AN: Bonjour, my fellow Whovians! Since my last story (Elsa's Christmas) kinda flopped (yeah, I know... I sorta might've... forgotten... about it... *cough, cough* I feel SUPER bad, don't worry!), I felt like I should show that, yes, I'm still alive, by writing a new story! OK, now you should all be cheering and clapping... never mind... AND. Since I'm kinda majorly fangirling (*cough, cough*... obsessing..) over Doctor Who, I thought what better a way to publish again, than to write about the Doctor and his OC companion, Lucy! (Lucy is basically me, but with a much better house and a different name.)

And so, let's begin with a phrase of great power and wisdom, and consolation to the soul in times of need. Allons-y!

I stared up at the moon. It was funny, I thought often, how the moon could be out so early in the day. Or, how it was billions of kilometres away, and it still felt like I could just jump up and touch it with my fingertips.

I imagined the moon being a planet, one where aliens that looked like humans resided, and anything could happen. Time travel, eternal life, and infinite flavours of chocolate.

I smiled up at the moon again, and hurried up my driveway. I could continue daydreaming later.

I chewed my pencil and stared at the blank sheet of paper on my desk. I knew exactly what I wanted, but I couldn't seem to put it down on paper.

A man, intelligent and kind, but slightly cocky and a little bit extravagant. Quite handsome, and rather stylish, but with his own sense of style. I knew he wanted him to travel through time, meeting aliens and humans alike.

I started sketching out a face, quite angular, with a long nose and an unmistakable smirk. I smiled down at him, and started drawing out large sideburns and spiky strands of hair hanging over his forehead.

Over the next hour, I drew him in, adding a suit and sneakers, then a long trench coat. I drew myself in beside him, looking up in total admiration.

"You need a name," I muttered, then tapped my pencil against the desk.

He needed a name full of intelligence, wisdom, and consolation to the soul in times of need. He seemed like a teacher…

"Professor!" I cried out suddenly, then wrote underneath the figures.

The Professor and Lucy

Then I opened my pack of coloured pencils, and spent another hour colouring the whole thing in. I gave the Professor dark brown hair and a black suit, and made his coat brown, making gentle, swooping motions with the pencil. I murmured to the characters as I coloured.

"Now, Professor, you are a time traveller, and I'm your companion. We travel through time and space, and it's so much fun meeting lots of aliens and famous people. It's dangerous sometimes, but I don't mind a bit, becau-" I stopped short when I heard a whooshing sound.

Vwoop, vwoop, vwoop.

I looked out my window to see leaves flapping around the street. But, when I looked into the distance, the trees were absolutely still. I frowned and got up, then walked towards my window.

A blue…. box…

I threw on my sneakers and ran outside. The box was still there, just sitting in the middle of the road. It was a few heads taller than me, and I saw at a closer distance that it was apparently a police box.

"What the hell…" I started, then reached out to touch the box.

Suddenly, the door opened with a creak and a man stepped out. I started to squeal, but the man put a finger on my lips, silencing me.

"That's better. Can't have you screaming that I'm out here, can we?" he said.

I shook my head, my eyes widening. He was… the Professor.

It was unmistakable. The spiky hair, the suit, the coat, the sneakers. Even his smirk was the same. The only thing that was different, was that his suit was blue.

"Professor… but you're… you're… not real!" I stammered.

The Professor stared at me. "Professor? No, I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor? No, I swear. You're the Professor! Look, I'll show you," I said.

The Professor – Doctor – stared at me for a moment. His eyebrows knitted together. "How? Have you seen me before? Because I'd remember a face like yours if I'd seen it."

"Just, come on. I'll show you!" I pulled him into my house and up the stairs.

I blushed as we stepped into my bedroom. A day-old glass of water sat on my beside table, and crumpled pieces of paper were strewn all over the floor. "Sorry. I'm… not one to clean very often."

A smile burst onto the Doctor's face. "No, no. I like it! I never clean my old TARDIS!"

AN: I'm not entirely sure I want to continue this story. I didn't realise how hard high school would be, and there's WAAAAAAAAYYYY more homework than I'm used to! So, I just decided to give you guys a little snippet of my story-in-progress. I hope you liked it! Please comment (and follow if you REALLY like it!). I'll try to look at them as often as I can, but I'm not entirely sure how often that will be. As I said before, I feel so bad for letting you guys down with Elsa's Christmas, I'll try not to do the same with this if I continue it! (Just a warning: I'm so lazy when it comes to finishing stories... sorry!)

I love you all SOOOOOOOO much! Bye!

-mintygirl44