CHAPTER 1

Time.

That is something we most give for granted but never truly enjoy it. We always ask for more time, especially at the last moment. Especially when you know what's going to happen next.

Except when you got a time machine. You can re-live moments you haven't lived yet. You can be present in every single moment in history. You can have all the time in the world and none at all. You can visit dinosaurs and aliens. You can see the creation of a world and the destruction of another. The birth of a star and the fall of another.

"And yet, you want to go to a concert." The Doctor told Clara, really annoyed at her proposition. He walked around the console room, pretending to be busy, but in reality he was just thinking of ways to get out of this argument. "All of time and space and you want to go to a concert."

"It's not just any concert. It's the concert. It's her last concert!" Clara had proposed to go to Jo Snow's concert before her unfortunate demise. She had died a few years ago (from Clara's perspective) in a plane crash. There had been no survivors. The world had mourned the death of the superstar and her three companions for months, making her even more famous.

Clara followed the Doctor around the console room, pleading with her eyes for him to reconsider. "Please, Doctor. I want to go to one of her concerts. She was my role model growing up."

"Well, what a bad role model! Wearing short skirts and dresses and…" He looked at Clara and was quiet for a moment. "Thinking it through, that explains some things." She punched him lightly on his arm. "Ok, fine! We'll go! Wow. Talk about violence." He placed his hands on the time-lock lever and pulled it at the same time he inputed the date in his screen. "But no interfering, Clara Oswald!"

"None at all, Doctor."

"Jo! You have five minutes!"

Jo Snow sighed and replied kind of irritated, "I know! Leave me alone!" She had had to re-do her makeup five times already. Every time she finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and started crying again, ruining everything and forcing her to start over. If it was her decision, she would have postponed the tour, but her manager wouldn't let her. Apparently, her contracts could not be broken and she had to sing in more than fifty cities for the next three weeks, even if she was not on the mood to sing.

Her fiancée had cheated on her. That was bad enough. The worst part was that the whole world knew before she knew herself. She had found out by a magazine, actually. That horrible picture of Mike kissing that ginger girl…The first time she saw it, like two days ago, she wanted to vomit. She thought it was photoshop. The media usually did stunts like this to sell. Once, they had grown her belly to make it look like she was pregnant. That was pretty low, even to their standards.

When she talked to Mike about it, trying to laugh about the situation and hoping he would say it was all a joke, he had looked down to his feet and said, "It's true. Her name is Jackie." Needless to say, the engagement was over and the media was having way too much fun with her suffering. She couldn't watch TV now because every time she turned it on, they were talking about her.

The cheated girl. How could she not notice?

She finally finished her makeup. When she looked at the mirror again, she tried to hold on to her tears. Maybe she could let them out during a song, or something, but not now. Not before the show. She owed it to her fans.

"Jo. Three minutes." A voice whispered through the other side of the door, probably fearful she would snap again.

She took a deep breath and replied, "I'm coming." Her costume was ok. She replayed the first choreography in her head and finally, she opened the door to start her show.

The lights went out on stage, and then there were all colored lights moving everywhere until they all focused on a shadow behind a veil. The music started playing and the public went wild. There were screams everywhere as Jo started singing Things I'll Never Say. Her voice was as powerful as ever. "She sounds so alive!" Clara exclaimed over the screams and voices of the fans surrounding them.

"Of course she sounds alive. She is alive!"

The way she moved and danced without having her voice deteriorate was amazing. She was amazing all throughout the first block of songs, and then the spotlight dimmed. She sat on a stool in the front of the audience, with a guitar in hand. "I wrote this song a year back and placed it in the album. I was pretty sure nothing of that sort would happen to me. But life changes, and people change, and the meaning of this song, at least to me, changed. This song is called Fairy Tale."

The crowd went wild as she started playing the chords. Jo's throat started forming a knot, and she knew she would break down in front of all of these people, but she couldn't stop. Not when she had already started.

I better stop pretending, he'll never look my way.

I'll never hear the words I really want him to say.

I better stop believing he could be the one, and that fairy tales are only tales we believe

when young.

I'm not a princess, he's not a prince. He won't ride in his noble horse to rescue me.

A charming prince will not turn up with a true love kiss.

Neither will he wake me up from a long night sleep.

A rose's curse won't make him a handsome man.

