It's funny to see how the little things change the world in big ways.

Avery is twenty-two, American, and wakes up in London, England having no idea how she got there. She doesn't remembering getting on a plane and flying to England. In fact, she doesn't remember anything at all! She roams the city, trying to remember something-anything-and ends up staring up into space with a lonely guy who calls himself the Doctor.

I'm going along with Season Three so be patient, Episode One: Avery, Smith, & Jones will be up as soon as I watch the second episode again.

PILOT

*six months ago*

"I love you," she sobs, her blonde hair whipping about in the cold ocean breeze.

He presses his lips together, desperately wanting to say how he feels, but knowing that if he does they can never be together anyway. He opens his mouth . . . But his body begins to fade.

"No!" she cries, wishing she could reach out to him and hold him one more time; but she can't, and she knows that-they both know that. The whole planet would collapse on itself if she did, and neither wanted that. "Doctor, don't leave me."

"Rose Tyler . . ." he whispers.

Suddenly she's gone, and he's standing back in the TARDIS-without her. A single tear runs down his cheek.

"I love you, too."

PRESENT DAY

She jerked awake at the sound of a loud bell toll, clutching the watch to her chest.

Groaning, she opened her eyes to find herself staring at England's famous clock tower, Big Ben.

"Holy . . ." she breathed, but she couldn't even finish the sentence for she was so shocked. She sat up straight, eyes wide, looking around to find that she really was in England-London to be precise. But . . .

How did she get here was the question of the day.

She didn't remember anything. Or maybe she couldn't. She racked her brain for an explanation, but came up with nothing-not even her own name.

She felt her pockets for a wallet, finding just a slim black flip-open that only had a blank piece of white paper in it, and the watch she'd always had with her ever since she could remember, the watch with the strange symbols on it. She sighed, running a hand through her blond hair. Guess that ruled the wallet out-or, at the very least, an ID that told her her name since she couldn't remember it.

"Shit," she mumbled, looking around as she stuffed the silverish-colored watch into her jacket pocket. It was dark, she noticed-Big Ben told her that it was about twelve minutes before eleven-but that didn't mean someone couldn't be lurking in the shadows, watching her. She quickly got to her feet, brushing herself off, and started down the sidewalk, glancing which way and that. There was practically no one in sight. Lights were on in some homes, businesses, and shops, but that was about it.

She wrapped her arms around herself, silently thanking God for the magenta-colored sweater and black leather jacket she had on to protect her from the cold, and walked quickly up the path and onto the street. Everything was closed, she could tell that much, but there were a few stragglers hanging around the local pubs. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, looking both ways before jogging across to the other side. She jogged a couple blocks before suddenly stopping at the sound of the singing. She looked up, up into the sky, into the stars, before finally locating the source of the melodic, giddy singing to be a man sitting high atop the roof of an apartment building.

"Hello?" she shouted, gazing up at him in curiosity.

His head whipped down to look at her and he smiled widely. "Hello down there!" he called loudly. "Would you like to join me, m'lady?"

She laughed despite herself and cupped her hands over her mouth to shout: "What are you doing up there?"

"Looking!"

"Looking at what?" she laughed.

"Everything! The stars! Space! The Universe!" He waved his arms wildly, a wickedly infectious cheeky grin on his lips. "Come join me!"

"How did you get up there, then?" she asked him.

He nodded his chin toward the alley between the apartment building and the one beside it. "There's a fire escape in the alley," he told her, setting the drinks on the edge and popping to his feet. "Come'on, I'll help you up!"

She laughed again and shook her head at his enthusiasm before jogging into the alley and up to the escape. When she looked he was looking down at her and smiling wildly. She smiled back.

"Well come on, then!" he shouted, his hands cupped around his mouth.

She grinned one last time before her face set in determination. She squared her shoulders, crouched low, and jumped up to catch the ladder-which slid down to the pavement with a startling loud crash that echoed throughout the alley. Tongue poking out between her lips, she gripped the first rung of the metal and heaved herself up, climbing her way to the small metal landing. Once there she quickly jogged up the three flights of stairs to the roof. The stranger stuck his hand out to her and she grinned broadly at him before gripping the rung of the small ladder in one hand and taking that offered hand with the other. A shock went down her spine, causing her to shiver with unexpected pleasure. Her hand felt as if it was on fire from this simple touch-and she knew he'd felt it too when her wide eyes found his and they, too, were wide with shock. He suddenly shook his head, as if to clear it, and grit his teeth. He stepped back, his grip on her hand tightening, and with the help of her feet on the ladder, pulled her onto the roof with him.

