Hello everyone! So, I think the basis of this story has been covered in the summary but before we begin, can I just say that it was rather difficult to find a time when everyone is alive and happily married. And I couldn't find the exact month of Sybil's death so I'm just going to say it was in September 1920. IF YOU WERE CURIOUS, This takes place in the beginning of Downton Abbey season three and somewhere during Doctor Who season eight. NOW GO ENJOY THE STORY!

Chapter One:

~Of greetings and ghosts~

"So, Doctor, where to next?" Asked Clara, skipping into the control room. They had just returned from a planet completely made of trees.

"I was thinking somewhere back in time." He began in his Scottish accent, his large eyebrows rising slightly. "Maybe 1920 Yorkshire around May?" He asked casually, fingering a button on the control panel.

"Sounds good to me." Clara grinned. "But what should I wear?" She asked, looking down at her t-shirt and jeans.

"Well clearly not that. Pick something 1920...ish." He replied, waving her off.

"Wow, that's very helpful. Shall I just check in the wardrobe?" She said, rolling her eyes.

"Wonderful!" She rolled her eyes again and wandered off towards the wardrobe, hoping it was where she last found it. The Tardis had a rather annoying habit of hiding things from her. The Doctors last regeneration, his eleventh, claimed that she had to be 'nicer'. She still had no clue how to be 'nice' to a spaceship. Thankfully, the wardrobe was still where she remembered and she went in to search for as much 1920s attire as she could find.

It was a rather calm day at Downton Abbey. Some of its inhabitants were lounging about since it was almost dinner, but most were outside, enjoying the beautiful day. Mary and Matthew were strolling across the grounds, chatting and holding hands. Out of the blue, a strange noise started up behind them. Sybil, who had just walked out of the front door, presumably to collect Mary and Matthew for dinner, heard it first. She spun on her heel and looked behind her, screaming when she saw a large blue box appear out of nowhere. Mary sighed, annoyed that her otherwise enjoyable walk was suddenly ruined.

"What on earth is she-" Mary fell silent on seeing the box, which had definitely not been there before. "Oh." She whispered. This time it was Matthew's turn to be confused. Although, he did take it better than the others.

"Wow, shall we go investigate?" He grinned at her.

"Investigate?!" She said in a high pitch voice.

"Yes. It could be a bomb or something. Better to know sooner than later." She raised her always perfect eyebrows.

"The war certainly did change you..." his smile faltered and he shrugged, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards Sybil, who seemed to realize that the box didn't seem to be posing an immediate danger, and was walking around it in slow circles.

"Wait for me!" Laughed Matthew who had finally managed to drag his wife across the grounds.

"You two are ridiculous" Mary muttered, stepping back to watch her husband and sister inspect the box.

"We're only curious, Mary. Aren't you?" Questioned Sybil.

"Hardly." Mary rolled her eyes but Sybil's next comment was drowned out by the doors flinging open.

"Here we are!" Said the Doctor as the Tardis' shaking came to a stop.

"Can I go out first?" Asked Clara excitedly. Even after years of traveling she still got extremely excited when they went somewhere new.

"I don't see why not." He shrugged and gestured to the door. Clara grinned before flinging the doors open and stepping out, only to be met with two very confused faces. Suddenly, a third face peeked around the corner of the Tardis,

"What was that?" It, or he rather, asked. The man walked around the box and stopped, mouth hanging slightly open next to a woman with dark brown hair who had her arms folded across her chest and looked as though she were about to say something rude.

"Hi, I'm the Doctor, I'm an alie-" Clara abruptly stopped him by putting a hand over his mouth.

"Maybe not yet..." She whispered.

"Ah, ok, shall I get out the cards? They're in my back pocket."

"Maybe not those either. How about a nice, 'hi my name's the Doctor what's yours?'" She whispered back.

"Excuse me! Is anyone going to explain what's happening?" Exclaimed the rude looking one.

"A box just fell-" Began Sybil, however, she was quickly cut off by the Doctor.

"Actually," interrupted the Doctor, "we materialized." Clara rolled her eyes.

"Hi! My name's Clara and this is the Doctor. What are your names?" Matthew closed his mouth and swallowed hard, glancing at the newcomers.

"Hello," started Sybil slowly. "I'm Sybil, and this is Mary and Matthew." she gestured to her other family members.

"I'm sure you're all very kind." The Doctor shot a glance at Mary, "well, maybe not you..." Mary couldn't find anything to say. Two strangers just came out of a box and one of them insulted her. No one ever taught her how to deal with that. "But, we really should go now." The Doctor finished and turned back to his box.

"But we just got here!" Said Clara.

"Clara's right! Stay for dinner." Smiled Matthew. Mary rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

"Darling, you can't just invite strangers to dinner." She said. Matthew was going to retaliate but was interrupted by Tom, who had just walked outside.

"Lord Grantham wanted to me remind you all that dinner is in an hour and-" He stopped, finally noticing the strangers. The Doctor sighed impatiently,

"Is this what you people do all day? Wander around and freaking out over strangers? It's so boring!" He threw his hands up in the air.

