Summary:

Krystal is your average person...well, average if you forgo the fact that she's an alien from the very distant future with some interesting non-average abilities. Anyway, for twenty years she's been stuck on Earth, though, and for the majority of that time, she's been searching for the Doctor and his time traveling blue box in the hopes that he can help her get back home and save all her people.

Well, her long search is finally over. She's found him.

He can help her, right, because Krystal is tired of being the last of her kind on a planet where she has to hide her abilities.

But what if he can't help? What happens next?

Nah. It'll be fine. The Doctor will help her. He'll fix her problems. It'll be like nothing ever happened to begin with. Why? Because that's what he does. He saves entire planets and their people with nothing but his clever mind, a sonic screwdriver, and his amazing blue box.

He's the Doctor. What could go wrong?

Well, hello there. Been a while, hasn't it?

Welcome to Allons-y! (2.0). The new and (hopefully) improved version.

So, a couple months ago I ended up watching a random episode of Doctor Who which really made me want to sit back down and finish this gosh darn series that I had all planned out in my head. Thing is, when I started re-reading my other version of this story, I was cringing so hard at everything. Now I know my writing isn't spectacular or anything compared to others, but I know for a fact that I am a much better writer compared to when I first published the other Allons-y book (or any of my other books for that matter). So I decided that if I was going to continue on with this story, I was going to need to start fresh. It was the only way I knew I would be able to even try and get this Doctor Who ball rolling again.

Now I wasn't planning on putting this story up quite yet until I had a lot more re-written (I'm at about five chapters in so far), but the premiere of the latest Doctor Who episode made me want to. Granted this was supposed to be put up Sunday after I watched the newest episode but I ended up getting distracted with doing other things and by the time I had time, I was dead tired. So, the goal is going to be to update this story every Sunday since that is when Doctor Who is now airing. So basically I need to re-write things fast before I run out of already written chapters.

So, just want to give a heads up about this new story before anyone reads it. There are obviously going to be little changes. Heck, the first chapter is completely new compared to the original book and I added a completely new character. But one thing I definitely want to address is Krystal's personality, or better yet state-of-mind. I will warn now that, though sometimes poorly written, my character, in the beginning, is very negative when it comes to herself. She calls herself stupid a bunch of times, thinks she's worthless, believes that she isn't good enough for anyone to even think about liking, sometimes will tell herself that she is better off dead, etc. I just wish to point this out now before anyone reads further. She was not like this in the original story, but after doing a lot of tweaking with her personality I wanted to make her like this. A character who truly believes all of this about herself and gets forced to be around somebody else who thinks she's completely wrong and wishes to show her that.

On the bright side, though, this is still (or eventually will be) a Doctor/OC story. Someday. Not yet though. So learn to be patient, please. I promise it'll happen but I don't want to rush it like I felt like I needed to try and do in the last story. It ruins the whole thing. And yes, Rose is still in this and she and the Doctor still have that connection like they do in the actual series. And yes, Krystal and Rose will still have their moments and they will need to learn to overcome them in order to make the experience fun for everybody around them.

Now, I believe that's the main stuff then that I wanted to address at the moment. I am going to put another author's note at the bottom but that one will be a lot shorter and talk more about the chapter.

So, enjoy!

"Do you mind if I join you?"

I opened an eye and peered up at the man standing before me. He wore this goofy little smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. I raised an eyebrow and silently eyed his attire as he continued to stare at me.

Honestly, he reminded me of the stereotypical look for a college professor. Black shoes, black pants, a button-up shirt, blue suspenders with a matching bowtie, and then a tweed jacket. Ordinary people don't just go around looking like that for no reason. He couldn't be a professor though. He looked way too young. He had a babyface and a mop of floppy brown hair on top of his head. He had to at least be in his early to mid-twenties.

I mentally smacked myself. Here I was looking the way I did, and I thought it okay to judge someone off their appearance? Maybe he was just young with an old soul...or perhaps he actually was older than he looked and really was a professor. Who knows and who cares. It's not my business.

The man above me gave a soft chuckle, immediately pulling me from my thoughts. I quickly glanced away in embarrassment, my cheeks heating up a smidge, as I shrugged at him. Babyface or not, he was cute, unfortunately. Dumb hormones. "Yeah, sure. Go on ahead. It's not like I own the bench or anything. Make yourself comfy."

