Another prompt :D meg meets the Doctor. A few head cannons may pop up.

The doctor stood in the doorway of his Tardis. What a fantastic day! The birds were singing, the wind was blowing, the sun was shining. So why did things feel so...off?

Maybe it was the woman in a leather jacket holding a gun to his head. Perhaps even more disturbing was Canton Delaware standing just a few feet off. "How'd you know?" she asked, turning to him.

"Call it instinct," Canton Delaware was not acting like his usual self.

"Get in the box!" Oh was he being addressed?

"Umm...no!" The Doctor smiled, smiling is important.

"Now." she blinked and her eyes turned black...not just the irises, the entire eye was black, as if instead of eyeballs she had opal marbles in her head. This wasn't normal...the Doctor got into his Tardis because he had just encountered something he did not recognize, and that did not often happen.

"Good, now, I need to find someone." she was smart, she never took her eyes off him, never lowered the weapon. "I need you to do that for me."

"Well...ummm...I'm sorry I'm going to need some more information," The Doctor smiled again.

"Like?"

"What's your name?"

"Meg, Why?"

"Nice to meet you, Meg. I'm the Doctor."

"I know who you are, now find Cas."

"Oh, snippy are you? Whose this 'Cas', your girlfriend?"

"Something like that. Can you find him?"

"I dont know, maybe." The doctor pressed a few buttons idly, "Do you have something of his?"

The girl held out a crumpled tie. There was something tragic about it. The Doctor took it from the girl, because there was something tragic in her too. It took seconds to sonic it, all the DNA said human, but there was an odd sort of residuals energy the Doctor had also never encountered. It was unique, that was good. Unique things could be traced. The Timelord had a decision to make, help her, or leave her. Well that wasn't any kind of choice at all, was it?

"Right! Here we go, put that gun away, we're off to find good old Cassie!" The doctor slid the gun he had just plucked from her grip into the drawer. She was making one of those odd pouty faces people often made when he took their weapons.

"Give that back!"

"No." The Doctor smiled, this time it was genuine, "Now then, Meg, are you ready for an adventure?"