Author's Note: If I was the owner Doctor Who or anything else in this story, I would be a heck of a lot richer and living in London. As I do not, it can be concluded that I am not.

Elizabeth stared out the window at the half moon up in the sky. The world was dark except for the moon and its slightly warped reflection in the Thames. One of her hands played idly with a string of her red hair as she looked out. A dark silhouette crossed the reflection looking almost like the silhouette of a human, but grotesque. At one point, she swore she saw a disproportionately huge ripple cross the surface of the water, with no sign of what had made it.

She turned away from the window and knelt by her bedside. She had never been particularly religious, but she knew what to say this time without hesitation. Her lips moved, but she made no sound.
The Doctor pulled the wibbly lever, turned the trans-dimensional stabilizer to high and paused. He knew what he was doing: going through the motions. He needed a companion, someone to give him something to live for, someone to have adventures with. He glanced at his psychic paper to see into his own mind: to see what he wanted to see. "Doctor, I need you. Elizabeth Tudor 1557." He smiled. He had already visited her twice, although once was a bit later in her timestream. The first time was from his past regeneration, with Rose and Captain Jack. The next was with Martha. Happy times.
He pulled the wibbly lever in the other direction and pressed a couple buttons before pulling the same lever he always pulled to get the TARDIS started. The creaking noise that had become like a heartbeat to him commenced again.

Elizabeth turned back to her window to listen. The distinctive creaking noise was exactly what she had been praying for. She tore down the halls of her castle, wearing nothing but a nightgown and a blanket draped over her shoulders. As she ran, the creaking grew louder and louder. She didn't stop until she reached the crevice in the wall, the perfect size for a beautifully blue box. A man she didn't recognize stepped out.

"Who are you?" She asked rather rudely.

He smiled. "Well, I'm the Doctor."

She shook her head, refusing to believe it. "I'm sorry, but you're not the Doctor. I've seen him and you're not him."

"I died... well, I came back to life... well, I look different now." He looked so different from the Doctor she knew. He was as skinny as a stick and wore some kind of long coat, but he looked kind of cute in a way. He had come out of the TARDIS, after all. Plus, she had already seen weirder things working with the Doctor. She decided to take him at his word.

"A couple months ago, one of my ladies heard tell of growling near the woods near the house. Last month, we found a visiting duke awash in the water, covered in blood and drowned."
The Doctor nodded. "What year is it again?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "1557." She had gotten accustomed to his questions after the first time he visited. He smiled.
"Oh, this is brilliant." He told her, his grin widening. "How's the Queen doing? Your sister?" Queen Mary, daughter of Catherine of Aragon, Catholic.
"Half-sister." Elizabeth shrugged. "She's pregnant. I probably will never get to be Queen." He chuckled and nodded, a sign of agreement, she thought. Then, out of the blue, he held his finger to his lips. She heard the faintest rustling in the bush. He pulled a small... thing out of his coat. It started making ding noises. The Doctor took a step like he was going to run after it.
"Doctor, wait!" Elizabeth cried, cutting him off. "I'm in my nightgown."
He looked her up and down quickly, checking that she was, indeed, in a nightgown. "So?"
"So I'm the half sister of the Queen of England."
He looked at her, exasperated for a second. Then he followed the sound of the dinging, sonic screwdriver already out and buzzing. Elizabeth couldn't stand the idea of him leaving her again, so she called out once more.

"Doctor, wait!" She repeated. "Do you have a companion with you this time?"

"Not this time."

She took the expression on his face to mean that he was devastated about it. Trying to comfort him, she told him, "That's a shame. I rather liked that Captain Jack fellow." Last time the Doctor came five years ago, Captain Jack had hit on her. He smiled sadly for a second. The rustling got louder and he followed it, leaving Princess Elizabeth standing there, waiting and watching.