I'd Follow You To The End Of Time, Timelord

by DeathlyCarrots

The Doctor's been alone for a while now. His companions so far have all ended up breaking his hearts. But when Jasmine comes along, will he break his rule? Will 1 become 2 as he travels the universe, romping through space and time? And what happens when feelings develop? What happens when the Doctor realizes that Rose has moved on, so it would be OK for him to as well?

1. Chapter 1

Hullo, Whovians! I actually dreamt the first part of this, and I liked it so I jotted it down, added more, and...DUN DUN DUNNN! This is the first chapter! The main female is OC, and I have created some aliens, but everything else is pretty much normal! Ok, so this is the 10th Doctor's time (David Tennant), and I really hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcomed! Over and out xx

I OWN JASMINE, HER FAMILY, THE ALIENS MENTIONED, THE PLANET MENTIONED (NOT EARTH), AND THE PLOT LINE. Everything else belongs to BBC.

Credit to Teagan and Emily, my Betas!

I'd Follow You To The End Of Time, Timelord.

Chapter 1:

"Jaz, you're 23 years old now! It's time you thought about settling down! Having kids, getting married, KEEPING A JOB!" My mother scolded me, just like every other day. I sighed.

"Mum, I'm trying! Really, I am! I've applied for a couple of jobs, I've started up on a dating site and I'm looking at some houses and flats on Saturday."

"It's all talk, talk, talk! You moved back in when you got let down from following some non-existent man; and you haven't been the same since!"

"He's not non-existent, mum!" I closed my eyes, my elbows on the table and my fingers rubbing my temples.

"Sorry, not non-existent. A CHARACTER FROM A BLOODY TV SHOW!" She yelled from the sink as she dried a dinner plate.

"He may be a character, Mum, but for the last time; He. Is. Real!"

"PROVE IT!"

"I'm going to bed." I stood up suddenly and walked over to her.

"Goodnight, Mum. Sweet dreams. I love you." I kissed her cheek lightly and gave her a small hug. Although she complains every day, I still love her and would give my life for her.

"Goodnight, sweet heart. Remember, you've got to be up early tomorrow! Mr and Mrs Neiling are coming for a visit."

"Yes, Mum! I love you!" I said, dragging my feet to my room.

"Do you have any other plans for tomorrow, love? I was thinking maybe we could have the Putzat's around for tea. They're a lovely family."

"Mum!"

"Oh, right, sorry! I forgot! Go on, say it!"

"Love you!" I closed my bedroom door behind me and sighed.

I should probably explain; since I was 13, it's been my tradition to, whether it's saying goodnight or goodbye, have the last thing I say to the people I love just that; I love them. I worry something'll happen. But then again...I hope something'll happen. A very particular something...

Tired, I flopped down on my bed fully clothed. I hadn't even bothered to brush my teeth! As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

(***)

WSHVROOM! WSHVROOM! WSHVROOM!

I jolted awake, startled by the loud noise. My head spun this way and that, searching for the source.

And that's when I saw it and my whole life changed.

I couldn't believe it! My heart quickened and my eyes widened as my mouth popped open wide. There it was...; The TARDIS.

Gasping, I scrambled out of my blanket and stood clumsily, slowly making my way over to the bright blue doors, my eyes roaming the wood. I reached forward tentatively and grasped the handle; I could feel it! Metal, cold from the winter air! I took several deep breaths to calm myself before pushing on the door and stepping inside.

And inside, I found something I'd stopped thinking I would find 2 years ago. I found something that took my breath away and made my heart quicken to a rapid pace. I found The Doctor.

"No no no no no no NO!" The Doctor still hadn't noticed me, and I simply stood there in shock as he grabbed a hammer and banged it on a panel.

"Stop!" I cried, rushing forward.

His head spun around quickly and his eyebrows raised.

"Who are you!"

"I...I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Smith."

"Jasmine Smith...do I know you?" He asked, staring at me in wonder.

"No...but I know you." I smiled broadly.

"Who am I, then?" He quizzed me.

"You're The Doctor! The last Timelord left! You're on your 10th regeneration, so I suppose that makes you the 10th Doctor. You defeated The Master, the Daleks, and countless other enemies. You stopped many wars, and you have saved the Earth many times. This is the TARDIS, which stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space, and you have a sonic screwdriver, which is most likely in your pocket. You always wear the same tan coat, and you without it is like Captain Jack Harkness without his ego! He was a companion of yours. As was Rose, and Martha, and Donna, and Sarah!"

I stared at him, fearing I'd said too much in my excitement. His handsome eyes glared at me.

