So here I am, writing again. I know, I know, I'm in shock too. Here's too hoping this turns out well. And that I'll actually finish this one.

Great big thanks to my Axel-Seme, who edited this for me. ILU. :3

Disclaimer: I only own the situation and Aixlana. If I owned the Doctor, I would sure as hell not be writing about him, since I'd be busy doing…other things with him. -SHOT-

Summary: For as long as she can remember, Aixlana's led an average human life, filled with average human habits. Wake up, go to work, go home to her empty apartment at the end of the day, go to bed, rinse, and repeat. But could one impossible decision change her entire past present, and future? Doctor Who/Kingdom Hearts II Crossover OC/10, will contain shounen-ai in later chapters.

Rated M just in case I get naughty. ;D

A Million Miles From Nowhere

by: Roxas-Uke

Chapter 1 – Aixlana

She was going to be late again. It was a wonder that the owner of the small cafe where she worked hadn't fired her yet. Aixlana mulled over these thoughts groggily as she ran to work (to the best of her conscious ability). The 21-year old adjusted the strap of her bag before stopping outside the cafe's front doors. Inhaling deeply, she put on her best apologetic smile. "Showtime." she whispered to herself as she swung open one of the doors and stepped inside.

"There you are!" Angie, one of her fellow waitress' called out, annoyed. "What happened this time, Aixlana?"

"Oh, shut up." Aixlana frowned. "I'm here, aren't I? I missed the bus." She walked behind the counter, sliding off her black messanger bag, careful not to snag any of the plethora of buttons adorning its strap on her shirt. Slinging it on the hatrack, she reached under the counter to grab her apron. "Besides, I'm only a couple minutes late."

"Try 30." Angie corrected, rolling her eyes and joining her co-worker.

"Oh." Aixlana shrugged, tying the apron around her waist. "Same difference."

"Webster's gonna kill you." the shorter girl replied, undoing her own apron strings. Aixlana just brushed her off.

"Eh, I've been through worse. Thanks for covering for me. Now get out of here, already!" she winked, smiling down teasingly at Angie, who was letting her short, dirty blonde hair out of its small ponytail.

"'Bout time, too." The blonde retorted, sending a glare the taller girl's way as she grabbed her purse. "See you tomorrow; and please, try not to be too late?" she pleaded.

"I make no promises."

"I guess that's the best I'll get out of you then. Later!" With that, Angie waved a little goodbye before heading out. Waving back, Aixlana smiled to herself before starting her shift. It seemed that Angie had taken care of every table except for one. Aixlana would have to remember to thank her later. Walking over to the small table, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she observed the customer seated there. She couldn't really see him, since his face was hidden behind the newspaper he was reading.

"Welcome to New World Cafe," she began, reaching the table. "My name's Aixlana, and I'll be your waitress this afternoon. Can I start you off with something to drink?" she asked sweetly, flipping open her order notebook. The man at the table abruptly shut the paper, letting it fall to the table, catching her by surprise. He turned to look at her with a large grin plastered across his face. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at him. He had short, messy brown hair and he wore a blue, pin-striped, two-piece suit with a red tie and a tan overcoat on top. But she barely noticed these things as she stared at his eyes, which were a warm, chocolate brown that seemed to sparkle in the light and bore through her very essence, her whole being out on display, nothing hidden from those dazzling eyes. She was so caught up in that stare that she almost didn't hear him speak.

"Aixlana, eh?" he asked, his voice like velvet. "Now that is a peculiar name. You don't see many Aixlana's larking about. How d'you spell that? Silent 'x'? Right after the 'i', hmm?"

"Yea, but...how'd you know that? It's kinda difficult to spell, not to mention pronounce, and you know it as if you've said it everyday." she answered him, quirking a thin eyebrow at him.

"What? Oh, well, it's right there, on your nametag." He replied, pointing a slender finger at her shirt. She looked down, a light blush tingeing her cheeks as an 'oh' of realization escaped her lips. The man's smile widened as he looked her over. "What can I say, I'm clever. And it would seem that the name isn't the only thing. As a matter of fact, right 'bout everything's peculiar about you." he continued, gesturing to her long, white hair with its electric blue streaks, tucked into its messy half bun.

"Before you ask, no, it's not dyed. This is my natural hair color." she said, rolling her eyes as she ran a pale hand through her hair.

"No!" he gasped, in amused shock.

"Yes."

"You're joshin' me!"

"I'm not, actually."