"Thank you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the man pause a second. He then took in a deep breath before taking a seat on the bench. I flinched when his jacket accidentally rubbed against my shoulder, and I scooted over as far away from him without him noticing my movement.

I noticed the man awkwardly shift a little as he rubbed his hands together. I silently watched as he leaned back and then instantly sat up straight, only to then hunch over. His hands rubbed together once more before finally settling on his legs where he gripped his pants tightly.

Why was he so nervous? He's the one who wanted to sit beside me. My eyes then widened a tad, and I looked away with an embarrassed flush. He wasn't going to ask me on a date or something, was he? Oh, Goddess. What if he did?!

I looked back at him out of the corner of my eye just in time to see him give a sigh and lean backward once more against the wood of the bench. His hands slowly relaxed their grip on his pants, and he casually brought one up, so it rested behind the back of the bench. I instantly stiffened.

"Something wrong?" he asked me. I quickly shook my head. "Are you sure? You don't look too well."

"I'm fine. Just...peachy," I lied through my teeth.

His leg closest to me crossed over his other and the one still on the ground started to bounce a bit. "I'm not sure I quite believe you."

I scowled at him. "Believe me or not. I don't care. Hell, I don't even know you! Besides, you've no room to talk." I added, referring to his nervous habits he was showing a few moments earlier.

The man looked off ahead, his small smile from earlier returning. "I guess not, huh?" He then shook his head and stuck out his right hand for me. "John Smith."

I quickly brought up a hand to cover my mouth as I snorted. John's grin grew as he watched me. After a moment, I lowered my hand from my face. "You're not serious, are you? That can't truly be your name." John said nothing. He just continued to smile at me. I couldn't help but smile back at him. "You poor thing. Your parents must've hated you."

"What's yours then?" he asked back, his hand still held between us.

My smile slowly started to disappear. "I'm not sure if I should...I don't even know you!"

"Well, how else are we suppose to get to know each other if you won't even tell me your name?"

I blinked at him. Was he flirting with me? Is that why he wanted to know my name? What should I tell him? Should I say my name or make something up?

'If you want my opinion, I say just go for it, Miss. He seems harmless enough.'

'Are you sure, Krystan?' I thought back to him.

'It is just a name. What harm could come of it?'

I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. You win."

Krystan's chuckle echoed through my head.

Krystan was my A.I. He was located inside of my Extraterrestrial Locator, aka E.T.L., which was a "watch" on my wrist that could locate aliens for me. The watch was connected telepathically to me which gave me the ability to be able to communicate with Krystan whenever he was inside of the watch and not in his hologram form. So, nothing is ever really private. Unless Krystan by chance isn't paying attention to my thoughts or I really focus on blocking my thoughts from him. Which can be a lot harder than it sounds.

"My name is Krystal," I told John, refusing to touch his hand.

John kept his hand up for another moment before slowly dropping it when he realized that I wasn't going to accept it. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

My cheeks grew even redder, and I felt my eyes burn as they shifted colors. Oh, thank Goddess I had in my contacts.

Krystan snickered, quite loudly, in my head. 'Miss, it appears he is flirting with you.'

"Uh huh," I subconsciously nodded.

John's head tilted a smidge, a chuckle coming forth from his lips. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to embarrass you like that. You just remind me of someone, is all."

"I'm good," I squeaked. My eyes widened, and I immediately clamped my mouth shut. I brought up a hand and covered my mouth before I sounded any more like an idiot.

John's hazel eyes drifted down to my neck. Suddenly his smile grew the widest I had seen so far. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it appears as if the gem in your choker has changed colors."

"Has it?" I asked, the question coming out muffled because of my hand. I quickly ripped my hand away and asked again.

He nodded. "Yes. To a very vibrant shade of orange. Almost like a mood ring. May I ask what color orange represents?"

"Uh...?"

How the bloody hell do I get out of this?! I'm not just going to come on out and say it's orange because I'm embarrassed! Not only is that embarrassing, and will prob make the orange shine even brighter, but he might tease me about why I'm acting this way. Stay strong, Krystal! It's just a man. A very nice looking man.

"Uh...it means nothing," I finally forced out. "Absolutely nothing. It doesn't change based on emotions, it just changes, you know? Yeah..."

I could immediately see that he didn't believe me, but luckily he didn't press me on it. Instead, he grew strangely quiet for a few seconds before saying, "I can...I can leave if you want me to. I see I'm making you uncomfortable."

