Dreams to Reality

by doctorwhoizcool

You (female) are stunned one night when the TARDIS crash lands in your grandparents garden. It later becomes apparent that characters from lots of your favourite shows are appearing in your parallel universe, and it has something to do with you. This story follows the events of y/n meeting the characters she never believed could exist within her dull universe. M for Sexual content.

1. The First to Turn Up

Hello Doctorwhoizcool here. I know, I know, it's been a while. This is the start of a new Fanfiction.

Key things that you need to know throughout.

Y/N - your name,

Y/L/N - your last name,

Y/H/C - your hair colour,

Y/E/C - your eye colour.

Bold italics - flashbacks

Bold - Things happening in different places to the OC. Not first person

Italics -Telepathic/thoughts.

anything else I've missed?

I sat in front of the TV watching my usual Saturday night viewings. There wasn't much on tonight. Just the last ever episode of Atlantis which I was sad about, as it was in my list of favourite shows. My ultimate favourite being doctor who, with supernatural a close second and Sherlock following after. I sighed to myself as the episode drew to a close, the cliff-hanger that had been left as if it was going to continue annoyed me. I just couldn't see why the BBC would axe such a good show. I grabbed the TV buttons and flicked through the guide, finding that BBC 3 were showing repeats of Sherlock, again. Finding nothing else on I decided to put it on anyway. The Reichenbach fall. No matter how many times I watched this episode I still couldn't work out how Sherlock had managed to survive, seeing as it was never actually explained. I hadn't even gotten ten minutes into the episode when I heard a strange yet familiar noise. A wheezing groaning noise that I knew only too well, as the TARDIS from Doctor Who.

I checked my phone, thinking that it had just been a text coming through, before I realised that I'd changed my text tone a while back, to that of the Tenth Doctor's voice, saying "Aha a text, you might want to read that, it might be important." The sound was gradually getting louder. I got up from my place on the sofa, moving over to the window by the TV. Drawing the curtain back I saw nothing yet the sound continued, getting even louder. I heard the wind pick up and a few branches hit the windows of the conservatory at the opposite end of the room. The curtains were drawn that end of the room and there was no light in the conservatory so I headed into the kitchen, which had a window which looked out onto the garden.

That's when I saw it… A large wooden, blue box parked on the lawn. I gasped, firstly pinching myself thinking it was all a dream, but it wasn't. I didn't know what else to do other than grabbing my dressing gown which had been sat beside me on the sofa and wrap it around my pyjama covered body, before rushing to the back door and unlocking it.

I slowly strolled out the door into the cool chilly night. The box was in touching distance within a few seconds. My heart was pounding both with excitement and nervousness as I reached out for the door handle. Before I could touch it however the door opened and the face of a floppy-haired man popped his head around the door. My heart skipped a beat after realising that it was the eleventh Doctor, bow tie, tweed jacket and all. I probably would have fainted if my body had allowed me too, but instead, I just stared at this impossible man in front of me. A man I'd come to love. "Oh hello there," he spoke, causing my stomach to flutter. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't be real. "Of course I'm real" he spoke again, answering my mumblings. "Doctor" I finally plucked up the courage to say, my voice slightly higher than I'd anticipated. "Yeah, that's me. How do you know me? Have we met before?" I stumbled backwards nearly falling onto my backside if it hadn't been for his hands grabbing onto my wrists and holding me up. "Steady there, don't want you falling over now do we." I shook my head, my whole body ignoring my brain. "How can you be here? This isn't possible." I stuttered, finally getting to what I had been thinking. "Well it's not as impossible as it seems, trust me." He tried explaining in simple terms about the TARDIS, but I just held a finger to his mouth, catching him by surprise. "It's much more complicated than that and I'm not sure you'd believe me. And I know more about you than you'd think Time Lord". His eyes widened a little, his mouth opening and closing a few times like a fish gasping for air. I giggled, which made him smile a little, something I thought was a bit odd, considering the situation. I looked behind him at the open door to the TARDIS. The light looked dim and I frowned. "What's wrong with her?" I questioned quietly. He noticed my concern for the box. "The energy has drained" he frowned, looking sad "I'm not sure what to do" I looked at him sadly. "It'll be alright. Come inside and we can work something out. I'll make you some tea." I told him. He looked at me a little surprised "You're inviting me in?" I nodded holding out a hand to him. He took it making me blush. I was thankful it was dark out and that he couldn't really see my face. I pulled him behind me through the backdoor and into the kitchen.

