DestinyShadowThief: Hey! I've decided to stop writing fanfictions for a bit and just go back to being boring old me, which is just writing stories that I might want to really, really publish and all. Das End! for now. No buts from any of you 'cause I won't listen! Oh, well I wanted to go out with a bit of a bang. So I will offer up a one shot! Congrats to some of you who already knew I was taking a break, because you get the privilege to read this! . . .

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING FROM DOCTOR WHO! THIS IS PURELY FANMADE BECAUSE I LOVE IT SOOOOOOO MUCH! WHY YOU LEAVE DAVID TENNENT?(Pst! I bought a sonic screwdriver. :) Yay me!)

The Strange Man And His Box

I looked up. It was funny lookin'. Not that I have a problem with funny lookin' things, but it was just weird, but in an awesomely cool way. It was Friday night and all I wanted to do was rest, but, nooooooooo, I'm standin' out here, in the middle of London, just lookin' at this thing in the sky. It was just floatin' around like it had nothing else to do. I was curious, very curious. Call me Alice in Wonderland, but I like weird stuff.

I'm called insane, weird, creepy, crazy, bookworm, geek, crazy, weird-o, crazy, cool, blondie, and just plain different. Hehe! I said crazy three times. I like it that way. I like being different, it was just fine with me, being different. I was never one for joining people in clubs or mingling in parties. In fact. . . never take me to party, I'll hide in a corner and pray for it to be over soon.

Ooh, I caught another glimpse of it. It was. . . a box? Whaaaaaaat? Didn't see that coming. A floatin' box? Not what I expected. I was expectin' a lost shooting star, or something, lookin' for directions.

"Hey, Starry, you lost?"

"Yeah, I think I took the wrong turn at the nebula. Know anyone who could give me some directions?"

"I'm your gal! Anyway, that's a common mistake, just turn right when you get to Big Ben."

"Okay! Thanks!"

I chuckled at the thought of a conversation like that. It'd be kinda nice to have a talk with a star. Hey! The box is flyin' away! Why is the box flying away? I wanna have a talk with the box!

I raced after the flyin' box like the uninsane person that I am. I mean, what could go wrong?

I ran faster and faster. I reeeeeeally wanted to know what that box was doing. Curiosity can get the better of me later, but not tonight. The road I was running on was slippery and I nearly tripped several time following that box.

"SLOW DOWN, WILL YA? YOU. . . FUNNY-FLYING-BOX-THING! YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU! SLOW DOWN ALREADY!"

It didn't slow down, which really got on my nerves. I have a short temper, so I don't do too well when I'm angry. It was heading for my house. Why are you heading you heading to my house, you funny box, you?

It stopped and hovered over my house as if it was waiting for permission. I huffed and opened the door to my house as fast as I could, opened a window, and looked up, curiously. It was still hovering. I grabbed a flashlight from one of the drawers next to me and shined it up at the box. I was caught completely off guard. It was a blue telephone box from, like a looooong time ago, like the 1950's or so, and rotatin' at a fast pace. Faster than I thought was possible.

Good? Maybe. . .

Bad? Absolutely not!

Awesome? Definitely! Positively awesome!

In fact, you could say it was fantastic. . .

It stopped, rotatin' that is, and dropped at an alarmin' speed. "Uh oh," I muttered, under my breath. I ducked behind the couch just as my roof caved in on me. . .

XXX= A Few Minutes Later

The dust fell everywhere, I wonder why, I thought sarcastically. Oh wait a minute, give me a minute and I'll remember. Telephone box, flyin' ;, then crashin' through my roof. My roof I might add. I stood up from behind the couch. The phone box was on its side and the door was open.

"Hello?" I called out.

"You're the first one that's said that me! You'll be the first to see me in my new face!"

"New face?" Whaaaaaaat the heck is he talkin' about?

"It's complicated."

"Could tell from the context of the whole new face thing. You alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I just don't know about the old girl though."

The telephone box gave a groan and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Alright! Alright! Young girl?"

There was a ding, almost in approval. I took another step closer to the box and peered down the box. It was smaller on the outside. I leaned too far forward and fell. I yelled as I hit something hard, the floor maybe?

"See? Sexy, that's what I love about humans! They're always so curious!"

I groaned as I stood up. The inside of the box was a mess. There was water everywhere and books lyin' round, but it was way cool. Who am I to judge interior decorating when they can fit a room the size of a house in a telephone box? Exactly.

"Whoa!" Really, Andrea? That's all you can say? 'Whoa'? That's pathetic! "I know."

"What?"

"Nothing, talkin' to myself. Wait! Where and who are ya?"

"In my TARDIS and I'm stuck."

"Funny name that, stuck."

"Well, at least it'll stick."

"Seriously, where are ya? Who are ya? Why did you crash into my house? Why is it smaller on the outside? Cause that is just plain cool, but you'll have to show me how ya did it?"

"Help me get up and I'll tell you!"

"I don't know where you are!"

"Down here!"

I looked down. The floor had these little holes in them so I could see him. "Oh," I said, slightly surprised. "'Ow'd you get down there?"