I sighed, shaking my head. "No. Please stay. Don't go." John, who had stood up when I had been shaking my head, slowly sat back down and stared at me. I bit my lip and glanced away. "It's not your fault. I'm just not much of a social person."

I could feel his eyes still gazing at me, but I refused to make contact with him.

Ugh. This is so awkward. Why didn't I just go back to the ship? He's almost too close to me for my own comfort, but I told him he could stay. Maybe I should just leave instead.

Before I could decide to leave or not, John spoke. "So, Krystal, is there a reason for you being out here alone tonight? It is almost Christmas after all."

"Just, uh, looking for someone. Thought I'd take a break before heading home."

"Looking for someone, huh?" He seemed to smile at that which I raised an eyebrow slightly at. "Is he special?"

"You could say," I murmured. I shook my head. "Uh, what about you? Any reason you're out here? No family to be with on Christmas?"

John's smile remained on his face as he made eye contact with me. I held it for a few seconds before flushing and averting my eyesight to his bowtie. "Certain circumstances have made it impossible for us to be together, unfortunately."

I fully turned to face him, leaning my back against the armrest. "I'm sorry to hear that." I frowned and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. "I understand what it's like being separated from family. Hell, my entire family is actually..." I trailed off and pursed my lips before shaking my head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything." I broke the eye contact with his bow tie and looked up at the night sky.

Using my peripherals I saw John frown, his eyebrows scrunched together. He looked conflicted for a few moments. Finally, he sighed and rubbed at his face.

"I'm sorry to hear that as well," he quietly said. He sighed again and adjusted his bowtie before giving me that grin from earlier. "So, who are you looking for? Maybe I've heard of him and can help."

I shook my head. "Doubtful. The chance of you knowing him is very slim." I chuckled and looked back over at John. "Besides, I've been searching for, well, let's just say a long time now. I don't think some random man I just met is going to be my golden ticket to finding him."

"Well, what's his name? I know a lot of people."

"Still very doubtful."

John adjusted his bowtie again. "Oh come on. Give me a shot."

"Not this one," I said back. "But thanks."

Slowly, John moved slightly closer. I stiffened up and pressed my body as close to the armrest as I could. Noticing my discomfort, he stopped and held up his hands with the palms facing me. I silently eyed his hands before making eye contact with his hazel ones. I swallowed as he chuckled at me.

"Try me," he said, his voice dropping in pitch a bit.

My eyes, which had changed back to normal a bit ago, burned as they switched back to orange. I quickly looked away as my entire face flushed.

What was my issue with this man? Why was he able to make me flush so much? And so hard? I didn't have a crush, did I? I mean, he was super cute, but I just met him not even five minutes ago.

I licked my lips. "Fine, fine. Okay. You win. He calls himself the Doctor." Just back off already!

John sat up straight, his hands falling down to his lap, as he burst into laughter. "Doctor who?" I glared daggers at him and sat up straight myself. After a few long moments of his laughing, he finally calmed down enough to make eye contact with me again...only to start laughing at me once more. My glare hardened as his hands wrapped around his stomach and he bent over at the waist.

"Knew I shouldn't have told you," I muttered as his laughing finally, FINALLY, turned to giggles before subsiding again. "You good?" I asked sarcastically. "Feel better now? All out of your system?"

He gave me the biggest grin so far tonight. "Sorry. Inside joke." He immediately had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing again.

I sighed. "What is wrong with you?"

John eventually was able to stop and try to compose himself. The grin was still on his face as he went and adjusted his bowtie again. "I'm not sure what you mean."

My eyes narrowed at him. "Are you even taking this seriously at all? YOU'RE the one who asked for the name since you apparently 'know tons of people'!" I used air quotes before crossing my arms over my chest and looking off to the side.

I could see him blink owlishly over at me as realization seemed to kick in. "Of course I'm being serious, Krystal!" he exclaimed. I looked back over at him fully and cocked an eyebrow. John blinked again before taking a deep breath. He then slowly let it out as he sat up straight again and gave me a calming smile. "See? All better now. It's out of my system."

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring off to the side. "Whatever."

"So...can you tell me what this Doctor fellow looks like?"

I shook my head slowly. "Not really. He could honestly look like anything right now."

Plus, how do you tell a random Human that the Doctor could either be a big-eared man wearing a black leather jacket or something entirely different? You don't, that's how. Besides, he apparently has no idea who the Doctor is else he instead would've recognized him by name...instead of laughing insanely at me.