The Doctor stood near the door looking into the room as I filled the red kettle. "Nice place," he stated looking around. The room was quite large as it had been extended a while back. The cupboards and flooring were a little dated but it was only to be expected. "It's my grandparent's place," I mentioned switching the kettle on. "I'm living with them while I'm studying at university, which is good because then I don't have to worry about money and buying food too much. It's nice because then I get to look after them." I smiled to myself. He moved to stand beside me at the kettle. "Ah, I see. Where are they then, if you don't mind me asking, sorry what was your name?" "(Y/N)"I replied "and they're out. They normally do on a Saturday night so." He slowly nodded. The kettle had boiled so I poured him a cup of tea and decided to make myself a hot chocolate at the same time. I wasn't really a big fan of tea or coffee for that matter. "Help yourself to sugar and milk" I spoke, pulling the pot of sugar from the cupboard. "Thanks" he grabbed the spoon I'd used to take the tea bag out and grabbed a spoonful of sugar and mixed it in. He kept watching me as I mixed the chocolate powder and milk together before putting in the boiling water and mixing it again. "The living room's just through the door of you want to sit down. I'll be in in a sec." I told the Timelord who nodded and strolled in. That's when I realised that I'd left a sketchbook of mine open on a Doctor Who related drawing I was working on. I quickly finished making my drink, grabbed the biscuit barrel and raced into the room.

Sherlock was still playing on the screen and I noticed the Doctor looking at it a little puzzled. "It's called Sherlock," I stated putting down my drink and the biscuit barrel down on a small coffee table, before scooting my sketchbook into its pouch, hoping he hadn't seen the drawing. "Right…" He dragged out, before shaking himself out of his almost trance-like state and turning to me. "So then (Y/N), how do you know about me?" The Time Lord asked, getting to the point. I sighed, "it's complicated and I'm not sure you'd believe me anyway." It was at that moment a text came through on my phone. He looked at me as I picked it up to see who it was, before putting it back down. "Surely it can't be that complicated." He spoke. I rubbed my eyes before grabbing a biscuit from the barrel, a jammy dodger. His facial expression changed. "TARDIS self-destruct button, that's what you once said right when fighting the Daleks," I stated taking a bite, making his face turn to utter confusion. "But how did you know about that? It's not like you were there." I shook my head and picked up my iPad which had been on the floor by my feet. Doing a quick search I pulled up the trailer for Doctor Who back when it first rebooted in 2005, not wanting to show him anything which may turn out to be a spoiler. I moved and sat down beside him, holding the iPad out for him to see. "Here, this might make things a little clearer." I watched his expression morph between many different emotions as I mouthed the words along with Christopher Eccleston's voice. It ended and the series 2 trailer began playing, which I was about to turn off when he stopped me. "This isn't possible" he murmured. I nodded "I did warn you. Somehow you've crossed from your dimension to mine…" I started. "Where my life is a TV show," he added handing the iPad back to me. "Yeah," I nodded turning the video off and locking the screen. "Well you took that better than I had expected," he chuckled glancing downwards. "So what now?" I asked him. I was secretly hoping that he'd stay, but I wasn't sure how my grandparents would react to that. "Well, there's not much that I can do and it's going to take me a while to get the TARDIS fixed. Sorry for taking up the garden. If I could move her then I would but it's not possible at the moment." I waved him off, knowing full well that it wasn't his fault. "How long do you think it will take to fix her?" I questioned. He shrugged letting out a sharp sigh. "I don't know, a week maybe two." He looked so down, sat there rubbing his face. I placed my hand lightly on his knee. "Hey, it'll be alright I'm sure. If it makes things easier, you could stay here. There's a spare bedroom upstairs if you need it." He smiled at me, taking the hand I had set on his knee. "What about your grandparents? it's their house." I nodded. "True, but I don't think they'd mind too much. They're going away on holiday on Thursday anyway and won't be back for a couple of weeks. But I'll ask anyway when they get back in an hour or so." I said glancing at the clock. "And in the meantime?" The Doctor asked. "We could watch a film or watch the rest of this." I pointed at the TV screen, which was still playing Sherlock. It had been on for about half an hour by now and I wasn't too bothered about it now, having the Doctor being there was a distraction in itself. I could see that he was getting interested in the TV so decided to just leave it on Sherlock. I snuggled into the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest, watching his expressions change as he watched.

