a bubble, in a orangey place with probably a few more minutes of air!' She felt her eyes threatening to close.

Think of something nice back home, a happy memory even! Don't make the rest of your trip unbearable, it will be over soon enough.

Her tired eyes tried to focus on something else that stood out. She looked down, and genuine fear grew inside of her.

Down below, under her protected body, was a vibrant tornado of bright orange. Just like the opening from her favorite series from the show.

You seemed to be quite stressed, eve Natural, your mind has expanded, a bit.

She felt the air pocket spinning around her, yet her whole body stood in place.


'Where in the hell am I?' She mentally shouted. She was sure as hell not panicking at the thought that she could be in Doctor Who. And at her not remembering what had happened between celebrating her birthday with the man that she loved to being trapped in a bubble, in another universe, time traveling somehow.

Lethe, Faith. Embrace.

'No, no, no, no no!' She tried her best to remember the hazy bits and pieces that were returning.

'"You don't even deserve this chance! ….. People are the sum of their memories….. TLV! …..Not givin' you the satisfaction of sayin' your…. "'

They were the last words Faith heard, from her own fragmented memories, before she had felt a sort of peace washing over her.

/5:08/


And though I close my eyes,

I see la vie en rose

Faith Harrington coughed a bit, even through her, admittedly, flimsy covering of her mouth and nose, of the dusty air, with a mix of something Faith hadn't smelled in over a decade. A horrible rainy day, on a newly bought bicycle.

She felt bile accumulating in her throat, she stepped backwards in order to spit on the bright grass covered ground. She half turned to her hunting group, ones that mostly consisted of the three newcomers that wanted a chance to prove their skills in hunting, a few of the leftovers that weren't busy with other commitments; Carmen, who wanted to find some extra grown vegetables for a late addition dish for the feast ahead of them, Henry and Faith herself.

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart.

A world where roses bloom…

"Is everyone alright?" Faith asked, her voice easily carried through the small group. She quickly turned off her battery powered radio.

"More or less." Carmen waved her hand in order to move the dust away from her breathing space, half regretting to not bring the special paper masks that covered one's mouth in her first aid kit. "But I think - ¡a por dios!"

Faith and Henry instantly turned around, Faith quickly reaching for her arrow inside of her quiver. Henry, already with his bow slung off of his shoulder. Focusing her eyes on the bright blue box, she stopped her movements, closing her eyes for a few seconds, half convinced that she was seeing things.

She opened them again, and the box was still there. She noted the lack of a St. John sticker on the right side of the blue doors.. 'And I have waited 13 years and I will wait 'bout two years more. Just to see my fav - or - ite incarnation, and that wait will just mean so much more...'

"Can everyone see the big blue crate?" Kennedy asked, half wary of any strange object that appear out of nowhere.

"Yeah, Kendoll." Henry answered for the group, using his preferred nickname for the shaggy haired man. "But the question's something else altogether."

Carmen looked on, gulping. "Okay, a TARDIS fell from... That!" She focused on the fading orange portal. " So, maybe Susan wanted to add something different for the special noche de amor?" The mother of a three year old speculated.

"Yeah, course she did. And then she created a portal exactly right where we are just to surprise us. Very much her. " Faith said, her sarcasm mode kicking in. She looked on at the fading orange portal swirling for a few seconds more until it slowly disappeared. "And an orange one at that, now, maybe being one of the non magically inclined muggles of the group, I have a right to ask, isn't Susan and the rest of the Seven more inclined for blue?" She looked back to the box, a thought growing inside of her, one more plausible by the second. "Maybe that portal didn't even originate from here."

"And what makes you an expert?" Kennedy asked. "For all we know, it's a box."

"A box from a show that had to do with time travel and occasional visits to other universes, that appeared in the jungle, away from Susan's portals, which aren't even the right color. " Faith hesitated for a second before she started to walk towards the box. "It could be a box, but," A small part of her, one that she never thought that would appear again, filled with hope, hope of acceptance. "Things in our world, are way more than coincidences. Might not be fate, but it's something more. Now, can't I see if a fictional character has appeared inside the TARDIS , or are we just going to do nothing?" She directed her question at Kennedy.

