My first fanfiction! Yay! Completely brilliant, I know... Anyway, part one of the first episode. Sorry if my episodes are a bit long, once I get started I just can't seem to stop! But hey, don't complain, you'll thank me for it eventually! ;) So, in a nutshell, the 10th Doctor, after Donna and before Martha. Sound interesting? Good, cause you're gonna love it! Well, it's going to be a bit slow at the beginning, but just stick with it, cause I've got all of this episode and most of the next finished. All written down in a Composition Notebook, just waiting for me to type it up. So, have fun with the first, cause there'll be more coming to you as soon as I can get it on my computer!

The phone. It was ringing. Groggy, she rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the insistent whine. Grumbling curses under her breath, she groaned and pressed answer.

"I've found you," A teasing female voice, slightly hoarse and laced with a metallic buzz, drifted over the line. Despite the teasing tone, the words were sharp, angry. They left a dull ache in her eardrums. "It took me a while- oh, yes, a very long time- but I have finally found you." For the first time, she noticed the stuffy, old-fashioned air of the unknown woman on the other side of the wire.

"I'm sorry?" Her voice came out deeper than usual; gruff from sleep. "Who is this?" Her mind grazed over the possible pranksters, but none seemed to fit.

"Oh, silly girl, you know who I am!" The voice hardened. "But more importantly, I know who you are, Rose Tyler, , and I'm going to come and GET YOU!" The woman hung up, leaving her staring at the phone with an unreadable face.

"Rose? Rose Tyler?" Her voice raised an octave. "Who's Rose Tyler? My name isn't Rose!" She turned and gazed at herself in the mirror- platinum blonde waves haloing pale skin and lush, pink lips. Her eyes, bright green tinged with a golden-brown, stared back at her.

"My name isn't Rose! It's Alice!"

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Alice hurried home, her collar turned up against the frigid wind. A particularly powerful gust sent her hand flying up to her nose, partially blocking her sight but not enough that she'd get lost. Besides, she was nearly to her flat now, and could get there with her eyes shut if necessary.

She pulled her coat tighter around herself and sped up her pace, walking by a tall blue box. She started, turned back around, and looked at it- she knew for a fact that it hadn't been there on her way to work at the shop. Stepping closer, her eyes wide with curiosity, she held one shaking hand- although why it was trembling, she didn't really know- and touched it to the blue wood, lightly skimming her fingers over it.

She shivered, something tugging at her from the back of her mind. She ignored it, gazing up at white lettering: POLICE BOX. Again, the consistent nudging of a memory or dream long forgotten, aching to come forward and reveal itself. She pushed back at it, forcefully shoving it back into the dim box it had snuck from until she felt it no longer.

She walked around the box twice, dragging her fingers over the bumps and crevices. Carefully scrutinizing every inch, she took a mental picture and decided to go home. With one last curious glance, she tucked her coat around her and ran the rest of the way to her flat. She didn't look back.

A tall, slim figure in a dark trench coat watched her leave with unreadable brown eyes, his face stony. "No," He whispered to himself, almost as if comforting. "It can't be…" He went to the blue box with slow, meaningful steps, opening the door and slipping inside.

There was another powerful wind, coming from the opposite direction of the other gusts, towards Alice's back. She shivered and turned around, her blonde hair whipping around her shoulders.

The blue box was gone.

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Alice made herself a cup of tea, carrying it out to the living room and getting comfortable in front of the telly. She took a sip and let the steam warm her freezing cheeks. Turning on the telly, she flipped through the channels before landing on her favorite news station.

"…never seen anything like it!" The slightly pudgy reporter held the microphone close and huddled away from the cold, his hat flapping. "The police are baffled, the hospitals are baffled, everyone… is baffled." He tugged nervously at his tie before continuing. "Although we have talked to some of the civilians that have seen these- for lack of a better term- monsters, police refuse to let anyone inside to see them." The picture cut to the station across town, officers streaming in and out of the building. The reporter's voice floated from the background. "As you can see, no one is allowed in until further notice." Back to the reporter. "The people-er- monsters are being described as faceless, with no eyes, mouth, nose, or other facial features. Eyewitnesses claim-"

"Oi, come off it!" Alice said angrily, turning off the telly and sighing. "Rubbish! Faceless people? Absolute rub-"

Her mobile rang.

She groaned and set her cup of tea down on the coffee table, weaving her way back into the kitchen and rifling through the pockets of her coat until she found the ringing device, answering it and holding it up to her ear. "'Ello?" She ambled back into her living room and sat down heavily, crossing her legs.

"I'm getting stronger." It was that woman, from the other night, her voice less distant and more menacing, tinged with a furious edge. Alice sat up, her back straight and her body stiff. "Nearly ready now, and then I will be coming for you and your precious Doctor." She cackled.

"Shut it!" She snapped, her temper flaring. "I don't know who you are, or how you got my number, but-"

She was interrupted by the woman's howling laughter. "You know who I am, Rose. Remember the darkness? That was me." The line went dead.

Alice growled and dropped her mobile on the ground, kicking it across the ground with a glare in its direction. "Stupid little…" She gave it one last scathing glance and turned her back on it, returning to her cooling tea.

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Alice startled awake, falling off of the chair she was curled up in and onto the hard ground. For a moment she thought her phone was ringing again, and prepared to chunk it out the window, then she looked down at it lying silently on the floor and realized it was her doorbell.

She stumbled to the door, smoothing down her hair and straightening her shirt, then swung it open, her eyes still on her shirt, checking it desperately for any unacceptable wrinkles left over from sleep. "Yes?" She asked, sounding a bit too annoyed with the stranger for her liking. She blushed down at her feet.

The man at the door stood there without saying a word, his brown eyes only showing shock. His hand nervously ruffled his already tousled hair, then she looked up him with bright green eyes and he was startled out of his jumbled thoughts.

"Oh! Yes, right, sorry, you just look so much like someone I used to know," His voice faltered on someone, giving it a higher-pitched quality for the rest of the sentence. He cleared his throat. "So, anyway, moving on, I need to, erm… examine your telly. Routine inspection, nothing special about it." He grinned nervously.

She smiled back, an adorable little tongue-in-teeth beam that made the hole in his life gape a little more. "Yes, of course! May I see some credentials or something? Wouldn't want a complete stranger bustling around in my house without me at least being sure he is who he says he is, now would I?"

He was taken aback. "I'm not a-" He caught himself before he said stranger, remembering that no matter how much she looked like her, she wasn't. He pulled a little leather wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open, showing her the contents.

"John Smith, telly repairs and electrician…" She read aloud, then her eyes flicked back up to his face with an amused expression. "Aren't you a bit over-dressed for an electrician?" Her hand snuck between the edges of his coat, opening it a little wider, revealing his blue pin-striped suit. His eyes widened, but he quickly hid his reaction in a small cough. She grinned again, and he noticed a tiny dimple on her right cheek. "Just teasing! Anyway, the telly's just through there, in the living room. Would you like a cup of tea while you're at it?"

He had already pushed past her and was striding into the living room. "Erm… sure?" He heard her banging around in the connected kitchen and bent down next to the telly, pulling a long silver tool out of his coat pocket. He gazed behind the telly at red electricity that arced from the socket to the circuits and cursed.

End of part one! Wow, and I still have thirty-one pages (in my notebook) until the end- of part one, not the whole story! Hope you're ready to do some mad reading, cause I'm gonna do some mad writing... Tell me what you think so far- I love hearing what people think of my writing!

~CTST