I just can't stop typing stuff. This is the sequel to 'in another life' but Emily is grown up. So yeah. I'm already brainstorming for the rest of the story, but I can use your ideas. So read it up!

"I am the Bad Wolf reincarnated into another body. I was brought back to save the Doctor." The eleventh Doctor lowered his sonic screwdriver. "Emily-" her skin had an unreal metallic look. Her brown hair blew in the wind that came from nowhere. Her eyes were gold and so was the rest of her body. "Emily you have to stop. Do you hear me? It's going to kill you!" Emily didn't seem to understand. The Ghosts were at bay, but more joined the army every second. The Doctor had brought Emily to a castle, and things had went wrong and ended up with Emily imprisoned and both of their lives at stake. "You need me Doctor. I am here." She raised her right hand, and gold globe materialized in her palm. As she was about to fling the orb, a beeping filled the room, and it went black

Emily Smith hit the snooze button, falling back onto her bed she massaged her temple, trying to make her headache go away. That was the strangest dream Emily had dreamed, but it was a recurring dream, or nightmare, that never made it past that point. And it involved the Doctor, a visitor from her childhood. But he hadn't returned, and Emily had moved on that he ever would. She quickly put her hair into a bun and ran downstairs. The Doorman opened the door and the cold blew in. "Morning Ms. Smith. Where to this fine Saturday morning?" George had been the doorman at her building ever since Emily had moved in after high school. "I don't know. Something's telling me to go shopping." She laughed. "Well if you run into your grandfather, say hello." Of course. Someone was always bringing Emily's family into the conversation. Pete Tyler, though retired, could buy half of London if he desired. Her dad was a professor and had written a bestselling book, and her mum was the head of the Torchwood branch in London. The Smith and Tyler family was well known. Then there was Emily. The only child of the fortune family.

Emily said goodbye to George, or rather walked out the door away from, and caught a taxi from her flat to the shops downtown. Telling the driver to stop outside 'Lulu's' so Emily could get out. She left the driver a tip and got out of the car. Rushing into the store, she took off her gloves shoving them into her pocket. Blowing on her fingers she looked for where to start. Seeing a rack of sweaters, Emily started her shopping. She hadn't even made it to the dressing room when she ran into a familiar face. He was just walking in the door, looking lost in a store for women. He brushed against Emily's shoulder. "Sorry" he mumbled. Emily dropped her pile of clothes. He turned around, thinking he was the one to cause the fall. He bent down to help, but Emily stood standing. His hair was combed over, his tweed jacket buttoned for the cold. He looked just the same he did all those years ago. "Doctor!" The man clutched a scarf, "I'm sorry, but I'm not good with names- who are you?" He asked, Emily smiled. "I'm…" The Doctor realized the girl in front of him was no longer a girl, "You're Emily Smith. Look at you! How could I not know it was you?" He hugged her, with other shoppers looking on. "What are you doing here?" The Doctor tied the scarf around Emily's neck. "My TARDIS sent me here. Odd really, I was aiming for the planet Gaxar." Emily smiled, tugging the scarf off. "Wanna get some coffee?" The time traveler leaned his head back. "Coffee? Yuck! Isn't that what grownups drink?" Emily laughed, "well in case you haven't noticed I am a grown up." The Doctor smiled back. "Can I just drink tea instead?"

"So where are your parents?" Emily shrugged, "I think they're in Paris today. Mum's on a trip for Torchwood. Household objects coming alive or something." The Doctor drank some tea, "and what about you? Are you following the family business?" Emily quickly shook her head, "oh no. Two generations is enough for me. I'm a reporter. For the local. I have a column every week. Dad's a writer though so I'm carrying on that tradition. He wrote a book about how the world is full of hate. It's quite good." The Doctor nodded. He talked a bit about himself and what he had done, while Emily thought about how weird it was the day she had a dream about the Doctor, he shows up in a random shop. The thought made her stomach churn. "How old are you now Emily?" Emily was popped back to the coffee shop. "I'm 23. And you Doctor?" The Doctor counted on his fingers, "One thousand and fifteen." Emily nodded. "Here I was thinking I was old. I bet you don't even remember when you were my age huh?" The couple laughed. The waiter walked over with the bill in his hand, he smiled at Emily. "Hey Emily, here's your bill." The blonde boy handed her the folder and glanced at the Doctor before walking away. The Doctor raised his eyebrows even higher than they already were. Emily dug through her purse looking for change, and without looking up she replied, "I come in here often to write. He always serves me." He nodded, "Why don't you invite him to join us, he seems cool." Emily found a quarter and placed it in the fold along with bills. "He doesn't read." The Doctor sat back in his chair, grinning, he raised his cup to a toast. "Emily Smith, watch out boys." Emily playfully kicked him as their waiter was back, to pick up the money. "Is this your boyfriend?" He asked. Emily blushed and the doctor spit up some tea.

"What?" She asked.

"Me?" The Doctor replied as he mopped up the tea on his shirt with a napkin.

"He's my…"

"And her mom…"

"We're like…"

"NO." they said at the same time. The boy nodded and left the table. Emily raised her mug. "You spitting out your tea everywhere and me blushing like a tomato. Queen save us." And the two clicked their glasses together.

Well? I like it so far, it's different then anything else I've written.

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