Several hours passed and I only realised the time when I heard the front door open and my grandparents come in. I jumped up, gesturing for the Doctor to stay where he was as I went to meet them. "Hello love," my Nan said taking her coat off and placing it on the back of a chair in the kitchen, "You not in bed yet." I stood resting my hands on the chair. Shaking my head I replied "No, though I'm going to in a minute. I just wanted to ask you something which is going to sound weird." I moved over to the window, my granddad watching as I looked out quickly before spinning around. Only then did they both see the dim lights of the police box. "What the…" My granddad started. "I said it would be weird. Anyway, I just wanted to ask can he stay?" The time lord must have been listening because before my Nan could ask who, he walked in. "Hello, you must be (Y/N)'s grandparents. I'm the Doctor." He shook granddad's hand and then proceeded to French kiss my Nan. I chuckled a little at their facial expressions. "How can he be here?" Granddad questioned. I shook my head and yawned, letting the Doctor explain. "Well the TARDIS had a major power drain and I somehow crashed here, in this universe, which according to (Y/N), my life is a TV show." I nodded, "Yeah, pretty much that." I let what we had said sink in before asking again about him staying. "If it's too much to ask I can stay in the TARDIS." He added, to which I shook my head at. "The powers drained, I saw how dark it was in there you'd need a torch or something to find your way about." Nan nodded and looked at granddad. It was almost like they had a silent conversation because they both agreed that he could stay. "Just don't forget that your granddad and I are going away on Thursday, so I want no house party's." I chuckled, I'd doubt that would happen, seeing as I wasn't that type of person.

"Nan you know I wouldn't," I replied. She nodded knowing I wouldn't, though by my thoughts she was probably saying it to him more than me. He held his hands up realising she had been indeed talking about him. "I wouldn't dare." I chuckled before yawning. "Anyway, I'm off to bed," I mentioned, heading to pick up my drawing stuff from the sofa. "Okay love," I heard my nan faintly reply from the kitchen. The Doctor, feeling a little lost followed. I wasn't aware he was until he nearly frightened the life out of me when I turned around. "Sorry," he apologized, realising what he'd done. I cleared my throat. "I'll show you to your room. Don't destroy it though. I don't want to have to fix the mess like you'd done in Craig's place." He looked down a little sheepishly. "Ah, you know about me staying at Craig's then." I nodded and headed up the staircase towards the bedrooms. I knew he was following by the creak of the floorboards. I explained to him what I knew as I showed him to his room. There were four rooms on the top floor, three bedrooms and a family bathroom. The bedroom dead opposite the staircase was my grandparents and the one on the left, between theirs and the bathroom, was mine. To the other side of my grandparent's bedroom was another. A guest room. It was here that I led the Doctor.

I looked around the room which we had entered. In the corner stood a dressmakers mannequin with a half finished project pinned to it. I sighed, realising that with the Doctor around I'd probably never get it finished. He looked at it intrigued before moving over to the window and peering through the closed curtains quickly. Turning he smiled and all but threw himself onto the bed, his arms behind his head. "This will do nicely." He stated making me chuckle at the familiar phrase. I smiled, "Anyway if you need anything just ask. There are towels in the cupboard. I'm off to bed now so I'll see you in the morning." I yawned and trundled off to my room, the Time Lord calling goodnight behind me. I took one last glance at him, hardly believing that any of this was real.

