Summary: Freya and her best friend Ernest stumble across the TARDIS and Ernest is determined to change movies for the better, but with disastrous consequences.

Also, spoilers for the end of Titanic but I'm sure you've seen it... Enjoy :)

"No! No no no! This is all wrong, can't you see?" I sighed and looked at Ernest Wells, my best friend. His facial expressions and large, violent gestures reflected perfectly the mood he was in- an annoying one. I sat back on the comfy sofa with the cushion in my arms and tears streaming down my face, glaring at him.

"Play it, Ernest. We're up to the best yet saddest part- the climax of the whole film!" I really wanted to see what happened- did Jack and Rose survive and live happily ever after? Or did they both die in the disaster? Either way, I wanted to know- it was just heart wrenching- and my stupid friend wouldn't play the film again.

"No! I can't continue Freya," he said, glancing sideways at my tear stained face. His shoulders slumped but he didn't give in. "It's wrong and so predictable- I could see what was going to happen thirty minutes into the film and for Titanic, that's not much. It's obvious- Jack's going to-"

I stuck my fingers in my ears and began singing loudly to block out his rants. "Nah nah naha na nah!" My word he could be annoying sometimes! We had been sitting on my sofa for the best part of three hours watching Titanic and for most of it Ernest had been nodding and grunting like the apprentice director he was, analysing each part. Sometimes he'd go back and rewind to look in more detail at the scene and I didn't mind that. But now that it was the best part of the film- the deciding moment in which we discover the way things will turn out- he stops it and goes on a rant. I briefly took my fingers out of my ears but immediately reversed that action when I heard he was still going on and on. And on.

And on.

"Okay, you can stop now!" I shouted after about ten minutes. It was already getting late and I wanted to finish the movie before we had to return it to the rental store the next day. "I want to see the ending, okay?" He stopped talking. "Okay. Press play."

"I love you Jack," Rose said and a sombre mood sank onto the scene.

"No... don't you say your goodbyes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it." I felt a sob rack through my body- was this the way it had to end? Next to me, Ernest tutted but he didn't pause it. I could tell what he was going to say, though. It's so cheesy.

He skipped a few minutes and I elbowed his ribs and grinned up at him. He smiled down at me and then looked back at the screen- just a few more minutes until the end of this three hour long film.

"Oh Jack." All will, hope and spirit left her as she stared at her lover's dead body. She looked at the life boat, which was further away, the voices fainter, then back at Jack. She was so weak and there was no pint living without him. Tears cascaded down my face and I hugged the already-sodden cushion tightly. This was not the ending I expected! They were both supposed to live happily ever after but then Jack, who hadn't even seen the world fully like he wanted to, had to go and die.

"I'll never let go, Jack," Rose whispered before releasing her grasp on his hand and watching him fall under the water to the ocean depths, joining the hundreds of others who had already died. Another loud sob racked my body as I saw that Rose took Jack's surname at the end. I was truly a mess when the credits rolled as my face was streaked with mascara, my eyes were puffed red like a baby panda and my black glasses were steamed up. Ernest, whose face was free from tear stains or any sort of sadness, took one look at me and laughed for several minutes.

"Your face is priceless!" he guffawed. "In all serious though it wasn't that sad and was so predictable. You know what, if I could go back in time, I would change the ending so that it would leave the viewers shocked and it would literally change history, I'm telling you!" I raised my eyebrows and nodded slowly- as if he could even make a film!

"Right," I yawned and stretched my arms, glancing out the corner of my eye at the clock. "Midnight! Oh my gosh, mum's going to kill me! Well, I suppose I should, erm, go. Er..." With a strange look on his face he gazed at me. "So, I'll get my stuff..."

"Yeah. Yes, sure. Definitely," he said, slightly distantly. I made my way to the door and slung my rucksack on my back. He twisted the white nob and the door swung open so I stepped out, shivering from the contrast in the temperature. Delicate snowflakes fell slowly to the concrete floor, flitting in the breeze on their way down; it was almost like a dance and I was entranced by their beautiful movements.

"Thanks Ernest," I smiled and went to leave, knowing I'd see him tomorrow anyway, but I felt his hand grab my hoodie and pull me back. "What, I err..." I asked confusedly whilst he gazed at me again – he'd never done this before. His delicate hands tilted my chin up and I looked into his eyes- they were a whirlpool of colour; blue mixed with grey and hazel, and a little bit of yellow and gold blended in too. His scruffy blonde hair fell over his face as he leaned in. Wait- he was going to kiss me? He was my best friend, not my boyfriend. I wasn't Rose and he wasn't Jack. I turned my cheek before he could kiss my lips. This was weird- I needed to get out of here.

"I, err, don't want to," I muttered as he pulled away and I stepped back. I already had a boyfriend from university- I didn't was to be double dating or whatever it was called.

"Of course, no. Matty, isn't he? Erm... Y-you will come back tomorrow, won't you?" He asked nervously but a look of hurt was spreading across his face and he couldn't control it. "I'm not annoying you, am I? I just want to get through all of these movies for the assessment."

"No, no, of course. I understand, Ernest – I've got my own studies to be doing as well, not that I don't- It doesn't matter." I had never been tongue-tied around my best friend before so I just walked off into the snowy surroundings.

"Twelve then?" he called as I plodded through the deep snow, my sky-blue wellies only just tall enough not to let any snow into them.

"Twelve," I confirmed but I never looked back to the yellow glow coming from his front door and his scruffy-haired silhouette.

As I made my way around the corner I saw something I didn't expect- a blue police box. But this was the year two thousand and thirteen, surely all of those were removed decades ago, yet one still remained. Looking back, I should have walked on and never taken notice of the strange box but I just had to investigate, didn't I? Even though I knocked lightly, powdery snow still fell from the sloped roof and onto my hair. I brushed it off gently, not wanting the cold substance to melt and make my hair wet.

"Hello?" I asked. There was no reply. Silence. I knocked three times. Silence again. "Is there anyone in there?" I asked, louder this time. It seemed there wasn't. I should have just walked away but curiousness took over me. The key for the lock was nowhere to be seen but I had a feeling I knew where a spare one might be. In university, I always kept the spare key on the frame above the door, away from prying eyes. After glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching, I stood on tiptoe and reached up, feeling along the wooden edge of the blue box. Sure enough, there was a small silver key there. I carefully stepped down and turned the key in the lock. It clicked open and the door swung back, an orange light emitting from inside. I looked back, knowing this could be illegal but who cares? They say you only live once, after all. Taking a deep breath I stepped from the freezing snow into the warm glow.

Curious! What will happen next? Thoughts? Thanks for reading! :)