Author's note: Just forget about the current companion, because 'Cara' means 'friend' in Irish, and I thought that was fitting. So.

Also this was based off an rp I had on omegle, but I never knew who the person was, so I can't take all the credit here. I changed a few names and made a few adjustments.


"Oh now that's just cheeky!" The Doctor yelled, slapping the TARDIS on the door. He didn't even notice the girl walking around the corner of the small alleyway. The girl stopped and looked at the man – she's spent lots of time in these alleys, but never before has she seen or even noticed that blue box. I mean, it couldn't have just appeared, right? She thought to herself as she silently shuffled closer.

"Come on!" The Doctor grumbled, blowing a piece of hair out of his face. "Fine. Be like that! See if I care!" He stomped his foot. The girl couldn't help but chuckle, it was like a young child was stuck in the body of this grown man. She decided to make herself known.

"Sir, are you alright?" She asked.

"Hmm?" He turned, eyebrows raised. He hadn't been aware that he wasn't alone for a while now. "Oh." He said, suddenly jumping in front of the blue box, as if to cover it. He turned so he was facing her rather than clinging to the wall of the box. "Yes, uh…" He reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out some sort of identification. "Yes, I was just doing a bit of reconstruction for the … council. You don't have to worry, everything is fine." He smiled, quickly whipping it back into his jacket.

The girl needed to get past the box and the man though. At night she usually stayed here, but now that there was someone here from a … council, and it really wasn't worth the trouble to get banned from this area too. Finding good places to live when you're homeless really doesn't help when you're on the council's most wanted list. Her entire life since she was 16 has been like an episode of the Fast and the Homeless. She decided she needed to get past him and get her stuff and boot it. Maybe she could return later.

"Is this your … box?" She said, making it obvious that the man wasn't hiding anything. The Doctor looked back, realizing that he wasn't nearly enough to cover the box. Dammit, he thought, I'm still not ginger and the regeneration has only made me smaller. He stood upright instead, and readjusted his a-little-too-big-for-him jacket. "Right, yes. It is my box."

"Why did you put it back here?" The girl looked around. No one ever came by these alleys. "I was here just less than an hour ago, how did you get it back here? It looks awfully heavy …" She adjusted her long brown hair and folded her arms so that her hands were out of the cold autumn breeze that whipped through the alley this time of year.

"Well I didn't put it here, did I?" He slapped the box again, annoyed. "This silly thing just plonked down here by herself!" His hand quickly covered his mouth. "Right, I'm rude. Well that's not new."

The girl laughed. This strange man was talking in such a funny way, yet somehow she was drawn to him, like she didn't want to leave him alone here, with his strange but beautiful box. She glanced down an alleyway that connected to the one they were standing in. She saw two officers pass by, but luckily they didn't even look her way. She had to get out of this place and find a new place to live for a while, while she still could. She slid past the grumbling man and his blue box, and started picking up books that were safely hidden in a neat pile under a rubbish-can lid that was next to a ratty arm chair.

"Ooh! The Ugly Duckling!" The man was suddenly there, throwing himself into her armchair and picking up her favourite book. "I love this book!" He said with childish glee. She smiled at him as she continued to pick up the books. She hadn't really properly had a conversation with anyone for a few weeks now, and this man was much more friendly than any of the other people she had met in the city.

"I always liked this too." She said, a bit awkwardly. How is it and this man was so comfortable around her? Other people just seemed too bothered by her homelessness to have a straight up conversation with her. She didn't look the part though – she took pride in being able to at least have clothes that fit, even if the colors were a bit mismatched.

"Aw, this one's pictures are so much better! Mind you the last time I read this I was only around 400 or so and I was hanging by my feet." He paused. "I'm also mouthy and share too much … right." The girl grinned at the man.

"You're mad, aren't you?" She said, with a tone that said because it's okay, I am a bit too.

He gave her a look. "Yeah, all the best ones are." He smiled. As she picked up the last book from the ground, her ears picked up something that made her stomach churn and her hands sweat. Police sirens were blaring, and it sounded like they were heading straight for the alleyway. She glanced down the other alley – maybe those two officers from before did see her. She quickly ducked behind the box, with her back pressed up against it so that no officers that came by would see her. She glanced up and saw that the box had writing on it. With some difficulty, she managed to read 'POLICE BOX' with small writing in the middle. She glanced at the man – what was a councilman doing with a police box? She turned and looked at the box a little more clearly; do they even make these anymore?

