Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I only own Maybelline and her family, as well as the plots you don't recognize.

Maybelline Grace Thorton was an average girl. She got average grades in school, had average friends, and average looks. But there was something special about the quiet girl from Kansas. No one could put their finger on exactly what it was, but they just knew that she was destined for greater. She would change the world, for better or worse. Standing at 5'2" tall, she was a little on the short side. With dark red hair that fell to just above her shoulders in a bob, and eyes unlike any other. Normally her eyes were green, but if you looked closely you could see that they were two different colors. Sometimes it was easier to see than others, but on rare occasions one eye would be almost brown, and the other would be almost blue. Other than her eyes, she was average. She wasn't thin, quite the opposite actually. Her friends would describe her as soft and curvy, she just said she was overweight.

Maybelline was born in a small town in Kansas. When she was eight a tornado hit. Her family didn't have enough time to make it to the shelter outside of their house, so they packed into the small bathroom. She didn't remember much from that night, but she did remember all the screaming, the wind, and then silence. Fearing the worst, Maybelline didn't even look up for more than an hour. When she did she was met with the site of disaster. Crawling slowly out of the bath tub she had been in, Maybelline started to cry. All that was left of her home was a few bricks, wood support beams, and her. Her family was nowhere to be found. The rest of the night was kind of a blur. She remembered the people from down the street walking onto the property. She remembered them comforting her and calling the police. With nowhere else to go, she stayed with the kind couple until her grandmother could fly in from London.

After the funeral for her family and the reading of the will her parents had left, Maybelline and her grandmother flew to London. The will her parents had left had been less than helpful, but Maybelline could care less. The will stated that Maybelline got everything her parents had owned. That included the ruined house, the car that was nowhere to be found, the money her parents had been saving, and a small storage locker at the local post office. Her grandmother had spoken to the family lawyer and arranged for the money her parents had left to be kept in the bank and saved until she was eighteen or she entered college. Then her grandmother had taken her to the post office and helped her to get whatever it was that was in the locker. The only things inside the locker was a small box with intricate carvings of circles and what looked to be letters, but she couldn't read them, and a small envelope with her name on it. Not even bothering to open either of the items, Maybelline stuffed them into her bag and left. She didn't want to have to deal with whatever was in the two items, she was too numb to really care.

When they finally made it to London, her grandmother took her to her apartment at Powell Estate, showed her her new room, and left her to get settled. Placing her small bag on her bed, she pulled out the envelope and the box. Opening the envelope first, she recognized her mother's handwriting immediately.

My dearest daughter,

If you are reading this then something has happened to your father and I. I've left you this letter because it holds the key to your life. I love you, Maybelline Grace Thorton. You are the light of my life. However, there is something you must know, my child. We shouldn't have kept it from you, but we felt it was best that you learned at the right time. Please know that we have always loved you, and never once did we think any less of you. You see, on June 20th of 1985 you fell from the sky and landed in our front garden. I couldn't believe you had survived the fall, but there you were, smiling at your father and I from inside a small pink blanket. From that moment on you were our child, no matter what anyone else thought. You are the most precious part of my life and I am so glad that I was given the opportunity to be your mother. Know that no matter what happens to us, we will be with you every step of the way. I love you, never forget that.

Love,

Your Mother and Father

Maybelline stared at the letter for a couple moments longer before letting the tears fall. As soon as the tears had started to fall, they just wouldn't stop. She must have sat there on her new bed for hours before her grandmother finally came in. When she did find Maybelline, the two girls sat on the bed and cried together for what they had both lost. From that moment on, Maybelline and her grandmother were as close as two people could be. They did everything together, laughed together, cried together, and moved on together. Maybelline would never forget her parents, but now she felt it was possible to move on with her life with her grandmother by her side. Before Maybelline fell asleep the first night, she reread her mother's before carefully tucking it back up into the envelope. As she was putting the letter back, a small item caught her eye. Reaching into the envelope, she pulled out a small silver key. The key had intricate carvings of circles all over the top part, and her name written on the back of it.