"That's brilliant, that's just brilliant!" he exclaimed, his brown eyes locking curiously on her now-green ones. "And that yank accent of yours... you're not from around London, are you?"

"As far as I know I am." she shrugged. He quirked an eyebrow at her before motioning for her to sit. Aixlana paused for a second before shaking her head. "I probably shouldn't. I've got customers."

"Oh, I only want to take a few minutes of your time." he grinned at her.

"Well..." she mused, biting her thumbnail.

"Come on, it'll only take a bit. You've piqued my interest." he winked at her, waving for her to sit. She beamed at him before pulling out the chair across from him and taking a seat.

"All right, then. So what would you like to know?" she queried, interlacing her fingers under her chin and crossing her legs. Something about him, maybe it was his voice? Or his eyes? Whatever it was, something about this man before her made her want to tell him everything and anything he'd like to know.

"Let's start with - Oh." he paused, a slight, childish frown replacing his grin. He looked up at her, smiling in apology before holding out his hand to her. "Sorry. Where are my manners? It'd be a little more than rude to have you tell me all your deep, dark secrets without even knowing my name. Well, Ms. Aixlana -" he stopped short. "I'm sorry, what was it again? Aixlana what?"

"Just Aixlana." she smiled sweetly at him. "No last name. Just Aixlana. That's all."

"Well, then, Just Aixlana," he grinned back, holding his hand out again. "I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor what?" she gave him a questioning look.

"Just the Doctor." he smiled at her, causing her to let out a small laugh.

"Well, then, Just the Doctor," she mimicked him, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a small smile as she took his hand and shook it. "What can I do you for?"

"Here's the thing, Aixlana." the Doctor began, a serious tone tainting his carefree voice. "I really need to know; this would really help me out a great deal: have you noticed anything out of the ordinary, even the tiniest little thing, missing items, phones ringing that shouldn't be, anything at all?"

"Hmm..." she thought to herself. "Not really. At least, none that I can think of right now. Sorry." she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh come on, Aixlana, there's got to be something! Are you absolutely sure, absolutely positive that you can't think of anything?" he persisted.

"What would I gain from lying to you?" she said seriously, crossing her arms over themselves on the table. "You forget, Doctor, we've only just met."

"Well, actually..." he started, before stopping abruptly, running a hand through his hair. There was a long silence between the two of them. Aixlana leaned in closer to him, eyeing him quizzically. He shook his head before giving her his frequently used smile. "Nah. You're right, you're absolutely right. I guess I'll be off then." he finished, before getting up. She followed suit, also getting up.

"Sorry I couldn't be more useful." The green eyed woman looked apologetically at him before looking at the ground shamefully.

"Oh no, you've been a marvelous help, a huge help!" he laughed, grabbing her face with both hands to bring it up to look her in the eyes. "You're fantastic. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Um...thanks, and that's really nice of you and all," she replied graciously. "But is it possible for you to let go of my face, um...please?" she asked, an embarrassed flush tingeing her face.

"Oh! Right!" he exclaimed, releasing her face with a single pat on each cheek. "Well, anyways, thanks for the help! You were great." The Doctor said as he headed for the door. Aixlana shot a hand out, placing it on his forearm absentmindedly. She wasn't really thinking when she did it, it was like a gravitational force, pulling her towards this man, this complete stranger.

"Am I going to see you again?" she mumbled, looking away from him and instantly removing her hand from his arm.

"Of course you will, Aixlana with a silent 'x' after the 'i'." He smiled warmly at her.

And with that, he was gone.

She vaguely remembered the jingle the bell on the door made as he walked out. Grabbing the back of the chair, she sat back down at the table, trying to make sense of everything. Aixlana wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, or if what had just transpired was reality, or just the lack of sleep finally catching up with her. Whatever it was, however, she knew one thing. She had liked it, and she hoped with all her heart that what he said about seeing her again would be true. Reviewing the meeting in her head, her eyes widened in remembrance as she shot up out of her chair. "He didn't pay his bill!" she cried, looking at the door. Reality suddenly crashed into her like a massive wave. She could now hear the angry complaints of the other customers who hadn't been taken care of for at least 20 minutes, and the sound of her boss, Mr. Webster, calling her into his office.

'Great going, Aixlana,' she thought to herself. 'You see a pair of pretty eyes and a tight ass and you completely lose your mind.' Shaking her head in disgust and letting out a deep sigh, she headed for Mr. Webster's office, already sure of what was going to happen next.

To Be Continued

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Hopefully chapter 2 will be up later this week.

--Roxas-Uke