"What are you? What planet are you from? Where am I? When am I? How do you know so much about me?!" He held up his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at me like a weapon.

"I'm human! From Earth, which is where we are now. Doncaster, actually. 2013. You can test that if you like! And I know you because you're famous!" I smiled at him, still a little star-struck.

"Famous? Famous how? No one knows me! Is this some sort of parallel universe?"

"No. This is Earth. Just Earth. You're famous from your TV show! Nobody thinks your real! They think you're just a character. But I know better, because I saw you! Years ago, when I was 19. I tried to follow you. I tried for a year to follow you. But I never saw you again. That is, until tonight!"

"TV show. Show me." He instructed me, and I didn't hesitate.

I knew that voice. I knew it from the many times I'd heard it on the television.

I bounced giddily down the hallway, glancing behind me every so often just to make sure he was there.

"Now," I started as I grabbed a DVD case from the shelf, "this is a limited edition copy of the disk. This is Season 2. The episode where you snogged that French woman!" I popped the disk in the player and flicked on the TV, turning the volume right down to 3, so that my mum wouldn't hear.

I snuck a peak out of the corner of my eye and examined the Doctor. He was scanning the DVD case with his screwdriver.

The episode started up and The Doctor's head snapped up at the sound of it.

'This must be so weird for him,' I thought to myself, 'he's watching his own memory.'

"Rose." The Doctor's handsome face was lined with pain at the sight of the pretty blonde girl.

Composing himself, he swept back down the hallway, me, of course, trailing behind him. I quickly followed him back into the TARDIS before he could stop me.

"How is this possible?!" He asked, running his slender hands through his tussled hair.

"Doctor, you're famous. Why is that a bad thing?" I stepped toward him slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his face.

"It's not that part that bothers me! It's the fact that, somehow, they can see me. They've got cameras around me, following me, always! How can I not have detected it?!" He banged his fists on the TARDIS in anger and confusion.

"Well, as angry as you might be, don't blame the TARDIS, it didn't do anything wrong." I said to him, snapping slightly.

"Of course...you're right." He looked up at me emptily.

"Listen...I can help you, Doctor. I can help you figure this out." I stood tall, preparing my argument to battle his refusal.

"Yes, I think you'll have to." He stated.

"But I can help y- wait...what?"

"You'll have to come with me! You know more about this than I do! And believe me, that doesn't happen every day."

"I...ok! Just let me write a quick note. Oh, and don't disappear on me." I warned him.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I wrenched open the TARDIS door, leaving it open wide, just in case. I scrambled for a pen and paper and started scrawling hurriedly;

Mum,

I've just gone out for a while, but don't worry! I'm completely safe! Just gone out with a friend. And I know you, so I'll answer the questions I'm sure you'd ask me. Yes, I've got a coat. Yes, I will be back. I don't know if I'll be back in time for the Neiling's visit. The person I'm with is a male. No, we're not together (I wish!). Yes, there's milk in the fridge. Okay, I've gotta go now. See you soon! Bye!

Jazzy xxx

Love you deeply!

I folded the note in half and left it somewhere Mum would find. Grabbing my hairbrush, I jumped back into the TARDIS, closing the door lightly behind me.

"Took your time! Ready?" The Doctor was bent over the machine, his hand resting on a lever.

"Yep!" I waved my hairbrush at him in a sort of salute.

"Hairbrush?" he questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"Well...I don't wanna look like a mess with bed hair when we go traveling." I mumbled. He just stared.

"Besides! I've seen the stuff you get up to! I'm gonna need this! There's an awful lot of running involved in this!" Again, he just stared.

"Oh, just get on with it!" I snapped, smiling sheepishly.

(***)

"Right then, Jasmine Smith-"

"Call me Jaz. Or Jazzie." I cut in. The Doctor smiled at me.

"Right then, Jazzie. Let's go figure this out."

My heart skipped a beat when he grabbed my hand, sending instant electricity coursing through me, making me giddy.

Already, we were running.

"What channel did you say my show is on?" The Doctor asked me, his attention still on the pathway and his hand still in mine.

"Oh, uh...BBC! That's it!"

"May I ask something?"

"Anything, Doctor!"

"What is the show called? Merely curious." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before continuing his jog.

"Doctor Who." I smiled as we made our way to a very, very large building.

"Ok. Here's the plan. You take my psychic paper and walk confidently up to the front desk. You tell them you're a building inspector that mainly dabbles in televised companies. Don't use your real name. Show them the paper, and you'll be put safely through. I'll come with you, but I'll be wearing this."

