A/N: Hello! So I decided to do a crossover with Doctor Who and Jessica Jones. I thought it would make an interesting plotline. My friend requested I post this.

By the way, please review your thoughts. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated as well as your thoughts on the chapter. I never wrote a crossover before and I hope I am not butchering either show with my terrible writing!

Disclaimer: I do not own David Tenant sadly enough.

Chapter 1

"For some people

small, beautiful events

are

what life is about."

― The Doctor

The Tardis whirred into a continuous hum as the tenth Doctor ran around his ship flipping switches. Grabbing onto a lever, he yanked it upwards with a loud "Allonsy!" With wild excitement dancing in his eyes and both hearts beating with adrenaline in his chest, he clenched his teeth shut in a roguish smile. "Come on! What's next? An army of Daleks or Cyborgs? Ah, come on, same old, same old! Where's the adventure?" His Scottish-Britain rogue accent dipped heavily in his voice as he clenched his teeth waiting for whatever destination the Tardis chose for him. Throwing back his head, he let out a hearty laugh as the ship spiraled through the usual wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff as this body loved to describe it.

With a sudden stop, the Doctor was hurled unceremoniously to the floor. The Tardis shut down with a soft hum. He really needed to take the emergency brakes off to stop the dreadful noise from each landing, but he knew he wouldn't. It would take away the dramatics each time he arrived. And oh, how he loved to make an entrance. Hopping to his feet, the Doctor strode out of the police box hands in the pockets and his caramel colored trench coat flowing behind him. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he looked around. The tall skyscrapers, crowded buildings, and herds of people surrounded him as he turned.

"New York," he muttered incoherently recognizing the streets and the American lilt of people's voices around him. Running a hand through his hair before thoughtfully walking down the avenue. "No, nothings good with New York. Too much," his brow furrowed as his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Just too much. The old-old-old-old-old New York before everything was renovated. Ah, of course she takes me to New York." He emphasized the last two words sending a spiteful look at his ship as he took a pair of red sunglasses from a nearby stand much to the chagrin of the seller and placed it on his face. Immediately brightening, the Doctor tapped a passerby on the shoulder. "Excuse me, what date is it?"

The man grunted, brushing off where the Doctor touched his shoulder as if getting rid of possible germs that could ruin his suit. "January 1st, 2016." The young businessman turned away miffed as the Doctor shook his head.

"Oh no, no, no, no!" Rushing back to the Tardis, he raced to the controls. "I can't be here! Not in this body!" The Tardis refused to respond as he furiously pressed buttons and twisted knobs to no avail. Sinking to the floor rubbing his face tiredly, the Doctor leaned against the Tardis' control center in resigned defeat.

Jessica forced a smile from her place on Tris' love seat as Simpson offered her a beer. Taking it, she dipped her head back letting the alcohol burn its way down her throat. Tris laughed as the rugged blonde cop twirled her around to the music playing from the kitchen stereo. Champagne was for the taking on the table, a large handmade sign read 'Happy New Years of new beginnings", and everyone was smiling. Malcolm was nodding his shaggy head to the tune of the music, lifting his own glass of champagne to his lips. Luke was leaning against the counter arms crossed with an eyebrow raised at Jessica's slumped form. They were celebrating his death. Kilgrave was finally gone, no longer there to torment or use his mind control. She was finally free, no longer his puppet. Yet, she didn't feel like celebrating.

"I love you," she had whispered in his ear with tear filled eyes before snapping his neck. The look of betrayal, hurt, and pain that flitted across his features in mere seconds before he fell lifelessly to the ground was seared in her memory.

"You okay?" Luke placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. His gaze intent as she laughed humorlessly and took another long needed sip. "You look like shit."

Memories of the past two years came rushing back to the point it was unbearable. He was gone. She should be ecstatic that she no longer needed to look over her shoulder. Yet, she felt hollow, a shell of who she once was.

"I feel like shit." Rolling her eyes, Jessica stood up and brushed past him ignoring Tris and Simpson's questioning, concerned looks as she headed for the door. She needed to be alone. With her head down and her leather jacket snug around her as she strutted purposely with no destination in mind down the streets, she found herself frozen in front of a blue police box.

Her eyebrows raised incredulously as she briefly pondered the existence of a London police box being recently placed in the past hour off the corner of her apartment in New York City. The investigator in her piked, but she shook it off. Shaking her head, deciding she didn't particularly care enough to wrap her thoughts around it, she continued towards her apartment. Opening the glass doors to the lobby, she gave an acknowledging nod to Jimmy who was lazily on his Nintendo at the office desk. Then she froze. Her mouth gaping like a fish out of water as a choked sound escaped her throat. A man was using a weird looking screwdriver and waving it like a lunatic over the elevator doors as he muttered quietly to himself. Brown hair stuck up in all different directions and he sported a trench coat. It was the same body build and hair. But it couldn't be. She felt herself collapse when he turned to face her.

The world seemed to turn as her vision blurred. Her fingers grasped at anything to catch her fall as she felt dazed.

"Kilgrave," her lips mouthed the name as the man in question rushed to her side. Brown eyes roved over her face as he shined the screw driver in her eyes.

"You're going into shock. You'll be fine in a few minutes. Just remember to breathe." He lightly tapped her nose. "Ah, so you're Miss Jones." She blinked at his Scottish drawl. It was different yet familiar at the same time. His eyes twinkled in mischief as he helped her to her feet, smiling sheepishly. It was wrong. His mannerisms, his speech, and even his damn smile was all wrong. "Hello love, I'm the Doctor." His eyes shifted towards the elevator as he cocked his head. "Does it always get all shifty and wobbly like that?" Before she could articulate a response, he shook his head. "It'll take some time, but I believe I can fix it. Ah, elevators. Why elevators? Couldn't anybody be bothered with stairs? Lazy, I say." He sighed.

She was confused. She resorted to the anger built inside as she stared at the hauntingly familiar face of Kilgrave. Grabbing the lapels of his coat, she lifted him and slammed him against the wall hard. The impact led to cracks against the once smooth wall and a slight wince from the man as she pressed him even harder against the structure. "How are you still alive? I snapped your neck!" Her eyes widened as she took in the frustration that filled his features. She took this time to let her eyes roam across his face which no longer had the scruff that littered his chin and the wrinkles under his eyelids were gone. He seemed more youthful and the once dangerous aura no longer surrounded him.

"Of course, the bloody Tardis would take me to the bloody New York where my doppelganger is." He groaned. "Ah, the joys of being a Time Lord." He rolled his eyes. Jessica let him drop as she rubbed her temple while muttering "no" in a silent mantra.

"It's you," she placed a needed distance from him as she glanced at him warily. "You came to kill me."

Kilgrave furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, shooting his head up to look at her from brushing paint off his striped suit, before understanding lit his features. "Right, yes, sorry. I'm the Doctor. Trouble's just the bits-in-between! My ship is stranded in 2016 New York. You know my face from my doppelganger. Which is bad. Really, really bad as this effects the time space continuum. I promise Miss Jones, I am not here to hurt you." His lips puckered uncharacteristically as he smiled widely. His lips pulled back to show the whites of his teeth as he leaned backwards on his heels. "I'm in the mood for some shawarma. Care to join me?"