Hello readers! I'm back. Seeing as my birthday is coming up this Wednesday, I've decided to write this. Mostly to try to get out of my writer's block, aside from other things.

Now, I am also finishing up on a couple of chapters from my other works, they just need editing.

Now, without further ado

Oh, right.

Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who, and the rest. Just my character, Leslie.

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I've written in you. But that's mostly because I had nothing more to give to you.

I've told you my hopes and crushes, my short terms goals about the future.

I felt that's all I would write for the rest of the year.

I though wrong.

I have a story to tell. I'm writing it all in one sitting for fear that it would all be one vivid dream.

Or, if the universe is really cruel, the start of a mental breakdown.

Well, here is the story of a lifetime.

Leslie Lopez wakes up to her alarm of an 8-bit version of 'I am The Doctor'. She felt a flutter in her brown stringy bedhair. She quickly puts her hands in her hair and shakes it. A white cockroach falls onto the bed.

Relieved, she grabs the roach, with a plastic bag and throws it out the window.

She looks at the clock.

5:55.

She smiles knowingly as she climbs down the latter towards her study table. Her hands trails towards a compartment on the left side. Opening it, she carefully sets it on the table.

Sitting down, she takes a deep breath. She has to finish this soon, or it would be too late.

She turns on the battered HP laptop of three years. She would wonder if one of these days that it would finally conk out on her, leaving her to spend most of her time left here in payed computer stations for hours at a time, writing away. She shoves away that thought.

She opens up a saved document titled 'The Doctor enters the 'real world' '.

Not a good orignal title, she thought as she shifts in her seat.

She chances at the clock. 6:05.

She looks back at the computer. Glancing at her last complete sentence.

"I came here in my Tardis." The Doctor said to the ever-growing confused teenager.

"That's not even-"

She struggles to finish that sentience.

She opens up an old document, centered on LOST and five 'new' castaways.

She looks around her room for inspiration. She stops at small police box holder that her mother has made for her.

She grumbles on how Doctor Who has now become her muse and made it next to impossible to write anything other that the show.

She opens up a new document.

Her hands waiver on the key board.

To meta, or not to meta, She though as different settings, monsters, 'real world' plots appear in her head.

She looks at the clock again. 6:23.

She closes the laptop, safely puts it back, and walks towards her closet for her school uniform.

As she does, she turns on the music feature on her phone, set to 'It's a Five o' clock world' by the Vouges.

She sings along as she puts on her light blue sweater, her long skirt and her long socks, topped off with black running shoes.

" 'Cause it's a five o' clock world and the whistle's blows, no one owns a piece of my time..'" She sings ,slightly off-key. "And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes. Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah..."

Around the same moment, a slight girlish scream is heard throughout the ever-changing time vortex.

"NOT AGAIN!" The Doctor shouts as his darling Tardis is shaking about. "This is the third time this happened already!"

His grip starts to falter on the handlebar attached to the monitor. He widen his eyes as he sees their next destination.

"Mexico? Chilpan-cinco?"

With a sigh, Leslie packs up her laptop into her sports backpack. She's startled by a distant crash. She tries her best to ignore the sound. It's not in her place to check. Even if she has the urge to pry.

"Leslie?" Her mother calls out to her, holding a bright blue cup filled with cereal.

Leslie looks at the cup. "Mama, esta bien. Yo bo a comer quando yo tengo mi hora de descanso."

Translation: Mom, it's fine. I'll eat when I have my break.

"Tu dijites eso la otra vez. Y tu comisten ese mitad de la papaya."

Translation: You said that the last time, and you ended up eating the half of the papaya.

"Tu dijites fue para mi." Leslie said in defence.

Translation: You said it was for me.

"Pará los dos de nosotros."

Translation: For the both of us.

Leslie slowly nods as she takes the cup. "Esta bien, pero por favor cheque para la combi. Yo no quedo a ser tarde otra vez."

Translation: Fine. But please check for the mini bus. I don't want to late again.

The Doctor, annoyed at their less than delicate landing, smacks the monitor again to see where are they.

"Oh! It is Mexico!" He grins as he spins around. "Wonderful! It's been a while, being here." He stops spinning as he sees the date.

June 3, 2013.

The Doctor looks at it oddly. "We're spending a lot of time in early 21st century, aren't we, dear?"

The Tardis hums in agreement.

The Doctor pats the console affectionately. "Well, let's makes the most of it, eh?"

Just a few seconds after that, the lights start to flicker, on and off.

"Lovely,"

"It's not that lovely." Leslie said to her mother, as she is handed her plastic headband, adorned with a red bowtie on top.

Her mother smiles knowingly at her.

Leslie smiles. "Okay, yeah." She hugs her mother just as she hears the normal hum of the approaching mini bus.

"Try and be back early."

"I'll try." Leslie descends from the metal latter towards the 'bus' stop, careful of not running to fast, in fear of damaging her goods.

With the remaining power, the Doctor tries his hand at something he never though he would do, again; researching a Mexican city for a generated power source.

His fingers type as quickly as he could think, which, just as soon as he found his answer, were blistered red.

With a breathing sigh, he stated, "Bingo."

As soon as Leslie gets on the 'combi', she notice that she's barely alone on the small bus. Oh sure, there were passengers, but most of them were in the front. She's just fine where she was, though. In the back. Next to the window. With her phone/music player.

That was all she needed to starve the growing boredom that comes from traveling the familiar path, day in, day out, for 11 months straight.

And to help with her increasing problem about her stories. As she would do almost, every day, thinks about her characters.

Will Susan be revealed this book or the second?

Should I tone down Faith's 'Abed' tendencies?

Why can't I write everything down already?

Leslie had always known that she was ... unusual in thinking for her age, especially where she is. But ever since she was 10, she thought about writing a whole series of works down. Comprised from the most creative of series, to most unorthodox of daytime soap operas.

She just can't do it.

As she looks back towards the window besides her, the bus stops. And a strange pale man boards the bus.

This man is wearing a tweed jacket, with the dark brown patches on the elbows, as if he was on of those old professors, and a red bowtie. She takes a quick look at him, noting that he has a cute baby face. He takes a seat on the other corner of the long back seat.

She glances outside to see a bright blue police box, in the middle of a field, in a city where no one has heard of Doctor Who.

Okay, watching The Last Angry Geek's reviews of series 7, made you nostalgic again, and made you think about Pre-Clara Doctor. She tries to convince herself. And forceful breathes in and out. She looks back at the strange man.

He's fiddling around with a light green flashlight. Which, upon closer inspection, looks identical to... Eleveth's sonic screwdriver.

No. Way.

A/N: So, for the different language thing. I wanted to set up what language they were speaking, seeing as in that city there are 10 different languages spoken. And I partly wanted to show off my writing in a different language skills.

The last Angry Geek is a reviewer from That Guy with the glasses .com, who reviews episodes from Doctor Who from time to time. I suggest to check him out, at least to get a different opinion on things.

Another thing, I know that this feels... self inserty, BUT there's a reason for this.

Review, please. I'll post another chapter tomorrow.

Songs used for the chapter:

'five o'clock world' by the Vouges.