I quickly brushed my teeth and messaged my parents about what had been happening. My mum wasn't really sure whether to believe me or not, but she'd defiantly believe me when she sees him in just over a weeks time if he sticks around that long. Oh, I really hoped he would. I sighed and said goodnight, before jumping into bed. I switched off my bedside lamp and snuggled into my comfy bed, grabbing my old scruffy teddy bear, which I was not ashamed to have because of the memories which surrounded him.

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows. The room was bathed in light, though not sunlight. It was day outside, about half eight in the morning. Not my normal wake up time on a weekend. On weekends I was fairly lazy in that I often didn't wake till gone half past nine. But this morning felt different. I sat up and glanced in the mirror at my wild bed hair. Sighing I ran my fingers through, getting out a few knots and making it lay flatter. I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes before heading downstairs.

I stepped into the kitchen to see the Doctor sat at the dining table, a cup of tea in hand and an empty bowl in front of him. "Morning," he called smiling, taking a sip of his tea. I replied with a "morning", before pulling a box of cereal from a cupboard, as well as a bowl and a spoon from the cutlery draw. The milk was already on the table from the Doctor's breakfast. "I see you found everything," I said to him, sitting down in front of him. I poured cereal and then milk into my bowl as he replied. "Yeah, your Nan showed me where everything was."

"Good, good,half full" I said with a mouthful of cereal. He smiled. Finishing off my mouthful I asked "So, have you been able to assess the TARDIS' damage?" He looked down half full mug of tea. "Yeah." He paused a little longer than I was expecting. "It's not great. I mean I'm not saying that it's not fixable, it's just going to take longer than I thought." I nodded taking another mouthful of cereal. He finished off his tea in one long gulp. "Actually I should probably get started, 'scuse me." The Doctor stood and placed his bowl and mug into the sink. I saw him give a sad look at the box in the garden, standing in the rain, before giving me a fake smile, telling me that things must have been worse than he was letting on. He headed for the back door and stepped out, a familiar umbrella, with a question mark shaped handle in his hand. I watched as he unlocked the doors and disappeared inside. Sighing I finished off my breakfast before getting up and washing the two bowls and the empty mug.

I entered the living room, my grandparents sat in their normal positions, Granddad in his armchair and Nan on the sofa, knitting needles in hand. "Alright love." Nan called, looking over the rim of her glasses, smiling up at me. "You're up early", Granddad said, looking briefly away from the TV, showing one of the boring shows which he'd probably seen many times over. "Yeah, I've got a lot of work to get done. I've got to make sure that everything's ready for the presentation on Wednesday and that my sketchbook and garment is ready for Friday's hand in." I explained. Nan nodded, concentrating on her knitting. "Okay love. I'll bring you up a drink later," she said, knowing that I'd be working in my room. With the Doctor about I really didn't want to get distracted. "Oh and we might go out later, dad and I, if the rain eases up." She added. I nodded in understanding, realising that she was on about the walk they normally did on a Sunday. I nodded and headed out of the room, about to head upstairs when my familiar black cat trundled down the stairs.

"Hello Missy." I coed giving her a fuss. "You hungry?" She brushed around my legs nearly tripping me over as I headed back into the kitchen. I pulled a clean cat bowl from under the sink and placed it on the kitchen counter. Missy jumped up onto the counter and sat looking at the empty bowl as I grabbed a box of dried cat food from the top cupboard. I filled the bowl and placed it on the tiled floor, Missy jumping down. I looked up and out of the window, to see the Doctor looking at me, a long line of cables hanging from the box. He smiled and I returned it. The rain had stopped and he was dragging bits out onto a sheet he'd placed on the grass. Where it had come from I didn't know. I put the box away before heading back to where I'd been originally heading.

I tidied my bed covers whilst my laptop booted up. Clearing a few things from my desk I made room for my sketchbook work , which I placed beside my laptop. This table was long, but was merely a pasting table which was luckily strong enough to hold a sewing machine, laptop and a spare computer screen, which I often hooked up to my laptop, allowing me to be able to watch films at the same time as working. The table was situated at the far side of the room, the window beside it. I could see the Doctor from my seat at the desk. The bed in my room was a single, which was hard to get used to after sleeping in my double bed at home, but after being at uni for months, you get used to it. It was set between the desk and the door, against the adjoining wall to my grandparents bedroom. Next to the door was a built-in wardrobe with mirrored doors. This took up the whole of the wall. Around the room were various storage boxes and a tower of plastic draws, all storing various bits of equipment, mainly fabrics. With my laptop logged on, I sat down and began working on my PowerPoint presentation, which wasn't far from being finished, it just needed some fine tuning and practising.

