Hello! Trying out posting something. A silly fanfiction with my own character in it. This isn't a romance thing, my character isn't in love with The Doctor. It's just fun. =) I don't own anything Doctor Who, it all belongs to the people it belongs too. =) Hope you enjoy it a little.

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When he found her—this girl with her very own TARDIS—she was sitting in a coffee shop, with a glass of tea, and a magazine about cars. He stood in the doorway of the shop, she could have been anyone. She could have been human for all he knew, but there was a TARDIS. He crossed the cafe, his feet fell heavily against the wooden flooring as he moved. The Doctor stopped beside her table, the mismatch of technology in his hands beeped obnoxiously as it got closer to the girl. After the girl flipped through a few more pages of her magazine, finished sipping her tea, she turned her attention to the man. "Can I help you?" she asked slowly. Her voice came out softly, like she was speaking to someone for the first time in months.

He fumbled for a minute, turned off his device, and sat in the chair opposite her. "You're all wrong," he said. His hands flat on the table top. He squinted for a minute, then pushed up from the chair, and walked around the table. He stopped behind her, grabbed a curl and tugged on it. She let out a gasp in protest, and got up as well. Her high heels hit the ground, creating a painful piecing snap as she moved.

"You know it's rude to pull on someones hair! Or are you to stupid to have any manners?" she asked angrily. He pushed his shoulders back, and stood up straighter like he was trying to look bigger. Instead, he just looked silly. His hands pulled up against his chest, his eyebrows scrunched together, and he frowned at her. "Most people are good enough to say hello first!" she was almost shouting now. The two other customers of the shop, and the three employees watched the commotion without much input. A few times, one of the employees would lift her hand, but then she would pull away and look embarrassed.

"Well, I'm not most people," he said. His hands gripping the collar of his jacket, adjusting it slightly. "Or a people for that matter. But that's not the point! My beep-y machine says there's a TARDIS here! And it's never wrong!" he said sternly. She titled her head to the side, just a little, enough for her curls to fall over her shoulder.

"Doctor?" Amy called from outside the cafe. She appeared a moment later, her hands on her hips. She frowned at The Doctor as she strode into the room. Rory waited tentatively outside, hoping the others wouldn't take to long.

"Doctor," the girl repeated. She whispered the name, and then grinned. She said it a second and third time, like she was trying it out. She wanted to see how it felt on her tongue. She tried to fight back her grin, but her lips refused to cooperate. She shook her head, and with a small bounce she headed out of the cafe. The Doctor followed. He wanted an answer.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" The Doctor said as he caught up to her. An unimpressed Amy and worried Rory followed a few paces behind them. The girl seemed to bounce as she walked, the way her curls moved, and the way her feet hit the ground. Then she started to speak, in a sing-song voice.

"There once was a man from Gallifrey.
Who stole a box, and ran away,
In his wake he left a fight,
That ended in internal night.
Now he travels through the sky,
Day by day he has to fly,
And who you asked, is this brave proctor?" she paused for a minute, spinning around to face him. She held her hand out to him, to greet him properly. "How are you, my dear Lord Doctor?"

"How do you know me?" he asked.

"What? You didn't even like my poem?" she asked, pulling her hand back. "I made it up just now! And while I admit the ending was a little ruff you try rhyming like that without messing up just a little!" She crossed her arms, turning again and heading in another direction.

"Where are you going?" he asked something else.

"You wanted to see my TT Capsule," she said. The Doctor paused, then he reached out and grabbed her arm. He stopped her and stared at her for a minute.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly. His voice caught in his throat, and he looked desperate. "And where are you from?" She stared at him, and then slowly glanced back at Amy and Rory.

"There was a girl from Gallifrey.
Who was locked in a ship, and sent away,
And while her planet fought a war,
She was trapped behind a door.

While her fists got bruised, and her voice went thin
She was trapped in a ship, hoping they could win.
When the door unlocked, 30 years later

The girl stepped out, her mind no straighter..." she spoke slowly, her story uneven. She stopped her story, like she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. "Tell me, Lord Doctor? Why did they die?" she asked. She had tears in her eyes now, unable to keep her calm. The Doctor looked almost as bad as she did.

"You're a Time Lord..." he mumbled. He took a step toward her, and even though he didn't know her—she must have been very young if he didn't know her. Young enough to have been born after his exile—he put his arms around her and hugged her. The hug seemed awkward, like neither one was sure they should be engaging in one. So The Doctor stepped back. "What's your name?" he asked.

"I was called The Anarchist," she answered. She turned her attention to Rory and Amy once again, and smiled a little. "But you can call me Ana," she added.

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This is just a little intro to the story, I plan on writing more. =) Let me know what you think! Also, sorry about any spelling and grammar errors, I really haven't edited anything.