And the crystal slipper won't fit this time.

She could feel the tears starting to drown her inside, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sing the next part, so she did what she had to do while she recovered. She said into the microphone, "Sing with me!" And they all did. They started singing the next verse.

Happy ever afters won't last long.

This is not a story where the hero always won.

Sometimes in our lifetime we'll have to lose.

Maybe the prince is a total goof.

I'm not his princess, he's not my prince.

He won't ride in his noble horse to rescue me.

A charming prince will not turn up with a true love kiss -

The song was interrupted when there was an ear-piercing sound from the audience and many of the people started running and screaming. Jo dropped her guitar and looked towards the far side up. There was some kind of light.

Clara and The Doctor looked to where the screams where coming from. "Tunishengs." The Doctor muttered, took Clara's hand and dragged her along.

"Tunishengs? What are Tunishengs?" Clara asked as they ran.

"Song Orbs. Anywhere there's a song, they come and destroy it and feed from the source. Especially if they are not tuned. Actually, only when they are not tuned."

"The source?"

"They were all singing. Pretty bad. They're the source. They're making them their food."

Jo didn't know what to do. There were people running and screaming all over the place. She looked down at the VIP section and saw a man disappear. Actually disappear. Right before her eyes.

"The thing with Tunishengs," The Doctor continued as they ran, "is that they are invisible to the eye. They just disintegrate a person and feed from the energy."

"So, where are we going?"

"To meet Jo Snow."

Jo looked around the stadium completely frightened. She had seen her bodyguard, who had been standing just behind the curtain, vanish. She was afraid that if she went there, she would vanish too. "Jo!" She hear from her right. A big-chinned guy in his late twenties, who was wearing a bowtie by the way (super weird) ran to her and said, "You have to sing!"

"Have you seen what's happening out there?! People are vanishing!"

"I know! They're Tunishengs! You have to sing!"

"Tuni-what?"

He pushed her in front of the microphone, took out a green…wand? Jo was confused as she saw him point the thing to the sound system. "Sing a high note!" He ordered as the wand thing made a humming sound.

"What high note?!"

"Any high note!"

She did. She sang a high note with her eyes closed for about fifteen seconds, and it rebounded everywhere in the stadium. When she opened her eyes, she saw people on the floor, touching their heads. The man in the bowtie got closer to her and said, "You did it!" He patted her back. She smiled.

"Well, got to go." He turned and started walking away.

A short woman with brown hair approached Jo and said as she stretched her hand, "I'm a huge fan! Clara Oswald."

"Hi, Clara. You're with him?"

"Yeah, but we have to go. Good job! Bye! Nice meeting you!"

She ran to catch up with the man. Jo looked at the audience. They all seemed confused. Maybe if she ran fast enough…. This man had a lot of questions to answer! It was just fair she looked for those answers. Who was he?

She dropped the microphone and ran off stage. "Where are you going?" Her manager asked as she saw Jo running outside the stadium.

"I'll be right back!" She replied and kept on running.

She saw the man in the bowtie and the woman down the street, approaching a blue police box. Those still existed? They entered the box. Was there enough space in there?

She ran as fast as she could, opened the police box and without thinking about it, entered. Her stomach sank. She doubted she had entered a small box. It was so…huge.

"Oi! What are you doing here?" The man in the bowtie said as he pushed her to the door. "You are not permitted here!"

"It's bigger on the inside." Jo muttered, looking around the console room, taking it all in.

"Of course it is! Now, go!"

Jo stood still and, without listened to the man in the bowtie, walked around the room. "This is so surreal." She expressed. "This feels alien-like."

"Of course it does! Now, go!"

"She could just come with us." The short, brunette woman said, leaning over some controls and looking at the man with some sort of wit.

"No, Clara. No. She can't. You know perfectly well…"

"I know, but…she can just come back later. To this precise moment." The man was dumbfounded. "How bad could it be? Let her live a little. Give her a break. She has been through a lot this past weeks."

The man got closer to Clara and muttered, "You promised. No intervening."

"And we're not. She can just come back later… to this precise moment."

The man sighed and nodded. Clara smiled and facing Jo said, "I'm Clara. This is The Doctor. Welcome to the TARDIS."

D.A Smith : Thank you so much for reading this! I really hope you enjoyed it! I've had this idea going on for some time now so please comment and rate and stuff.