Author's Note: Well, I don't know. Just a little story I've been cooking up, so there's not much to say. Except for that Doctor Who is FREAKING AWESOME. I do have an OC in here, and she's kind of the main character, but don't worry, we'll see lots of the doctor. Oh, and this takes place after the end of series six, so no Amy or Rory. Any who, on with the story!

Year:2012 Location: London, England

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

"Wh-waah?"

Lily smacked her hand down on the snooze button of her alarm clock. She rubbed her face and rolled over in her bed, sighing.

"Wait a second…" she muttered to herself. "It's Saturday… damn alarm."

She shrugged, and figured if she was awake she might as well get up. Lily slid out of her bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, running a hand through her sleep-tangled brown hair. The twenty five year-old stretched and yawned hugely, opening the door to the bathroom. She turned on the tap, shed her pajamas and stepped into the shower. The hot water woke her up fully, and she slouched her shoulders under the steady flow. After her hair was clean, and her face was washed, she turned the tap off and grabbed her towel from outside the shower curtain. Lily dried off her hair and wrapped the towel around herself. Gripping the plastic curtain, she pulled it back, and stepped out of the shower, watching her feet to make sure she didn't slip. Suddenly, a burst of frigid air rushed past her.

Lily looked up.

"This… isn't my bathroom."

….

The room was huge. And very sciency looking. The walls and floor were made out of tarnished metal, and there were webbed beams of the same material stretching from the floor to the extremely high, domed ceiling. It was lit by a single bulb hanging from somewhere so far up Lily couldn't see, giving the whole place a dim orange glow. There was an archway in the far wall, about fifty feet away, but it was unlit, and she could only see a little bit down it. There were a few tables scattered around, and from what she tell, it looked like they were stacked with different types of weird looking tools. There was a low, sinister thrumming in the background.

And Lily was standing in the middle of it all wearing nothing but a towel.

"Where the hell am I?" she muttered. Another burst of freezing air hit her, and she shivered.

Maybe I fell in the shower and hit my head; she thought. But it felt altogether too real to be a dream. Lily remembered that she supposedly came into this place through her shower, and promptly turned around to go back.

No shower.

No curtain.

No clothes.

Well, shit.

Lily hitched the towel tighter underneath her arms. "It's bloody cold in here!"

Making up her mind, she decided to look around whatever this place was, seeing as how she had no way of getting back to her flat. The archway across the room seemed like the best bet to Lily, so she set off in that general direction. As she passed the tables, she examined the strange objects on them. Lily picked up a small gold-looking thing with a green tip. She couldn't see too well in the dim lighting, but it appeared to be some kind of space-age torch. Perhaps it could help her see down the arched hallway. She kept walking among the tables, and soon she came to the dark archway. Lily gripped the gold torch, and held it up to her eyes to look for the 'ON' switch.

Ah, there it is, then. With a small click, the green end lit up, while at the same time a high-pitched buzzing noise escaped from the small gadget. Lily found the sound oddly comforting.

The light from the torch shone into the dark hallway, reflecting off of the metal walls. Lily took a deep breath to try and calm her racing heartbeat, and she began to edge down the hallway, sweeping the torch beam from side to side. The metal floor felt like ice under her bare feet, and a puff of condensed breath escaped from her lips. Lily continued down the dark hallway, wondering if it would ever end. She had been walking for what seemed like fifteen minutes already.

A loud bang suddenly echoed through the hallway, coming from the direction Lily was walking towards. Footsteps pattered towards her.

She gasped and froze in the middle of the hallway, quickly clicking off the small torch. Lily clutched the small object against her side and tried to remain as quiet as possible.

Although, her nervous panting wasn't helping with that.

Without the light of the torch, Lily's sense of direction was completely turned around. She pressed herself against a wall, and began inching her way along, entirely unsure of which way she was going. The footsteps were so loud, they were echoing in every direction around her. Lily was scared. Very scared. She had no idea where she was, why she was there, or where she was going. And she was still in her towel, for god's sake!

Then a few things happened all at once.

A corner of Lily's towel got caught on something. She stepped away from the wall to try and get unstuck, and about three seconds later, whatever was causing the footsteps rammed straight into her.

"Oww." she moaned. Her right arm was trapped underneath whatever had bowled her over, and she couldn't pull it out.

The good news: she still had her towel and her torch.

The bad news: the big warm lump on top of her arm was starting to move.

With a bit of tricky maneuvering, Lily managed to twist around with the torch. She clicked it on and pointed it at the thing next to her.

"Hello," said the thing. "I'm the Doctor."

…..

Author's Note: So there we have it, the first chapter done! I hope everyone enjoyed, and if you'd like, you can leave me a review to tell me what you thought! Bye for now, and I'll see you all in chapter two.