Author's Note:

Hi everyone! This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction, hope its not to bad xD I'll be uploading the second chapter soon!


The Doctor glanced through the hospital floor with curious green eyes. No one was in hospital gowns like one would think but in simple everyday clothes of regular people in 2012 A.D. But something was different here, and the Doctor knew it. There was something interesting, and no sonic screwdriver was needed to tell the Time Lord that someone here in the room was not supposed to be here. He looked from person to person. Each of them had hooked up to their arms and hats or beanies over their heads. The youngest of all of the people was a young girl no older then sixteen with bright sapphire eyes. She was dressed in a pair of pale pink tights and white boots with little black buttons that on no planet could have matched the blue shorts and rainbow stripped turtleneck she wore. Her painted green fingernails itched her dark blue hair as she gazed down at a small book in her other hand.

The Doctor smiled and walked over to her, taking the empty chair beside her. She looked over at him with a small half smile. "Hello." She said in a pleasant London accent. The Doctor smiled back, "Well hi there. What's your name?" She blinked a few times as if thinking before responding: "Victoria. What's yours?"

He grinned, "You can call me The Doctor."

"The Doctor? You don't look like a doctor."
"I'm not that kind of doctor Ms. Victoria."

Her eyes narrowed, "What's your name then?"
"The Doctor." He said again. Victoria glanced up at the I.V bag for a moment before looking back at him. "That can't be your name. You have to have a name."
"I do." The Doctor said, "But people call me the Doctor, I don't know why but they do, I even call myself the Doctor too I suppose." Her electric blue eyes turned to slits, "Are you a mental patient?"

"I've been all sorts of patients! I've been a cardiac patient, a limb patient, never a pediatric patient, but I'm sure it'll come up eventually."

Her head tipped to the side, "Who are you?" she whispered. The Doctor smiled, "A door."
"To what?"
"To whatever you like."

Victoria's eyes narrowed even more, "What does that mean?"

"Whatever you like." He smiled glancing up at the nurse walking down the hallway to Victoria and the Doctor. The nurse's brown eyes turned to slits as she looked at the Doctor, "Vicki, who's this?" She asked looking at the young girl. Victoria looked at the Doctor then back at the nurse as the blonde haired woman pushed her brown-rimmed glasses back on her pudgy rounded face.

"He's my uncle, he's taking me back home." Victoria smiled. The nurse's eyes narrowed and looked at the Doctor, "I don't see the resemblance." She muttered. The Doctor grinned and ran his hand through Victoria's blue hair causing it to look like a mini tornado went running through. "Yeah, we were all born with blue hair you know, but some people think its funny, so I dyed mine." The nurse didn't find it so funny.

Victoria laughed nervously, "Ha… ha, ha… ha…. He's a bit eccentric…" she said swallowing hard. The nurse muttered a curse beneath her breath and knelt down beside Victoria, taking the tape off her inner arm to remove the I.V.

"Now tell me what the hell do you mean?" Victoria hissed throwing her denim jacket over her shoulder as her and the Doctor headed down the street.

"What was that anyways, are you sick?" He asked not even thinking about Victoria's question. The girl sighed swiftly turning the corner of the street before coming up on a small painted pale blue house. "Dad's at the bar by this time." She muttered, "I got a gun though, so don't try anything." She grabbed a set of keys from her jacket pocket and unlocked the door.

The door opened to a hallway, to the left opened to what the Doctor assumed to be a kitchen, the other side what looked to be a living room. At the end of the hall was a stairwell that led upstairs. It looked pleasant enough besides the harsh odor of booze and cigarettes. He looked back at Victoria who hung her jacket on the coat rack and slid off her boots beside it. "I can make some tea, if you like." She said looking up at him with curious sapphire eyes. Her eyes were odd, almost unnatural, they reminded him of something, something he didn't want to remember. Her irises were the color of the TARDIS surrounded by a creamy white. "Do you want some tea?" She repeated.

"Oh." The Doctor said knocking himself out of his train of thought, "'Course, tea is nice, always nice." Victoria rolled her eyes and went to the left into the kitchen. "Take off your shoes," she called out, "do you know how hard it is to clean out those bloody shoe prints out of the carpet?"

Walking into the kitchen Victoria was standing over a white stove, her hands covered by oven mitts decorated with tiny chickens. She looked up at him and pointed behind his shoulder. "Two mugs behind you, grab them for me." The Doctor turned around then and grabbed two white mugs from the cabinet behind him. Victoria's sapphire eyes narrowed, "So what school are you from again?" She asked grabbing one of the steak knives from the drawer closest to her before sitting it down between the two mugs. The Doctor adjusted his bow tie nervously and reached for the psychic paper in his coat pocket.

When Victoria turned back around with the two mugs filled with tea in her hands the Doctor held up a small piece of blank paper in the shape of an I.D.

She slowly sat down beside him and slid one of the cups in front of him. "My mother told me about that psychic paper bullshit once. It doesn't work with me Doctor. Now tell me who the hell you are?" Victoria clutched the steak knife and threw it down on the table.

The Doctor's head tipped to the side as his green eyes slowly glanced over the abnormally large knife sticking out from the center of the table. Just about three inches away from his middle finger.

"You said your mother taught you about psychic paper?" He asked as calmly as possibly. Victoria's eyes clouded with a darkened sadness that was all too familiar to the Doctor. Before the girl could reply the lights above them flickered for a moment causing both of their attention to fade from the conversation.

Victoria growled something under her breath and looked up at the light. "Still haven't fixed it have they? Damn lazy ass people. What are we even paying them for? These bloody lights have been doing this for a week!" She stood up on the table and twisted the light bulb back in place.

The Doctor took his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and pointed it at the light. A high-pitched noise radiated from it with a warning. "What the hell is that?" Victoria hissed plugging her ears with her fingers. The Doctor looked at the readings before glancing around the room. "That. That is trouble."

In a rush the Doctor ran off down the hall. The only sound was the squeal of his sonic screwdriver waving around the walls. Victoria groaned and turned away from the kitchen, "Doctor sir, if I can ask, what does that little noise machine have to do with the power?"

The Doctor wasn't listening. His sonic screwdriver scanned the wall until the pale blue light came across a gold frame sealing a picture away from the rest of the space. He glanced up at the picture that hung lopsided from its post. The picture was of a young woman with wavy blonde hair and bright sparkling eyes. Standing in a poufy white dress covered in pink and blue flowers was a little girl. Almost identical to the woman with the same sapphireblue eyes only the girl had strawberry blonde hair tied into two curly pigtails on either side of her head with a huge ear-to-ear smile.

"Jenny…?" He muttered looking over the picture of the woman. She had the same bright eyed smile, the same blonde hair that had grown out past her shoulder and pulled at the temples with two small bobby pins accented with tiny roses.

"What are you doing anyway, what's this have to do with the lights?" He turned at Victoria's voice. She stood arms crossed, a look of distaste caught on her face.

"You got a graveyard here? Maybe a church? Anything with stone angels?"

"Stone what?"

Stone angels. Oh this is going to be fun…


Weeping angels are a personal favorite of mine, I'm sure the Doctor won't like them to much though!