Some people can go through their lives without a single care about what other's think of them. Some people can live without ever paying any attention to how their behavior impacts other people's lives. Some people can survive on their own.

I was not one of those people.

My whole life, I had a need to gain the approval of others. I yearned to impress people, to try and rise to their standards. I didn't want to be seen as an outcast, or as just some lonely know-it-all who could never make a friend.

As it turned out, I wasn't the only person who felt such a way. And maybe she didn't feel the need quite as much as I did, but I didn't care. I had found a friend.

I was alone no more.

It all started on a busy Saturday afternoon. I was rushing down the sidewalk, trying to hang on to all of my papers that were due the following Monday at my workplace. I had lost my bag only a few hours earlier, and had no other way to bring the reports to the café I was going to finish them at.

People shoved past me without so much as a word, and I held onto the papers as if they were my only lifeline. I managed to keep a hold of them until I was just outside of the entrance to the café, when someone slammed directly into me, knocking me down onto the concrete.

"Hey, watch it!" He yelled at me.

"S-sorry," I murmured. Just as I got off the ground, I noticed that my papers had escaped from my grasp, and were scattered all along the sidewalk. My eyes widened as I saw people walking over them, and I quickly ran to try and pick them up before any more damage could come to them.

"Here, let me help!" Another girl's voice cut through the bustling sounds of people rushing down the sidewalk, and in a flash a young woman was by my side and assisting me in picking up my remaining papers.

"Th-thank you," I stuttered out, still slightly shaken from the thought of losing my progress on them.

"No problem at all." It was then that I looked up at her. She had medium-length brown hair, and her almond shaped eyes crinkled at the edges as she smiled at me.

"Sorry about that guy. I don't know his name, but I've seen him do that to people before. He's a jerk to everyone." I smiled a bit at that. As we stood from our crouched positions, she handed me the papers she had gathered.

"If I had noticed what'd happened faster, I would have kept them from getting stepped on. Sorry about that." I shook my head.

"It's not your fault." Smiling a bit with embarrassment, I looked down at my shoes, my long brown hair falling into my face. "I was the one who let all of my papers fly away."

"Well he crashed into you, not the other way around. You're not the one to blame here." Peering back up to look at her, I smiled with relief from knowing that she didn't blame me for losing my papers. Shifting the reports into my other arm, I held out my hand to the woman.

"I'm Lilly Morgan. Nice to meet you." She shook my hand.

"Clara Oswald, nice to meet you too." Releasing her hand, I said to her:

"I really can't thank you enough for helping me get these together. They're all due on Monday at my workplace, and I-"

"Hey, move out of the way!" Someone yelled at us, and only then did we realize that we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Smiling sheepishly, we moved over to the edge of the pathway, but just as we did so, Clara noticed something behind me and pointed to it.

I turned around, and looked to what she was pointing at: The door to the café. I turned to look at her, and asked:

"Would it be okay if we continued this inside? It's kind of busy out here." She smiled.

"Of course. Lead the way, Lilly."

Little did we know, but the moment we walked through that door, we were opening a whole new chapter of our lives. A chapter full of empathy, then companionship. Soon the companionship would turn into friendship, a friendship so strong it would unite us when we would be worlds apart.

And it was all because of a few loose papers.

That same year, many months later, I was pacing back and forth in front of my door. Christmas lights were strung across the outside of the entrance, lighting the doorway with all of the colors of the rainbow. My pacing paused every time I heard a car drive past my house, hoping each time that it would be her. Hoping that it would be Clara, about to come in and celebrate Christmas with me.

After about ten minutes of non-stop pacing, I paused again, hearing a motorbike pass by, except this time it didn't actually pass by. It drove up the driveway, and stopped at the very end. I heard the engine die, and my heart swelled. She's here! I nearly jumped with joy, but had to calm myself down.

Calm down, Lilly. My god, you're acting like a twelve-year-old at a birthday party or something. As I slowly regained my composure, I heard a knock on the door, and nearly lost it again.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god she's here! I opened the door, barely able to hide my excitement.

"Clara!" I engulfed her in a hug, but quickly drew away when I realized how cold she was. "Never mind, get inside, you're like an icicle."

She walked through the doorway, and as soon as I closed it I took her coat for her and hung it on the coat rack. Clara hugged me again, and I hugged her back eagerly.

"I missed you!" She said into my shoulder. I smiled widely.

"You too! How have you been?" Pulling away, I looked at her. Clara smiled.

"I've been amazing-" She paused, then grimaced slightly. "Actually, at one point I got super sick and I felt like crap for a whole week, but other than that I've been awesome!" I nodded.

"Good to hear." We looked at each other for a moment in silence, neither one of us quite believing that we were finally together again.