I'd been working for a few hours when my nan entered the room, a hot chocolate and a few biscuits in hand. "Thanks Nan," I said, rubbing my eyes, which I had been straining from staring at the screen too much. "You watch you don't strain your eyes too much. Do some of your other work instead for a while." I nodded and took a bite from a biscuit after dipping it into my hot chocolate. "I'm nearly done with the computer anyway. Just got to print this off for my sketchbook and then I can focus on that." She nodded and headed back to the door. "Well grandad and I are going out in a bit so. If you get hungry you know where everything is. Don't work too hard yeah, take a break and get some fresh air." I nodded taking another bite from my biscuit. "See you later." She left and I turned back to the laptop screen, pressing print. Once printed I cut and stuck the wording where required on the pages, before getting to work with adding the designs I had drawn for this project.

My grandparents had been gone for half an hour when I decided that I wanted some food. Trundling down the stairs, nearly tripping over the cat who had decided to curl up on one of the steps. I stepped through into the kitchen and moved over to the bread bin. Quickly gathering together sandwich things I made myself some lunch. I glanced out the window to see the Doctor sat cross legged on the sheet on the grass, fiddling with some various items. I flicked the switch on the kettle and decided to make another sandwich to take out for him. Well my nan did say to take a break.

I took the Time Lord a cup of tea and his sandwich, taking mine along too on a tray, so as to accompany him. "Hey" I called to him, the man jumping a little, startled. "Oh hi. Didn't see you there." I chuckled. "I brought you a sandwich and some tea." I told him placing the tray down and handing them over. He smiled and said "Ooh thanks," and patted the empty space beside him. I plonked down, being careful not to drop my own sandwich. "It's ham and cheese. That alright?" I questioned, before taking a bite. "Yeah, that's perfect," he answered with his mouth full. I laughed, almost snorting. I noticed his smile grow a little as he swallowed and took a sip of his tea. "So, how's it going," I quickly asked, seeing the mass of wires and metal strewn about on the sheet. He shrugged a little. "It's slow and it's going to take some time, but I'll get there in the end. Anyway, how's your work going." He caught me off guard when he asked this. How did he know? Unless my nan has told him which was a possibility. "Yeah not too bad. It takes time. It's also pretty boring though, especially paperwork. For me I like being creative, you know? Drawing, painting, sewing. Not all the writing and the presentations. That does my head in." I sighed, then apologised for ranting on. "Hey it's fine. We've all done it." He answered, which surprised me. "Really?" I couldn't help but asking. "Yeah, I mean, I wasn't really an arty person, well in some terms I suppose, but not in the same ways as you. I hated all that other writing stuff. I liked the practical side. The science experiments, the woodwork and carving. The electronics, you know that sort of thing. Ah those were the days." He looked distant as if remembering. His smile sad. I couldn't help but rest a hand on his arm in sympathy. He shot out of his trance and looked down at my hand. Bringing up his other hand he placed it on top of mine and gave it a squeeze. I looked at him and him me, our eyes locking briefly before, I let go of his arm, his hand almost reluctantly leaving mine. I cleared my throat and downed some of my sandwich, before my iPhone started buzzing, signalling an incoming call. "I should probably get this" I stated getting up, and taking my sandwich and the empty tray with me, headed back inside.

I took a glance at him sat there as I stood in the kitchen, talking to my friend Sophie, who was asking about the work we had to do. I couldn't help but watch him as I answered sophie's questions. It was then that they asked if I was alright. "You seem a little distracted" Sophie mentioned. " I'm fine really. I'm just concentrating on this work." I lied. She waved it off, and said about getting back to work which I agreed on, knowing I still had some sketchbook work to do before I could finally get on to the more fun and interesting part, the sewing, that was if I could ever decide on my final design. Perhaps I could ask the Doctor I mentally said to myself, before heading off back to my room, to draw up some designs.

