A/N: Hi guys. I've had this idea floating 'round my head for a while now, so I figured I'd write it down. This is my first WhoFic, so please don't be to harsh and let me know whether or not you think I should continue it. I can't garuntee how long it will take me to update, or if these chapters will even be the same length every time, because honestly, 5,000+ words for me is pretty rare, and I've been writing this chapter for about three weeks. Also, the characters might change as the story goes on, I'm not sure.

Summary: Emma Bates is an average run-of-the-mill 15 year old girl until the Doctor appears in her life and whisks her away in his TARDIS for some adventures. But something's a bit off with Emma, ignoring the fact that she knows pretty much his whole life story. How will she cope helping to save the universe, without changing the terrible facts that need to stay as they are?

0oooOOooo0

"Emma!" A voice cried. Fluttering her eyelids, she managed to glimpse the very blurry face of a man with spikey brown hair, surrounded by pulsing gold light, and her eyes flittered closed again, "Stay with me Em, come on sweetheart, just stay awake."

The gold light was slowly filtering through her closed eyelids. She just wanted it to stop, to embrace the darkness and stop the pain filling her head.

"Emma!" The voice was calling again, but she ignored it, doing her best to close her eyes even further to block out the brilliant gold light.

Emma. That wasn't her name… was it? No, that didn't sound right. What was her name…? She focused on the information flowing through her mind, contained within the glowing gold tendrils swirling through the oddly large expanse of her head. Finding another thread with a name that held the same familiarity as her own. But, when she listened to the name in her head, yet again, it didn't sound like her own. Melody… no, that wasn't it. So she kept searching until she came across another one with the same feel as before. But once again, it still didn't feel quite right. River – a name she knew quite well, but she couldn't recall how, or why. Comparing all three names, they all held the same feeling, like they were her own, and yet not.

"Emma, listen to me. You need to keep talking, tell me what's going on love, tell me what you see." The voice was now calm and soothing, and this time, she listened, the words spilling out of her mouth, in a language she still wasn't quite sure was English.

"End… end of time…. Gallifrey… for Gallifrey, for victory, and for the end of time itself!"

I shot up in bed, my frizzy brown hair falling across my face, breathing hard.

"Emma?"

My head shot up at the name I was now certain was my own. Where I had gotten those other names from I didn't know.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" My mother was sitting on the side of my bed wrapped in an old white dressing gown, "You were shouting."

I brushed my hair out of my face, "I didn't wake Dad up, did I?" I asked quietly.

Mum shook her head, "No, he's still not home." She tightened the rope on her dressing gown self-consciously, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I'm not sure." I confessed, "I mean, I would say it was a nightmare, only it didn't feel like one. It felt like a memory – a warning almost. Only," I paused and bit my lip, "I can't remember ever feeling like that."

Mum gave me a tired smile, "Go back to sleep." She leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, "I'll see you in the morning love."

Lying back down I pulled the quilt further up over my body, fisting the sheet in the hand. I may have not known where the dream had come from, but I was almost certain that sleep would not come easy for me that night.

That was almost four years ago. And I was right – it was a warning.

I should have listened.

0oooOOooo0

If someone had asked me how I thought my first encounter with the Doctor would be, I would never have thought it would have started in such a familiar way.

The day started out perfectly normal. It was the first weekend of the summer holidays, and our friendship group were getting together at the local library to try and get some of our homework for those holidays done. We all crowded around one of the big wooden tables, spreading textbooks and worksheets over every available surface. As I reached into my bag to pull out a textbook, a conversation from the other side of the table drifted over.

"I still don't see what you find so hard about understanding the concept of Einstein-Rosen Bridges! They're just a hypothetical topological feature of spacetime that would be, fundamentally, a "shortcut" through spacetime! Look, consider spacetime visualized as a two-dimensional surface. If this surface is folded-" Looking up, I could see Courtney was the one speaking. Although, honestly I should have known it was her. We were the only two who understood the physics of a wormhole.