"Uh- anyway, I got you a present!" I said, and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the living room. She smiled, but scoffed all the same.

"Lilly, I told you, you don't have to get me a present!" It was my turn to scoff.

"Yeah, I know what you said, I just didn't listen." She rolled her eyes as I pulled out a present from under the tree. I handed it to her and she held it to her ear, beginning to shake it. I arched an eyebrow.

"Well if I knew that you were going to abuse it the moment you got it, I wouldn't have gotten you a present." Clara smirked.

"Precisely." I clasped my hands together.

"Come on, just open it!" The excitement was in full blast now; I knew that she would love my gift. Clara rolled her eyes at my childish demeanor, but I knew she was being playful.

Ripping open the wrapping paper, she quickly reached the gift inside. All movement stopped when she read the title:

Summer Falls

by

Amelia Williams.

She remained silent for a moment, and my grin slipped from my face.

She doesn't like it, does she.

Trying to make amends for my possibly failed gift, I quickly started speaking.

"I-I just thought that it seemed like a book you would like, I guess I wasn't really thinking when-when I got it, and you can return it if you don't like it, but-" I never got to finish my sentence before she pulled me into a hug, the book still clutched in her hands.

"I take it that you like it, then?" I could practically hear the smile on her face as she said:

"Lilly, I love it! Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to read this book?" We pulled away from the hug, and my grin practically stretched from ear-to-ear. I couldn't form any words to show how happy I was that she liked it, so all I could do was stand there, grinning like an idiot.

Nothing made me happier than when I made Clara happy. When she was happy, so was I, so from then on, every Christmas, I made it my goal to make her as happy as possible.

It was the year after that Christmas when I received a text from Clara. You see, I received texts from her all the time, but this one was different. At the time, I didn't know, but the conversation that followed was what changed everything.

Clara: Lilly get off your laptop.

I frowned, wondering why she would want me to do that, but just as I was about to close it, she texted again.

Clara: Wait no, what network are you using?

I checked the name of the Wifi I was using before texting back.

I'm using my own network. Why?

Clara: No reason.

I rolled my eyes. Even when I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was lying.

Clara, what's going on?

There was a pause before she texted back, and even in the text I could see that she was a little hesitant to explain.

Clara: Look at the different network options. There's one that looks weird.

Raising an eyebrow, I checked the different options for Wifi. As I scrolled down the list, I came across one that looked strange.

┓┏ 凵 =╱⊿┌┬┐

What is that? My mouse only hovered over it for a second before my phone vibrated again. It was another text from Clara.

Clara: DON'T CLICK IT

Quickly, I moved my mouse away from where it had been resting, and texted Clara back.

Why not?

I waited a moment, and since no reply came, I texted again.

Clara, what happens if I click it?

Clara, tell me what's going on.

Clara, are you there?

Clara?

By that point I was beginning to freak out. Obviously texting wasn't an option anymore. Maybe, considering how freaked out she had seemed over the text, she had hurried off somewhere else, and accidentally left her phone behind.

But that didn't sound like Clara. If she knew that I had questions, and that I was starting to freak out, she wouldn't have left me without answers. She would have comforted me. So that means that it wasn't her choice to leave the phone behind. And that means that someone else was with her. Oh god.

I peered out my window. The house she was staying at was only a few streets away. I could drive, or I could walk. But considering how freaked out she was, maybe walking wasn't a good idea.

Closing my laptop, I tucked my phone in my pocket and ran to get my jacket from the coat rack. I slipped into my coat, and just as I was about to open the door, all of the lights went out. The lights from the neighbor's house went out too, a mere second after mine had.

Okay, that's really freaky. I threw the door open, and ran into my driveway. Glancing at the houses down the street, I saw that all of the lights had gone out there too. The only light I could see was from a couple streets away, directly where-

I stopped myself. It was too creepy and strange to be true.

The only light that could be seen was coming directly from the house where Clara was staying.

Okay, that can't be a coincidence. I ran over to my motorbike, and just as I was about to get on, the door to my neighbor's house opened. I barely glanced over at the person as I mounted the vehicle, but when I heard a machine-like whirring sound I looked up.

My eyes widened as I saw my neighbor's head turn in a full circle. The back of her head looked like someone had chopped off the back and hollowed out the inside, before replacing it with a computer. Maybe it was a computer, not my neighbor.

Deciding that I didn't want to wait and see what would happen next, I quickly revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway. I took off down the street, not even bothering to use my turn signal before whipping around each turn in the road. In less than a minute, thanks to my reckless driving and ridiculous speed, I was in the driveway of Clara's house.

A big blue police box was sitting at the edge of it as I pulled up, and as soon as I stopped my motorbike I jumped off, running up to Clara. Her eyes widened as she discovered the stressed state I was in. I hardly noticed the man who was looking curiously at me as I spoke rapidly to Clara.