The Doctor stood, looking down the alleyway. "Thaaaaaaaa-" He drew the word out like bubble gum. "-aaaaa's not good." He murmured. "He'll find me in about two minutes." He turned. "Which is why I need to move now." He growled at the police box. "But you're not moving, are you?" He started pacing, biting his nails.

The girl looked over to the suddenly worried man. "Are they after you, too?" She asked. "Why would they want to get you?"

"No reason!" He said hurriedly. "No … Reason … At all." He walked around to the front of the box. From his pocket, he produced a rod with a light at the end. He put the light to the door. "Come on, come on …"

She picked up her copy of The Ugly Duckling and took off her long scarf to tie it into a make-shift hobo bag. She suspected that she would have to be running soon, if she couldn't find a good hiding place. The gold air that bit at her neck made her shiver. "What have you got there?" She said, scratching at her neck with warm fingers, looking over his shoulder and trying to figure out what he was doing.

"It's a sonic screw driver." He whiffed it about. It was admitting a high pitched whirring noise and the noise pitched as the light shone on different things. "It sonics." The man explained briefly.

"Sonic…" She breathed to herself. There was something about this fellow – he was unlike anyone she's ever seen, ever met, and he was using such big words and his sentences made no sense and the funny little sonic thing that he had just added to the wonder that surrounded him. He was like a statue shrouded in fog, she couldn't really grasp what the statue was of, but the blurred shape seemed to beckon to her.

The Doctor shook his 'sonic screwdriver' again and he groaned. "You can travel through time and space and you just had to be made of wood! I feel like you're doing this on purpose, Idris!" he bellowed. Suddenly in response, the blue box's door made a click, and it swung open. The man whooped. "Yes! Yes! That's it old girl!" He yelled. He quickly opened the door, only to shut it again quickly. He was quiet. Suddenly he turned and looked at the girl. "What is your name?" His brows were furrowed.

The girl swallowed, she felt like this was the moment the entirety of her life pivoted on. "Cara." She said, brushing the longer side of her fringe from her face.

"Cara." He said, rolling the name around in his mouth. "Cara." He shrugged. "Why do you carry all these books with you?" He suddenly started observing her very closely. "You don't collect Vash Nerada as pets, do you?" He frowned.

"A what?" She looked him up and down, he didn't smell crazy. "No, I don't have any pets. And I don't carry them around with me, I keep them over there." She motioned back over to the arm chair.

"There?" He prowled over. "Here?" He was leaning over the seat. "Here?" He popped around the edge of the arm rest. "Ahh," He saw the rubbish can lid. "Here." He purred. "I guess you live here then? Either that or your idea of a backyard is str-aaaaang-e."

"Yeah, well … I do live here, I guess." She looked down at her feet, a bit embarrassed. "But at night the steam from this building comes out of a vent over there, and it is quite warm. And the rain doesn't get down here because of the overhang on the roofs …" She tried to make it sound better.

"Do you have any family, Cara?" He said, walking over. She looked back at the ground, shuffling her feet in their comfortable converse homes. "No." She said, her eyes getting hot.

"Does that mean you have no strings attached here?" He put his hand on her arm.

Cara considered this, and remembered that her books were safe in her bag. "Well, no. I guess not." She said, absently winding her hair around her fingers.

"Do you want to come with me?" He said, smiling warmly. She looked up at him, and her head tilted absentmindedly.

"Come … with you? Where are you going?"

"Oh, you know." He said nonchalantly, putting a hand on the police box door. "The whole of time and space." The door opened and a floor of warm air flowed past her, giving her chills. Suddenly there was a screeching from the road, and the padding of multiple feet. "Right." The man said, both of them looking down the alley. "Guess there's no time for choices, sorry!" He pushed her into the box, slamming the door behind them.

"But what are we going to d-" She froze and gasped, and looked around at her new surroundings. She threw her hands over her mouth, and spun around a few times, trying to comprehend what just happened. She felt lightheaded and her legs felt all wibbly wobbly and she breathed hard, as if lack of oxygen was her problem.