"Ok, Courtney, hon," Kat cut in, brushing her shoulder length brown hair out of her eyes, "we get it. You're an astronomy nut. But face it – no one cares. You and Emma are the only people here who give two shits about how a star is born. You don't have to rub it in our faces that you understand the Wikipedia page without having to Google every term they use. And for the last time – they're called wormholes!"

"Oh my god Kat! Just because the common term is wormhole doesn't mean that I can't call them by their original name." Courtney shot back, flicking a lock of her curly dark blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Oh come on, how could you possibly know that that was its original name!"

The argument went on, but faded in to the back of my awareness, as my mind drifted back to last night's dream. My arms were on auto-pilot as they pulled out the four thick textbooks (general science, astronomy, physics and ancient world religions), two books from the particular library we were sitting in (one on temporal physics, the other a book called Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief), three books from the little community library near my home (a Stephen Hawking book on Time, Greek mythology and Roman mythology – I was comparing the two), my deep blue binder with all my notebooks and worksheets in it, pencil case, and finally Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Just as I was pulling the final book out of my bag, I felt a nudge on my shoulder, and looked sideways to find Sarah looking at me concerned, "You right Em? You're kinda staring out into space."

I shook my head, "I'm fine Sar, just tired."

"And I get the feeling it wasn't from reading." She replied, surveying the piles of books around me, before looking back, "Another nightmare?"

I bit my lip, "More like two."

Sarah leant forward, "Do tell."

Sarah was the only one of my friends who understood my apprehension towards these dreams. The only one of my friends who really believed me when I talked about them, leading me to only talk about them with her. Then again, when your dreams begin to copy episodes from a TV show, people tend to think you're either making it up, or just dreaming about the show. And when the show is as crazy and nonsensical as Doctor Who, its more than likely they're not going to believe you.

I bit my lip, "This one started off like today – all of us at the library studying. Then walking back to the train station, my bag split and we all stopped to pick up the books."

"Well you do have quite a few books." Sarah reasoned, opening one of the textbooks and pulling out a worksheet, acting like she was working so no one would ask what we were talking about. I did the same.

"That's when things got weird though. The rest of that part of the dream consisted of things from the first episode of the revival – you know, "Rose". Thing was, we didn't find anything at the London Eye, not a thing. But, as we were walking away, I think I must have heard something, cause I turned back to face the Eye. But then the dream faded out." I flipped open the book on temporal physics, my fingers automatically turned the pages to the section regarding time and interdimensional travel.

Sarah pulled out a pen and wrote down a sentence on the History worksheet she was doing, before looking back up at me, "You said there were two parts to this dream. I get the feeling that that wasn't the only thing you saw last night."

"No. It wasn't." I confessed, "But the second part was what kept me up last night, it was so… well, that's the thing, it wasn't like my ordinary dreams – nothing like it at all." Closing the book, I leaned back in my chair.

"I was in some sort of hospital, but not for any injuries of my own, at least, I don't think so. I was kneeling by a bed, holding someone's hand – I don't know who, I couldn't see their face, but I know it was a guy. I was crying – like desperate, melancholy I-love-this-man-and-he's-about-to-die crying."

"So you think you were in love with this guy? And he was dying or he already was- "

"Don't say it." I cut in, blinking furiously, "Please don't. I don't know who he was, or why I was there, but it hurts just thinking about it." I opened my pencil case and pulled out a pen and began writing taking down notes for my physics project, "Lets just get on with our work, kay?"

Sarah nodded and turned back to her work. I could tell she wanted to say more, but she could tell that it hurt. Quite a bit. But it wasn't just the hurt and sadness; it was the fact that it scared me. Something wasn't normal about the dream – either of them. And it scared me.

How much I didn't want to admit.

0oooOOooo0

Three hours and two completed assignments later, we left the library, arms laden with books on a range of topics. We navigated through the crowds of people, making our way towards the bus station.

We were about five minutes away when it happened.

We had passed one of those massive bridal stores, the ones with about fifty manikins out the front parading fifty different dresses, all of them white and frilly with sequins and gems sewn into the bodice's and skirts, when my bag split, books flying out all over the pavement. Swearing quietly under my breath, I bent down to pile them up into my arms, when I remembered something. My head snapped up as everyone else began kneeling down to help pick up the fallen objects, and I met Sarah's worried eyes.