The Doctor paused and held up a key on a thin piece of rope.

"Of course! It doesn't make you invisible, just undetectable!"

"Is there anything you don't know about me?" The Doctor smiled, exasperated.

"Yes."

"Which is?" He asked curiously.

"Your name." I replied.

"Ah." He placed the psychic paper in my hand and slung the key around his neck.

"Can you see me?" He asked me.

"Yes...but it's difficult." I answered, strained.

"Good. Let's go."

I walked confidently up to the front desk, my head high.

"State your name and purpose." The bored-looking lady said in a monotonous voice.

"Oh, uh...Julie. Julie Collins. Building inspector."

"Can I see your identification, please?" the woman requested, peering up at me. Shaking slightly, I

held up the psychic paper in front of her face for her to see.

"Everything seems to be in order. Have a nice day!" She went back to her work and I breathed a sigh of relief, straining as I walked to look back at the Doctor.

Eventually, I saw him, smiling somewhat proudly.

"How did I do?" I murmured.

"Brilliantly." He whispered back. I pressed the button and the elevator doors opened, allowing me and the Doctor to step aboard. I pressed the 'close doors' button, and turned to my now completely visible companion.

"What floor?"

"The top. The very top." He took out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the lift controls.

Soon we were shooting upward at a somewhat alarming rate.

"That's not right..." The Doctor murmured, his brown eyes frowning up at the ceiling.

"We're shooting up through the floors...67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73. The top. We're here." I informed him.

"The key! Put the key on!" I growled, ignoring the large *DING* of the elevator.

"No. I need to figure this out." He held out his hand and I slid my fingers into it easily, basking in the familiarity of it.

We stepped out of the elevator, and into a large, circular computer room, with wide doors leading off every meter or so.

"Authorization?" A large, beefy man stepped forward and leered at us.

I felt The Doctor give my hand a squeeze and I fumbled for the psychic paper.

"I am Julie Collins. This is..." My voice trailed away and I peered at the Doctor.

"John." The Doctor said confidently. I admired him.

"Yes, John Smith. We are building inspectors."

"Right. Well, this floor is closed off, so if you could please..." The large man placed one clammy hand on my shoulder and used the other to gesture back at the elevator.

I jumped away from his touch.

"I think, as building inspectors, we have a right to search the whole building. Don't you?" I stared angrily into his small, beetle-like eyes.

"Yes, but not this level. This level is out of bounds! So, if you please-."

"We are going to inspect this floor, whether you like it or not, sir!"

I glared with defiance up at him, and soon enough, a row had started; he was yelling for us to leave, I was yelling something along the lines of 'over my dead body'.

And that's when the Doctor stepped in.

"Quiet! The pair of you!"

I immediately stopped and turned to him, smiling broadly. He winked back at me before turning to the man.

"Excuse me, sir, would you please tell me your name?" The Doctor asked the man.

"Gerald. Gerald James."

"Well, Mr Gerald James, answer me this; what planet are you from?"

"I-what-you-excuse me!" The man spluttered.

"Doctor...I don't think he's an alien..." I murmured to the Doctor.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong. I scanned him while you two were bickering away. Definitely non-human."

He turned back to the man.

"Who are you?" The man growled.

"I asked you first." The Doctor grinned.

"I am Nesk. From planet Gaxinglarder. Who are you!" The alien-man demanded.

"I am the Doctor, and I demand to see your leader!"

I stared up at The Doctor with humor as we were angrily led away.

"What?" He muttered, a smile playing on his lips.

"Did you really just use that line?" I giggled.

"Works every time." He replied, winking happily at me.

We were taken to the largest door, and Nesk placed his beefy hand on the centre of it.

He took is hand away and the door swung open to reveal a very strange room.

I assumed it was large, but I couldn't see because of the hot steam.

And although the steam was stifling, I was freezing.

Shivering. I looked up at the Doctor and he peered around, a small frown evident on his handsome face.

"Do you know what their leader is?" I whispered in his ear, standing on my toes.

"No," he murmured back, "But that's half the fun, isn't it?" He winked at me and I smiled back, nodding excitedly.

"Your lordship, I bring visitors." Nesk grunted.

"Visitors? Bring them to me!" a frail voice replied from somewhere in the freezing hot steam.

"Oh dear..." I heard the Doctor murmur beside me, and my blood turned cold.

Those words coming from the Doctor are never a good sign.

I grasped his hand and squeezed.

A mixture of fear, wonder, and excitement coursing through me.

