Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything to do with it. But I do own the Author and any other characters I create.

Author's Note: This is a story that has been on my computer for a while now and I finally decided to post it. This story won't be my number one priority as I probably won't work on this one all that much until all my other DW fanfics are done and finish. But I decided to just post the prologue to see if you would like this continued at a later date. I can't tell you when that will happen exactly though but I hope you look forward to it.

The character of the Author or Tabitha as she likes to be called now is faced by Sophia Bush.

Oh and this story is set at S2 in the episode, School Reunion ;) But the prologue is set probably two days before that episode starts.

Anyway, please tell me what you think! ;)

Walking through the dead, dark streets of London to get back to my flat there, I let out an exhausted sigh while running a hand through my wavy brown hair. Today had been a long day, but pretty boring as it always was. For a while now, it seemed like all my days were filled with boredom. I hated it. It seemed to go like this ever since I moved to London. I wanted a change of scenery after spending most of my life in a small neighborhood in Little Rock, Arkansas. My family and I moved to Arkansas when I was really small, but I was born in Dallas, Texas.

It wasn't that I didn't enjoy living in that small neighborhood. I did. But I found myself bored every day there. There was nothing to do… at all. At least that's what I felt like. I did have really good friends there so they at least made my days more exciting, but not by much. This was why I moved to the United Kingdom. I thought that maybe if I lived somewhere else, my life would change but from the few months I lived here, that wasn't happening. I let out another sigh when I finally made it over to the flats where I lived at. At the Powell Estate.

The flat I lived at was really nice. I loved living there. It was where I spent of most of my time. Writing mostly.

I loved writing. It was my passion I could write all the time and never get bored (it was the only thing in my life now that wasn't boring). Every time I would write something, it made me want to be in that world. My characters seemed to have a much more exciting life. The kind of life that I wanted.

I doubted I would ever get that.

I got to my flat and got my key out of my purse. Before I could open the door, I heard the familiar voice of my neighbor.

"'Ello Tabitha!"

I turned to see Jackie Tyler standing there with shopping bags in her hands. I smiled at her softly. Jackie Tyler was the first person I met here in London. She was a little eccentric, loud, and sometimes obnoxious. But it was what I liked about her. Though I had only lived here for a little while, Jackie was like my second mother. She had a daughter, Rose, but I haven't met her before. It was like she disappeared from the face of the Earth. I could tell how much Jackie missed her, the sadness in her eyes was there all the time even though she acted like she was fine, and it made hate her daughter a little for just leaving her mother. But I felt though there was more to the story, but I never asked. It wasn't my business. That was the main reason why I said I hated Rose a little. I didn't even know Rose so I couldn't judge her. But I already knew that I wouldn't like her. It said a lot because I could never hate a person. I was nice to everyone even if they weren't nice to me.

"Hey, Jackie." I smiled at her, "Did you have a good time shopping?"

"Oh yes! Next time, you should come with me," Jackie offered. "Rose and I used to shop all the time together." The sadness in her eyes appeared again and I winced at the sight of it.

"Yeah, I would love to."

A wide grin appeared on Jackie's face. "Great." She opened the door to her flat and she looked at me, "Have a good night Tabby."

"You too Jackie."

She gave me one last, big smile before going inside her flat and locking the door. I unlocked my door and stepped inside my flat. Turning around, I closed the door and locked it before turning back around only to look around my flat. It had the same look as Jackie's did. All of the flats looked the same to me. But this one only had one room.

I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen. I smiled as a familiar humming of a greeting went through my head.

"Hello to you too, Sweetheart," I said out loud, eyes going to my TARDIS.

My life was basically a lie. My parents weren't even my real parents. They thought they were though because I made them think that. My name wasn't even Tabitha. It was the human name I used.

I was The Author, born on the Planet named Gallifrey, and the Last of the Time Ladies…

TBC...