"Okay first of all you can't just ignore my texts when I'm freaking out and second of all I think my neighbor has been replaced by a machine and I have no idea how that happened but at first she just gave me this blank look and stared at me for a moment before her head turned 360 degrees and it looked really weird and-"

"I'm assuming she acted something like that?" The man interrupted, and I followed his finger to look where he was pointing. Another person was standing across the street, staying perfectly still.

"Y-yes." I whipped around to face Clara again. "What are those things?" She shook her head.

"I have no idea but they're not good news, I can tell you that." She had lost my attention, since the lights in all of the neighbor's houses started to turn on. I followed the lights with my eyes, and slowly began to realize something:

The lights were surrounding us. Only a few streets away, my house was in shadow, completely covered in the cloak of darkness that nighttime naturally brings us, but here, it was entirely lit up, like a big spotlight.

"Clara, look around you." The man said, also looking at the houses lighting up.

"What's going on? What's happening? Is the Wifi switching on the lights?" I turned back to look at her. How could Wifi even do that? Is that why she was so insistent on not clicking on the weird, alien-looking network? However, I shook the thoughts out of my head, and tried to answer her question.

"You know how I only live a couple streets from here?" I asked her. Clara nodded, not really understanding how it related to the problem at hand.

"Just before I left, all of the lights on the street went out. It's complete darkness over there; I could hardly see. But here, it's all lit up like a spotlight." I paused for a moment, before saying out loud what had just gone through my head, not especially caring about how crazy it sounded. "It's like someone's placed a big target right here."

The man across the street began to make a whirring noise, and I whipped around to look at him. His head turned 360 degrees, revealing a machine looking exactly like the one that had replaced my neighbor.

"What is that thing?" I asked. The man responded.

"A walking base station. You each saw one earlier." I turned to Clara. She had seen one too? She gave me a quick look that said I'll explain later, before saying to the man:

"I saw a little girl."

"It must have taken an image from your subconscious, thrown it back at you. Ah!" He hit himself on the head. "Active camouflage!" He paused, then looked around.

"They could be everywhere." He peered suspiciously at me for a moment, so I gave him a glare before doing a little spin to show that I wasn't a machine.

A mechanical whirring sound seemed to come from all around us, and I backed up slightly so I could stand next to Clara.

"Doctor? Doctor!" The man – Doctor, apparently – rushed to her side. Clara turned around, and Doctor and I followed her lead. My eyes widened as I noticed that all of the lights in the city were going out.

I clasped my hands together; a nervous habit.

"Okay, so, obviously not just a little power outage. Something- or someone, I guess – is turning out all of the lights except for the ones around us." I murmured, before listening for a moment.

"Wait, Doctor, so what exactly is going-" I pressed a hand to Clara's mouth, and she glared at me.

"Shh." If I concentrated, I could hear a faint roaring sound – the sound of a plane's engine.

"So all of this is apparently connected to the weird wifi thing, right?" Doctor nodded.

"Yes, well-"

"And some planes have wifi." The roaring sound became louder as we all cast a glance to each other.

"So, that means that what I said earlier is apparently very accurate – someone's put a big target right here, since this is the only area that's lit up."

Doctor took one last look at the plane that was approaching us at alarming speeds, before declaring:

"Into the box, now!" He grabbed Clara's hand, causing her to grab mine, and he raced into the police box, dragging us along with him.

"Why're you-" I didn't get to finish my sentence as I entered the police box, subconsciously shutting the door behind me.

"Woah."

"Yes, it's a spaceship. Yes, it's bigger on the inside. No, I don't have time to talk about it!" I barely heard him speak as I gazed around the interior of the ship.

It's beautiful! A small hum echoed inside my mind. Hold on- is it - are you alive? Another hum. A laugh escaped my lips, and I whipped around to see Clara gazing with shock at the inside of the ship.

"But- but- but it's-"

"Shut up, short hops are difficult!" I furrowed my eyebrows. Grabbing onto a railing as the ship started to shake.

"What do you mean 'short hops?' Does it- sorry, she or I guess he – move?" Doctor gave me a strange look, so I quickly backtracked, assuming that the reason for the look was because it was a stupid question, and I replaced the she/he in the question with 'they,' since I didn't know what gender the ship was, if they had a gender at all.

"Well, I mean clearly they can, because if not that would be silly, but I mean-"

"No time!" He interrupted. Clara still seemed to be in shock.

"Bigger on the inside, actually bigger!" There was a sudden shake, and I nearly fell over, if not for the railing behind me.

Doctor began to head for the doors.

"Right, come on!" Clara and I dashed after the madman, Clara exclaiming:

"Wait, we're going to go back out there?" Doctor smiled and ran up to us.