The room was huge, and it was orange and red and gold, and there was a console on a platform in the middle and lots of buttons and Cara just felt like she was going to pass out, so she breathed harder."It's -." She managed the muffled sentence through her hands. "It's… Who are you?" She said, a bit louder, and worry latching a lazy tendril onto the edge of her mind.

"No!" The man hissed, whipping a hand around her mouth. "He'll hear you." Cara nodded, it's better to deal with him when the police have left. Slowly and silently, the man moved up the grilled platform, toward what looked like a console. There were buttons and levers and the whole package on it, and in the center stood an opaque column, through which colors ran through like tinted spirits while three glass spheres each smaller than the one it followed dipped languidly in its case. The room was slightly dim, and the buttons looked hazy in the dark, except for those that glowed with a strange light. Suddenly the man's shoe got caught on the grill, and he stumbled, before he caught himself on the console. But he had made a huge racket. "Uh-oh." He breathed.

The entire place suddenly began to shake, and a roar thundered through the atmosphere. The Doctor wobbled around, trying to somewhat to hang on, while Cara was flung to the floor near the stairs, managing to hang onto a railing.

"We're going to have to make a trip!" He yelled as he pulled a lever. The room shook even harder and the Doctor ran around pushing different things.

"Wha-what?" Cara yelled as she hung on for dear life. She had no idea what was going on and she could barely hear him over the roar that was now getting louder and seemed to overpower all of her senses. She let go of her precious bundle of books and hooked another arm around the railing as the place seemed to tip onto its side.

"What has he done? Super glued his hands to the walls?" The Doctor yelled. He pulled more levers and the room began to shake differently, throwing Cara in different directions. "Get off! Come on!" He yelled.

Cara was jerked this way and that, but she wouldn't let her grip on the railing loosen. "Wh-AAhht's HaAp-pen-ning!" she tried to yell, but found it rather difficult because the whole place was shaking violently.

"He's thrown us off course!" The Doctor yelled, holding on too. "Hold tight, we might have a violent landing!" He warned. Suddenly something collided with them, and they were both tossed into the air. Cara landed with a thud on a piece of padding to the right of the stairwell, and then realized that it was the man she had landed on. He groaned, and she froze. She had never been this close to a man before.

"S-Sorry." She stuttered before rolling off him, rubbing her neck to soothe the whiplash.

"Ow." The Doctor groaned, getting up. "Oh he is going to get a mouthful." He growled, striding toward the door.

"Who? What was all that?" Cara stood and tried to follow him, rubbing her neck and turning this way and that to check that nothing was broken – bruised ribs maybe. The door opened, but it was dark. There wasn't any light, and the man stuck his head out, looking around.

"He–" Suddenly something whipped past him, caught the man on the nose. The man screamed and slammed the door shut. His nose was red – it only looked horribly bruised. "Right, he's still out there then." He whispered.

Cara knelt down beside him, simply just looking at him. "And what is it that is out there?" She demanded, her brown hair flung over her shoulders and a flustered look about her.

"Something very big." He said, rubbing his nose and walking back to the console. "And very angry."

Cara started yelling. "How can that thing, that huge thing just casually roam around the city without oh sweet lord we're not in the city anymore are we." Cara quickly readjusted her sentence as she saw the look on the man's face.

"Um, no." The man said, avoiding her eyes. "Well that's not the problems right now." He said; he was looking at a screen hanging from a thick frame; it had two handles and lots of buttons. Suddenly the room shook again, but only for a short amount of time. There was a thick growl. "That." He pointed behind him without taking his eyes off the screen. "That is the problem right now."

Cara slammed a hand down on the screen, obscuring his view. "And, what do we do about … that?" She said, trying to sound confident but her voice quivered with fear.

"I'm…" A graph came up on the screen and he moved her hand gently, as soon as he did the screen changed to static. "…not sure at the moment." He glanced at her. "But I am sure that whatever plan I make will definitely be most brilliant and fantastic and get us out of here."

Cara backed from him, backed to the edge of the platform, where there was a bench, conveniently. She sat, and began to shake. Suddenly she looked up, eyes flashing bright. "What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't." The screen came up with a black area, and something even darker prowling around a blue wall. "Yes!"

"Yes? Yes what?" What's happening? Do you have a plan?" She went over to where he was, and looked up at the screen. She gulped. "Is that what got your nose?"

"Either that or something else hitched a ride." The man said, concentrating. "Because I'm getting two heat signals out there..."