I scribbled down a few designs to add with the others I'd previously done. It was so hard to choose. With aspects from different ones catching my attention. I drew out further, taking the aspects I liked and combining them together in more designs, until I had 3 I really liked. They were all designs for corsets, which was the main theme of the project we'd been given. The specific theme for my corset though was flights of fancy. It was kind of hard to get into at first, but that was always the way with a new project. I looked at the three designs in front of me and face planted the desk. God it was such hard work. A knock on my bedroom door alerted me. "Come in" I called, my head still resting on the desk. "You alright?" I heard the Doctor ask, causing me to shoot upright. "Yeah. It's just so hard to choose a design to make." I explained. He came in and walked round to where I was sat, glancing at the various bits of paper strewn about, and at the bits of Doctor Who memorabilia about. He perched on the bed beside where I was sat. "Do you want me to help you choose?" He asked. I nodded. "That would be a tremendous help, thanks." He picked up the three designs which lay in front of me, and glanced at them. He sat there for quite a while in silence looking between them, before finally deciding. "I like that one," he stated pointing at the space butterfly type design. "I quite liked that one too. Though I liked all of them, but more so that one," I added. He smiled. And went to stand and leave but ended up getting a little distracted by a picture sat on top of my TV. It was a picture of me dressed in a fez and the 4th Doctor's long scarf, standing in the TARDIS. "That's my TARDIS," he said, picking it up. I nodded. "Yeah, it was actually a green screen image. I wasn't actually in the TARDIS, just stood against a green backdrop and then the image added afterwards. It's pretty clever, though not as awesome as the real thing I suppose." I remember that day well as I spoke to him. It was taken on a trip to the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff a few years ago, before, well before he regenerated. God I missed his incarnation, even though his new incarnation wasn't so bad. He was a good actor, but they all have that special little place in your heart. "Anyway, was there something you wanted?" I asked, wondering why he'd come upstairs. "Nope, not particularly. Just wondering what you were doing and giving myself a break. It's hard work." I nodded, knowing the feeling. "It'll get done." He stated. "Of course it will. There's no need to rush. I like having you around." I admitted out loud, before realising I'd said it. I'm sure he blushed a little, but I couldn't quite understand why. Did he have a crush on me? Surely not. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'd best let you get on. Is there anything I can get you? Hot chocolate?" I giggled at his flustered actions. "No thanks I'm fine." He headed for the door. "Good, good. Okay. I'll leave you to it. Okay bye." I couldn't help but smile and shake my head as he left. He was an odd man. Moffat had certainly written his character well, as he was exactly like in the show. I sighed and turned back to my work. Time to get started, I told myself, grabbing some of the basic paper pattern pieces we'd been given, to adapt to our chosen corset specifications.

