I start this story with a simple idea. I bought myself a birthday gift. (cuz, lets face it. Only I know what I want.) I bought myself a light saber. And a Eleventh doctor action figure, complete with sonic screwdriver and cowboy hat. And as I held the action figure container, I decided not to open it. To keep it in its casing. To place upon my desk for a smile.

But…the little idea crossed my mind. But, what if the action figure….actually BECAME the doctor! What if, in some Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey way, my little action figure…became the doctor?

Well, that was all the push that my overactive imagination needed, and within 2 days, I have a nice story plotted out in my head. And now, that it is mostly charted out, I shall write it out! My sonic screwdriver at hand, (tenth)

And my action figure at my other, by Thor's hammer Mjolnir, I shall write this story!

Be warned: while the main character in this story shares the same name and build as my other O.C. they are not the same!

The ground beneath me shakes, roars, and tilts beneath me. I struggle for a handhold, yet my eyes are glittering. I scream with joy. I am traveling in the Tardis, trough time and space.

Wait! How did this start?

Lets rewind. Three days before this all happened. Before I met the doctor.

Since you know the doctor, lets start with me. When this all started I was Eighteen, lounging alone in my room on a long summers night in New York. I live in Queens, one of the five boroughs of New York City. While I did not live in the city of Manhattan itself, I didn't grow up all my life that far from it.

With my curly, brown hair in my face, I tapped my hands on the desk to the beat pounding into my ears from my headphones. And then, it happened. A tapping sound. At the time I didn't know what it was. A tapping sound. I pulled my headphones off my ears and the loud Irish band stopped singing. I looked around my room, even up. My fan ceiling fan rotated as usual.

I was alone in the house.

My parents were off on a special vacation, just the two of them. My siblings probably would have called if anyone planned on dropping in, and that didn't sound like our heavy door. I got up to my full 5'1 height and walked a few feet to the window facing the street. There was no one there, but the wind was blowing hard.

"the wind blew over one of the trash cans." I told myself. I pulled off my glasses and cleaned them with my shirt.

"nothing to be scared of." I muttered to myself. At the time, I was only a slightly paranoid person. No more or less than others. But watching doctor who has made me a smidge more than normal. I sat down again. I was a bit to startled for the music. I picked up the book I was reading instead. And it happened. AGAIN!

I pinched my upper nose. it's just the house…settling." I said aloud. In truth, I had never heard this sound before. I heard it again, and I froze. This time I was sure it came from nearby! Was it a burglar?! No…..the sound was far too soft.

I quickly stood up and turned around the room. posters on the wall, clothes, books, random toys and fandom items, scattered about the room.

"Sara." I told myself.

"you are getting far too paranoid for your own good." I sat down again. I put my head down and barely scanned the first few words when I heard it very clearly, right in front of me. Tap! Slowly, I lifted my head. Nothing was in front of me but a stack of books, my Captain America plushy, and my doctor who action figure ,wearing cowboy hat. still in its casing. I didn't have the heart to take it out. I bought it for myself not long ago.

What the… why was the case on its back? I picked it up to put it back and I noticed, it felt a bit heavier than it should have. I brought it closer. Why was the figure all crumpled? Did it melt? I tilted the box in front of my face and to my surprise, the body and head lolled forward.

The head picked up, and the small action figure, looked me in the eye.

"Gah!" I screamed and dropped the box. The figure inside moved with the fall and its face had a look of pain on it.

It took me a few moments, but when my thoughts came back to me, I picked up the case and tore the thin cardboard backing from the harder plastic casing. The I took off the front cover of the plastic casing and threw it aside. What was left was the…..now breathing action figure, lying in the plastic molding designed to keep it in place. The twine restraints still around its arms and legs.

Its eyes were closed. It was breathing heavily. Sucking in the air.

I just stared at the thing not a foot from my face.

What the fuck had just happened?

As if the toy had heard my thought, it lifted its head and blinked at me.

"Hello." he said nonchalantly and a little out of breath. As if he wasn't a toy.

"Hello." I parroted out of sheer stupidity. My eyes were very wide at this point.

"where am I then?" he asked me. He sounded like the Doctor! Well duh! He was a replica of the Doctor! Who else would he sound like? Tom Huddleston?

"In my room." I replied in a small voice, for lack of a better answer.

"ah." he put his head back down and closed his eyes again. He tried to lift his arms, but found that he couldn't due to the twine locking him to the plastic.

"would you mind helping me get up?" he asked very politely.

"sure." I replied and reached over to pick up the case to open the knots.

It-he? I wasn't sure, watched my hands as I picked up the case he was currently tied to and released his limbs one by one.

Once that was done, he stepped onto my desk, as happy as a clam.

