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One thing India-Rose would've liked would be sleeping in her bed. After finishing up her shift at the local restaurant she worked at, and then finishing up her shift as a bartender at the bar at the outskirts of the city, India-Rose was pretty much dead on her feet. She had two jobs to help her get through college—which she attended full-time. She was determined to get through school if it was the last thing she did. But sometimes India-Rose found herself getting a little...frustrated—and frustration was something that caused borderline disastrous results. No, scratch that—any kind of emotion for India-Rose could end disastrously.

The last time India-Rose felt really frustrated, she nearly set her bed on fire.

That's right—India-Rose had a thing for fire. A thing she couldn't control and seemed to fluctuate depending on her emotions. It was something she had her entire life and anyone who knew refused to tell her why.

It was because of that refusal that ended with India-Rose, at only eleven years old, setting a portion of her house on fire because she couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She had panicked, and before she even had time to react, she was surrounded in smoke and flames.

After some surgeries and horrible psychological damage, India-Rose spent the next seventeen years trying to control her emotions. And at twenty eight years old, India-Rose had gained some control over herself.

So, after India-Rose finished her late shift at the bar, she took the city's transit back to the main part of the city, preparing herself to start her walk back to her apartment when she made her stop. Three blocks, that's all. Three measly blocks to her apartment. Then she could sleep and go to classes in the morning.

But once she got off at her stop and started walking, she didn't even get three feet before being knocked onto her butt. Anger erupted in her, and that familiar burning feeling started at her hands and slowly creeping up her arms. Looking up, India-Rose saw the figure of someone standing over her.

"Are you OK?" a voice exclaimed, a British accent lacing the words.

India-Rose's brows furrowed in confusion. The part of New Jersey India-Rose lived in, she hardly noticed any British people living there. Sure, she met a few people who were from some part of Europe, but none of them were British.

He's probably some damn tourist, she thought bitterly.

When the figure crouched down, India-Rose's eyes widened a fraction when she saw the way he looked—floppy hair, tall and lanky, wearing a suit with a bowtie, and pale skin. He didn't look like he had the strength to even push someone.

"I'm fine," she snapped.

When she stood up, she glared at the man before her. He looked a little worried, but seemed to be focusing more on something else. Quickly looking behind him, the man muttered something under his breath before fixing his bow tie, a scowl settling on his face.

"Listen, I need help with something." The man put his hands on India-Rose's shoulders. He didn't even give her a chance to answer. "I'm in a bit of a situation and I need to..."

Before he could finish, a loud noise roared behind him, causing him to jump. He dropped his hands from her shoulders and turned around, his shoulders slumping.

"OK, never mind, you're gonna have to come with me." The man grabbed India-Rose's hand before yanking it back with a yelp. "Your hand is burning hot." When the noise roared again, the man jumped again. "Never mind that!" he exclaimed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him as he began running.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" India-Rose exclaimed.

"There was an alien in hibernation and I may have accidentally woken it up!" he cried.

India-Rose tried yanking her wrist from the man's grasp, but he held her wrist tightly. "You're crazy!" she cried.

"This isn't the worst thing that's happened!" the man shouted. "Trust me, I've seen things you wouldn't believe."

As they shoved their way past groups of people, the man pulled her down an alley. A lump formed in India-Rose's throat. Was he going to do something to her? How could she allow herself to follow him?

"OK, you need to listen to me." India-Rose yanked her wrist from the man's hand. "I don't know what kind of freak show you're running, but I don't want any part of it. I just want to go home."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the man looked at her with pursed lips and wide eyes.

"That wouldn't be a problem if you didn't have my scent on you," he said. "That alien I woke up? If its hibernation is interrupted, it locks onto the scent of whoever disturbed it and hunts it down and it won't stop hunting it down until its dead."

India-Rose shook her head in disbelief. "You really are crazy, aren't you?"

Before the man had a chance to answer, another roar echoed, mingling in with the sounds of people screaming—and it was closer. The man shoved India-Rose behind him, digging through the inside of his jacket. What he pulled out made India-Rose's brows furrow in confusion and her heart drop.

He took out some kind of stick that glowed green at the end.

"If I can just change the frequency..." he muttered.

At the entryway of the alley, a huge figure appeared. It was covered in patchy fur; long, curved claws; large fangs; and bloodshot eyes.

"Ha!" the man exclaimed. Pointing the glowing thing at the monster, a loud buzz came from it. India-Rose covered her ears, the buzz giving her a headache. The buzzing kept getting louder until India-Rose couldn't even hear it anymore. The monster let out a pained wail, clawing at its ears. Allowing the noise to go on for a moment longer, the creature fell onto the ground, its limbs jerking wildly before it stopped moving.

Looking at the man in front of her, India-Rose felt a tidal wave of emotions crashing inside her. She didn't know if what she saw was real or some weird dream.

I probably fell asleep on the bus, she thought. This is all just some weird dream. None of this is real!

The man turned and looked at her, tucking his glowing stick thing back into his jacket.

"Are you OK?" he asked softly.

"W-Who are you?" she asked shakily.

A knowing smirk came upon his face. "I'm the Doctor."

Author's Note:

Please have patience with me while I'm writing this. This is the first 'Doctor Who' fanfic I've written. If it seemed like I didn't get the 11th Doctor right, then please help me get it right.

As for India-Rose, she'll have more of an explanation on her weird abilities and whatnot in later chapters.

Since this is my first 'Doctor Who' fic, I'd really like some help when I'm writing this. It'd be really helpful for me.

This story is set before Amy and Rory left, and as for the relationship between the Doctor and River, I'll have something figured out for that. This is a Doctor/OC story, so...I'm still trying to figure everything out.

Anyway, nothing in the Whoniverse belongs to me. I only own my fillers and my characters.

Leave a helpful and kind review, please.

Thank you.

Susan Strong