I don't know what caused me to write this, but some good ideas are random. Please enjoy, and I would love some constructive criticism if you can give me any.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ ABOUT! The Immortals was written by the lovely Tamora Pierce, and the Doctor Who characters are from Russell T. Davis.

Also, this has the 10th Doctor.

Daine watched as Numair paced back and forth restlessly in his room. The Badger had come recently, with his fur all puffed up and his teeth bared. He only stayed for a slight moment to relieve his distress, before vanishing off again to who knows where.

"I just don't understand." Numair growled, his pacing only becoming faster with each pass. "Why couldn't he be more specific? What does it mean?"

"It's okay if you don't get it Numair." Daine reassured him, after letting her good posture slide a little in her chair. "He was vague, but maybe, he'll come back with more details later."

"But… Daine, you don't understand."

"I know you are a proud man, and would like to get this without much help."

"Yes, but…" He paused, realizing that she had summed up his reason to perfection. "It was just… I…" He shook his head, trying to get back on track. "Remind me once again what he said."

Daine sighed, "He said 'it was coming'. He left after that. No other words. No sounds. No hints. He left."

"But he didn't explain it. I would like to know what it_"

He was cut off by Daine. Tired of hearing him struggle with translation, she got out of her seat and kissed him fully. That outta shut him up. She thought to herself.

"Is." Numair said once he could breathe again. He looked like he was going to kiss her again, but he shook his head and pushed her away. "I can't, Daine. Not when we don't understand everything."

She was about ready to slap him, but something held her back. It was a noise, one that she had never heard before. It was pulsing, and there was an in and out whooshing effect to it. The sound was out of place in the air filled with bird tweets, and the howling of wolves from the pack that lived in the area.

The lovers ran toward one of the open windows in Numair's tower. Outside, was something that Daine just couldn't understand. It didn't look right sitting in the middle of the forest.

It was a bright-blue box.

Doctor Who Theme: (Just imagine it in your head) Dum da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum da da da dum

Woo-oooooo Wooooooooo Woo-oooo, Woo-ooooo woo-oo-oo ooo

Woo-oooooo Wooooooooo Woo-oooo, Woo-ooooo woo-oooooo

Woo-oooooo Wooooooooo woo-oooo, woo-oo-ooo, oooo

Dooo, dooo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo doo doo doo, doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Wooooooooooooooooo!

The Doctor stepped out of his box, adjusting his trench coat as he stepped into the forested environment. Rose Tyler came from behind him, her long blonde hair flying in the breeze. She shut the door to the TARDIS once she was fully out.

"Where are we?" She asked looking around at all the abundant foliage.

The Doctor walked around the place with his hands in his pockets. "I don't know. I set the TARDIS to take us back to medieval times, but this isn't it. This is different."

He stopped once he felt something tug on his coat. On his tail end, was a gray furred wolf, digging his fangs firmly into the fabric.

"Well, hello there." He reached down to pet it, but the wolf backed away.

"Don't you dare hurt him!" A female voice yelled from behind him. "You don't want to get me on your bad side."

The Doctor turned. The speaker was a girl, not much more than seventeen years old. She had long, curly brown hair, and was built both daintily and strong. The light in her eyes was different, and there was something about her that confused the Doctor.

Also confusing was the man that stood next to her. He was very tall, with jet black hair. He looked at the Doctor and Rose slightly confused, but very interested. This man also had something in him that was different.

The Doctor raised his hands, "We're not here for trouble. We're just lost. Mind tellin' us where we are."

"You're in Tortall." The girl told him shortly.

"Tortall?" The Doctor walked back to Rose. "Where have I heard that before?"

Rose shrugged, "I don't know. I do know that it doesn't exist."

The Doctor snapped his fingers, "Oh, but it does." Rose looked at him with an unsure expression. "Tamora Pierce. She wrote about this land. She made it in her head and then on paper."

"What do you mean?" The man asked, staring him down. "Who is this Pierce?"

The Doctor stalked up to him, "She is your creator. You are just her characters. You're not supposed to be real."