After what felt like an age, adapting and pinning my pattern pieces to the fabric, I'd barely even noticed the time, or the fact that my grandparents had come home from their outing. I only realised what time is was when they called me down for dinner. It was 6:00pm. Dinner was laid out on the table. "Your mum never phoned" nan mentioned, placing a jug of gravy in the centre of the table. The Doctor was already seated, his tweed jacket slung over the back of his chair. He almost seemed naked without it on, it being part of his signature image. I sat down to his right, nan sitting opposite and grandad slowly trotting in, plopped between us. "No, she was out today. She's been messaging me though." I replied, poring some gravy onto my plate. A roast dinner was what we were having, with a good pile of chicken on the plate along with big trees of broccoli and some potatoes. Just what I loved. The Doctor seemed to be enjoying it, tucking into his meal and listening to our conversations, adding in bits when he felt like it. "So, you live with your mum when you're not at university? He asked. I nodded, swallowing a mouthful. "Yeah and my dad and brother, and usually Missy, but she's mine so, she got to come here with me." He nodded slowly. It was only then that he didn't realise who Missy was. "She's my cat, who's more than likely sleeping somewhere. Either that or she's outside. Don't get to see her that often, especially at night. She prefers to go out then so." He nodded again, remembering seeing her earlier I guessed. "I'd watch out with her though. She has a habit of getting into places and being really mischievous, hence her name. I remember when I first saw her. She was trying to steal food from the Food bag. Such a character." He chuckled. "Yeah. She was on my bed earlier." He stated. I shook my head. "Sorry. She has a habit of opening doors. It's why we tend to keep them shut, well apart from mine." He waved it off. "It's fine. Actually she's quite interesting." Grandad looked at him confused, till I realised. "Has she been talking to you?" I questioned, a slight smirk on my face. "You know me so well. Yes I've been taking to her. She seems to like you very much." I smiled. "That's nice to hear. I was worried because she didn't really like me at first." He slowly nodded, swallowing a mouthful. "Yes, she mentioned that and apologised. She was worried that you'd be like her last owner, who wasn't very nice to her. But after a while she knew that you'd never do such a thing. Any of you." Nan smiled. "Well that's good then."I nodded slightly and couldn't help but asking "So where 'bouts are you in your time stream? Where were you before all this." He grinned. "You're very good at this. Most people wouldn't know the lingo of time travel but you." I had to beam at that. "Well, that's what happens when I watch too much Doctor who." My grandad had to agree, he knew how addicted I was, so did my nan but she wasn't too bothered. I think I tended to annoy my grandad in my obsession. "You'll have to show me an episode or two. I'd like to see it." I nodded. "Sure thing, just no spoilers alright." He shook his head, in that moment realising I must have sounded a lot like River. "I was in a bit of a pickle. Got trapped on a planet by these creatures, the Shansheeth. Large bird like creatures. They stole the TARDIS and I had to resort to a plan to get back to earth." I nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, I remember that. You used the Artron energy Clyde got blasted with last time you met, and used him as a receiver to get back to earth, where you bumped into Sarah Jane and Jo." He nodded. "I'm impressed. So that was a story line then?" I nodded, "well sorta. There was a spin off called the Sarah Jane Adventures which was really good. I used to watch it a lot, but unfortunately the actress who played her died a few years back." My smile fell as did his. "Oh", was all he said, before finishing up his dinner. Well that killed the mood.

Once we'd finished with our dinner my nan ushered me off to do my work, even though I'd volunteered to help out with the washing up. Instead the Doctor jumped in there and started helping out with the drying up. My nan was always too focused on me getting on with my work, even though I'd been at it all day. It was important to me after all, even when it was stressful. I sighed and trundled off upstairs, casting one last glance to the Doctor, who smiled, knowing I could do it.

