DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who. This is a nonprofit fan fiction.

Chapter 1: Remember Me?

I was jogging the downtown streets of Boston, Mass. Unlike my usual jogging route I had in the trails lined with woods, this one was chaotic and crowded. Everything had changed in the last few months, and Cross Country had been postponed until further notice, due to the strange weather occurrences. Unbelievable things such as acid falling down as rain and deserts being flash frozen, struck out of the blue. The whole world was all topsy-turvey. Now, thanks to it all, I was confined to the crowded city streets, because if anything weird started to happen I could easily slip into one of the many shops alone said streets; safe from harm. How boring!

I was working on my fourth mile when someone came running out of the alley that I was passing. It was a tall man with a tan trench coat billowing out after him. Something tingled at the edges of my mind, and before I realized it, I found myself pushing myself to run faster to catch up the the man. Something about him seemed so familiar, yet I couldn't believe the absurdity of what I was doing; chasing some guy 'cause his coat reminded me of someone. But that didn't stop me. It was almost as if some unseen force was guiding me, drawing me to him.

"Hey, wait! Wait!" I yelled after him. I couldn't believe I was doing this. This was insane. Yet, still, I had that nagging sense that I knew him from somewhere. I forced my aching, protesting muscles to pull me along even faster. "HEY! DOCTOR!"

Doctor. The Doctor. The Doctor of Time. That's who he was. I don't know how I knew it-I haven't seen him since I was a junior in high school-but I knew it was him.

He turned around, his eyes knitted together in a mix of impatience and annoyance. His chocolaty eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the person who called for him. Not recognizing me, he was about to turn back around. Again, I yelled out him name. That time his eyes locked onto mine. A broad smile sneaked its way onto my face. A flicker of recognition flickered across his features, but I could tell that he hadn't quite pieced together a name with a face. Although it had been seven years since I'd last seen him, a vague pang of hurt struck me. I brushed the feeling aside knowing it was silly; we had only met once, and not for very long. In fact I never thought I'd see him again.

By the time I caught up to him, I can tell he knew who I was. "Dr. Abigail Lynn Brooks! Of course, how could I forget!" He gave me a huge, toothy grin and shook my hand. "Might I say, it truly is quite an honor!" I just smiled back even though I didn't really know what he was talking about. I wasn't a doctor yet. I was still in college.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages! But you haven't aged at all. How long has it been for you, since you seen me last?" I asked him. Though it didn't look like he could have been any more than a day older, I knew that he'd remember me if it really was only a day.

"I'm sorry? Oh! You're the girl! How could I been so thick? But, anyways, I'm sorry, but I have to go. Bit of a...problem I have to solve. Well, actually it's a big problem really. Well, not so big that it can't be fixed. Sorry, I have to go." He turned to walk away.

"Is it about the acid rain?" I asked before he disappeared into the crowd.

He turned back towards me. "Yes, it is. What do you know about it."

I had no idea what this strange man was asking me. He couldn't have been talking to me, yet he was looking right at me. "I'm sorry, sir. Were you talking to me?" I asked cautiously. His dark eyebrows knitted together like I just said something foreign.

"Abigail?" He said my name as if I was a frightened child he was trying to calm down.

"How do you know my name?" I demanded as a chill went up my spine. My body tensed, ready to run, and I realized that it felt as though I had already been running. That'sweird. I thought to myself.

"Abby, it's me. It's the Doctor. We were just talking." He explained. Suddenly everything rushed back.

The Doctor was looking at me funny. "Damn, it happened again." I mumbled to myself.

"What's happened again?"

"I keep having...these memory lapses. I'll be perfectly fine, then suddenly I don't know where I am or what I'm doing. I went to the doctor, but everything checks out just fine." The doctor took out his little metal tube that made the funny noises. Sonic screwdriver, I remembered it was called. He waved the sonic screwdriver up and down my body. As it pointed towards my head, its sound went higher in pitch.

The Doctor looked at the device with scrutiny before giving me the same analyzing look. It kind of scared me having him look at me like that; it meant that something was wrong.

"What is it, Doctor?" Part of me didn't want to know the answer.

"I don't know." Was his response. Although his face betrayed nothing, I knew he was lying.