"Long story, involving a book case falling on me."

"There's no bookcases here," I replied, walking down some steps.

He was probably tall, hard to tell he was stuck hanging from the floor above me. This things had two floors? He's definitely teachin' me his trick! He had brownish red hair and wild brown eyes. He wore a suit, nice shoes, and a bow-tie. Cool. Bow-ties are cool.

He was really wet.

"Found me did ya?" he asked.

"Guess I did."

I took out my pocket knife and started to cut at where he was held. It was some sort of seat being held up by wire, and he, of course, was all tangled up in it.

"So. . . who are you?"

"The Doctor."

"Don't mind my askin', but Doctor who?"

"Exactly!"

"Okaaaaaay then."

"They all just call me The Doctor, remember the the The." I chuckled and he chuckled. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Andrea, Andrea Smith."

"German?"

"Part."

"I'm not in Germany am I? Oh, God, please tell me I'm not in Cardiff!"

"You're not in Cardiff."

"Now don't just say things to make me feel better! Tell me the truth! Oh, I am in Cardiff aren't I?"

"Nope, you're not, just merry old London."

The Doctor sighed then laughed, runnin' a hand through his hair. "You look a bit bit like her," he said. "With the hairdo and all, you look a bit like her."

"Who?"

That seemed to be a touchy subject because the smile he'd been wearing faded instantly. "A friend," he replied.

"Where is she? She stuck too?"

"No, no, she's gone."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I cut the final stand of wire and he fell onto the second floor. I'll never get tired of that. . . a second floor underneath the other floor inside a phone box? He sat up and looked up at me with an annoyed face.

"Sorry?" I tried.

The Doctor sighed and stood up. "We better give her a bit of time to pull herself together."

"Your friend?"

"No, the TARDIS."

"Oh," I said. I was completely lost. "Want somethin' to eat?"

"Apples! Let's hope I like apples this time."

"Oooookay."

We climbed up and out of his box. When the Doctor looked around my house he whistled and closed the door to his TARDIS thingy. "Sorry 'bout the mess."

"It's okay, I think."

We smiled and I led him to the kitchen. I had a few apples lyin' around somewhere for my friends when they visited. I found one and handed it to him. He took a bite, chewed, swallowed, and jumped up and down. It was weird to see a grown-up jump up and down like a little school-kid.

"I Like apples!" he shouted, triumphantly.

I shrugged. "I like bananas myself."

He hugged me. "I love you!"

"Eh?"

"I haven't met too many people who like bananas. They prefer guns than to talkin' it over peacefully while eating bananas."

"What is wrong with those people?"

"Can I have a banana? . . . and keep the apple?"

"Yup! I got some right here."

I lifted up a bag full of bananas. He smiled. "Fantastic."

He practically dove into the bananas. He was eating them two at a time as fast as he could. Soon, he slowed down and we sat down and talked.

"What does TARDIS mean?" I asked.

"T.A.R.D.I.S. That spells TARDIS-"

"I'm in college, not pre-school."

"Sorry, but you're just short."

I gave him a look and he continued. "Andrea right?"

I nodded. I was anxiously waiting for what TARDIS meant, probably something cool.

"TARDIS. That's Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."

"Cool. . ." I said. "What in the name of earth does that mean?"

"It's spaceship and a time-machine all rolled up into one."

I nodded. I was startin' to get it. "So, does that mean you're an alien?"

"Yes, I am."

"You, Doctor, are the coolest guy I've ever met.'

He smiled and I smiled. He proceeded to tell me stories of his adventures in time and space. There these robot like things, with a living organism inside, called a Dalek. He told me that it only thought of being the superior race and wiping out everything in its path. They went around yelling "EXTERMINATE!" and shooting their weapons, lasers of some sort. Apparently, it wasn't good if you were hit by it.

He told me of the Sontarans. He told me of the poisonous some? that had filled the air the day they'd arrived. I remembered that, I'd been trapped in my cousins car that day. He now lived, like right next door, we worked together. I wrote the manuals for his best selling inventions. Apparently, the Sontarans were very warlike, but the doctor had a friend that was a Sontaran, his name was Strax.

He told me about the Cybermen. Humans that had been "upgraded" to become a superior race. The villains of space seemed to enjoy that whole thinking-of-themselves-as-a-superior-race thing. They had run about fighting the Daleks awhile ago, back when the Doctor had had a different face. It had also been the day he'd lost his friend.

I was captivated of when he spoke about so many plants, dimensions, the time he met Shakespeare and had saved him from witch-like things, I couldn't catch the name. He told me all sorts of stories. The stories of how the Daleks first came around by their creator Davros, how the Cybermen had been wiped out only to come back by some insane dude from a parallel world, and about some creatures called Rexicoricalphilpitorians.

When he'd finished I said: "That is brilliant!"

"Like 'em?"

"They're amazing! How do you manage to survive?"

"Well. . . Wait! I have a question for you!"

"What? What is it?"

"Am I ginger?" The Doctor crossed his fingers and shut his eyes as if praying for reddish hair.

"You're a bit of a mix between red hair and brown hair."