Then all hell broke loose.

The windows just behind us smashed as the manikins behind them came to life, ramming their plastic hands into the glass. Across the road and all along the street, people were running in terror from the plastic dummies, some whose hands had flipped open to reveal a small laser with enough power to kill a person – a feat which had already been demonstrated by several of the dummies.

"Guys forget the books!" Kat cried, pulling up Emily and Lauren by their arms. Meeting my gaze, I knew she recognised the scene too.

"We have to get to the London Eye."

0oooOOooo0

The number of people surrounding the Eye was surprisingly small compared to how busy I'd seen it previously, but we paid no attention to the crowds or the lines, just focused on finding a drain hatch, or maintenance door, or something. Something that would lead us to where we thought we'd find the Nestene Consciousness. If there even was one.

We found nothing though – not a single opening to any sort of room or holding place. It was kinda disappointing.

"We should head home." Ava said sighing, "I don't think we're going to find anything – if there ever was anything to be found."

"Someone probably got there first." Emily added sadly, "Who do you think stopped it? 'Cause I don't think there is a Doctor in this universe, which means-"

"No Torchwood to save our arses." Lauren cut in, "UNIT maybe?"

Sarah glanced at me quickly before shrugging, "I dunno, I guess we never will. But Ava's right. Its time to go home."

As a group, we all turned, and began walking back towards the nearby train station. I felt slightly scared by what had just happened – because it had been exactly like my dream – which I thought was exactly that. A dream.

Then something flashed before my eyes, clear as day, that one foggy memory of why I had turned around in the dream. I remembered.

Quick as a flash, I turned around and began running back towards the Eye. I didn't know if my friends knew I had turned around, but they would be the only people worried about me. It had been nearly six months since my mum had died in that accident, and even before she died I hardly saw my father. In fact, Dad wasn't home, and wasn't going to be all holidays - he had some sort of business trip to Australia for the entire three weeks, deciding that, at 15, I was old enough to look after myself. Not that I minded, my Dad didn't care about me. He hadn't for a long time.

Running to the edge of the water, I leant over the edge to spot the man hole near the water's edge, and I pumped a fist in the air. Yes!

Opening the hatch, I heard voices inside, but not the ones I expected – well, one of them wasn't.

"Doctor!" The first voice yelled – the one I expected. It was a girls voice, young and scared, "Doctor they've got the anti-plastic!"

The voice that replied didn't have a Northern accent and wasn't brittle and harsh, "That's not the only thing they've got Rose! In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda about to be thrown into the Conciousness! Again! So if you want to do your swinging-like-Tarzan-on-a-metal-chain thing to save me – now would be nice!"

"Rude!" 'Rose' replied.

Rose. Ok. Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor. Breathe Emma.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to, but there isn't one near me, and the stairs are blocked!"

Suddenly I found my body moving on autopilot. Pulling open the hatch all the way I climbed down and ran forward, until I reached the metal balcony overlooking the scene. The Doctor in all his brown pinstriped suited glory was being forced by a pair of plastic manikins closer and closer to the edge of the metal floor, the anti-plastic being held in the stiff hands of another plastic dummy. Grabbing the cold metal chain nearby I steeled my courage and, not worrying about the fact that I'd never done this without a harness and net to land on, I ran forward and swung off the landing.

It was over in less than ten seconds. I swung through the air, my feet missing their original target of the dummies hand, and instead the plastic head of the manikin with the anti-plastic, knocking it off the edge of the platform and into the Nestene Consciousness. Two seconds later I dropped painfully from the chain, landing near the staircase Rose had just ran down, my hands red from gripping the chain so tightly, my ankle beginning to throb.

Downstairs, Rose was pulling the Doctor away from the edge and then proceeded to pull him in for a hug, sighing into his suit jacket. He wound his arms around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The scene looked too sweet to try and interrupt.