"We've moved. It's a spaceship. We flew away." A smile spread across my face at that.

You are so cool, I mentally praised the ship. Doctor snapped me out of my thoughts when he grabbed Clara and I's hands.

"Away from the plane?" He smiled a little sheepishly as we hurried to the door.

"Not exactly." And with that, he threw open the door, rushing out with both Clara and I in tow. Clara let out a gasp as she exited the ship, and I nearly crashed into her when she turned back around to face the spaceship.

"How did we get here?" Doctor turned around only for a moment to say:

"It's a ship, I told you! It's all very stretchy!" I pushed past Clara, hanging on to the seats lining the isle of the plane as it rocked back and forth.

"Is this the plane? The actual plane? Are they all dead?" Doctor nearly fell over, and I barely managed to catch him and keep him upright as he answered Clara's onslaught of questions.

"Asleep! Switched off by the Wifi! Never mind them!"

"So the pilots are too, then, right? We have to wake them up!" I yelled over to noise of the plane.

"That's what I'm planning on!" Doctor yelled as we reached the entrance to the cockpit.

"So we'll turn off the Wifi to wake 'em up?"

"Precisely!" He yelled back. He pulled out a weird metal device, but I couldn't get a good look at it because of the turbulence the plane was facing.

"What's that thing do, Doctor?"

"It's called my sonic screwdriver, and it does a lot of things. It can hack stuff, unlock doors, lock doors, and tons of other stuff."

Just as he finished saying that, he unlocked the door to the cockpit, and all three of us stumbled in.

"What's going on? Is this real? Please tell me what is happening!" Clara started to scream the last part and I put a hand on her shoulder to try to keep her calm.

"I'm the Doctor, I'm an alien from outer space, I'm a thousand years old, I've got two hearts and I can't fly a plane! Can you?" He turned to face Clara and me, hoping desperately for an affirmative answer. I shook my head, while Clara responded with "No!"

"Oh, fine. Well, let's do this together!" And with that, he grabbed onto what looked to be the steering wheel of the plane, and pulled desperately on the handles. As Clara and the Doctor both began to scream, I pulled the sonic screwdriver from the Doctor, and quickly searched for a button to activate it.

"You said it hacks things, right?" I yelled over their screams.

"Yes!" He yelled back.

"Then why don't we just do this?!" Praying desperately for it to work, I pressed the button and pointed it at the controls.

The plane instantly evened out, avoiding collision with the buildings and keeping all of us from dying. I let out a sigh of relief, before pressing the button one last time to try and turn off the Wifi.

I heard a small 'click' and assumed that a little lever or button or whatever that was used to keep the Wifi going was switched off, and I let out one last a sigh of relief as the pilots slowly started waking up.

The Doctor and Clara were staring at me as I handed the sonic screwdriver back to the Doctor, and I gave him a big smile, ignoring their stares.

"Thank god that worked!" An intake of breath from behind me caused me to turn around. One of the pilots was awake, and he gave all of us a glare before saying:

"What the hell's going on?"

"Well, she-" The Doctor pointed at me, "- just blocked your Wifi, so you're waking up for a start. Tell you what," he patted the pilot. "- do you want to drive?"

With that, he climbed out of the cockpit, and I quickly followed after giving the pilot a sheepish smile. I grabbed Clara's hand to snap her out of her shock, and pulled her with me to the back of the plane.

Well this is not at all what I thought would happen tonight. And with that thought, I ran back into the spaceship, my best friend in tow.

Although, I have to say, there's no way I'm complaining.

Hello there, I hope you all liked the chapter. I'm not 100% sure where I'm going with this story, so the first couple of chapters may seem a little strange. I didn't mean for this chapter to be so long, so please don't expect the next chapter to be just as long as this one.

Also, I don't know when I'll update next. Since I'm still pretty inspired to continue with this story, it'll likely be rather soon ('rather soon' meaning within the course of a week, most likely earlier in the week rather than later).

I'll try my best to keep the characters as realistic as possible, and I'll attempt to maintain their actual personalities, but since I'm pretty much still a beginning writer I can't guarantee that they'll always be completely the same as their characters in the show.

And last but not least (and I sincerely apologize for the ridiculously-long Author's Note), I would like to point out two things:

1: I know that for the majority of the chapter, Lilly calls the Doctor just 'Doctor,' and it says things like 'Doctor does this' instead of 'THE Doctor does this,' but that's because the first time she hears his name is when Clara calls him 'Doctor' instead of 'The Doctor.'

2: Please excuse any spelling/grammatical mistakes. Often I'm so excited to publish I forget to look over the chapter for errors.

Anyway, thank you for reading this, and if you'd like too, please leave a review. It's always nice to hear what you guys think about the story so far.