I flopped on my bed momentarily, staring up at the ceiling. This work was getting on my nerves, but I just felt so distracted, especially with the Doctor around. I groaned, rolling onto my side and glancing at the clock on the wall. The room was quite, except from the constant ticking of the clock echoing loudly around me. If I had a gun I'd do a Sherlock and shoot at it, like he did to the smiley face he'd graffitied onto the wall in his Baker Street flat. I didn't even know why I bothered with it. I always took it off the wall at night because the ticking kept me awake. Standing up, I grabbed it off the wall and took the battery out, before throwing it under my desk. It was at that moment I realised that the Doctor was stood in my bedroom doorway. "Annoying huh?" He asked to which I nodded. "How loudly can a clock tick I mean seriously. It's so loud." I complained. He shrugged. "At least you didn't bump into any clockwork droids." I smiled. "Well yeah there is that. And snog Madame de pompadour." He blushed a little, before clearing his throat. Him and the ladies, I thought to myself. I shook my head mentally. "So, what brings you up here? I thought you were helping out downstairs". He plonked down on the bed, his feet up. Only then did I realise he didn't have his shoes on. Just a pair of slightly worn out black socks. "Oh you know. Passing time. I know how much you don't want to work, as you've been busy all day. And I've been busy all day, so I was wondering if you'd show me this Doctor Who properly." He grinned. I couldn't help but join in, it was almost contagious. "Sure, I could do with a bit of who time. Where do you want to start?" I questioned. "Classic or modern? From your first or your ninth? Doctor who was rebooted in 2005 starting with your ninth incarnation so that's all the modern era." He thought for a while before deciding to go for an episode in the middle of things. His fourth incarnation. Him and his jelly babies and long scarf. "My favourite classic Doctor." I stated, putting a DVD into my laptop and placing it on his lap. He scooted over enough for me to sit beside him on my bed. It was almost a little too close, but neither of us seemed to mind, which was odd considering he was an awkward person at times. The DVD loaded and the title screen appeared. This was an episode set on Scaro, with Davros and the Daleks. The Timelord was with Sarah Jane and Harry Sullivan, and this was the begging of it all. The beginning of Davros' creation. We quietly sat, as the opening scene played out in front of us, and I wondered What it must have been like for him. To us it wasn't real, but for him he fought and killed these creatures time and time again, yet they always survived. I was almost grateful that they weren't real. But I couldn't help but thinking about if they were, as in right here, in this universe. How would people react? I wondered. I sighed, realising I had been over thinking things. The Doctor looked over at me, " you alright?" He asked to which I nodded. "I was just thinking. I'll stop now." He gave a small smile. "You should relax you know. Can't keep thinking about your work." I couldn't help but shake my head and give him a look. "You can talk Mr. You're the one who's been working on the TARDIS all day and keeps worrying about her. She'll be fine, I know she will." His smile grew. Guess I said something right then. He fished in his pockets and before I realised it he'd pulled out a paper bag. "Would you like a jelly baby?" He questioned, a smile plastered on his face. I couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles as he said this, and it only seemed to make his smile grow. "So, you've still got a sweet tooth then. Got to love jelly babies." I stated grabbing a red one from the bag. He settled the bag between us and took one for himself. "Never go without jelly babies, that's what I say. Not sure where they keep coming from. Probably the TARDIS keeping my pockets stocked," he chuckled. I laughed along with him, taking another sweet. "Yeah, probably. I always did wonder where they came from. You had them, or should I say have them, on whatever planet you ended up on." He nodded. "Well I did used to buy them back then. Couldn't go without them, but I guess the TARDIS just keeps stocking up on them for whenever I need them."

"And I guess she also stocks up on a lot of fish fingers and custard then too." He couldn't help but shake his head, still smiling. "Oh yes. One of my crazy food inventions." He mentioned. "I don't know what I was thinking back then. It just sort of hit me and well I enjoyed it. Still do."

I nodded, decapitating another jelly baby. "I've never tried it, I mean there are loads of people who have, but if I'm honest, I'm not really a big fan of custard. Well home made is nice but I hate the other stuff." I blurted. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'm not really a big fan of custard either but it just seemed to work. I've got to agree though, the other stuff isn't quite the same as home made. I'll tell you what. One day I'll make some and you can try it. How does that sound?" I nodded vigorously. "Sounds like a plan." He chuckled, before turning his attention back to the screen, placing a jelly baby into his mouth. I rested my head against his shoulder, something I thought the Doctor would object to, but it was almost like he'd been waiting for me to do so. He loosely put an arm around my shoulders and continued to watch the episode which was playing in front of us.

I hadn't realised what time it was till my Nan came upstairs to get ready for bed. We had finished watching the episode we'd been watching a while ago and the Doctor had wanted me to show him some other programs I liked. So I had pulled up Netflix and listed the programs I loved. After looking through them he'd chosen to watch Merlin. We were currently laughing at the fact that Merlin kept getting into trouble when my nan popped her head around the door. "Someone sounds like they're having fun" she stated. "Yeah, the Doctor wanted to see what shows I watched and I couldn't help but watch Merlin." They both nodded. "You do know it's gone 11:00 right?" My face dropped. "Really? Damn. And I've got an early start at uni tomorrow too. We'll have to finish watching this tomorrow. At least we won't loose where we are." I mentioned pausing the episode and shutting down my laptop. The Doctor shuffled off the bed and stood up. "Yes of course. Anyway, I'll leave you to get sleep. Night" he called, before heading off to the spare bedroom, closing the door behind him. I yawned and moved to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After doing so I dived into bed, after moving my laptop out of the way, and cocooned myself in my duvet. I hadn't realised just how tired I actually was until I drifted off to sleep, not before checking to see whether my alarm was set for the morning.