It started like every other day, really. I woke up to the sound of my Beatles alarm, ate breakfast, and hit the loo before going to school. I have to take a moment to laugh at myself now. He's got me speaking like a British person! Whoever thought that? Me, talking like a Brit. Brilliant.

I probably sound a little crazy right now, don't I? Unless, of course, you've heard of him. But I don't imagine you have. All those things that have been happening through the years, they're just hoaxes from great old Britain.

But I've seen. I've seen those supposed hoaxes right up in my face. I did, I truly did! I'm not going crazy, as most people are beginning to believe. I mean, a flying blue box? Of course I'm going nuts.

But I'll continue, it started like a regular day. Everything was going fine. No one was bugging me, I was perfectly at peace. Some kid bought whipped cream at the corner store and split it with me. It seemed like a good day. Until last period.

I was zoned out, listening to my teacher rant on and on about why we should do our work. I could see every last one of my classmates slowly going as well. I looked behind me at my friend Lucy, and she made the sign of sleeping. I smirked, and turned back to the front of the room, to see a tall man in a trench coat standing outside the door. He peered in, obviously looking for something.

"Can I help you sir?" My teacher asked, a little louder than needed. The man looked a little surprised that he was talking, but straightened himself out and stepped inside the room. A fairly handsome man came in behind him, dressed like a member of the air force, I might add.

"Yes, actually." Trench coat had a British accent, and I'm pretty sure every girl in the room straightened up more. He was fairly dashing after all. He reached inside the coat of his suit, pulling out a black leather wallet. Or, what I thought it was. A tiny white slip of paper was inside. "I'm Mr. Smith, from the board. I'm looking for-"

"Your I.D. Is blank, mister." I said, inspecting his sheet carefully. He turned his head towards me, scanning my face intently.

"Rachel Becket." He said, a goofy smile on his face. Everyone turned to me. I never got called on, singled out. I was quiet, kept to my corner. "Just the girl I wanted to see." I looked down at my hands, which were laced together on my lap.

"Why do you need her?" My teacher asked, coming to my defence when he saw I was uncomfortable. I liked him for that. Sure, he constantly made fun of me, but he had my back. He had all of our backs. He called his students the children he never had. It made me feel sad thought when he said that.
"That's confidential." Air force guy said. He sounded normal. No accent. "Rachel?" I looked up to see him standing closer, extending a hand out towards me. "Back up your books, we've got work to do."

Every since then, those last few words that air force guy spoke, my life was changed forever. I got in a blue box, and didn't see home for weeks. I saw impossible things, crazy, mind blowing. Absolutely stunning things. All from one man.

He called himself a traveller. A wandering traveller. No quite lost, but not quite found. I met him as Mr. Smith, or John Smith, a name he used when names were required. My favourite was when he went by Sir Lord of TARDIS. Brilliant. I didn't love him, as I could see the other girl did. He was a troubling man. And, not to mention many, many, MANY years older than I.

I am fifteen, the youngest of his companions, he says. And such knowledge I have. That's why he picked me. He said I was one of the smartest people he had ever met, besides himself of course. He'll never explain to me why he picked Canada of all places to find an intelligent person. Or why me. Why not someone who was a couple years older, who was done high school and university.

I'll never know why he chose me. But he's smart. Smarter than anyone could ever imagine. He is time and space put together into a collection of limbs and words. He is the last of his kind. Wandering around lost and lonely in the vast area of space. He has seen the earth form, and his own planet end. He is nine-hundred and five years old, but doesn't look a day over thirty-eight.

He is the Doctor.

And he always brings a banana to a party.

LOLOL SHUDDUP.

So uhm, first Doctor Who fanfic, WOOHOO!

That ending was unavoidable, I'm sorry. I had to.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

This is just a prologue, I'll start the real story next chapter, but this kind of just sums it up. Introducing his next companion... RACHEL BECKET.

Came to me in a dream, really. I was Rachel, travelling with the Doctor (10 incase you haven't caught on) and Jack. BARROWMAN FTW.

So yea, hope you liked.

ROSE TYLER AND THE DOCTOR ARE FOREVER.

I do not own Doctor Who. Just characters I make up.

GOOD DAY.

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