I went to walk away, but almost collapsed from the pain in my ankle, which in retrospect I had landed wrongly on. A cry of pain escaped my lips and I grasped the railing to keep myself from falling to the floor. If I was right, which I couldn't tell due to the knee-high brown leather boots, I'd sprained my ankle at the least.

"Hello?" A voice came from behind me – Rose's. I turned my head slightly, my curly hair falling down in front of my eyes to see Rose at the top of the stairs watching me cautiously, "Are you alright?" I opened my mouth to answer, but had unconsciously twisted slightly and all that came out was a small whimper. She was at my side in an instant, gently lifting my hand off my swollen ankle, "Doctor?" She called to the man who was still standing below, "If I remember correctly, this place is going to blow in a minute. Can you help me get her to the Infirmary?"

"You're Rose." I said in disbelief.

Rose looked at me oddly, "Yeah, that's my name. Rose." She must have thought I heard the Doctor calling her that.

"Rose Tyler. And he's the Doctor. You're Rose and the Doctor. And that's the TARDIS. That's the-"

I was cut off by the Doctor swiftly climbing the stairs and standing in front of me, "How do you know Rose's name. She didn't say it, neither did I. Or the TARDIS for that matter." Suddenly he grabbed me upper arm and lifted me up so I was standing, his face inches from mine, wearing the look I could only describe as 'The Oncoming Storm', "Who are you?" He hissed, ignoring Rose's cry of "Doctor!"

Suddenly I felt very calm. I lifted my chin to meet his gaze, ignoring the pain in my ankle and spoke, doing my best to keep my voice from shaking, "I'm a fifteen year old girl who just saved your life, with a twisted ankle. Yes, I know who you both are, and all about your stolen Type 40 TARDIS that's nearly as old as you are – but being a Lord the gentlemanly thing to do would be to help the injured lady, then question her on her knowledge inside the safety of your ship. Or perhaps you just don't have the time." I spat, holding his gaze.

I guess my speech must have shocked him, because his grip on my arm loosened enough for me to pull my arm away and begin limping painfully towards the blue box. Rose came up beside me and slung my arm around her shoulder. The Doctor brushed past to unlock the TARDIS door and hold it open, ushering us inside. He then began rushing around the console, navigating us out of the exploding building.

Once far away, Rose led me down the maze of corridors to the infirmary. Once in the infirmary, I lowered myself into a chair by a table of… medical stuff, while the Doctor grabbed what I suspected was some 51st Century device for feet. Carefully he pulled the leather boot off my foot and I winced as pain shot through my ankle. He placed the boot next to my bag which Rose had placed on the floor beside the chair, and until now I hadn't bothered to pay any attention to it.

The black and red messenger bag, which last I checked only had a few small items that were held safely in the pockets and had a massive rip down the middle, now had no tear to be seen and was once again overflowing with books, which, up until now, I thought were lying in the middle of the pavement out the front of a bridal store.

"Doctor," I started, but he shushed me and gently slid my foot into the machine, "Doctor," I began again, this time not waiting for him to try and shush me again, "my bag was empty last I checked, with a rather large tear down the middle. All those books, they were on the sidewalk outside a bridal shop. How did they get here?"

Pressing a green button on the side, the Doctor stood up and folded his arms, "You're the one who supposedly knows everything about me. You tell me."

I bit my lip and glanced back down at the bag, "Um, the TARDIS? She's a sentient being right? So she can pretty much do anything without being piloted."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "Who are you? How did you know how to stop the Consciousness?"

I sighed, "I don't quite know how to tell you."

Rose placed a hand on my arm, "Try."

"My name is Emma Bates, I'm 15 years old. My parents' names are Kimberly and Benjamin Bates. Um, my best subject is science – specialising in physics and astronomy mostly, but I pretty much get top marks in all my subjects. Uh-"

"Can you tell us how you know us?" Rose cut in gently, "Because as far as I can tell, there's no Torchwood here, and no Time Lords, which means there's no Time War – or us."

"Oh that's easy." I replied, "Doctor Who."