I sighed. So I'm still screwed.

"I can't help much if you don't describe his appearance to me."

"No. I shouldn't have told you. It's pretty obvious that you have no idea who I'm referring to."

"Hmm." John placed a hand to his chin. He started to tap a finger against his cheek. "Well, what about any distinguishing features about him? What makes him tick? What makes him different from the rest of the world? What's something that only the Doctor would have that makes him stand out?"

I sighed again. Fine. I guess I could try and tell John something special about the Doctor. I licked my lips. "He...he..." I frowned. What was something that was unique to the Doctor that I could tell to a Human and they understand? Come on, Krystal! What makes him stand out? Well, a few things do actually, like having two hearts and the ability to regenerate into an entirely different person, but if I say that I'll just go and scare John off.

Hmm.

My eyes locked on to John's blue bowtie again as I went deep in thought.

In my head, Krystan coughed loudly. I ignored him as I stared at John's tie still. Krystan then coughed again, even louder than the first time.

I sighed. 'What?'

'What color is his tie, Miss?'

'Blue. So?'

'What was that one important thing we were told to look out for that the Doctor will have? His ultimate mode of transportation.'

I blinked. Oh.

TARDIS.

Man, was I stupid.

'Miss, I can assure you that you are indeed not stupid.'

I frowned and glared down at my E.T.L. 'It's true. Besides, you HAVE to say that, Krystan.'

I returned my attention back to John's face. I blinked at the amused expression on his face. Did I do something funny while talking with Krystan? Ugh. Yeah. I probably did. I must look like some sort of idiot to him. I'm surprised he hasn't run off by just my expressions alone.

I awkwardly scratched at my arm. "Have you seen a blue police box from the 1960s anywhere by chance?" I quickly looked away, ready for him to laugh again.

Except he didn't laugh. My eyebrows scrunched together as I waited, and waited, and waited. But he didn't laugh. Ever so slowly I turned my head back to him.

John's grin grew and grew when he saw me look back at him, catching me even more off guard. "What if I were to say yes?"

I just stared at him. "Are you being serious right now?"

John didn't say anything as he just nodded back in response.

I took in a deep breath, pulling my hands slightly closer to my body, before releasing the breath and pulling my hands away. "If, IF, by chance, you have seen or even know where I can find this police box, and it by chance is the correct one I am seeking, then I...I would...I..." I took in another quick breath to calm my racing nerves. "I would forever be in your debt, sir."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "My debt?"

I swallowed. "You've no idea how long I have been trying to find this man."

"Why exactly are you looking for this Doctor person?" he then asked. "Why's he so special to you? Most people would've given up by now if it was taking them this long."

I looked directly into his eyes. "I have something very important that needs to be done, and he is the only person who can help me with my problem," I said as truthfully as I could without getting into my whole story.

"So you've never met this man yet you are depending on him?"

"Yeah...sounds accurate enough."

And crazy. Goddess, I sound like such a psychopath! Why is this man even still around me? If we were in reverse positions, I probably would have scrammed by now.

He laughed, and I immediately tensed up at the sound. Here it goes. He's going to call me crazy and leave. "All right. Sounds like a good enough reason for me."

I blinked at him. "You agree with me?"

"Well, of course. I'm not going to not agree with you. It's your choice what you wish to do. I'll just help get the ball rolling by setting you in the correct direction." John leaned in and placed a hand on my cheek causing a strange spark to emit from his hand. I tensed right back up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Besides, this Doctor could turn out to be someone extraordinary and help you out in more ways than one."

I swallowed at the lump forming in my throat. All my instincts were screaming at me to run far, far away. Screw the fact he can help me find the TARDIS and thus the Doctor. This man is touching me! Being comfortable with me!

I was busy waiting for him to leave that he did the one thing I despised. The one thing that was making ME want to run far away.

It was when his thumb lightly caressed my cheek, causing another strange spark of some sort, that I yelped and scrambled off the bench, falling to the ground. I heard him swear behind me, but I didn't care as I tried to crawl as far away from him as I could.

What the hell! He wasn't trying to help me! He was just trying to get close to me by pretending he could help me. Why was I such an idiot to think someone could just genuinely wish to help someone like me! Stupid, stupid, stupid, Krystal! I'm such an idiot! A bloody idiot!

"Krystal, wait! I didn't mean to do that!" he cried out.