Remembering the box that was in the locker as well, Maybelline hopped off her bed and ran to her small bag, pulling the box out and placing it on her bed. Slowly she put the key into the lock to find that it was a perfect fit. She slowly started to turn the key only to find it wouldn't open. She tried again, turning the key as hard as she could, to only get the same result. Sighing, she pulled the key out and stared at the unusual box. Deciding that whatever was in the box wasn't meant to be seen, Maybelline placed it on her dresser and stuck the key in her nightstand. She didn't sleep well that night. Nightmares plagued her dreams the whole time.

~~~Time Skip~~~

It had been a week before Maybelline decided to step out of the comfort of her grandmother's apartment. She had seen the patio out back and decided to watch the stars that night. Walking out to the back, she sat on the small bench and stared at the setting sun. Just as the sun was setting, Maybelline heard the sound of light footsteps. Looking to her right, she saw a girl about her age, blonde hair and brown eyes. The girl smiled at Maybelline, sticking her tongue up against the back of her teeth as she did so, slightly showing through her missing front tooth. Maybelline smiled, shyly, back at the girl before waving a little.

"Hi! My name's Rose, what's yours?" The girl was very happy and full of energy, Maybelline noticed.

"My name's Maybelline." The girl, Rose, scrunched her nose up slightly.

"That's a long name. Can I just call you Maybel?" Rose had taken a seat on the small bench next to Maybelline and was now staring right at her.

"I guess so," Maybelline had never been called anything other than her full name. It was odd to her that people would shorten their names.

"Cool! Do you live here? I live on the third floor with my mum. My dad died when I was little. I don't remember anything about him. My mum tells me stories though. What's your dad like?" Rose asked. The whole time she was speaking she didn't see the look of anguish pass over Maybelline's face.

"I live with my grandmother on the fourth floor. My parents died a week ago." As she said this, Rose immediately began to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

"It's okay. I miss them. My mom was a teacher and my dad was an accountant." Rose smiled at Maybelline before resting a hand on her shoulder, doing her best to comfort her new friend.

"My dad did all sorts of things. My mum said he was too smart to just do one thing. Says he was always inventing things, just never got around to making them. Your accent sounds funny. Where are you from?"

"I'm from the USA. I lived out in the country in the middle of Kansas. My grandmother's lived here her whole life though, so I had to move here with her after the… accident." Maybelline smiled softly at Rose, showing her she was okay.

"You're from the states? That is so cool! I always wanted to visit there, you know? The movies always make it look amazing. You should come meet my mum! She made chocolate-chip cookies. She always makes enough to feed the whole building. I'm sure she'd like to meet you anyways. Says I need more friends anyway." Maybelline agreed and the two girls walked up to the third floor to meet Rose's mother.

"Mum, I've brought my new friend to meet you!" Rose's mom stepped out from the kitchen and smiled at the two girls. "This is Maybel! Maybel, this is my mum," Rose's mother walked towards the two girls, holding out a plate of cookies.

"Hello Maybel! You can call me Jackie if you'd like. Where do you live, love?" Maybelline smiled, a little shyly, and did a small wave.

"I live upstairs with my grandmother."

"Chanel Thorton? Is she your grandmother?" Maybelline nodded. "She's a very nice lady. Oh, would you like a cookie?" Jackie held the plate of cookies out to her with a smile. Maybelline nodded before gently taking one from the plate.

"Thank you, Jackie."

"Oh you're very welcome, darling. How about you two carry on with what you were doing, and I'll get out of your way. If you need anything just let me know." Jackie smiled at the girls, placed the plate of cookies on the coffee table, and went back into the kitchen.

Maybelline and Rose spent the next hour or so in her room talking, and soon it was as if the girls had known each other their whole lives.

~~~Time Skip~~~

Ten year later, Maybelline and Rose had just graduated from high school. The two girls were thick as thieves since the night they met. Both girls had begun working at the department store up the street. It was on one of their work days that Maybelline got a phone call from the hospital. They informed her that she was needed immediately and they couldn't disclose the information over the phone. Rose had informed their boss of the event and he had allowed them both to head straight over to the hospital. Maybelline was a wreck of nerves, not knowing exactly what was happening. Arriving not even ten minutes after the call, Maybelline and Rose were directed to room 427 A. Walking slowly into the room, Maybelline immediately began to cry silently.

