A/N: We'll start out with 1 challenge per story, working our way up to 10. Then we'll head back down. Get it? No? Sucks.

CHALLENGE: A character will read someone's diary. During the story, a character discovers someone has been pretending to be them. The story is set on a beach. The story takes place a century in the past. During the story, a mysterious package arrives.

The Doctor headed back to the TARDIS, rolling a candy cane in his teeth. Ah, Christmas. Turning the corner and waving at one of the little girls he'd befriended while he was there, he glanced over to his beautiful blue box. She was so old, so much older than he, and he used to never let it show. He'd always have made sure her battle scars were covered, that her paint was fresh and brilliant azure, but not anymore. He'd changed, of course. Especially since losing the Ponds. Her paint was chipping now, the bottom of her dirty and even blackened (from that time someone shot fire at him before realizing he wasn't their enemy). The Doctor, however, made sure that he continued hiding his own scars. After all, who needed to see those? He was the Doctor, always fine, always excited, always kind. No, he could never show his pain, his guilt, his fury. It would scare them. All of them.

Sighing, the Doctor stepped up to his lovely TARDIS, the Chameleon Circuit stuck on a police box. Ah, well. No one seemed to mind, anyway. He pushed open the PULL-TO-OPEN door, then heard a thump at his feet. He glanced down. A box. A wooden box. What was a box doing at his door? The Doctor looked around, confused, but no one was in the alley. The little girl had pranced away, leaving him alone with his TARDIS and the box. It wasn't a very large box, definitely not large enough for a duck (thank God, he didn't want something like that to happen again). Shrugging, he lifted it and kicked the door closed, collapsing onto the pilot bench she'd given him in her most recent regeneration. The box was in his lap now, and he shoved his fingers in a crack between the boards and pried it open. Inside was something wrapped up in a black velvet cloth. Unfolding that revealed a thin white book with only about ten pages in it. No, he didn't think he'd read it quite yet. Maybe he'd go on a quick trip beforehand. Tossing himself off the bench and throwing a lever, he navigated through the usual time-and-space stuff until he'd landed at the place where most of his nostalgia took place: Bad Wolf Bay. Why not, right?

Snatching the book and the cloth, he patted the console lovingly and exited the TARDIS onto the beach. For once it was slightly warm, but the frigid spray emerging from the angry waves as they slammed themselves against the shore and the rocks rivaled the warmth by too much. He recalled standing here and saying his goodbye to Rose. It was a sad day.

They all were.

Footsteps were made as the Doctor walked down the beach to his usual remembering spot, a little pile of rocks. He climbed up and sat, crossing his ankles and flipping open the book. Inside the front cover in Earth-cursive read the name Carson Taylor. How strange. From his experience, anyone named Carson had dreadful handwriting or couldn't write at all. Already slightly uneasy, he turned his attention to the first page.

11-11-1905.

Someone called me 'Doctor'. I don't understand. I was just running, running from those damn idiots who keep calling me a faggot and queer and who cares if I am? But still. I was running, and my feet really hurt. I didn't know what to do, so I went and hid in an alley. Some blonde girl looked over at me. She was holding some kind of gun. I wanted to run away but couldn't. I saw the inside of her collar. It had the name 'Rose' on it. I didn't know if that was her name, but I didn't want to die. So I said, "Rose, don't!"

She gave me a really funny look. Then she lowered her gun thing. She asked me, "What are you doing?" So I told her I was running. It was the truth, right? But she gave a little sob and started tearing up, but she grinned.

"Doctor?" she had said. "Doctor, have you regenerated?" I didn't know what she meant. Hell, I don't know what 'regenerated' means! And what kind of guy went by the name Doctor? Doctor who? But I thought that if I said no she would shoot me, so I nodded. And she was really pretty and her voice was really nice and I wanted to be her friend. Maybe she could help me with those guys! She didn't, though, she just grabbed my hand and led me away, all happy and sad at the same time. The girl babbled about stuff I didn't understand, about going through time or something trying to find me. She kept stopping, looking at me to say, "I've missed you, Doctor."

At one point, I hugged her and said, "I've missed you too, Rose."

And then I started being the Doctor.

I'm sorry.

Please don't hate me.

I didn't mean to, I just wanted a friend.

This was the end of the first entry. The Doctor was still, staring at the ink words. A young boy's diary. A young boy who had met Rose. A young boy who was pretending to be a Time Lord.