First chapter / prologue, 'Time Crash', and, as much as I would love to, I don't own Dr Who :)

Chapter 1 - Time Crash

Myra Hull. Five foot eight, brown hair, green eyes. Administrative supervisor for a local supermarket, averagely bright, completely normal, and about to be hit straight on by a speeding, black Ford Focus Coupé-Cabriolet.

Myra woke up. Her head ached. She rolled her head to the other side. The movement sent a shot of pain through her skull. She grimaced, and then shivered. Cold. Then she frowned. Cold? It shouldn't be cold, why was it cold? Her consciousness flicked into action and she opened her eyes. Pitch black.

Up, she ordered herself, firmly, Come on. Up.

She put her hands out in front of her and forced herself up a few inches. She looked around. She could make out vague, black shapes around her, but nothing clear. She grimaced as her muscles objected to the sudden effort, and she put her hand up to her aching skull. It tinkled.

Myra forced herself bolt upright, quickly, clawing at the thing on her arm, in her skin. She pulled it out, ignoring the pain, and held it up in front of her eyes. An IV. A needle. Hospital? She looked around her, and then moved her hand over her forehead. She remembered. Oh God, she remembered. The road, the car, the crash, the tarmac. And then... nothing. Not a blip. Nada.

She pushed her back against whatever she had been lying on, forcing herself to be more comfortable - a contradiction her muddled mind was not able to register. She looked around, "Hello?" she called, hesitantly, moving back, keeping her eyes on the dulled, blackened shapes, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

There was no answer, and she felt a stab of panic move through her again, "Hello? Where am I? Hello!"

Nothing. She got to her feet, feeling her way around the bed, reaching out for a wall. Suddenly, a door slammed behind her and she spun back, her heart thumping, "Who's there?"

She heard slow footsteps, coming towards her, "Whoa, whoa, it's okay, it's alright."

She turned to the voice, "Where are you? Who are you? What the hell's going on?"

"Look, it's okay, really, it's okay."

"Who are you?"

"I'm a friend. Really. I promise."

Myra frowned for a second. The footsteps had stopped. But she... recognised that voice. Really recognised it. But she couldn't quite place it. "Who are you. Tell me your name."

"Look, first things first, let me get us some light in here, yeah?"

A tiny blue light lit up not three metres away from her and a high, wavering whistle echoed through the air, a trill. She moved back, instinctively, and flinched when an old-fashioned, dirty looking light flickered into action above her head. She glanced at it and then immediately moved her eyes down. Then she froze.

"Are you alright?" the man asked, his voice full of simple concern.

Myra opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. He looked at her for a second, and then gave a small, slightly uncomfortable smile, "Yes, I'm fine, how are you, very good thanks, pleased to meet you."

She stared at him, and then finally managed to force out a courtesy: "Sorry. Yes, yes, I'm... fine. You?"

His smile turned genuine, "Very good, thanks, pleased to meet you. Now..." he walked away from her to her right, the long, grooved metal tube ready in his hand, "Don't mind me, just passing through."

He moved over to a window, swiftly, and her eyes followed him, still frozen in a mix of shock and confusion, "But... but you're..."

He looked back at her over his shoulder, barely more than a glance, and flashed her a thin black wallet with a single piece of paper, "John Smith, Health and Safety."

"Psychic paper." She said, quietly, without thinking.

He looked back at her again, "Sorry?"

She shook her head, "Nothing." There was a pause as she watched him scan the small blue light over the window frame in front of him and then force it open. Then she took a step towards him, "Where am I?"

He didn't look at her, "The hospital of St Mary the Virgin, Chichester, West Sussex."

Another shock. She just stared at him, "I'm where?"

"St Mary's hospital. Chichester. West Sussex."

"Oh no I'm not."

He looked back at her, surprised, "No, no, really. You're in St Mary's hospital."

"I'm not."

"Chichester."

"I'm not."

"West Sussex."

"Stop saying that!"

He stopped, looking at her, a slight frown still on his face. Myra took in a deep breath, and then forced it straight back out as he took a step into the light. The dim light completely illuminated his face, and... it was him. There was no mistaking him. Tennant. David Tennant. Prince Hamlet, Barty Crouch junior, Alan Hamilton from 'Recovery'... the Tenth Doctor.

Then she shook her head, realisation suddenly hitting her, "Oh, the crash! Of course, I... I must be in... a coma, or something. Or maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe I'm dead, oh God, am I dead?"

A small half-smile passed over his lips, "Doesn't look like it to me." He took a sharp step towards her and just nicked her on the arm.

She flinched back, "Ow!"

His smile grew into a grin, "See? Not dead, no coma. Simple."

He went to turn away from her and she grabbed his shoulder, "But, wait, what about the crash?"

"What crash?"

"I was hit. Hit by a car."

"A cart?"

"No, a car."

His expression had changed, a frown furrowing his features, "What d'you mean."

"I mean a car! What else would I mean? A big black one, convertible, I think. Stuff's a bit fuzzy at the moment."

He looked at her, "Really... Now... that's odd..."

"Not the only thing around here, what the hell are you doing here?"

He seemed to retreat a little, "Oh, I told you, Health and Safety, just passing through."

"But... are... are you filming? Is that what this is? Are you filming in... in the hospital?"

"No..." he looked at her, strangely, "Why would I do that?"

She shook her head, immediately, "Oh, I'm insane!"

"What, why?"

"Because..." she paused, and then shook her head again, "Because you're the Doctor."

He gave a small, curious smile, slightly surprised, "Yeah. Yes I am. Have we met?" she shook her head, and the smile flickered, staying on, "Sorry, I've... I've got a complicated life, I... I've been around. Do I know you - or, well, do you know me?"

She shook her head, shakily, "Know you, hell, I probably know your life better than I do my own... Time Lord."

His expression suddenly changed. A frown moved over his face and he took a slow step back, "How do you know that."

"Well, seeing as I'm going along with this right now, I might as well do it right." She moved forwards, holding out her hand, "Myra Hull. And you?"

He stayed where he was, his eyes moving over her, not taking her hand, "You tell me."

She lowered her hand, "Oh no, no-one knows your name."

"What makes you think that."

"Doctor." She paused, and then shook her head, "Look, if I'm for one second going to believe this is all true... It's just..." an unexpected tear slipped out of her eye and she turned her back, immediately. She put her shaking hands up to her face, and forced her breathing to still.

"I just..." her voice broke and she paused for a second, "I just don't know where I am. I... I have no idea what's going on." She turned back, grabbed him by the sleeve, refused to let him pull away, "Doctor, what happened. Where am I."

The Doctor looked at her for a second, a flicker passing over his face, a flicker of sympathy breaking through the suspicion. Then he put his hand on hers and gently moved it off, taking his time. Then he moved his eyes back up to hers, his expression perfectly serious, "Do you believe in time travel?"