I felt a large hand smack down on my shoulder and I peered around as we were led further and further into the steam. I clung to The Doctor's hand, using it to reassure me.

I could see something up ahead, like a large, pulsing light.

But I couldn't name the colour! It was neither blue, red nor orange, and it wasn't any green, yellow or purple I knew of. It was a colour I couldn't describe, even if I tried.

We reached a sudden stop and I realised that the freezing steam had come to an end, leaving a large, circular area, free of the heated cold. And in the middle of the circle was the light. But it wasn't the light itself that was pulsing, it was the large, stone heart in the center.

"Hahahahahaha! Oh, wow! Oh my, this is amazing!" The Doctor laughed, clapping his hands together. I looked up at him in confusion.

"Is that...The Doctor?" The heart opened what I thought to be a ventricle and spoke.

"Yes, of course! Is that you, Marwik?" The Doctor grinned happily and walked up to the heart, ignoring the slight protests from the large guards surrounding it.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Doctor! It is lovely of course!" the heart called Marwik replied, it's frail voice riddled with emotion.

"Ahh, of course! Introductions! Marwik' this is Jazzie. Jazzie; this is Marwik! An old friend of mine!"

"Hullo." I smiled, waving at the heart.

"Any friend of the Doctor's is a friend of mine! Come over here, girl! Let me shake your hand!"

The heart chuckled at it's joke, and I walked warily up to it, smiling and trying not to freak out.

'Come on, Jaz! You've seen worse than this on TV!' I thought to myself.

The Doctor put his arm across my shoulders and squeezed, as though knowing I needed reassurance and comfort.

"Jaz, this is the heart that beats for the Yoklies - and, apparently, the Gaxinglarders." The Doctor frowned a little and turned back to face Marwik.

"I do not beat for them. They help me."

"What do you need help with?" The Doctor asked him in a somewhat hushed voice.

"It's the Yoklies. They have forgotten the legends and the times of old. The past generations died out and the parents stopped teaching their children the history. They began to turn on me, their chief turning their civilization into a monarchy, with the Glorge family as head.

I went into hiding; and that's where I was discovered by a Gaxinglarder who ran by the name of Derk. Derk kept me healthy and well, but one day when he was out fetching supplies, a young Yoklie stumbled across my path. Afraid, he threw some dirt at me and ran to go tell his parents. My heart broke at the sight, and I prayed that Derk would get back before the town could arrive. He did, but just in time. The Yoklies had come with spears and guns and other weapons.

I refused Derk the ability to kill, and he struggled. He wounded one of the Yoklies, but sustained heavy injuries of his own. On his last breath, he teleported me to this place, where other Gaxinglarders were awaiting me. They cleaned and fixed me while I wept the loss of Derk. Now; here I am."

"Marwik, you may have already thought this option over, but if you were to...end, as would the Yoklies. And I've seen them. I visited last week. They were rampaging and raging and planning...planning a war." The Doctor placed one hand on the heart lightly and brushed the surface, caressing it.

"I realise that, Doctor. But although they have their faults, I still love them. Every one of them. With all my heart." Marwik smiled feebly. The Doctor nodded solemnly.

"This is not why you arrived here. You did not seek to speak with me, you were surprised at my presence. What is it, Doctor? What is the matter?"

"Well...are you head of a channel that runs by the name of BBC?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes, of course. It stands for 'Belerpito Baqui Coutiroo'. Which means 'Beating Because of Courage'. I named it, thinking of Derk."

"Well, there is a TV show on that channel that I have an issue with."

"Oh? And what is it?"

"Doctor Who."

"Ahh, yes. I thought that might be it."

"Please...remove the cameras. Cut the show. I can't live like that."

"What is the matter? You are famous!"

"I have no privacy. No secrets. I have nothing now. That show is taking away everything. There are hundreds of aliens on this planet disguised as humans, threatening the world's existence. How am I supposed to stop them if they have a solution to each of my plans and tools and skills?"

"I suppose, when you put it that way..."

"Please, Marwik, look into your heart of hearts. End the show. Erase it from the world. Erase all traces of it."

"Can you help me in return?"

"Anything."

"I wish to return safely to my planet. I weaken without it. I need the people to remember me, and accept me."

Before I could help it, a giggle escaped my lips. The Doctor turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry. It's just...one of you want people to forget, and one of you want people to remember. And you both need the other to help do it!"

Marwik chuckled.

"So. Is it a deal? Will you do it?" The great, stone heart asked.

"And your side in return? You promise to do it?"

"I promise."