Her grandmother was lying on the only bed in the room, blood staining the bandages, and tubes sticking out of everywhere. Her grandmother was breathing, but you could tell it was strained. Sitting in the hard plastic chair next to her grandmother's bed, Maybelline took her bruised hand and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you Maybelline Thorton?" A short, balding man in scrubs walked into the room holding a green plastic clipboard. All Maybelline could do was nod. "She was found on the side of the road. It was a hit and run, no one saw the car that hit her. Police are doing their best to figure it out, but it is likely they will never know. Now, she is in pretty bad condition. She has internal bleeding in the head, four broken bones, two ribs, her right leg, and her hip on the left side. Several bruises and scratches along with road burn from what we can tell is skidding along the sidewalk. However, even though it sounds bad, she will live. We've placed her in a medical induced coma so she can begin the healing process. We will be able to figure out just how long she will be in the coma around tomorrow afternoon when we get all the tests finished. Do you understand all that?" The doctor asked. Not once had his voice changed from the monotone sound and not once had he looked up from his clipboard.

"Yeah, I-I understand, but-" Before she could finish, the doctor interrupted her.

"Good, now if you have any questions, please feel free to ask." Once more his voice never wavered, and before Maybelline could even open her mouth, he was out the door.

"That was completely uncalled for! I'll have him fired, I will! He's a doctor, he's supposed to be kind and understanding! I can't believe that!" Rose was furious.

"Rose, it's okay." Maybelline couldn't care less how detached he was from her, as long as he was doing his job right with her grandmother.

"But he was completely out of line! I mean-"

"No, Rose. It doesn't matter, okay?"

The two girls sat in the hospital room for the rest of the day, only moving when they needed to use the bathroom. At about six o'clock, Jackie walked into the room, took one look at the scene before her, and ran to Maybelline's side. Gripping her in a hug that crushed the small woman, Maybelline happily stayed in her arms as long as she could. The trio stayed silent throughout the whole exchange. It was another hour before anyone moved.

