I got the idea for this FF from 'All Pink and Yellow and so Very, Very Human' by A Who Down in Whoville. Check it out; it's an excellent story. This'll be multi-chaptered and, depending on how far we get, Rory may or may not be written in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any characters. If I did, Season 7 would be out already!

He was enjoying a nice, dreamless sleep, the first he had in a long while, when he was rudely woken up by somebody jumping on his bed. He tried to ignore them, but they started jumping harder, causing him to actually get lifted from his bed an inch or two.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" a voice commanded. "I thought of the greatest place we could go to."

He cracked an eye and turned to his companion. "Did you have to think about it while I was sleeping? How long have I been asleep, anyway?"

"It's all relative. Now get changed! We'll land when you're ready."

And with that, she took off like a rocket, running back to the control room with her crimson hair trailing behind her.

"Doctor!" he called after her. "Doctor, where are we going?"

John Smith sighed and started to pull on the nearest clothes; slightly wrinkled khakis, a white button-up shirt, and blue trainers. He hoped wherever they were going wasn't incredibly hot. The Doctor didn't specify where they were going (again) and he didn't dare ask because he knew the Doctor would just talk circles around him until he just gave up, opened the door, and hoped for the best.

He heaved himself out of his bed and, with a quick, almost depressed, glance back at his bed, he started to work his way through the twisting corridors of the TARDIS to the control room.

The Doctor quickly decided she liked this regeneration. It was so different and interesting! Her first time being female - she still sometimes referred to herself as male on accident, which always got a chuckle out of John - she had a Scottish accent that always got people listening, and she was ginger! She ran a hand through her glorious ginger hair.

Yes, this regeneration was definitely going to be enjoyable.

"Doctor!" John's voice echoed through the control room.

And then there was John Smith. Promised him five minutes at seven years old and came back twelve years later. As a result, the Doctor was taking him to all the incredible places she could think of to make up for it. John didn't seem to care too much; he was enjoying the sights and sounds, minus the Weeping Angels. She didn't blame him for that, though.

"Smith, get in 'ere!" she called, a grin playing on her lips. She was really going to blow his mind now. She picked the best planet she could think of that had residents that didn't want to kill her - there weren't many, if she was honest. She'd been meaning to bring a companion there for awhile, but something always managed to get in the way.

John walked in, looking like he'd just stumbled out of a 1930s university class.

"Where to, Doc?" he asked, grinning.

"Barcelona!" the Doctor cried with flourish, throwing her arms over her head. She watched John's face, waiting for a reaction.

"Spain?" John asked, confused. "What's so great about Spain?"

"Lots of things are great about Spain, Smith," the Doctor said, nudging him with her shoulder. "And I didn't mean the city, I meant the planet! Which is what the city is actually named after. Y'see, before the city was founded, a ship from Barcelona touched down and -"

"Doctor, no offence, but is your spiel relevant to our next adventure?" John interrupted.

"Everything's relevant," she scowled good naturedly, swatting at his arm. "But not entirely. I'm landing us in the 36th century, during a time of peace. 16-hour days, 8 day weeks. Depending on the season, we might be in time for the Festival of Hiems."

"Festival of Hiems?" John echoed, following the Doctor as she twirled around the console, her hair flying everywhere, her heeled boots clacking on the glass flooring. John was momentarily distracted as he wondered, and not for the first time, how the Doctor managed to run so quickly in heels and skirts.

"It's when the people hold a huge festival in honor of their God of winter, thanking him for not letting them die from cold."

"Lovely.

The Doctor looked over and grinned at him. The next second brought the sound of the TARDIS landing.

"Hey, no earthquake-like shaking!" John noted with a grin.

"I was distracted," the Doctor said with a flap of her wrist. "I'll be sure to make the next landing as earthquake-y as possible. Now, then. John Smith, would you like to do the honors?" She gestured to the front door of the ship, like one of those girls on game shows back on Earth that presented prizes to the contestants.

"I'd love to!" John said, running down the steps and bursting through the door.