So we meet again, my lovely readers... I am embarking on a new multi-chapter story. This is about a young woman's encounters with the real world doctor (but she doesn't know it's him yet...)! Please favorite, comment, or follow to let me know that you wish me to continue with this story!

Love, My Sonic Adventure

My Doctor

I ran excitedly ahead of my nerd herd (as I called them, affectionately of course), trying to make it to the Doctor Who souvenir table. It was an exhilarating yet seemingly normal October day spent in New York City. I had finally made my way to comic-con. My posse and I had seen the actors, had t-shirts signed, saw the booths, fangirled (and fanboyed) over everything, and we were all just overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all. As I ran towards the souvenir table I noticed a strange man with a Dalek plush in his hand. He was tall, with deep brown, almost black hair that flopped in his eyes. He had jeans, loafers, a t-shirt, and a blazer on- unusual attire for such an event. He looked to be about 20. He seemed to be in distress. I walked over to him. I could hear him muttering under his breath in a British accent. "Wha—is this supposed to be a dalek-no it couldn't, they've never been to this planet-"

"Hey…"

"Oh, yes hello there."

"You don't look so good their?"

"Wha- oh yes well…"

"So…you're a fan of Doctor Who?"

"Doctor Who?"

"You mean you've never heard of it?"

"Well…."

"Hit BBC television series…timelord who travels in a TARDIS…saves the universe just about every episode…weeping angels, sontarans, daleks…ring a bell?"

"Um…"

"Whatever…can't all be whovians, can we?"

"Uh…guess not"

"Well my name is Marie…you?"

"The Doctor."

"Very funny. No really…"

"Just told you."

"The Doctor? Were your parents crazy whovians or something?"

"Something like that…"

"So you're a fan, eh?"

"Not exactly."

"Hmmm?"

"You seem pretty obsessed with the show…"

"Oh, yeah…"

"First time at Comic-Con?"

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"Oh."

"You want to see something?

"Can I trust you? I mean I just met you like five minutes ago…"

"I suppose so.."

"Okay then. Hey guys!" I turned to my friends, "Um…I'll be back in a few…"

"Ready?"

"Am I?"

"Guess so…"

He offered me his arm and I took it. I had no idea were we were going and I could feel my heart pounding. I began to regret my choice. What if he's an axe murderer? Or a serial killer? Or what if-? Stop it, Marie! You are acting like a small emotionally disturbed five year old. You are 18, an adult. I think you can handle yourself. I sighed and continued to walk on, ready for the adventures that lay ahead.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! Once again, please comment, favorite, or follow to let me know that you wish to see more chapters in the future!