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Written by: Nadie Evanescence & Canadian Monkey

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It was a night, but then again, almost all horror stories begin in the absence of the sun. The moon was peeking from behind a caravan of clouds to view a young girl dozing. She was wrapped in a cocoon of blankets surrounded by a clutter that only a teenage girl could create. Like all people, she had a name, Danielle Ira. Also like any teenage girl she was dreaming of a guy. She was dreaming of Orlando Bloom (hottest man on earth) and monkeys (coolest animals on earth). This dream was going well until a queer noise transformed it into a nightmare.

WHOOSH WHOOSH!!!!!!!

"Orlando, no, don't eat the monkey!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!" Danielle awoke with a scream. "That was weird."

She scanned her room taking in account the safety of all her stuffed monkeys scattered across her room and glaring at her Orlando Bloom poster. How dare he ask her to try monkey brains! Shame! Shame! She was so flustered and so tired that she was unable to register the large blue police box standing right in the middle of her bedroom. Oh, the human mind.

She began her descent into sleep when it hit her. "OMGC! There is a giant blue box in my room!" Just then, a man in a trench coat and converses walked out of the box into the teenage girl's room.

"Oh, hello! Do you know where I am?" said the funny trench coat man with a British accent.

"AAHH!! YOU PERV! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" Danielle screamed as she jumped out of bed and began pulverizing the man with the only weapon she stored in her room, a pillow.

"STOP HITTING ME!! OUCH," screamed the poor, tortured man as he curled into the fetal position to try and avoid the agony.

"Wait! I know that voice," Danielle observed as she stopped hitting him and began to process the events. "The box, the voice, the trench coat, those awesome converses, and that sophisticated British accent. OMGC! You're the Doctor!"

"Geesh, you got an arm on you, girl."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but what do you expect? You are not supposed to burst into little girl's rooms, you stupid idiot."

"Sorry, I was trying to go to Barcelona but this thingy messed up my thingy," the Doctor tried to explain.

"You mean your TARDIS, and anyways, thingy is not a scientifically term, you stupid idiot."

"How did you know it was a TARDIS? And stop calling me a stupid idiot. It is a contradiction and not very nice, little girl."

"I'M NOT LITTLE! Oh my gosh!" Danielle exclaimed while she spun around to leave the room.

Danielle ran out screaming her big sister's name. "Sam, Sam!!" Another thought then possessed her, and she turned around and ran back to her room.

"You better stay right where you are, mister," the teen ordered and began once again to depart from the bedroom leaving the stunned alien standing in the middle of a fourteen year old girl's room.

The Doctor should have left.

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"Sam, Sam! You have to come here. I've got to show you something." Danielle screamed while sprinting down the hall that separated her room from her older sister.

Danielle barged into the room to find her older sister, Sam Ira, asleep over a textbook. "Awww!" she cooed upon seeing that image when a devious thought entered her head. She smiled mischievously and decided to wake her sister in the most sisterly way possible. She walked over to her sleeping sister, leaned over, and screamed her name right into her ear.

"What! I'm up!" Sam cried upon being rudely awakened. Dazed for a second, she found her sister grinning ear to ear by her right side. Angry at her impolite awakening, Sam did the only thing a big sister would do in a situation like this. She slapped Danielle across the head.

"What was that for!?" she yelled.

Danielle didn't even seem fazed by the attack and just pulled her confused sister out of the room with a simple, "Come here. You'll see."

"By the way," Danielle said off-handily while walking back to her room, "what were you studying?"

"U.S. History."

Danielle's grin grew even wider.

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