"Doctor- what?" The Doctor asked incredulously.

"Sounds like a title – a book or a-"

"TV series, yeah." I confirmed, "Being going for almost fifty years now."

The Doctor crossed his arms, "I'm still not convinced."

"Well I would ask you to take me home so I could prove it, but you're not going to trust me enough to go somewhere I want to go. And for me to prove it, you need to trust me enough to take me home. I swear though Doctor," I leaned forward, my hands folded in my lap, "I'm only a 15 year old girl, and I swear I'm human, you can scan me if you want. I'm not capable of killing anyone."

"Seriously Doctor," Rose said, hands on hips, "since when did you get so inconsiderate? Emma just saved our lives, and you're interrogating her like she's some sort of criminal!" Her head flicked towards me and she asked quickly, "You aren't, are you?"

I shook my head, and folded my hands in my lap uncomfortably. This was not how I had imagined my meeting the Doctor to go. Not in the slightest.

Giving up, the Doctor sighed and threw his hands in the air in defeat, "Fine!" He walked over to the door before turning back to Rose and me, "Address?"

"21 Baker Street." I replied, and he was out the door in a flash, but not fast enough so that I didn't catch the look of uneasiness on his face – and neither did Rose.

She bit her lip before turning to me, "I'll be right back." She followed the Doctor out the door.

0oooOOooo0

"Doctor!" Rose called, walking down the corridor, following the skinny, spiky-haired man towards the Control room, grabbing his arm to pull him around to face her, "What's going on? You've never been this… uneasy."

"Uneasy?" The Doctor replied incredulously, "Rose, theres a girl in there who knows everything about us! She knows our names, that we're not from this universe – heck, she even knows I'm a Time Lord! Then theres the whole thing about knowing us from a TV show, not to mention she pretty much gave me Sherlock Holmes's address and-"

"Doctor, I'm pretty certain Sherlock Holmes lived in 221B Baker Street, not 21 Baker Street. And, considering the circumstances, being a parallel universe and all, the only parallel us could easily be characters in a TV show. And so what if she lives down the road from Sherlock Holmes? Its not like she's a criminal or anything, she's only 15."

"That's my point! She's a fifteen year old girl who knows everything about us. Doesn't that worry you Rose? That she may not be what she says she is?"

Rose folded her arms and sighed, "Doctor, you're forgetting I was once a 15 year old girl. Granted, my best subjects were Physical Education and Drama, but I know how they act. Besides, the scans said she was human right?"

"Yes but-"

"And the sonic screwdriver said she was human."

"Well, yes but-"

"And since when did we not trust the screwdriver?" Rose reasoned, raising an eyebrow.

The Doctor sighed, "Fine! But if we end up running for our lives from some prison cell somewhere – its your fault."

0oooOOooo0

Ten minutes later, I was leading the Doctor and Rose through the door to my bedroom, trying not to feel embarrassed at the amount of nerdiness expressed in the objects around it. The room itself wasn't massive, but it wasn't small either. It had light blue walls and a wide floor length window that stretched across half the wall on the opposite side. The three separate bookshelves surrounding room were full of books that were either sci-fi or fantasy, or books some would call textbooks on topics much like the books I had been carrying around all day, with the shelves on the large wooden desk beside the window overflowing with even more books. Then if that wasn't embarrassing enough, every available space on my walls were covered from floor to ceiling with pictures and posters from a range of different things – Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, temporal physics notes, that kind of stuff.

Ignoring the obvious signs of what normal people would call crazy, I walked over to my desk and pulled a tablet out from the drawer and pressed a button on the wall, causing a thick white screen to roll down over the window, the lights to dim, and a light to flicker to life on the mini projector on the top shelf of one of the bookshelves opposite.

"Ok." I turned back to the two; one was staring around at the different posters surrounding the walls, the other seemed very interested projector lowering itself over my window, "Where are you two in your timeline?" I asked them, tapping a few buttons on the tablet screen.

"Does it matter?" Rose asked, moving to look over my shoulder at the screen.