She looked down at him, for she was on the ledge of the roof while he was on the actual roof, and smiled broadly-he smiled back. A sudden wind blew through her hair and she shivered, stumbling backward in surprise from the cold that blasted her face. Her foot slipped off the ledge and with a shriek she started to tumble back. Almost instantly she was surrounded by that warmth and fire she'd felt from that stranger's offered hand all over her body. He pulled her forward and together they collapsed to the roof's floor in a tangle of limbs, the stranger's back hitting the ground with a dull thunk and he groaned. Her entire body shaking with fear, she buried her face in the man's chest and began to cry.

A hand stroked her hair and a wonderfully sexy British accent caressed her ear. "Shh, love, it's alrigh'. You're fine. Shh, stop your cryin'."

She slowly stopped crying and looked at the strange man who'd saved her from falling. She gasped.

He was beautiful. His brown hair stuck up at all ends, sideburn fuzz curling around his ears. Intelligent brown eyes stared back at her, searching her entire face.

"Do I know you?" he blurted automatically. " 'Cause I swear I've seen you before."

She slowly shook her head.

He chuckled, bringing a hand up between them to close her mouth-which she'd just realized was hanging open.

She shook herself, blushing furiously. "Uh, s-sorry," she mumbled sheepishly, quickly getting to her feet.

She hadn't even blinked when he'd suddenly popped to his feet, grinning broadly.

"Alrigh'?" he asked with a nod, brushing dirt off the blue suit he was wearing. His brown tweed trench coat billowed softly behind him in the breeze as he adjusted the red tie around his neck.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak in front of the handsome stranger who'd saved her from certain death.

His brows suddenly pulled together in confusion and he cocked his head to the side, brown eyes locked on her hip.

She raised her arms and spun around, trying to figure out what he was looking at. "What?" she finally asked. "What is it?"

He reached forward and plucked something from the back of her sweater, chuckling as he read it.

"What?" she repeated. "What is it?"

He turned the small, rectangular piece of paper around so she could see it and quirked a brow. "Funny way tah introduce yourself. 'Ello, my name is . . .' " He rolled his eyes. "Plus, I think you're supposed tah wear it like this, love."

He stepped forward, pressed the sticker right above her left breast, and stepped back, looking at her like he was admiring a painting, one red Converse high-top shoe crossed behind the other. " 'Ello, my name is . . .' now you finish the rest," he told her, waving a hand at her and smiled encouragingly. "Go on now, don't be shy."

She looked down, moving her curly blond hair out of the way so she could read the nametag. "Avery? Hello, my name is . . . Avery?"

He clapped his hands like a child, eyes shining. "Good, good. Nice to meet you, Av-a-ry," he said, and turned away to walk over to the ledge.

She stumbled after him, stammering. "W-wait. You-you haven't-you haven't even told me your name, yet."

" 'Ello, my name is the Doctor. Please call me . . . the Doctor. Nice tah meet yah, Av-a-ry," he said, and outstretched his hand to her.

She stared at him curiously, head cocked to the side, and hesitantly shook his outstretched hand. " 'The Doctor?' Doctor who?"

His brown eyes suddenly filled with pain and he tucked the hand she'd shook into his suit pants pocket, thumb sticking out. "Only one other person has asked me that," he said softly, turning slightly to look out over the rooftops. "She's gone now though . . .

"Is she-" She couldn't even finish the question.

It took a long time, a very long time, before he finally spoke and, when he did, his voice was so soft she that she took a step toward him, straining her ears just to hear him.

"No. No, Av-a-ry, she's not-she's not dead. Just . . . just not here. In my world."

"I'm sorry," she blurted instantly, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. "The way you spoke about her . . . I just assumed-"

"It's alrigh'." He puffed his coat out behind him as he sat down on the ledge of the apartment's roof, bringing one leg up to his chest and letting the other dangle of the side. He jammed his hand into his coat's pocket and pulled out a mixed berry flavoured juice box. She watched him as he tore off the straw, jammed it into the box, and he took a sip.

"You miss her alot?" she asked finally, hesitantly taking a seat beside him and, instead of dangling her legs over the ledge, crossed them Indian style. "Was she someone special to you?"

He inclined his head slightly in a nod. "She was. I never go to tell her how I felt though."

She only nodded, staring out over the rooftops.

"You're American?" His tone imposed that he was making a statement, but it came out as a question instead.

She shrugged a shoulder, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye to find him staring at her. She quickly averted her eyes but could still feel his on her. "I suppose so," she said. "Since I don't have an accent like your's."

"Where're you from, Av-a-ry?

She shrugged again. "Dunno. Can't remember."

"You can' remember?" he asked in disbelief. "Do you remember anythin'? Anythin' a' all?

"I didn't even know my own name until you found that nametag sticker on my sweater," she admitted to him.

"Reeeally?" He drew the word out, the word bursting with curiosity.

"Mmm hmm," she nodded.

