OK, so I know I've deleted all my stories, which seems a bit weird, but I just thought- why not start fresh? This is my first Doctor Who fanfic, so please be kind.

Disclaimer: I appear to not own Doctor Who. This displeases me, but what can you do? I'll tell you what you do- If you kill Rory, he STAYS DEAD. He can't return as a frickin' centurion! Still, it was pretty cool when he whipped out his handgun and shot Amy. (Sorry! I like her too! But she doesn't die, so it's OK).

On with the story! Though it hasn't actually started yet. *ahem*

Chapter 1: "I'm the Doctor"

It was that strange noise again that woke her up. That whooshing sound. She was burning with curiosity as to what it was; but Evie had never been brave enough to creep downstairs. 'Too dark,' she said. 'It's scary.' This night, she'd plucked up enough courage to go downstairs. But she regretted it the minute she felt the soft, furry cream carpet beneath her feet. I've got to do this, she told herself firmly. I'm a big girl now, anyway. Well, if you counted seven years old as 'big.' She did. She'd reached the bottom of the stairs now.

"Hello?" She whispered into the everlasting darkness, not expecting a reply.

"Why hello there!" A voice spoke out of the darkness, making her jump. A man stepped out of the shadows.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here. Actually, I'm wondering why I'm here. My Tardis crash-landed," he explained. Evie stared up at him with wide eyes. He was odd looking, with hair ruffled up, his shirt torn and patches of smoke smudged on his face. He was tall; to her, he was a giant. His green eyes were kind, understanding. And had a sadness in them she had never seen before.

"I'm the Doctor." He extended a hand, smiling at her. "No, no, too early," he muttered, drawing back his hand.

"W-Who are you?" She asked him in astonishment.

"I told you. I'm the Doctor."

"That's a funny name."

His eyes sparkled in amusement. "I like funny names."

She found it easy to talk to this 'raggedy man.' "I do, too. My brother's called Connor."

"Connor's a good name! I wish there were more interesting names in the world."

"Me too."

He found this child peculiar; shy and timid at first; but once she spoke, she reminded him of... him, as a young child.

He didn't stay for long. He drank the cup of tea she offered him, chatting with ease to her. She found out about the 'Tardis' a Time and Relative Dimension In Space. She found out lots about him. He was a time lord, an ancient race of people who lived on the planet Gallifrey. She giggled when he told her the name of the planet he had lived on.

"What's funny?"

"Gallifrey. You time lords speak funny words." She giggled again, a laugh like chimes, tinkling in a warm summer breeze.

"We sure do," he agreed, with a hint of sadness.

When it was time for him to 'pop off to new worlds,' she was disappointed. To her delight, she found she had fun.

"When will you come back?" She asked him sadly.

He turned, from the door he was about to open. "Soon," he promised. "I'll come back soon."

Her eyes lit up with hope. As she said goodbye, turning to run upstairs, she didn't see the pain in his eyes as he watched her retreating figure.