I started to move faster at his words but paused when I heard a thump. Knowing I'd regret my action, I peered over my shoulder to look back at him. I stared in confusion at the sight of him sprawled out on the ground groaning.

Here was my chance to really flee...so why was I still staring at him?

My heart started going at a hundred miles a minute when he looked up at me through his hair that had fallen over his eyes. Seriously, Krystal? Why was I still here? Why didn't I leave already?

Yet I asked instead, "You okay?"

"Yeah." John pulled himself to his knees and rubbed at his forehead. "I'm fine. Just tripped."

I nodded and turned away again. "Good." I buried my head in my hands. "Please go away now."

"But I thought you wanted me to take you to where I saw the police box?"

"I did until you went and got personal with me!" I snapped at him, raising my head to glare at him. "Who just goes and does that?!" He went to open his mouth, but I put my head back in my hands when I felt tears start to fall down my face. "Please just go..."

I heard him sigh and rise to his feet. I tensed when his footsteps then sounded, but instead of moving farther away from me, they moved in my direction. Soon I could feel his presence beside me, his breathing lightly hitting my face. I slowly peered up and found myself eye-to-eye with him. I swallowed, my cheeks automatically flushing once more.

Damn it, Krystal! What the hell?!

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to frighten you like that," John murmured. "You just...you remind me of someone."

"Who?"

He bit his lip and glanced away for a split second before looking back once more at me. "My wife."

I blinked. Once, twice, thrice. "What?"

"You remind me of my wife," he swallowed. "...You look just like her. Identical, almost."

Of course, he was married. Guess he wasn't flirting after all. Or well...he was flirting, but more only because I look like his wife. If I didn't look like her, he probably never would have even spoken to me. I frowned. Honestly, I should've seen this coming. Who would actually want to flirt with me to begin with?

'Miss,' Krystan sighed.

'No. Stop it. Don't say anything.'

I could just picture Krystan standing there with crossed arms and a frown on his face. 'You just tried to run away because this man got very personal with you. Now you are upset because he got personal with you only because you remind him of his wife?'

'It's complicated, Krystan! You wouldn't understand.'

'Yes, Miss. I am nothing but an automated interface that can get inside your head, hear your thoughts, and sense your emotions...but I would never understand.'

'Krystan, stop it!' More tears fell down my face. 'Please...just stop it. You aren't helping at all!'

"I really know where the TA-um, I mean, police box is. If you want...I can still take you to it," John said, pulling me out of my head. I scrambled backward when I suddenly noticed he had moved even closer and was now standing in front of me. He was staring down at me with a frown and a sad expression.

I sighed, rubbing at my eyes to wipe any tears that were on my own face. I looked up and silently studied John afterward. He looked so hurt, almost like he was about to shed a tear or two himself but was doing his best to hold it together.

'Why does he look ready to cry?' I asked to Krystan.

'Possibly because of the resemblance to his wife you have. He must not know how to handle the rejection you are giving him.'

'So what do I do? I don't want to make him cry...even if he did touch me and make me cry...'

'Make him happy?' Krystan guessed. 'Besides, you know he did not mean it. It must have been an instinct of his. If you saw someone who looked just like your family...would you not wish to make physical contact too?'

I rubbed at my face again. He was right. Even though I do not wish to make any sort of physical contact with others, if I saw someone who looked like one of my brothers, for instance, I may forget my phobia in order to hug them. But honestly, I just think I would cry.

'Good. Now give in to his wish of helping us and follow him. Perhaps he will actually be able to lead you to the TARDIS like he has been telling you he can,' Krystan said. 'Then you both will be happy.'

'Fine. If this ends poorly though, I blame you. Just remember you're supposed to act as a bit of a conscious and be helping me stay out of trouble. Not encourage me to get into it.'

'I highly doubt he could do anything too terrible to an advanced alien species from the future. Besides, you were the one who asked how you could help him.'

'Wanna bet?'

'Worse he might do is try and kill you...but we both know how that will turn out, do we not, Miss?'

I sighed again, this time shaking my head at Krystan before turning my attention back on to John who surprisingly didn't seem too confused over the fact that I just had a conversation in my mind for a good few minutes. I cocked a brow at him. I'm not sure if I should be impressed over how patient he just was or how stupid he was on waiting for a complete stranger to stop spacing out.

