Alright, so, this is my very first fanfiction. I'm making stuff up as I go along, so I'm not quite sure where the story will end up.

If you don't like the idea of the tenth doctor being with someone other than Rose, this story is not for you. My intent is to make this into a love story...eventually.

Please, feel free to give me pointers and criticism. I will appreciate all the advice I get.

I hope you will enjoy! /racebag

I woke suddenly.

I opened my eyes, and let them slowly adjust to the grey daylight streaming from my window.

Autumn in Sweden. Nothing but grey.

I yawned and stretched, as I looked at the clock on the wall beside my bedroom door. 1 Pm.

I tried to remember what day it was. Monday. It was 1 Pm on a Monday, and I was lying in my bed.

I should have been in school, I knew that. But this was just one of the many days that I just couldn't make myself go.

I sighed and berated myself for missing yet another day of school. My teachers were not happy with me. Oh well. Nothing I could do about that now. I just had to try to get there tomorrow.

As I was trying to decide between staying in bed for a while longer, or actually getting up and doing something useful, I remembered something. Something lurking in the back of my mind. Almost like a dream.

I had not awakened on my own. Something had aroused me from my very satisfying sleep. But what?

My brain was a bit muddled from sleep, so I couldn't quite remember what it had been. A sound? A light? A touch? Maybe it had been my phone. Maybe I had gotten a text or something. I picked up my phone and looked at the display. No messages. So...not the phone.

I looked around my tiny bedroom to see if I could spot anything there that could have disturbed my sleep. Nothing. It looked exactly the way it always did. Crowded and messy.

Some people think that boys are messier than girls. Well, if that was true, I certainly must be the exception. 90% of the time, my room looks like a war zone. This Monday, it looked just the way it had when i had gone to sleep Sunday night. Too much furniture, and too much stuff. It's a miracle that I can even move in there. But then again, I am not that big.

If you saw me right now, you would see an 18-year old girl with wavy blond hair down past the shoulder blades, grey-blue-green eyes, and a pale face littered with freckles in great numbers on cheeks and nose. Add to that the fact that I am about 4 foot 11 (150cm) and skinny as a straw. I could fit almost anywhere.

As i scanned the room for anything strange, my eyes fell on my dog, who was snoozing quietly in her basket. As I sat up in my bed, she opened an eye and looked at me.

Could she have been the one who had awakened me? It seemed very unlikely. I was used to her different sounds, and if she had made any noise in her sleep, it wouldn't have been enough to wake me. She eyed me for a moment.

Then she stood up, shook her thick white coat, and walked over to me, wagging her tail. I petted her for a short moment, until she was satisfied with the amount of attention I had given. Then she walked away, leaving me with my still unanswered question. What had woken me?

As I became more and more awake, I also became more and more convinced that there indeed HAD been something that had awakened me. A sound.

I could almost remember a faint sound. It was a sound that i thought i recognized, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.

I shook my head and decided to get up.

I dressed in my usual clothes. Black baggy trousers, a purple oversized t-shirt, and a big black hooded sweatshirt. I looked critically at myself in the mirror for a few seconds.

My fringe had been tousled during the night, so i picked up a hairbrush and ran it through my hair a few times. I studied the result. Better, but still not good. It didn't matter. No one was home to see the horrifying sight of me anyway. My parents would be working, and my big brother would be in school.

I turned away from the disappointing image in the mirror, slid my phone into my pocket and walked out of the bedroom.

I walked through the house, my dog following me, searching for something that might have fallen down, or made any noise of some kind, but to no avail. I looked out through the kitchen window at the parking lot, to see if maybe one of my parents had gotten home early.

Nope.

Both of the cars were gone. Maybe my brother then.

I took out my phone and sent him a text asking where he was.

5 minutes later, I got his reply. "In school. Why?". I told him "never mind", and sat down at the kitchen table with a sigh.

I hadn't found anything. I was starting to doubt myself.

Maybe I had just imagined it. Maybe it had been my mind playing tricks on me.

Just as I had decided to just forget it, and get some breakfast, there was a loud knock at the door.

The sudden noise took me by surprise, and I jumped slightly where I sat. I walked over to the door, a frown creasing my forehead as I wondered who it might be.

I opened the door, and my mouth fell open in shock and disbelief. The man who stood there was tall. He had brown hair, a longish face, and he wore a tight fitting brown suit and white sneakers. As soon as he saw me, he smiled.

"Hello!" The man said. "Sorry for bothering you...but may I come in?"

He looked at me questioningly, waiting for my reply.

I was still in shock, so I just stared at him and mumbled something incomprehensive. This couldn't be real, it just couldn't!

I must be dreaming, i thought. There was NO way that he could be here! And yet he was.

I suddenly knew what it was that I had heard in my sleep. I had been awakened by a sound that I had heard many times during the last 6 months or so. It had been the unmistakable sound of a landing T.A.R.D.I.S.

I realized that he was still waiting for me to answer in some way, so I tried to gather myself as much as possible before answering.

"Uh...kay..." I said, moving back in to the house, so he could enter.

He walked into the kitchen, looked around, and then turned to face me.

I was still staring at him, trying to digest what I'd just seen and experienced. I wasn't doing a very good job of it either. My only thought was: "This can't be real!"

He walked over to me, I was still standing by the door.

"Are you alright?" He asked carefully, frowning. "You're very pale. You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

By now, I realized that my mouth was still wide open, and I closed it with an audible "clunk". As I was trying to form words for a useful answer, I noticed that he was studying me curiously.

I met his gaze, and he looked at me for a long second before speaking again.

"Do you know who I am?" He said quietly, as if the question was too dangerous to be spoken loudly.

My wits finally returned to me somewhat, and i nodded emphatically.

"You're...you're The Doctor!" I said breathlessly.

His frown deepened at my answer.

"How do you know that?" This question was spoken faster and more urgent, and he moved closer to me, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Well.."

Now that my brain was starting to work properly again, all my previous thoughts were pouring back in.

"...I am a huge fan of the show...I just never thought that you were actually real!" I exclaimed.

His frown turned into a confused one.

"'Show'? What do you mean 'show'? What 'show'?" He said, looking at me intensely.

" Well, the TV-show of course." I continued. "Doctor Who. You're in it, it's about you."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"A TV-show?! About me?!" He pointed at himself.
"But...that's impossible!" His frown returned, and he looked away from me, staring into space.

Then he turned and walked back into the kitchen.

He started pacing around, talking to himself in terms that were completely foreign to me. Sometimes he would stop and exclaim "aHA!" or "yees!", and then continue pacing.

He said something about "crossed dimensional timelines" and then he suddenly stopped, hand on his head, his look a million miles away.
"Of course..." he said quietly.

He turned back to face me, a look of urgency on his face. His hand fell from his disheveled hair, and he asked: "When did that show start?!" as he practically ran towards me and the door.

I tried to answer as fast as I could, since I got the feeling that it was important.

"Uuuh...1963!" I said, and he was already heading for the door.

"Follow me!" He called, and ran outside.

I was a bit taken aback, but I put on my black trainers and followed him out the door.