"Well kinda," I shrugged, "spoilers and all. So where are we up to? You're obviously passed the Sycorax on Christmas Day, so that crosses out Series One and the 2005 Christmas Special. And from your knowledge on parallel universe, we're past Sarah-Jane, Mickey and the Cybermen. But apart from that, I can't tell. I would try to confirm with planet names and such, but one wrong word and I could change something major by accident."

The Doctor nodded and picked up the old snow globe I got when I was five and started tossing it up and down in the air, "Black hole."

I could tell he was trying to be cryptic, watching my every move to see if I would slip up and reveal that I wasn't human, but those two words were all I needed to confirm their timeline, "Krop Tor. Got it."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rose smirking at the Doctors slight look of disbelief that he was trying to hide as I calmly began to tap a few more buttons on the tablet, and then transferred them to the projector, "I've put in the commands to leave out any pictures from after The Satan Pit so I don't spoil anything for you guys."

Pictures began to appear on the screen, a slideshow of the pairs life; New Earth, Sarah-Jane, Cardiff 1869, Satellite Five the first time, Cybermen, Queen Victoria and the werewolf and the words BAD WOLF COOPERATION stamped in large letters on a long steel wall.

"And then theres this." I said, "I've been working on it for about three months now, I think it might be almost done, but this should hopefully convince you." Tapping a few more buttons, the lights went out completely before the lens on the projector widened and a holographic image filled the room.

The two time travellers stared around awestruck.

"Is this is the-" Rose asked, but her question was cut off by the Doctor's answer.

"TARDIS, yes. But this is amazing!" He walked around the holographic console that now occupied the middle of the room, "Ok, I know for a fact I haven't let any evil aliens into my TARDIS since she changed."

I turned to the Doctor "So Doctor," I said slowly, "do you believe me now?"

He just smirked at me, and I got a funny feeling he'd believed me all along, before looking confusedly at a dark, empty space about two feet to his left, "What happened here?"

"Like I said, its not finished yet. But I have finished some other ones." I clicked a few more buttons and the hologram changed to show the exterior of a large ornate castle, "Hogwarts." Another image appeared - this one long and paper looking with mountains rising up from the surface, "Middle Earth." The next hologram showed nine large planets with various objects orbiting them, "The Solar System." I switched off the projector and turned the lights back on, "So that's what I do with my time. Anyways I-"

"We probably should go actually." Rose said softly, exchanging glances with the Doctor.

"Rose is right. I don't know how much longer the walls between this universe and ours will be open for, and we don't really want to be stuck here."

I looked between two of them and sighed, "You're probably right. Oh well," I put the tablet back down on the desk, "Thank you, for coming here, and not just dropping me on a street somewhere. And for this." I lifted my foot up to show them what I meant.

Rose smiled, "Anytime Emma." Then she pulled me into a hug, "Maybe we'll see you again. What with our track record of parallel universes, anything could happen." She exchanged glances with the Doctor and I bit my lip, not wanting to mention just how well she would come to know parallel universes. Instead I smiled.

Turning and walking out of the room, I watched the pairs retreating backs as they walked down the corridor before turning and disappearing out of sight as they went downstairs to where the TARDIS was waiting. I didn't want to see them go, but I couldn't ask them to stay. And I couldn't very well go with them.

Could I?

With a second burst of unknown courage I was running out of my room and down the stairs to just see the Rose stepping into the TARDIS and I cried out, "WAIT!"

Rose poked her head back out the TARDIS door, "Whats up?"

I took a deep breath. I knew if I didn't ask now, I never would, and I would hate myself for it, "Can – is it alright if I, um, come with you?"

Rose blinked, smiled, before sticking her head back inside the TARDIS. I could hear them discussing it inside, but it was too faint to make out words. I held on to the railing and breathed deeply trying to slow my heart rate.

The next head to poke out the door was not Rose, instead it was the Doctor who gave me a smile and said, "You got 15 minutes to pack. We can't stay for too much longer."

The grin that I could feel growing on my face would have been bright enough to light up the whole world.

A/N: So whatcha think? Worth continuing? Reviews are loved!