I awkwardly stood to my feet, ignoring John's hazel eyes on me. "I will accept your apology of what occurred earlier if you really mean it when you know where the police box is." John eagerly nodded as a reply. "And," I added on harshly, "there will be no more body contact of any sort! Especially what you did earlier. I'm sorry you aren't with your wife for Christmas, but even if I resemble her, I am in no way her, got it? My name is Krystal, okay? Krystal. So please promise you won't do that again or I will turn around and not look back."

John grinned. He lifted up both hands and held each one over his chest where he then made little crosses over his chest. "Cross my hearts. You won't regret this! I promise!"

I gave him a confused look. "You have two hearts? I thought Humans only had one."

He blinked before awkwardly laughing and scratching the back of his head. "Heart. I meant heart. As in one. Uno. Singular." I tilted my head a little at him. John gave a sheepish grin before gesturing out ahead of him with the hand that had been scratching his head. "Shall we get going then, Krysty? No time like the present."

I scrunched up my nose in disdain at the nickname. "Krystal, please. My name is Krystal...not Krysty. It really isn't that hard to pronounce, and the nickname is completely unnecessary...not to mention rude since we don't know one another whatsoever."

He smirked. "That might be a little harder to promise."

"What?"

"What?" John mimicked.

Um, excuse me? What did he mean by that? Harder to promise? It's easy. You just say my name the way I want you to say it. As in the correct way. Not that hard really.

Krystan snickered.

"So anyway..." I slowly said, eyeing him cautiously, "please lead the way, I guess."

John saluted at me only to realize that he was saluting before quickly bringing his hand back down to his side. "Can do!" He then gave me a quick wink before walking off ahead.

I crossed my arms as I watched him start walking off. 'You know, Krystan. Deep down I actually feel a little sorry for him.'

'Why is that?'

'For having a wife that resembles me,' I told him. 'She must be really special to him.'

'I am not sure what you are referring to. What is it that you mean by that?' he asked confused.

I sighed and shook my head. 'Never mind.'

"Are you coming?"

I glanced ahead at John who stood a good ten feet away with a slightly worried look on his face. Sheesh. Worry? He really must want forgiveness if he's scared I might not follow him.

"Yeah. I'm coming." I told him. "Slowly but surely," I muttered under my breath.

"I just wanted to double-check. You keep going all spacey-wacey on me. Is everything all right?"

"I promise that everything is-did you just say spacey-wacey?" I deadpanned. His worry disappeared as he grinned and placed his hands into his pockets. I shook my head. "Whatever. But I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...positive..."

John nodded back but stayed put. He continued to watch me as he waited for me to start moving.

Welp. Time to blindly follow this man and hope he isn't tricking me or taking me to the wrong box. Could be lying this whole time about a wife and was just flattering me and making me feel bad in order to get me to follow. Probably just pretending or something.

Ugh. No! Stop it, Krystal! Stop looking at the negative side of things! Quit with the downer schtick! There is an actual chance that this man could actually be the one to help you find the Doctor and help you get off this planet and back to your people. Twenty years is too long for anyone to be away from home.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. 'Cross your fingers, Krystan. Let's hope John is our ticket to getting home.'

'I shall try my best,' he said, surprisingly not saying anything about my earlier internal rant.

I snorted, awkwardly releasing the breath that I had sucked in. I then opened my eyes back up and glanced down at my E.T.L. "Okay. Let's do this then."

Ooh. Mysterious man name John Smith who wears a bowtie. I wonder who he could be...?

Hint, hint, wink, wink ;D

Better question though is, when did this Doctor come from? Hmm.

Anyway. Good? Bad? Please let me know. Vote, comment, whatever. Feedback is a writer's best friend, lol. Personally, I think this chapter is okay but I always feel that way about first chapters. It's a bad habit I need to learn to get over. But this one is really yucky, lol. It's all mainly dialogue because the majority of the chapter has the two of them sitting on a bench. Whatever. Not gonna change it. What's done is done.

I've gotta tell ya though. I am so glad I thought up Krystan. Originally I made Krystal's E.T.L. smarter than in the other story, but then I decided to just turn the watch into having a "conscious" inside that gave Krystal a friend to talk with. It seemed like an interesting idea. This way she had someone the whole time she was stuck on Earth and gives her someone to talk to whenever she starts to feel like a third wheel to the Doctor and Rose.

Otherwise, that's it for now I think. Until next time!

(Also just wanted to put real quick that this story is on this site, wattpad, and archiverofourown under the same username. I like to post on the different sites I'm on mainly for feedback.)