A/N: Okay, I wanted to post this first thing at the beginning of the month, like an all month Halloween fic, but aside from the double hurricanes watch that I have where I live at, a problem affected my computer for almost two weeks. I was even considering rewriting the whole thing from scratch, along with the book cover.

So, get to the matter of the story, I've decided to post the first two chapters, partly because they're the only ones that have been revised, and partly because it would make slightly more sense to post them together, as the first one deals with the situation the Doctor is in, and the characters that center around in, in the second.

Bear in mind, I think I might have a case of Moffat disorder, where I just can't seem to write everything in a linear time. So if you recognize some of the characters in the next chapter from my other (still, about by a year) ongoing series 'The Shiny adventures of Susan and Friends' and 'A Summer with Danger' along with certain oneshots that I've done of Heroes, well they are in the same verse. Which I have also noted on my profile page.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or any other show that shall be noted in the next chapter or when they appeared in a later chapter.

In Media res:

Blue eyed Susan Brown

A light blue eye opened.

It's the Doctor's.

The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, a brightly blue-brown number that reminds one, or at least The Doctor, of the Tyris Topaz Inferno annual festival where just at the right moment, the whole sky turned a different color from its dreary plain old grey.

This isn't a sky, though. It's a ceiling.

Which would make sense, otherwise The Doctor would have questioned the Tirkangatastons about the flat looking, forest green colored number 5 and 8 in their sky.

"Oh," The Doctor groaned, moving barely an inch until a headache overtook the Time Lord. "What happened?"

The Doctor decided to sit up instead, which gives the 901 year old a clue as to what has happened.

There's a female hand, connected to an arm clad in a light pink pastel long sleeve. Moving the fingers, The Doctor realised that it's his own. Or should it be her now?

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this. 'Have I regenerated already?' She thought. But that's strange, as she didn't remember being in a situation warranted of rebirth. The last thing she can recall was being on the Tardis with Rose Tyler debating on watching that Batman movie with Cillian Murphy as a villain in a theater or in the Tardis.

Althought maybe she bonked her head on the Tardis panel again and that could be the reason why she doesn't remember.

Blimey, twice regenerating from a fall in the Tardis. Maybe she should have told Rose about the carrot juice.

Breaking from this train of thought was a soulful woman musical voice filling the area.

'Febrary, 2002...I only did what I had to do.

Cause it was time to change my life.

To become the woman that I am inside...'

The Doctor looked around and spotted the large beat up radio on top of a dresser. Where there's also a large mirror.

In a flash, The Doctor stands up, and rushed towards the mirror.

' '97, dredlocks are gone. I looked into the mirror for the first time and saw that-

She raised up a hand to touch her new face.

' hey, (Hey!)

I am not my hair.'

Hair; Blonde as the blooming sunflowers seen on Earth, which , given the recent trend in her travels lately, is her probable location. Long enough to be around her waist. But strangely braided into two large braids.

'I am not this skin.

I am not your expectation, no no.'

"What does it take for me to finally be ginger?" She mused out loud, sticking her tongue out like she tasted something sour.

Voice: American, with an interesting blended mix of Californian and Texan.

She wondered why she didn't noticed that before.

'I am not my hair.

I am this skin.

I am the soul that lives widen.'

She coughed once, just to shake that 'accent' off. "Strange that I have to do that." She sounded more midwestern, almost Chicagoien. "I just can't win."

Eyes; a brilliant shade of blue, reminiscing of the Oreintosol moon; Kelosi , one of five surrounding the dense planet.

The Doctor massages the noticable bags under her eyes, as if she'd barely got any rest. She smiled, if only to see if she had any crow's feet. Nope, this seems to be a younger body. Another recent trend which made her wonder if she'll regenerate into a adolescent soon.

The Doctor start to massage her new pink and yellow cheeks. "Hmm. Skin seems rough. As if I've been out in the sun for days." She also took note of her hands, and how they have callouses. Interesting how that one followed her from one body into the next.

Clothes: (Odd that they seem to be different from what I was wearing earlier) a long sleeve shirt in pastel pink, and green cargo short pants.

The Doctor looked down at herself again and paused. "No..."

These aren't his clothes. He hasn't regenerated. Not really.

He's just... in a young woman's body... somehow.

This begs the question of how she/he/The Doctor came to be in this strangest of circumstances.

The Doctor heads towards the light white-blue door. "Rose!" She shouted for her companion, hoping she's not in the same situation as she, or there will be a bout of confusion fever.

She tripped on a large opened book, cause her to fall.

"Opfs!" The Doctor uttered. "Isn't she the clumsy one?" S/He muttered moving towards the book to close it, where the page caught her/his eye.

Spell: Astral Projection

Information: To let one soul leave the body in order to appear in another location.

Note: As this requred intense consentration, you cannot use your powers. Unless you are of great power.

"What?" The Doctor tries to processed this information. A kicking of the door interrupted the thought.

S/He whipped her/his head towards the intruders, a brown haired man in black leather, a ginger woman who looked similar to her body that The Doctor can only assume that her and this body are related, a strawberry blonde who also looked similar yet more... toned and wearing a scowl on her face, a long brown haired woman in a imitation leather jacket with a red shirt looked at her in confusion, and a blonde haired man who looked worried at her.

"Susan," The blonde man said, in his natural London accent. "How did it go?"

"What?"

" 'How did it go?' " The brown haired man imitated, showing his general American accent. "She shouldn't have done it, that's what."

"It's her choice to make, Damon." The man looked calmly at the brooding man. "She's not a child that has to be locked away from the world in a small box."

Damon glares at the slightly smaller man. "Yeah, well, English, I have seen her at her powerfulness. She can't do this all on her own."

The Strawberry blonde looked at her, the sarcasm evident in her tone of voice. "So, Mary Sue, you okay?"

"What?!"

Songs used:

- I am not my Hair

- Brother Bones- Black-eyed Susan Brown [For the Title of this chapter]

Note: Yes, I know. I wrote the thing, but I will reveal all in the next chapter.

Well, on Susan's side anyway.

So here's the thing. I know for a fact I will finish this one... probably by the end of this month even.

Probably.

As the reason for the chapter name... I'm a fan of the Harlem Globetrotters.