He opened his eyes. "So close."

He stood up abruptly, seizing a banana. "Let's go check on the old girl, shall we?"

I followed him back to the TARDIS. She or her, as he called the TARDIS, was standing up straight. The Doctor opened the door and ushered me inside. The inside was completely mended. It was now fully fixed.

"Aww," Doctor said. "I was hoping she'd change the interior."

He ran into one room and I, being the curious person that I am, followed him. The room was huge! I'd never seen anything like it, it was as tall as a mansion. The drawback was it was filled with clothes. Suits, ties, shoes, hats, and some pretty cool lookin' coats and scarfs.

THe Doctor had vanished for a bit so I waited for him. He emerged wearing a grey suit, some flat runnin' shoes, a nice grey tie, and a tan leather jacket the length of his body. "I've been wanting to try this one again, I wished I could've used the clothes from my fourth face, but no they didn't fit."

"I think you look cool," I said.

"You're still here?" he asked.

"Sorry."

"No, it's just that. . . they always wander off."

"Okay, but-"

He let out a yell and searched his pockets. "Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"My Sonic Screwdriver! It's gone!"

There was annoyed ding coming from the main room we'd just come from and The Doctor took off at lightin' speed. I followed him. We were back in the main room and I noticed like these this tall pillar like thing in the center of the room. It had all sorts of things on it a TV, typewriter. a bell, a rubber duck, a hammer, several other screens, a few pictures of some girls and some boys, and finally a latch that opened something. There was a small opening next to the typewriter. The Doctor seemed enthusiastic about this whole especially when a small stick like thing popped out.

"I've never seen a screwdriver like that."

"Because it's sonic."

"So. . ." I said.

"So. . ."

"You're off then? Leavin'?"

"Yes."

"Ever comin' back?"

"I don't know."

There was silence. I didn't want him to go. I wanted to see those world he'd talked about. I wanted to face all those worlds by his side. I wanted to stop the Daleks. I wanted to meet Strax. Heck! I wanted to see Cybermen.

"It's been cool, talkin', I guess. . " I said, heading towards the doors, slowly.

"Well, you could. . ."

I turned. "Yeah?"

"You could always come with me, I could use some help."

"Yes!" I said.

His tone was serious. "You may never come back, you may never see your? family again, never get back to your job, you may never adapt to human life again. Are you willing to risk all that to come with me?"

I sighed with a small smile. Those were setbacks, but I wanted to see things earth couldn't show me, something only space could. "My family's always sayin' I should travel. I want to go. I'll leave a note for my cousin and get some clothes, is that alright?"

He nodded and I smiled as wide s I could runnin' out. I threw some clothes inside a bag, wrote a note, stuck it on my cousin's door, and raced back into my living-room. The TARDIS was still there, waitin' for me. I didn't hesitate. I ran inside.

'Dear Michael Karnak,

I know you may be wondering why my roof is caved in and why I'm gone. Well, I travelin' with the guy who broke my ceiling.'

The Doctor smiled at me, pulled a lever, and typed in something on the typewriter.

'Seems crazy, I know, but you're always sayin' I should travel more. So I am. I'll be fine, sure, there'll be some dangers, but he'll protect me. I know he will. You're probably thinkin': "ANDREA! WHAT'RE YOU THINKING?"'

The TARDIS began to shake and I stood next to The Doctor and held onto the console of the TARDIS as he called it. We smiled even wider and looked up.

'I'm gonna be fine. Tell everyone that I'll miss 'em, but I'll be gone for a while. Heck! I don't care how long I'm gone. This travelin' thing may be the awesomest thing that's ever happened to me.'

There was a whooshing sound and the TARDIS vibrated even more. I was nearly thrown off balance, but The Doctor caught me. "Don't want to see you get stuck to the floor like I got."

"Thanks."

'Tell Franklin that I'll miss him. I hope he's happy on his honeymoon, tell him that too. Tell all my friends I'll miss 'em a lot, but I had to take this opportunity. I think it's for the best. Tell my Mom and Dad I love them and that I'll be back.'

The TARDIS stopped movin' and The Doctor opened the doors to show me what was outside. Billions of stars, asteroids, comets, and planets surrounded us. I saw something catch my eye. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.

"A Dalek ship," The Doctor sighed. "You sure you want to stay?

I looked at him. "Yes." I held his hand. "I want to stay."

'I'm countin' on you, Michael. You're my messenger. I trust you with this message. . . because I don't know if I'm ever comin' back. And if I do. . .'

The Doctor closed the doors to the TARDIS and we went back tot he console, where pulled levers chains, and hit the poor rubber duck with the hammer. I heard the whooshing sound again, we opened the door, and peeked out.

"IT IS THE DOCTOR!"

"HE HAS COME!"

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

'I won't be the same. . .'

DestinyShadowThief: This is my good-bye for now to all you people. If I decide to come back, I will, but in the meantime, I'll be writing other stuff. I like this story, review, and think. Good-bye.

*Regenerates and comes up with a new face*

DestinyShadowThief: Well that was a rush, what am I doing? Oh, hi, there. Who are you? Who am I?