"right then. Where is your room?" he asked looking up at me. I closed my eyes tightly.

"this is just a weird dream. This is not happening. I'm going to wake up in the morning and find that I opened the case to my eleventh doctor figure and be very upset."

"I can hear you, you know!" exclaimed the small figure from near my elbow.

"dream check!" I announced and sharply pinched my upper arm.

"Ow!" I opened my eyes. The figure was still on my desk looking amused.

I pushed the chair away from the desk and whorled around it. It was now between me, and the thing. My back at the bureau.

"what are you?!" I pointed an accusatory finger at the 6'½ inch figure.

"Oh I'm sorry. Terribly rude of me. I'm the Doctor." he grinned.

I shook my head, my curls flying.

"No. the Doctor has a Tardis. The Doctor looks human. The Doctor isn't that size!" my voice getting louder and shriller with each accusation.

"and if you can just point me to my Tardis I'll be on my way." he looked around.

"where is it?" he asked, looking back to me when he saw that it wasn't in the room.

"Wait. Wait. You, are the Doctor?" I said. The accusing finger pointing at him again.

"Yes. Though I'm not usually at this size. Unless I am at this size and you just happen to be of a race that is much bigger than me, but I find that improbable, since you know about my Tardis and you are clearly human,"

My mouth opened and closed a few times.

With my back to the bureau, I slid down to the floor and hid my face in my knees.

"this isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening!" I told myself, on the verge of a panic attack.

"Oh, its happening all right!" said the fi-Doctor as he sat on the edge of my desk his feet dangling in the air.

"you better get used to this stuff!" he yelled to me from his perch a few feet away. I groaned and put my head back down.

"What's this then? How can this be so bad for you?" he asked me and himself.

I looked up.

"is something wrong?" he asked me concern on his small face.

I took in a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

Ok. This is actually the Doctor. The REAL Doctor. Not even an action figure would do that. Ask about others feelings. I was having an Indian-in the-cupboard moment. It was a premonition that I was going to be having many more of those feelings in the nearby future.

I slowly stood up. The doctor scrambled to his feet as well. His hand touched his head, and he noticed the hat. He pulled it off.

"I love this hat! Where did you get it?" he asked me.

"it came with you…." I replied lamely.

"speaking of which, you don't seem the type to own a slave, and if you did, you wouldn't have been so shocked to seem me."

"Hey! You were an action figure not five minutes ago! I bought you at toys'R'us a few months ago! And you were an action figure since then!"

I yelled. He winced and covered his ears with his hands.

I covered my mouth with mine.

"sorry, sorry." I whispered.

"it's fine. Just don't yell." he rubbed his ears.

"its nice to know you have some backbone, miss…..?" he trailed off.

"oh! Sara. Sara Gluck." some instinct of mine put out a hand to shake his with. He stepped back from the hand that approached. My face burned with embarrassment. I was about to pull the hand away when he reached and grabbed my pointer finger.

"a pleasure to meet you miss Gluck." as I pulled my hand away, he lifted his hat in a cowboy greeting.

"now, judging from your accent and the items in this room, I can safely guess…..New York….around early twenty first century." he declared with a nod of his head. I nodded.

"Queens, twenty twelve." I told him, nodding.

"now that we have the when and where down pat, I need to work out another where. Where is my Tardis. You don't happen to have it, do you?"

I shook my head.

"just you. And you just-!" I pointed to the casing still on the desk.

"Alright! Alright! We don't need to go back to that! I think I'll be staying like this, until I can get back to my Tardis at least." he finished, pacing around my desk in thought.

"yeah." I replied I a slightly vague voice and poked him gently in the side.

"hey!" he yelled, jumping. his previous train of thought de-railed.

"sorry." I replied, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"its just….you…..may I?" I asked him holding out my right hand palm up on the desktop not two inches from him. He looked at the hand, then at me.

"and what happens if I say no?" he asked, suspicious and curious.

"then I will respect your privacy and wont pick you up." I pulled my hand back and placed it on my lap. My cheeks still burning, even hotter if possible.

"you're not a toy, at least not anymore." I said. I hung my head in shame.

He cocked his head, giving me a quizzical look.

"definitely human." he said. "but I've never met one like you before." he continued. "you're accepting me as a person very quickly. I was but a doll not long ago!"

"action figure." I corrected. "I hate dolls, but you are the Doctor." I concluded. He walked the few inches closer to me.

"and if you recall, I didn't actually say no." he said, craning his neck to look me in the eye. The tips of my mouth lifted into a small smile.

Ever so slowly, I offered him my hand. He stepped onto it, lost his footing on my palm, and sat down, crossing his legs Indian style. He was a bit heavier than I expected, but only a bit. I picked my hand up from the table, closer to my face. I ran my finger over his coat and bow tie. I gently pressed one finger to one side of his chest, then the other. I could feel both of his hears beating fast.

