Authors Note: Hello, thank you for clicking on this story, because that means you are either to bored to really care what you are reading or I actually did a good job of describing the story. Yay! So, yes, this is a Doctor Who fanfiction, but it isn't the 11th, or the 10th, or any of the regenerations we've seen so far. This is my version of the Doctor, and it is my story. Things are staying similar, such as the TARDIS and such, which is why I am calling it a Doctor Who fanfiction. Please, no flamers, because you have been warned.

This was it. If she didn't look around, it would kill her. That morning, on her way to work, she had heard this strange noise echoing from the alley a block or so from her home. The island she lived on was rather peaceful, and this noise was clearly foreign. If her luck held, the source may still be there, or evidence as to what it was.

A girl with dark brown hair with caramel highlights tried to move through the night soundlessly. Her blue-brown eyes that were surrounded by a massive amount of eye lashes were shifting about as she tried to catch every possible thing. The only sound she gave off was her breathing and the soft noise of her shoes as they landed on the ground. She wore shorts that were suitable for the warm weather and a t-shirt that advertised the Fish and Chip Fill-Up, the restaurant she worked for. (It was the best job she could get, being fresh out of college and all.)

She crept down the narrow alley up to the point where it bent. Whatever it was, it had happened just beyond that bend.

Calm down. It's just your mind making up things to make you panic. It was probably just some kids trying to fix their motorbikes in the alley. Taking a deep breath, she poked her head around the bend.

Nothing was there. All she saw was an empty alley way. The tall brick walls cast shadows on the ground, making it fairly dark to begin with. Soggy, discarded newspapers and flyers were pushed up against the walls, like they had been blown there with strong winds. A beaten up dumpster stood near where she was. Its top was open due to the overflow of black garbage bags.

She laughed with relief, yet with a slightly sad hint to it. So there was nothing there after all. If there was anything, it is long gone now. But… it would've been kind of fun if there was something. A little adventure, no matter how small, would've been fun.

As she turned to look up at the sky, there was a yell. It was close. Very close. And getting closer, she noticed. She looked up in confusion. What was that? That couldn't have been in her mind.

The moon was blocked out suddenly, by a figure jumping. They flew over her head and across the alley. It landed directly into the dumpster a few feet away from here. Moments later, it began scrambling out, but the bags were causing too much trouble for their efforts to be any good.

She kicked a cardboard box up to the side of it and stepped onto it. Sturdy enough, the girl reasoned. Then she began to help the wildly flailing person get rid of some of the bags that had begun to enclose themselves around them. Once their arms were free, they took hold of the side of the dumpster and pulled itself out of it with such great momentum that they fell out and directly onto their face.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" She jumped down from the box and began towards them when the pushed themselves up.

"Totally, yeah, I'm fine." To her surprise, it was a guy. He looked to be in his early twenties, and had round, pixie like features. His face featured a smattering of light brown freckles on his cheeks and thin, yet slightly pouty lips. As he got up, his wavy black hair fell into his emerald eyes. He pushed them back with long and narrow fingers.

"Are you sure…? Because I just saw you fly through the air and—"
"I'm fine, trust me. I've done much more dangerous stunts than that." He flashed a warm smile. "And I hate to disturb you with this… but what might the time be? I lost my watch while I was doing…" he cleared his throat, "something."

"Yeah, it's…" She looked at my watch ring that sat on her pointer finger. That is when she noticed his clothing. He wore a white button up shirt with a vest and pleated pants. He seemed far too nicely dressed to be running about at this hour and jumping into dumpsters. "10:47…"

"Ah, thank you very much." He tried to walk by me, but she slid into his path. "Um, excuse me, but I am in quite a hurry."
"To go diving into more dumpsters?" She crossed her arms, giving off the impression she should be saying 'None shall pass'.

"Well, hopefully not. But if it does come down to it, then yes, my activities will involve jumping into dumpsters. Now if you please."
She shook her head. "Not done yet. What caused you to jump into the dumpster?"
"Do you want to know?"
"That's why I asked."

"Do you really want to know?" He looked at her intensely.

"Yes, I really want to know."
"You don't know what you're asking for."

She narrowed her eyes and stared directly into his. "Tell me."

"Alright, I will. But first, what is your name?"

"Tosha, Tosha Harbor."

"Alright, Tosha, I am currently trying to find a device hidden somewhere in this town. It is like many scattered throughout the world, and do you know what it does? I'll tell you what it does. It is going to pull the moon closer, along with a few other unwanted things. And if I don't find it before midnight, I have failed and the moon gets closer."
"And all those other unwanted things."
"Exactimundo!" He gave me a big goofy smile.

"Great. What does it look like?"
"I have no idea!" He kept up his smile.

"Alright, I'm going to help you."

The smile disappeared and he got a look of intense sincerity. "No, it's too dangerous."
"Well, I have grown up in this area and I know this place better than I know myself. I think you may need me. That, and I'm up for a little adventure. "

He grimaced as if he knew she was right, but just didn't want to admit it. After a strained thirty seconds, he sighed in defeat. "Alright. Come on."

He stepped around her and went by. "Wait a second," she said.

"Hm?" He turned and looked at her.

"You never told me who you are?"
The goofy smile returned as he said, "They call me the Doctor."