Before she got the food poisoning to end all food poisonings, Jess Street was having a great day. Her eyeliner had cooperated with her and her hair did the thing were it dried into non frizzy waves (huzzah!). It was almost midnight and she was making cookies in her flannel candy cane pajama pants and grey shirt three sizes too big with a hole the size of her fist by the armpit, because she could. Her first week as an intern at the senator's office had gone awesome all things considered, well if you factored out the incident with the copier, and she wanted to celebrate. Hence the making of chocolate chip cookies.

As she was gingerly mixing the flour in, thunder rattled the window. Summer thunderstorms weren't all that uncommon in this particular part of the States, so she kept jamming out to Beyoncé. After the third window rattling crack of thunder, Jess finally looked up to see purple lightning flash across the glass. She shrugged and tucked a piece of dark hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. That's when things got weird. All she needed was the intro music from the Twilight Zone to really amp up the creep factor. She had Beyoncé's "Diva" instead.

She walked over to the window and peered out into the skyline. There was the purple lighting again, but immediately after that gold lightning lit up the clouds, briefly illuminating the shape of a wolf. She flinched and took a step back, getting vague Prisoner of Azkaban vibes. But Jess was determined to have cookies, so she went back to her mixing bowl. Two hours later she had forgotten all about the light show and was laying on the bathroom tile in extreme pain vowing to never eat raw cookie dough again.

She must have fallen asleep somehow after the last bout of vomiting because she woke up. She swished her tongue around her mouth to get rid of the dryness and rolled over onto her side. Her body ached and she felt weak. Awesome. At least the nausea was gone, but there was no way she was attempting to put anything other than Sprite or chicken broth into her stomach. It was then that she noticed something was off. Like, a machine gun in Henry the VIII's court off. First, that was not tile she was laying on which led her to believe that somehow she was no longer in the bathroom, and that second, she was not alone.

A man in a leather jacket stood in front of her facing a vat of a bubbling something. Jess sat up and leaned against one of the metal supports, nudging a pipe out of the way. The bubbling mass rose to form more of a defined blob and started snarling. Leather jacket guy started talking about constitutional rights and invasions which was far more interesting than what the blonde and the other guy were doing.

His voice was too distinct sounding to be part of a dream, the voices in her dreams always sounded like her own. Which left one of two possibilities. That her cookie dough was somehow laced with drugs or this was actually happening. She wasn't sure which possibility she preferred. On the one hand drugs which was bad on multiple levels or the blob thing was real. She eyed it with distaste and decided keeping her mouth shut was the smartest choice. She pushed aside the nagging feeling that this was somehow familiar and continued to watch.

Just as she settled on non-interference, moving mannequins grabbed leather jacket and then there was lightning, again. She knew enough to guess at what the blob planned and what the vile of liquid would do. She grabbed the pipe, managed to stand up and walked more or less in a line towards creepy mannequin #1. Well, it was more like a squiggle but it counted. Everybody was distracted by blondie chopping at the chain for them to notice Jess until she was right on top of the mannequin. She planted her feet like her mom had taught her and swung with her hips and creepy mannequin #1 went flying into the vat of grossness. She registered movement on her peripheral and turned in time to see mannequin #2 tumbling down. She stumbled and fell onto her butt, because of course she did.

"Everything's out of focus," she said.

She saw leather jacket let go of the blonde and kneel in front of her, but she had more pressing concerns. Like, not fainting. She was a freaking athlete for goodness sake and she would not pass out. Leather jacket was talking to her, but she put her head to her knees and breathed deeply like her track coach taught her. Leather jacket made a grumbling sort of noise and scooped her up and ran towards a blue blur which was not good for her dizziness at all. The blue blur solidified into a blue box and she squinted at it. She's shifted in his arms and then put down inside against a wall. It's not until then that she realized she's still holding the pipe. She decided that the floor is just as good as any place to fall asleep and she is not fainting because this is a voluntary decision and then she's out.

There's a whirring noise near her ear and someone muttering. She forced her eyes open and comes face to face with leather jacket. She's on a hospital looking bed. She felt better than when she went to sleep, well enough that she batted the metal contraption away with one hand. She stared at him. He stared back. There's metal under her hand and she realized she still hasn't let go of the pipe.

LINE BREAK

"Silly human, getting sick from raw eggs."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I scanned you with my sonic screwdriver. Gave you a shot to help rehydrate you."

"You a doctor then? Arguing with weird blob things just a hobby?"

He grinned. "I'm the Doctor."

"Yeah, I gathered." She loosened her grip on the pipe.

"What's your name?"

"Jess."

"Nice to meet you Jess. Now, how did get to this universe?"

"What the flip are you talking about?"

A/N Hello! This one has been in the works for awhile so I'm really excited. Do you prefer bacon or sausage? Let me know in a review!