Authors note: Hi people, this is my first ever fan fiction so I hope you all enjoy reading it and that it isn't too bad. Anyways I wish I owned doctor who that way Donna would still have her memories but alas I don't have that privilege. I do however own my OC. This story will be AU in certain bits due to when it was written.

Since I wrote in under the assumption that Paul McGann's Doctor regenerated into Eccleston's the story will now compensate to fit that idea as I do not wish to change my initial story line. So this means the 9th Doctor really will be the 9th regeneration and will appear in the 50th instead of John Hurt's Doctor. However this does not mean I'm getting rid of John Hurt's Doctor as I plan to have Ten regenerate sometime after Journey's end into him and then die as ten would have by saving Wilf. I promise though that my killing ten early will be counter balanced for the reason why he dies which should make his death at least a little bit more acceptable and easier to handle.

So now that you have been warned of the different time line and your still interested please do read on.

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Like any other fan of Doctor who Rachael had occasionally wondered what it would be like to meet the Doctor. Despite being 23 years old she would still wistfully daydream about being one of his companions, one who wouldn't blindly follow him but instead run beside him.

Hands up Rachael would not deny the fact she thought of some of the Doctors as attractive but sometimes the whole damsel in distress/ogling fan girl some of his companions had really hit a nerve. True no one would ever be level with the doctor but did they really have to act like...like…well like sheep. The Tardis showed more intuitive than them at times and she was a ship! Albeit an alive ship technically but the point still stood.

Still Rachael herself was not completely innocent of not idolising the doctor to some extent. He was a sun, the contentment from his rays, capable of both warmth and blistering heat. He sustained life in a precarious balance, such a power he weld, the mighty storm…

So it was quite a shock to Rachael when her occasional daydreams turned into a reality and she ended up in the whoverse.

In the Tardis.

A crashing Tardis.

One she didn't recognize.

A crashing Tardis that was on fire, filling with smoke, shaking about violently and a man in tattered clothing rushing about the console.

Thus her previous expectations of the whoverse were smashed.

And she saw the Doctor for who he really was.

And her heart broke for him…

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(Rachael's P.O.V)

Any italic words with "" around them are words thought only but still in the present.

My last night on earth or at least my earth was no different than any other. A tiring three hour lecture at my university left me mentally drained and by the time I reached my apartment after a particular stressful day at work I felt ready to collapse. Work had been drawn out longer than usual thanks to an incident that occurred earlier in the shop which I had to write out the report for and to top it all off the busses were delayed. Thus by the time I unlocked the front door all I could really manage was a quick wave and some sort of grunt to my house mates before heading straight to my bedroom.

In my hazy state I slammed the room's door behind me before flopping down on my bed, successfully face planting my pillows. After a couple of heartbeats of just lying there slowly sinking into the fabric of the bed I considered momentarily getting into by PJ's.

Turning my head to the left side I glanced at my feet which were hanging off the side of the bed, still sitting in the black plimsolls I had worn for work. Groaning at the effort I managed (after the first three failed attempts) to kick off the annoying shoes before giving in at any further attempt to get undressed and relaxed back into my duvet.

My muscles felt really worn down like I was wearing wet demin and I couldn't be bothered to move any further which meant I would be sleeping in my work clothes. The thought of the white shirt I wore under my long black cardigan or my black just above the knee length skirt getting creased didn't seem to register on an emotional level and I found myself too tired to care. Some nagging thought at the back at my head told me I would later, that this complacency was probably due to the ever increasing headache I had built up since the middle of my shift and was now painfully distracting. I had just enough energy to move my bare feet as I wasn't wearing any tights and my socks had come off with my shoes onto my bed before my eyes drifted shut.

I don't know how long I slept but I do know those hours/minutes in my sleep were my last moments spent on the place I grew up in. Typical of me when I think about it, spending my last moment's completely oblivious to the world instead of doing something more meaningful. But then again most people never realize they're living their final moments. I don't know I guess I just feel l wasted so much time back then…I like to think what happened, me leaving wasn't an end but more of an eye opener, a second chance…

*Thump*

"Ergh…Wha..?" was the intelligent noise that came from my mouth after being rudely awoken from my much needed nap.

"Did I fall outa bed?" I thought to myself, my mind still shaking off the remains of sleep as I brought my knee's towards myself ready to curl up and go back to sleep despite lying on the floor.

Whilst doing so I noticed the floor's texture felt different than usual. Instead of the worn but still somewhat soft grey carpet I had expected (as past experience off one bad hangover and waking up on said carpet had told me) I felt the distinct cold touch of what seemed to a smooth bit flooring that most certainly did not resemble a carpet.

Cracking open an eye I was surprised when my thoughts were proven correct as the floor was now some sort of smooth wood and as my eyes (which were both open now) adjusted to the dim lighting I could see the odd tile pattern spread out amongst the otherwise wooden floor.

Of course this brought on a brief moment of confusion where I second guessed if I was dreaming or not, a notion that was quickly discarded when the room shook so bad that I managed to role twice to the right before stopping when I hit some sort of concrete slab.

Turning to face the concrete slab I noticed it was a platform to hold up a large metal like structure/column thing. Not really thinking about it, I grabbed hold of the metal beam my fingers slipping in between the holes in it and used it to hoist myself up.

Moving my grip with me so that I was now standing, I used the beam as some sort of support as the room shook violently once again. Clinging on, I tried to gather my wits burying down the panic and other important but at the moment useless question like "What the hell?!" and "Earthquake?!" as I tried to get my bearings.

I moved a strand of my strawberry blonde (not ginger) hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear to see without it getting in the way. Just what was going on I didn't know but freaking out would not help, nor would it make the problem go away so I had to keep hold of some sense of calm. Clenching the hand that was not holding onto to the metal beam I took a deep centring breath before looking around.

I had been looking towards the back of the room previously at what appeared to be a victorian styled study room which was why I was under the assumption the shaking might be caused by an earthquake. But as I followed the metal beam up to see where it lead (my curiosity getting the better of me, forcing me to turn) what I saw made me freeze.

Was this some sort of joke?

Because if it wasn't I was wrong before as I must be dreaming.

There was no way what I was seeing was real.

The rest of the interior may be different, but there was no denying it. That centre control system with the column in the middle so different yet…so, so familiar… There was no denying it…

"No way…" escaped my mouth in a hoarse sleep ridden voice with a hint of surprise in the tone.

Blue eyes widened oblivious to the fire on the console or the man working frantically on the other side of it both oblivious to the other's presence.

"I'm…I'm…But how…? I'm in the TARDIS!?" her eyes widening even more in surprise.

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So first chapter of my first ever fanfic, hope you enjoyed. Purposely gave out as little information on the character as possible as will find out more as the story progresses. I know it's short but as the first chapter I'm kind of testing the water's first if you can understand.