He went quiet for a moment, the only sound between them being the excess juice in the drink that he couldn't get into his straw.

"Doctor?"

"Av-a-ry?"

"I don't know who I am. And I'm-I'm scared," she whispered softly, pulling her legs up against her chest. "I don't remember anything about myself. Who I am; why I'm here in London, England if you say I'm American; why I don't even know my own name. It scares me, Doctor, it really scares me."

"Well-" He crushed the juice box in his hand and threw it, with perfect aim might I add, into the trash bin down below across the street down. He pumped his fists into the air in victory. "Yeah!"

He turned to look at her, grinning madly, and she rolled her eyes. "Amazing, Doctor, you are amazing. No one else could have done that."

"There's no one else qui' like me, so I think I would have tah agree with tha'," he replied with a lopsided smile that instantly made her heart skip a beat.

"Really? No one else like you?"

His smile faded slightly and he looked up at the sky, cupping a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. "Yup," he said matter-of-factly. "The only one of my kind left. No one else bu' me for a long time."

"Your kind, Doctor?" she asked curiously.

"You're not busy la'ta, are you?" he asked her with a cough, trying to change the subject.

"I don't even know who I am much less how I got here! Where d'you think I'll be later?"

He chuckled and nodded. "True, Av-a-ry."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Say my name like that."

"You don't like Av-a-ry?"

"Doctor! It's Av-er-ry, not Av-a-ry!" she giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, Av-er-ry. Let's do it your way then."

"Weren't you asking me if I was doing something later?" she laughed.

He snapped his fingers, popping to his feet. "Oh yes, of course. Av-er-ry, I know we've jus' met an' all, but would you like to go on an adventure with me?"

She hesitantly got to her feet beside him, looking down then quickly looking back up in fear. "An adventure? Where, Doctor?"

"Anywhere!" He spread his arms wide, grinning a Cheshire Cat grin. "Anywhere in the whole world, Avery. Anywhere you can think of an' some you can't even begin to imagine. Jus' pick a place, any place, and I'll take you there. All you have to do-" he stuck out a hand, an almost pleading look in those intelligent brown eyes of his, "-is say yes."

She narrowed her green eyes at him. "Anywhere?"

He nodded. "Anywhere. So, what d'you say, Avery? Would you like to see the universe with me?"

"The universe?" she exclaimed with a laugh, grinning. "Are you really telling me that we can see the universe?"

"Yup."

She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before taking his hand, that fire radiating through her body again. Looking him straight in the eye, she gave it a good squeeze and nodded.

"Yeah, alright. Lets go, Doctor. Lets go see that universe you were talking about."

"Fantastic!" he exclaimed, pulling her with him as he jumped down from the ledge and over to the fire escape. "To the TARDIS!"

She shrieked. "The TARDIS? What's that?"

"You'll see!" he called over his shoulder.

"A blue police box? That's the TARDIS?"

"Yup! Come on, then," he grinned, halting abruptly in front of the blue box. He jammed the hand not holding tightly to hers in his coat pocket and pulled out a key ring. He shook the one lone key on the ring in front of her face. "Care to do the honor, Avery?" he asked.

"Really? Me?"

"Yeah. You," he chuckled. "Come on, give it a go. You know you wanna . . ."

With a grin she snatched the key from his hand and quickly unlocked the door, pushing open the door. "Holy shit . . ." she breathed, racing inside and spinning herself around in circles so she didn't miss a single thing.

The TARDIS had looked so small from the outside, barely big enough to hold more than two or three people. But this, this, blue Police Box she was standing inside of at this very moment was bigger on the inside. It was just a circle of a room, and the elevated walkway from the door lead up to a big machine type of thing sitting right in the middle of it all, a long clear tube going straight from the middle of the strange contraption and into the ceiling. Surrounding the tube was an array of various controls, all mismatched and unruly that she didn't even know what button or lever or pulley or screen controlled what. Metal columns supported the inside while golden-colored half circles adorned the beige-looking-colored walls. The entire floor was made of metal gratings that clanked and rattled under her sneakers as she circled the control center for a moment before turning back to face the Doctor.

"This is amazing, Doctor!" she cried, throwing her arms out and grinning broadly. "Absolutely fantastic! Just brilliant!"

He chuckled from his spot leaning against the door and smiled that wonderful lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. "I thought you migh' like it," he said.

Her jaw dropped, instantly rushing over to take his hand and pull him up the walkway toward the control center. "Like it?" she exclaimed incredulously. "Like it? Doctor, I love it! This is absolutely the most amazingly, fantastically brilliant thing I've ever seen!"

"You think so, Av-er-ry?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Yes! It's incredible, Doctor! Absolutely incredible!" she cried, launching herself at him.