"and that's the deal breaker." I murmured. "two hearts." he felt inside his jacket.

"you wouldn't happen to know where my sonic is, would you?"

I nodded.

"it was in the casing." slowly, I got up and walked over to the window area, to the front casing that I had thrown on the floor in my haste. I crouched and bought him down to the floor to it. He jumped off my hand and pulled the (now real ) Sonic screwdriver from the flimsy piece of tape that was keeping it in the case. He tested it.

"everything seems to be working fine." he declared. I had a thought, and I stood up in a fluid motion. His eyes widened as he scrambled back in alarm. Tripping over a sock on the floor.

I bent back down.

"sorry!" I said offering a hand, helping him back to his feet.

"I didn't mean to frighten you." I said my voice very soft.

"its not your fault." he assured me, straightening his jacket and bow tie.

" I wasn't prepared for the size of everything." he went on.

"is this a sock?" he asked me, Disbelieving.

"yeah." I said, picking it up and tossing it to the corner of stuff that needs to go to the hamper. Again, I slowly reached out my hand. He made no move to stop me. This time, I put my hand behind him as I placed my pointer and thumb under his arms, and gently lifted him up. I could feel his hearts beating. I was barely gripping him, though I wasn't going to drop him. As I got up and took a step forward, I asked him "are you alright with this mode of transportation?" he put his head on his fist, leaning on my finger.

" one of the smoothest." he declared. "though I prefer my Tardis, no offense." my shoulders shook once with a short laugh.

"none taken." I gently placed him on his feet back on the desk. I moved to the bureau. And searched for something. It didn't take me long to find it.

"ah-HA!" I pulled the small replica from underneath my Optimus prime truck. I presented the doctor with a replica of his previous sonic screwdriver. He was surprised. I placed it on the desk. He approached it slowly, and gave it a scan with the real sonic. He looked at it, and then he looked at me.

"first, you know who I am, you know my Tardis, and then you have a copy of my old sonic, even if all it does is light up. How-Where did you learn all about me?" he asked, bewildered.

I took off my glasses with one hand and with the other, I face-palmed. How was I going to explain this to him?

He scanned me with the sonic and nodded at the result.

"yeah, human, earth. Just as I thought." I sighed, and picked myself up.

"are you sure you want the answer?" I asked him. He nodded and sat down for a story.

"what's the worst that can happen?" he asked a mischievous grin on his face.

"I could be tearing a hole in the space-time continuum by telling you." I continued.

"the right trigger words could cause a void in your memory to forget all that you've ever done, the Daleks could be scanning the world and trace you here to your diminished scale and fight. The-" he cut me off.

"those are some very bad scenarios." I shrugged.

"you asked me, I answered." was my reply.

"but the first answer is the most obvious. What I think I can tell you without doing any damage, is that I know of you, and your adventures and challenges. Many people here do, and adore you." his eyes were glazed over in thought, he looked somewhere at my door, not really seeing it, I suspected. I gave him a few moments before asking

"Doctor?" he snapped out of it.

"you say my name funny." he said out of nowhere, with a silly smile.

"well of course it sounds funny! all you've ever known are British or Scottish girls. You hear Doc-tah or Doc-tahar. I, as an American, pronounce the word Doc-tor." he stood up.

"well that settles it then."

"what?"

"when I get back to my regular size, I'll have to take along an American girl." the goofy grin was contagious.

A small gurgle sound was made. The Doctor grabbed his stomach.

"you wouldn't happen to have any eats, would you?" he asked.

"of course." I offered him my hand, he stepped on.

"to the kitchen!" I declared.

TEN MINUTES LATER….

We are at the table. Me, eating a banana. Him, eating a scrambled egg an olive, and a cracker. He was enjoying it, but where was he putting it?! The egg was at least a third of his size! I got a shot glass for him for water. He was taking everything in stride. He pushed the plate away (barley managed to move it two inches)and with a content sigh he patted his stomach.

"that was marvelous. Where did you learn to cook?" I shrugged.

"I taught myself. Scrambled eggs are one of my better dishes." he raised an eyebrow. "your worst?" he asked.

"I once unintentionally murdered some potatoes." he barked out a laugh.

"now I'm thinking that the parents aren't here, or else they would be around or your would be a lot more nervous. Do they know about me as well?" I shook my head.

"my parents are in Vegas for a convention for my dad's work. And also for vacation."

"no siblings or pets?" he questioned.

"no pets, and the three sibs are all moved out. Two of them have kids."

"and the other?"

"single."

"you?"