"You can't live in that apartment all by yourself, I won't allow it. You'll stay with us. Rose won't mind sharing her room, and I would love to have you with us. You're like a second daughter to me, you know. We'll keep your apartment clean and tidy, and when your grandmother is ready, you can move back in there. No question, young lady." Jackie had spoken in her stern mother voice, and all Maybelline could do was nod and smile slightly. That night, the three ladies helped to gather clothes and whatever else was needed from Maybelline's room. Making sure to grab the box she had received all those years ago, she tugged gently on the silver chain hidden from view around her neck, just to make sure it was still there. She had put the key on a sliver chain the day after she found it in the envelope and wore it at all times. That night, sleeping on a cot next to Rose's bed, Maybelline found she didn't sleep hardly at all.

~~~Time Skip~~~

It had been almost a year since the hit and run accident. Maybelline, now just going by Maybel, was nineteen along with Rose. Rose had been dating Mickey for a couple weeks now. Maybel liked the guy. He was funny, innocent, and a bit of a push over. She had given Rose the seal of approval when he had brought Maybel flowers to put in the vase next to her grandmother's bedside.

Her grandmother still hadn't woken up. She was completely healed from the accident, but the doctor's couldn't figure out why she wouldn't wake up. They had tried to take her out of the coma a month after putting her in it, only to find that she wouldn't wake up. Maybel visited her grandmother every day. She would change out the flowers when needed, bring a picture or two to lighten up the room, and tell her grandmother everything that had happened. She had long since lost hope that her grandmother would wake up, but that didn't stop her from pretending. She never really strayed too far from her routine. But on one Wednesday, her whole life changed, and it all started from one simple word.

The day had started out like any other. She had woken up early, around six-ish, gotten ready, then went to the hospital to do her routine. After she had told her grandmother everything that had happened since the day before, which wasn't a lot, granted, she made the trek to Henrik's to begin her shift. Rose got there around the same time and the two got straight to work. Dealing with angry customers wasn't her favorite part of the day, but it was money, so she couldn't complain. Rose invited her to lunch with Mickey, but she turned them down. They didn't need her as a third wheel to ruin the date. Instead, she chose to stop at the local bistro and eat outside on her own. Arriving back at work with Rose, the two continued on with their day. Finally the bell sounded signaling that it was time to leave. The two ladies walked towards the door, ready to get home, but were stopped by the guard handing them a bag of money.

Maybel groaned, grabbed the bag money, and began to walk back towards the elevator, Rose on her heels. Reaching the basement, the girls stepped out of the elevator and began to walk down the hallway.

"Wilson! Wilson, we've got the lottery money!" Maybel yelled out.

"Wilson? Are you there?" Rose asked. The two girls reached the door with Wilson's name on it. Maybel knocked on the door three times.

"Come on Wilson! We can't hang around, the shop's closing!" She yelled. The two girls turned when they heard a loud banging sound come from further down the hall. They looked at each other before shrugging.

"Hello? Wilson? It's Maybel and Rose!" Rose opened up a door and made her way inside, Maybel slowly following after her. There were dummies everywhere in various states of dress all around the room. It was a little dim and crowded, but the girls made their way forward.

"Wilson? Wilson?" Maybel sighed, she really just wanted to get back to the apartment she shared with the two blondes. Suddenly the door to the room slammed shut behind them causing both girls to jump slightly. Rose ran over to the now closed doors and tried to open them.

"You're kidding me?" Turning back around Rose made her way back over to Maybel. Out of the corner of her eye, Maybel could see something move. "Is that someone mucking about? Who is it?" Rose asked. Now both women could see very clearly that the dummies were slowly moving towards them.

"You got us, very funny." Maybel said. This was stupid, whoever was doing this had way too much time on their hands. The girls started backing away slowly as more dummies began to come at them.

"Right, I've got the joke. Who's idea was this? Is it Derek's? Is it? Derek, is this you?" The girls were now backed against a wall, Rose on the right side of Maybel. More of the dummies were making their way at the girls. Maybel grabbed onto Rose's wrist tightly, slightly scared of what was happening. Suddenly there was a hand gripping hers. Turning to her left quickly she saw a man in a leather jacket right next to her.

"Run." He said, before tugging on Maybel's arm. Maybel pulled Rose along behind her quickly following the strange man. He led them through the basement and into an elevator. Before the doors could close, however, there was a dummie arm blocking them. The strange man grabbed the arm and pulled hard, popping it out of the plastic body.

Maybel was just standing there with her mouth wide open. Rose's shock had wore off, however, and she began to question the strange man.

"You pulled his arm off." She said, slightly out of breath.

"Yep. Plastic." He replied, smiling at the two girls. "Oh, Maybelline! I didn't recognize you with short hair. When did you cut it?" Before Maybel could even reply, the strange man had his arms around her middle and his lips were on hers. She should have pushed him away, or even broke the kiss and told him to back off. Instead she allowed herself to be kissed by a complete stranger, later she would tell herself it was because of shock. She had been kissed before, a couple times, actually, but this time was different from all the rest. He was gentle and warm, not rough and wet. There was also the strange electric buzz she was feeling where ever he was touching her.

After what seemed like minutes, but was most likely seconds, he pulled away from a still stunned Maybel, caressing her cheek with his thumb. All Maybel could do was stare into his light blue eyes, shock written all over her face. Slowly, the man's face turned from ecstatic to confused, then realization. He lowered his hands from her body back to his sides, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall of the elevator.

"You're young," It wasn't a question, but a statement. And the way he sounded when he said it made Maybel was to deny it, even though she had no idea what he was talking about. "How many times have we met?"

