A/N: hola its AngelRulesTheWorldWeLivein and MyNameIsAwesome. we own nuthin exept a fake sonic screwdriver. R&R!

Chapter One

Sadie POV

All I wanted was a short vacation. And maybe play a joke on my best mates. But still, the whole "alien spaceship/time machine" thing was not on our "fun" agenda.

I should probably start at the beginning, shouldn't I? The Doctor's always warning me about that, getting things in the wrong order.

So I was sitting on a bean bag on front of the telly in my grandparents' flat watching the stupidest show I've ever seen. Liz and Emma had shown it to me, claiming "it was the best thing since mini chocolate biscuits".

Trust me, this show isn't nearly as amazing as the mini chocolateyness of mini chocolate biscuits. Not. Even. Close.

Anyway, so I was watching the most boring show in the history of the world about some bloke with stupid hair and a bowtie who goes around in a blue box that's bigger on the inside.

Cause that makes so much sense, right? It apparently did to Liz and Em because they were cheering and giggling the whole time, while I just sat there, wishing I hadn't lived in England, the home of this show, for most of my life.

"I'll be right back," I muttered once I'd had enough of this torture. The other two ignored me, their full attentions focused on some idiot dressed as a Roman and a Scottish girl with 'ginger' hair.

Being bored, and having nothing else to do, I decided to call Uncle Amos. He insisted while I was away to call him every day, so he would know I'm still alive. Seriously! He doesn't trust me with ANYTHING!

Anyway, I dialed his number, and spoke the password 'egypt is alive' into the receiver.

Amos picked up with a very loud "SADIE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THE PAST FOUR WEEKS?" oops. I guess I over extended my holiday to visit 'dad' (aka Anubis).

"I'm at Gramp's flat." I told him. "My mates Liz and Emma are watching some stupid 'Doctor' show or something." I ranted "have you heard of it?"

"Of course I've heard of it, I was the one who put the cameras in the TARDIS" he mumbled, probably thinking I couldn't hear.

"no sweetie" he said a bit louder.

"Uncle Amos, is that show real?" I inquired, having heard every word of what he just said.

"N-n-no of course not, sweetie." He said, a little too fast for my liking.

"Thanks Amos, that's all I needed to know" I replied, grinning evily.