"the same. I don't have a boyfriend." at the other end of the table my cell phone buzzed. "that's probably my mother. She's almost like beetle juice, she can hear when her name is said!" and lo and behold, it was my mother.

"hi mom."

"hey, how's everything doing."

"fine." I told her.

"did you get the bed ready for your friend?" she asked me. What…oh no! I for got that one of my friends was coming over later tomorrow and sleeping over!

"not yet." I told her. "soon."

"your father and I are going to see the blue men group. I'll call you tomorrow!" she cut off when I heard a loud ringing.

"enjoy the show, have a good night." I said loudly into the phone and ended the call.

"your friend?" the doctor questioned.

"yeah….." I said slowly. "I planned for a friend to come over tomorrow and the next day. Oh, my gosh, she'll freak when she see's you. She's a bigger fan then I am!" he eyed my phone.

"mind if I take a look at the cell?"

"nope." I placed the fake blackberry next to him. It wasn't the fanciest of phones, I didn't need that, but I didn't have to worry about it breaking when I dropped it.

"would it be alright if I used it to connect to the Tardis?"

"as long as you can put it back to the way it was before, be my guest!"

He bent down next to the device and the sonic screwdriver made some odd sounds. He pressed a long combination on numbers into the phone before hitting call. And to my surprise it rang. It rang three times before it was picked up.

"hello?" a Scottish voice asked.

"Amy!" yelled the doctor.

"Amy?!"

"are you and Rory alright?" he asked.

"Amy and Rory, as in THE Amy and Rory?!" I squealed.

"Doctor, who's that? And how can you be on the phone when you're here…...passed out?" the doctor gave me a worried look. He looked back at the phone.

"Amy, tell me the last thing that happened. The last thing I remember was being in the Tardis, talking to you." he said slowly and seriously.

" then the Tardis made a weird nose that I never heard before, and a mechanical voice yelled "preservation," the next thing you were yelling and pulling a few leavers and switches and then you passed out a few minutes ago." I stayed silent.

" Amy, what was that sound?" he Doctor asked carefully.

"I don't know, it was like a vweep vweep, and then a gong sound." she said.

"and the lights turned blue. They still are." Chimed in Rory with his two cents. The doctor looked angry and devastated.

"Rory, look at the screen, where does it say you are?"

"central park."

"when?!" the doctor yelled. Rory named the date.

"that's three days away!" I exclaimed.

"alright! Amy and Rory, I'm having a little out of body experience. I'm safe, and with a friend. hold on a moment." he walked away from the phone a asked me "can you get me to central park?"

"need you even ask?" I told him with a smile.

"Ponds, stay where you are. I'll catch up to you in a bit. Keep my legs elevated and if anything happens, keep me away from the controls."

The phone fizzed and the call ended. We both stared at it.

"well, do you have a vortex manipulator on you?" I asked him.

"no." he replied with a confused smile.

"then how do you plan to catch up to them?" I asked him.

"the old fashioned way. We wait. Moving through time, one second at a time."

"that works." I said cleaning up. I placed his dish in the dishwasher and threw out my peel. as I walked back into the dining room, I founf him sitting with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I don't mean to impose, but it is alright that I'll be staying with you for a bit until I can get back, right?"

"it wouldn't be a problem." I assured him.

"my friend Leah will freak." (A.N. Leah isn't a real person. She is a combination of several of my friends, because I couldn't decide who to put into this story.)

"would you like a tour of the house?" I offered him my hand.

"if its all the same to you, I'd rather walk." he replied. "can I get a quick lift to the ground?"

"um, sure." I gently picked him up and placed him on the ground.

"this is the dining room, you saw the kitchen, over there is the living room." I gestured to the chair and couches separating the dining and living areas. He suck his hands in his pocket and made his way over to the living room. "under the stairs is the door leading to the basement and the door opposite that is a bathroom."

He climbed up the cloth couch and spied the small television on the coffee table.

"what's on the telly?" he asked. I leaned on the couch from the back. my arms by the top.

"and you think I talk funny. Nothing's on really. We don't have cable. I watch all the good shows online."

"like mine?"

"yes, like-"I stared at him.

"gotcha." he said.

"how-" he cut me off before I could continue.

"I saw the back of the box you pulled me out of. It had BBC labeled on it. The channel. While I looked around your room, I saw the backing of what was the sonic screwdriver on your wall. It has printed on it just like the show." he shrugged. "I put two and two together.

"and It made five, like it always does with you." I said my mouth slightly agape.

"now that I've figured it out, could I see a previous adventure?" I thought for a moment. I waved my hand in front of my face. Wordlessly I offered him my hand. He stepped on and I gave him the slightest squeeze.

"everything seems to be fine. I don't see why not." I went back upstairs to the computer room , to show the doctor some of his own adventures.