The Doctor stumbled back in surprise from the unexpected hug, and froze when he looked down at her-because she was just a good half-foot shorter than him-to see her face was buried in his chest, a smile on her face that shook something inside him.

"Avery?" he croaked.

"What?" She looked up at him and he couldn't remember how to breathe as he stared into her beautiful, vibrant green eyes. He stared at her for a few moments before his mind finally registered that she was speaking in that lovely American accent of hers. "Doctor? Doctor, are you okay?"

Almost as if his mind wasn't his own, he suddenly cupped her cheek in his palm and hesitantly leaned down to kiss her lips. She froze instantly, then it was almost as if she wasn't in her right mind either, because she reached a hand up and tangled her fingers in his hair, the other hand holding him by the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

Their tongues danced, the passion between the both of them so strong it made them both dizzy with pleasure. Without even thinking, he gently pushed her backwards, backwards until the metal railing that circled the room hit the back of her knees. Her hands moved and suddenly his coat was being pushed off his shoulders, pushed down his arms until it hit the floor with a silent thud. She shifted against him, her hips brushing his, and fire leapt through him. His hands found her own shoulders and he pushed that leather jacket down her arms until, it too, hit the floor with a faint thud.

Their movements became frantic, her fingers fumbling as she unbuttoned his suit jacket. He shrugged out of it as he broke the kiss to leave a trail of fiery kisses along her jaw and down to her neck. One minute his fingers had found the hem of her sweater and the next the magenta-colored fabric was on the floor. His arms curled around her waist as he gently started to suck on the skin of her neck, nipping at it with his teeth, and she arched into him as she let out a small moan. Her fingers found his hair once again and she gently tugged on it, a shot of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Doctor . . ." she breathed, her breathing heavy. "Oh . . . Doctor . . ."

Hearing her voice jumpstarted something inside him and reality slammed back into him so fast that he actually broke away from her and stumbled backward away from her.

He shook himself, his body suddenly becoming cold at the loss of her warmth, and stared at her with wide eyes. It had only been six months since he'd lost his Rose and the wounds in his hearts were still healing from the pain of heartbreak. Even though Rose was still alive, still alive on this Earth, she wasn't here in this world with him; but a parallel one that had been sealed off completely ever since the Cybermen and Daleks had tried to take over the world, forbidding him from ever going back and seeing her, touching her, hearing her voice, ever again. He mentally slapped himself.

What in the bloody hell was he doing with this girl he'd just met? Let alone one that couldn't even remember anything about herself or her life or who she was. What was wrong with him?

"Doctor?" her breathless voice asked.

Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to get her breathing back to normal.

"Doctor?" she said again.

"Hmm?"

"What was that that just happened here between us?"

"I uh, um . . ." His voice trailed off as he ran a hand through his hair and over his face, looking anywhere but at her.

She took a step toward him, hand reaching out. "Doctor?"

He moved quickly, gathering her things and shoving them into her arms, then gathering his own. His movements were hurried as he pulled on his suit jacket and buttoned it, fixed his shirt and tie, and pulled his tweed coat back on.

He cleared his throat, briefly pulling up his sleeve to look at the watch on his wrist. "Blimey, is that the time?" he exclaimed and dashed over to the controls, twisting knobs, pulling levers, pressing buttons. "We better get going. By the way, where did you say you wanted to go?"

She turned her back to him, clutching her sweater and jacket to her chest. Silent tears spilled down her cheeks as she swiftly tugged the sweater over her head and pulled on her jacket. Quickly wiping her tears, she spun back around to face him and walked over.

"Anywhere," she croaked, trying and failing to keep her voice steady as she spoke but failing. "Anywhere. I don't care."

He stopped for a moment and briefly looked up, into her eyes, then quickly back down. "R-right," he stammered. "Right. Of-of course. Sorry."

"Whatever," she mumbled, turning slightly away from him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her jam her hand into her coat pocket, pulling out something silver and circular; a watch. He watched as she lifted her head slightly to look around, then looked back at the watch, rubbing her thumb gently across the front of it; she didn't open it, however. She sniffed, her hand lifting to rub underneath her nose and wipe stray tears from her eyes before tucking the watch back in her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and brushed her bangs out of her eyes before turning to face him again.

"So, Doctor," she said with a weak smile. "How 'bout that adventure you promised me?"

He smiled that lopsided smile, and her heart betrayed her by skipping in her chest. She grimaced and looked away without thinking, rubbing the area above her heart with the palm of her hand. His smiled faded slightly and his eyes dipped down.

"I'm sorry abou' tha'," he finally said after a long moment. "Abou' wha' happened jus'-"

"Forget it," she mumbled back. "Lets just go . . . wherever.

"Hold on, then!" he shouted, slamming a lever down, and the TARDIS suddenly began to shake.