Kennedy widen his eyes slightly, realizing the name. "Oh. The funny wheezing box of wonder from your stories?" He reminded Faith of a simpler time when she would entertain people with different stories from a man with a box who can save the world in a day, to midwife woman in the 1950s.

"Yes, and that's what happen when you don't go to TV night at Carmen's place." She stopped at the door, taking a deep breath.

"I said I was sorry!" Kennedy said, hurt. "I promise I won't go see my girlfriend's parents again. Not that I would miss that." He mumbled, remembering what had happened when Nikki's mother wanted to talk about his life on the Island.

"Hold on with the verbage, at least, for the moment." Faith said as she lightly grazed the front of the box. She half smiled as she reached the top half of the box, fingerless gloved hand ready to knock.

Much to her surprise, the door opened, to reveal one of her favorite faces of the Doctor. "Ohh." He said in calm shock as Faith took a few steps backwards. He closed the door behind him, barely enough time for Faith to see the inside of his ship, and his face became a wide grin. "Why, hullo!"

Faith, on her part, felt her face becoming warm, at the sight of The Doctor, right in front of her, and not in one of her semi frequent dreams, or on her DVDs.

"Hi." She said softly, waving her hand that was still in the air. It may not have been the Doctor she wanted to see, especially as he's the relatively normal 'bloke' one, aside from his stint as Time Lord Victorious: which, given his chipper nature, seemed to not be near that stage yet. But any Doctor, with any face, was fine with her.

Even the sixth one. If it was with that certain blonde out of her time period. Or the old librarian .

It was a dream come true to finally meet the Doctor.


Note 1:

Here's the thing. Faith Harrington is not necessary like the normal 'Normal person from our universe ending up in the Whoniverse'. On one hand, she's at least mortal, have realistic stuff going on and is a Doctor Who fan. On the other hand, well, if you heard of Charmed, Lost and Smallville, then that actually plays an important part. Not important as, mega crossover big, but it's present. Though, given all three of those shows have long since been finished, with the exception of comic seasons, which Charmed and Smallville have, I'll do my best to ease everyone slowly.

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Note 2:

Okay, yes, I've rewritten the thing /again/, which could be annoying for certain people who followed and favored my little story. I did so because, the first time I have had this character in my head was in mid 2013. And, unlike the other stories that's been in my head since 2007, I wanted this one to be heard. So, it took me a while, a kick in the pants from emptyvoices, who is amazing in her own right, and some time emersed in my caretaker duties, but time's to short to keep art in one's brainpan. Even if said art takes a while.

Which is why I've decided to preserve the other version. Of this story, in Stuck in another universe, Home in Time for Outtakes, or a shorten version of that title, which can be found on my profile page. People enjoyed it, and I had a hell of a journey writing it. Hell, i posted a revision in the middle of rain, on the floor, on my old ten year old computer, with a half broken charger.

And, for people who are interested in OCs and have read great stories of them, send a pm so that I can put them in my community page, Best and Brightest of OCs companions! It can be from any Doctor, any sort of thing, like romance, adventure, romantic adventures. If the ratio of punctuation, research, and spelling errors are high, like, Fifty Shades of fecking Grey bad, (and yes, I read it, and it's a bad mainstream intro to the Bmsd lifestyle, very much so. And for the young kiddies in the crowd, don't romanticized that book, ever.) then that can't be qualified for inclusion. Unless there's a rewritten version.

Also Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, the songs used for this chapter and any reference from a variety of things. Also any other surprise programs down the line.

Songs used/Playlist option

Foxes - Don't stop me now (cover) (2014)

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the silence (1990)

Neil Hannon - Love don't Roam (2006)

Alicia Keys feat. Kenrick Lamar - It's on again (2014)

Louie Armstrong - La vie en Rose (1950s)