Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic, really hope you'll read and enjoy, don't forget to review, any comments welcome!

A/N: now normally I'm not a fan of OC stories, but this one has been knocking about in my head for a while so...here it is :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sadly. If I did I would have made David Tennant sign an infinite contract so he had to stay forever.

Warning: M rated just in case, may contain mature themes later on, if you don't like, don't read.

Anyways, on with the story...

Chapter 1

"Come here," he said softly. "Let me show you something..." With a tentative smile he held out his hand to me. I looked at it for a moment, before smiling back and taking hold of it. The Doctor had a firm grasp, but not so hard that it hurt; just enough to make you feel like no harm will come to you when your hand is in his.

He led me through the vast corridors of the TARDIS, past doors I had never seen before, and past others that I had. The cavernous wardrobe, where I had earlier picked out my oversized tartan shirt and leggings, was one of the later rooms we came across. Instead of walking past this one, the Doctor led me through it, past the rows of clothes.

"Not many people know there's a way through here..." he said, sotto voce, a soft smile playing over his boyish features. "I think we'll be...quite undisturbed here." his smile turned into the fully-fledged grin that I had grown accustomed to, his hazel-flecked brown eyes dancing. Still rather bemused by the whole situation, I followed him further into the room, unsure as to why we needed to be undisturbed.

We stepped through an archway covered by a thick beaded curtain into a corridor which seemed almost detached from the rest of the ship; if I hadn't still felt the vibrations of the TARDIS breathing, I might have believed that we had been transported to a whole new place altogether. The corridor had floors carpeted in deep red velvet, and wooden panelling on the wall and the whole place was lightly fragranced with...was it vanilla? There were two solid wooden doors, one either side of the corridor, and each had fascinating symbols carved into them. I could only assume they were Gallifreyan, the lost language of the Time Lords.

I was still marvelling at the sudden transition from the other part of the TARDIS, that at first I didn't realise the Doctor was speaking.

"Not even Rose knows about this place..." he was saying. That surprised me a bit. I had only been travelling with the two of them for-well, to me it seemed like a few months, but I suppose in a time machine you can't really tell. But I had still noticed the obvious bond of deep friendship between the two of them, the type of bond that can only really establish itself when you have faced life-threatening situations with that person and lived to give them a huge bear bug afterwards.

"She doesn't? Then why are you showing me...?" I was confused, though definitely slightly flattered, that the Doctor had chosen to show me the secret wing in the TARDIS, but not Rose. The Doctor didn't answer for a moment, then he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, in line with my eyes. I tilted my head up to look at him-god, he was so tall-and I realised how close he was standing. I was about to ask if he had heard my question, and since he had his eyes closed I thought perhaps something was wrong. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, the Doctor did the most astonishing thing.

He bent down and kissed me.

A/N: well, that's it so far...what d'ya think? Review please...I'll give you cookies! :-P