Before getting down to the fic, I just want a few things known first: This is my first attempt at writing anything Doctor Who related. I have not seen all the episodes, specials, and movies (older and newer) so I no doubt will make some mistakes concerning characters, plot flow, events, etc. I do know about the Doctor Who Wiki and the Tardis Index File. This story is post-season 5 and pre-season 6, but without Amy and Rory. It's more like filler between the seasons than anything else.

Okay, now that all that silly business is out of the way, on with the fic!

Its new companion time for the Doctor although he wasn't looking for one. After all, Amy and Rory were only on their honeymoon and would be back. He ran into this one, literally, while looking into why a group of aliens seemed to be on Earth in a movie theater of all places.

11/OC, adventure, minor language

She woke up that morning feeling that today would be different. Today would be something amazing, something magical, something unexpected! Today, Amara Deegan would find some adventure! Today would most definitely be...boring. She sighed as brown-green eyes stared up at the dingy impossible-to-clean popcorn ceiling that she hated, but had to put up with in her apartment. She laid for the time being wishing she was still dreaming instead of listening to the sounds of the mid-morning city. Who was she kidding? Today would be like all the others; dull and boring.

With a huff of resignation, she finally half threw-half kicked the warm covers off of her and rolled out of bed. After a quick shower, getting dressed, and musing with the idea of dying her reddish brown hair a wild blue just for variety she found herself lazily flipping through the local morning paper over tea and toast. She knew she should eat more for breakfast, then maybe she'd have more energy, but it had become a routine for her. If it wasn't toast, then it was a bagel or an English muffin. If it wasn't tea, then it was soda or flavored water. The routine certainly didn't vary much: wake, shower, dress, and then breakfast. Every single morning. For the last two years.

The routine and boredom had spread to nearly every facet of her life. Even when she did meet new people or saw new things it seemed dull to her; as if even the color on everything had been muted. It had rained the day before and there was the brightest double rainbow anyone had remembered seeing in ages. It had even made the news. She got the chance to see it while out shopping and even though she did understand the beauty of it and was glad to have seen it, she just didn't feel as awestruck by it as everyone else seemed to be. People had stopped to stare and even took pictures and video – one man described it as "so intense" – while she simply acknowledged its presence in the sky before going on her way.

She stood to rinse her cup and plate in the kitchen sink. On the window sill above the sink, three small plants stood lazily soaking up the sun and she regarded each in turn. There was a nearly barren pot that was supposed to be one of those instant grow herb gardens, but only a few sickly looking sprouts had made their way through before it seemed to simply stop trying. She meant to get rid of it but kept watering it. Next, an African violet that she kept to remind her of her mother and finally a small round button of a cactus to remind her of her step-father.

"Don't look at me in the tone of voice." She narrowed her gaze at the small committee of plants before her. Her face scrunching into a playful mock. "Yeah, yeah, I'll do something today."

She turned back to the paper and opened it to the local events section before she closed her eyes, waved a finger over the paper and jabbed it down. Opening her eyes, she saw her finger had landed on an ad that was for a theater running a special discounted sci-fi movie marathon featuring some of the older B-rated movies she had never heard of. Without a second thought, she went about collecting what she thought she needed for the movie trip. Wallet, purse to hide some snacks in, zipper front jacket because theaters often got cold, but she stopped short of reaching for her cell phone. It's not like anyone called her anyway and it mainly served as a watch so she decided to leave it.

Once she arrived at the theaters, she was somewhat surprised to find that it wasn't as packed as she thought a movie marathon, even with older movies, on the weekend should have been. There was only about twelve people total in the dark. The few other screens in the theater complex were showing newer movies and seemed to be much busier, a man in a hurry had even run into her hitting her arm without apologizing.

She found a seat off to one side half way down the rows so she didn't have to pass in front of anyone to watch the first of the movies already in progress. It didn't take long for her to decide that the movie was, in fact, terrible. Terrible acting, no plot to speak of, terrible costumes, terrible camera work, and terrible set design. It was even worse than the high school plays she had taken part in. Thankfully, a few of the others in the theater would crack a joke every now and then. It made the movie tolerable and reminded her of a show based on three guys making quips at bad movies, but she couldn't remember the name of it. Not that it matters, she thought as she pulled out a piece of chocolate from the stash in her purse and settled back. Not an action packed day, but shaping up to be a decent one.

Nearly halfway through the second movie that was about green men from Mars, one of the females on screen screamed at an injured alien advancing at a slow zombie's pace. The scream however made nearly everyone in the theater sit up that little bit straighter. It might have been a trick of their collective imaginations or a malfunction of overtaxed speakers, but it seemed that the scream was suddenly louder and very real. Not the fake over dramatic scream of a B-movie bimbo, but a real scream that seemed to come from behind everyone and was nearly perfectly synced with the on-screen wail. Taking a quick look around her she saw that some of the others did seem to notice the odd moment too, but eventually returned to the movie. Not even a full minute later, there was another scream, but this time from a man and it was followed by more commotion and shouts. There was no mistaking this time that it came from the hallway just outside the theater doors. One of the moviegoers at the back of the theater jumped up and looked out the door to see what the noise was about. He lingered at the door for a moment before quickly pulling it shut behind him.

"It's-It's-" He was stuttering, obviously rattled.

"Is it a fire?" a woman asked frightened. He shook his head hard.

"Is it terrorists?" another man asked. And the man at the door shook his head hard again, but never let go of the doors holding them firmly shut.

"What is it?"

"Are we in danger?"

"Should we leave?" Came the cascade of questions at his behavior. By now, everyone in the small theater had stood and was ready to bolt to the emergency exit as the movie still played.

"It's-it's…them!" The man finally turned and took one hand off the door briefly to point to the screen. On the screen was a scene of the Martians in their war room planning an attack on Earth. Meanwhile, frantic and scared shouts could still be heard from outside of the room.

A/N: Kind of a short chapter, but just to get everyone's feet wet for the rest of it. Hope you all enjoyed! Reviews are always loved!