"Sybil?" Tom asked weakly.

"This is the Doctor and his friend Clara. They came here in a big blue box and are staying for dinner, so do tell Carson to add two chairs to the table." He looked at her, dumbstruck, before nodding slowly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tom Branson." He stuck out his hand for the Doctor to shake but he didn't take it.

"Sorry, not a fan of handshakes, or hugs, or touching in general." Replied the Doctor. Tom awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"You're taking this surprisingly well, Sybil." Said Mary.

"Well, I am one for surprises." She winked at Tom who laughed.

"Should I go tell Carson about our impromptu guests?" He questioned to no one in particular.

"Yes, yes, go on." Said Mary. "I'm going to change." She looked at the Doctor and Clara. The Doctor was annoyed over the fact that he was going to stay in this boring place longer than he intended but Clara looked thrilled. "You ought to change to." She said. He looked down at his coat,

"What's wrong with this! It's not like I'm wearing a giant scarf, or question marks, or sandshoes, or even a bowtie! This is my most normal outfit in years." He said, proud that he had finally managed to look partially normal.

"You can borrow my spare-" Matthew started but the Doctor cut him off.

"No, I'm not changing." Matthew gave up and walked inside, presumably to follow his wife. Sybil was the only one left. She looked as though she were about to speak but a shrill screech pierced the air. The Doctor and Clara took one look at each other before quickly running inside, closely followed by Sybil. Matthew, who had entered only moments before the others had already begun running up the stairs. The Doctor and Clara followed him, having no idea where they were going but trusted that he did.

"Why are there always so many corridors?" Huffed Clara, as they ran through the labyrinth of hallways.

"This is what you signed up for." Replied the Doctor, "running."

"Actually, I didn't sign up for anything." She muttered, "You just popped up at my house because I asked for the internet."

"Yes, well, I wasn't the internet was I?"

"No, you most certainly were not." She replied just as Matthew came to a stop at one of the doors. He burst in without even knocking and sighed, relieved. The Doctor and Clara walked in next to see two women, one was Mary, who was trying to console the other, who was shaking.

"Oh hello." Mary said, finally noticing the others.

"What happened?" Asked the Doctor, before Matthew could even open his mouth.

"I think I saw a ghost." The scared one whispered. The Doctor raised his eyebrows,

"A ghost? You do know that ghosts don-" Clara cleared her throat,

"Being rude again." She whispered.

"Sorry."

"Sorry about him, he can be rather rude." She glared at the Doctor. "What's your name?"

"Anna." She said, smiling faintly.

"Nice to meet you-" Clara started but Matthew interrupted her.

"What happened?" He asked, genuinely concerned and confused. This day was turning out to be much more than he expected. First, a blue box falls out of the sky. Then, he invites the people who came out of the box to dinner. And finally, his wife's maid claims to have seen a ghost. All he wanted was to have a nice day. But oh no.

"Me and Anna were talking when all of the sudden a face appeared behind her but her disappeared before we could have a good look at her." Said Mary from her seat on the bed.

"How do you know they're a her?" Asked Clara, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, It's either a girl or a boy and she looked feminine.." Said Mary.

"Actually, there are more than two gen-" Clara started but was cut off by a sigh.

"Clara let's not get into gender roles right now." He said. Clara sighed in defeat.

"Do you think it's an actual ghost?" Clara asked the Doctor, secretly hoping the answer was yes because she was beginning to like all these people.

"Hmm, I don't see what else it could be…" he sighed.

"It's like Ghostbusters!" exclaimed Clara.

"Ghostbusters?" Questioned Matthew, who was now sitting next to Mary on the bed.

"It's a movie." Explained Clara. The Doctor sighed again,

"Don't be an idiot, they won't have that movie for years, Clara." Said the Doctor, rolling his eyes.

"Shame. They will be alive to see it right?" She asked. The Doctor shrugged,

"Not sure."

"Can we move back to the case at hand?" Asked Mary.

"Yes, I'm going to go collect my EMF meter from the Ta- I mean, the box. I'll be right back."

"Doctor! Wha-" But he was already gone.

"I think we ought to go down now, dinner will be ready any moment. Thank you Anna, I'll call you up if we make any progress." Said Mary, taking Matthews hand and walking out of the door. "Are you coming?" She asked Clara.

"Oh, yes." Clara was very excited to meet the rest of the family.

"Clara!" Exclaimed a voice from behind her. It was the Doctor. "Don't you want to see the ghost and then leave?" She rolled her eyes.

"Doctor, just because you turn on the EMF meter doesn't mean that the ghost will suddenly appear and you can kindly ask it to go home." She laughed. "I think I'd rather attend a 1920s dinner." He stuck his tongue out at her,

"Boring." He considered his options for a moment, "as much as I'd hate to admit it I think I might enjoy that as well. I'll be down in a few minutes." Clara grinned at her victory and looked back at Mary and Matthew who both looked immensely confused.

"Sorry, shall we get going?"

There you go! I have five chapters written and will be uploading chapter two soon :)