"I'm sorry?" Maybel snapped out of her shock, glanced at a gaping Rose, and then looked back to the man. She had never met him before in her life, of that she was certain. She definitely would have remembered him if she had. As soon as those two words left her mouth, his whole expression flashed before her eyes. She could almost feel the pain that was radiating from him. As soon as the look came over his face, it was gone, replaced by a mask of indifference.

"I'm sorry for… It was out of line and it never should have happened. Please forgive me, Maybelline." The way he was staring into her eyes, it was as if he was begging her to forgive him without outwardly showing how vulnerable it was making him.

"Y-yeah, no worries. It's alright," Maybel glanced at Rose once again, she was still staring at the two of them with shock, her mouth wide open. With one last glance at the strange man, she looked to the floor.

"Uh, well… That was a uh-, that was a nice trick. W-who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" Rose, whose shock had apparently worn off, asked. She was still glancing at her friend every so often to make sure she was alright. Maybel looked up at Rose as she spoke.

"Why would they be students?" The man asked. He looked almost as if nothing had happened by now, just fiddling with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"I don't know," Rose replied. She looked to Maybel as if asking her what she thought.

"Well, you said it. Why students?"

"Cause to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they've got to be students." Maybel said. She knew what Rose meant. She still thought this was some elaborate joke, that they've just been pranked by a bunch of bored teenagers. The man stared at Maybel, looking for something, but she didn't know what.

"That makes sense. Well done."

"Thanks," She said slowly. She knew it wasn't students that were doing this though.

"They're not students," He told them.

"Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he's going to call the police." Rose said.

"Who's Wilson?"

"Chief electrician," Rose told him. Maybel nodded as she said this.

"Wilson's dead." He didn't even blink as he said this. If she didn't have the feeling that he was telling the truth, she would have thought he was bluffing by the tone of his voice. The elevator doors opened allowing the trio to step out.

"That's just not funny. That's sick!" Rose said. Wilson had been a nice man, very welcoming to the two girls. He reminded Maybel of the way her father acted. He was a strong man. One who did not take very kindly to people with bad intent.

"Hold on. Mind your eyes," The man said. He pulled out a silver tube looking thing with a blue light at the end of it. Pointing it at the elevator controls it made a strange whirring sound, then the controls sparked.

"I've had enough of this now. Who are you, then? Who's that lot down there?" Rose asked him. He stood back up to his full height and stared at the two young girls in front of him. "I said, who are they?"

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device in the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." He pulled out a small device. "So, I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me. No, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed." As he said this they had walked to the door at the end of the hall. He held the door open for them to step out through, then promptly shut the door in their faces. The girls turned to each other, both with equal looks of shock, confusion, and a little bit of fear. Before either of them could make a comment, however, the door flew back open. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"

"Rose." Maybel figured that he already knew her name, she didn't know how though, so there was no need to tell him. He smiled at them with a bright, maniacal smile.

"Nice to meet you, Rose. You as well, Maybelline." He said, glancing at the quiet girl in front of him, "Run for your lives!" Slamming the door shut once more, the girls once again stared at each other, their mouths open wide. Deciding that getting away from the man with a bomb was the best idea, the two girls made their way to the street, neither one of them saying a word. Turning back around as the crossed the street, the two girls couldn't help but jump in fright as the building burst into flames with a sudden 'boom'.

Entering the Tyler residence, the two girls were immediately ambushed by Jackie. "Are you alright? Oh, I was worried sick! I thought you both had died!" Jackie continued to hover, asking questions and receiving little to no answer in return. Both girls were stuck in their thoughts, trying to unveil the mystery behind the strange man. In the back of her mind, Maybelline knew Mickey had arrived and was talking with Rose, but she was too caught up in her thoughts to even care.

Who was that man? The Doctor? He certainly knew her, but she didn't know how. And why had he kissed her? It was an amazing kiss, she knew that much, but still… She had never met him before in her life, so why would he kiss her? Even beyond that, though, was the fact that the dummies were now alive, or well, they were. Before they got blown up, that is. It was like something you would see in a movie, not in real life. But whoever that Doctor was, he wasn't fazed by walking dummies trying to kill people. He had seen it before, or at least seen something far more outrageous to not even blink at it. There was one thing Maybel knew for sure, though, and that was that this Doctor was completely, one-hundred percent crazy.

That night, after assuring Rose that she had never met the Doctor before in her life many times, she laid on her cot thinking to herself. Obviously there was more to the world than what she had previously thought, but how much more was there? Did this man, the Doctor, even know? Like many previous nights, Maybelline lay in bed, wide awake, until she fell asleep due to exhaustion. Her dreams were plagued with harsh winds, terrifying dummies, and a strange mad-man.

Hello my dear readers! I know I'm already doing a Doctor Who story, but I decided I wanted to do something a little different from all the other DW stories. I will still be continuing my other story, but not until I finish this one, or the inspiration comes back to me. I will be updating this story regularly, around three days between each update. My goal is to write at least 50,000 words before the end of the month as part of Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). If any of you have never heard of this, please visit nanowrimo dot org. It is free, fun, and it might give you (like me) the incentive you need to write your story. Please review and tell me what you think. Expect the next update by tomorrow night or early Wednesday morning.