hi everyone! today i come to you with my frist story (well, not my first, but this is my best one so far and i figured i would publish it!) i've had the idea for a while but never put anything on paper (or on a monitor) until now! hope you enjoy it! constructive critique and reviews welcome! c: P.S. this story has the eleventh doctor in case anyone gets confused as to which doctor it is! c:

henna who and the endless vortex of space time

chapter one: past and present

hi my name is henna who. i am a time trvaler with my husband, doctor who. i guess youll want our intro story...

in the fall of 2017, i was walking hoe from school when suddenly a blue box fell down from the sky right in the street! i ran over to it.

"omg are you ok in there?! is anyone in here?! ANYONE WHO IS IN HERE PLEASE ANSWER ME OR I AM CALLING AN AMBULANCE!"

"noew noew doent waeste theah tuyme hahah" cried and laughed a voice from within the box. well it wasnt really a box now that i think about it, more like a rectangle, but everyone and his brother calls it a box for some stupid reason.

"oh good i was worried there!" i sighed. "do you want me to come in? or maybe i shouldnt you might be naked?"

"yew couwld cohme een eef yew wahnted tew"

"your not naked are you?"

"NO"

i opened the door and for a briefs moment i saw a image of a naked guy flash across me eyes he was ripped and handsome but he disappeared and i felt sad i wanted his number. BUT THEN THERE HE WAS... not the ripped drum ass man i saw in my vision but the handliest someliest man i'd ever seen, laying on the floor with a giant cut on his head that was bleeding all over the place from the crash, his clothes were ruined but it didn't matter, he was gorgeuos. his blue eyes twingled at me from the floor from behind his dark shaggy hair.

"whuy hellow theah, i mustve duyd an gown to evin"

"oh no i was to late so save you i am sorry" i said (the doctor said the line before this one if you were cofused)

"noew noew i wahs just joekeng!" he said (he was just kiding everyone! c:) (about being dead i mean! c:)

"DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT who the hell are you anyway?"

"i ahm dowctor whoew, thees ees muy tardis, i ahm a tuyme travellah fruhm a fahr ueff diemensiun!" he said.

"wow!" i said, impressed. "wait, how do i know for sure you can time travel? prove it to me."

"weall, i weant bahck een tuyme tew 1482 tew saeyve preesidant abrehahm lincoun frahm beang morderd, deedent yew sea the eestroy books?"

i gasped. yesterday in mrs. gray's class we reviewded pres lincoln, the books said he lived a full life and died after entering world war 2. i knew this wasnt right because i remember reading that he was shot at the movie theater or something and died, but no one could remember. this man was telling the truth!

"holy fock your right!" i squealed. "i knew something was weird about that! i tried to tell everyone that the books said he died before but no one belived me!" i said and started to cry because no one believed me.

"wayt, whaht deed yew saey?" the handsome man asked, trying to stop the blood gushing from his brain or whatever.

"i said i knew something was weird because i remembered the books saying lincoln was killed in a movie theater but no one believed me that the books changed"

"ouh muy..." the man said, running his hand through his bouncy fluffy hair, which also got blood on the clean parts, but he was too upset to notice. i thought his hair looked so hot i wanted to brush it or fluff it or something.

"what?" i asked.

"noew ohne as evah remembahd the past befo," he said, and rolled his eyes to look at me. "eet shoodent bea possibul."

"well i guess i'm just special like that" i said winkily.

the man shuddered and i could tell his winky was getting primed but he hardly knew me so he told it to stop. "whauht ees yew're nayme, miss?"

"henna lauren"

"weall henna lauren, i am doctor who, eets nuyce to meat yew"

"likewise. so, don't you ever get lonely trvaeling around time all alone?" i asked

"yeas, eet gets veary lowenly, but i have coumpaneons tew keap meah coumpaneay."

"well thats good"

"yeas eet ees," he said, then got up and walked over to me. "henna lauren, would yew luyke tew joyn meah?" he outstretched his beefy hand and beefy fingers and i knew those werent fingers, those were living dildoes.

"i would love to!" i said, and jumped up and took his mighty meaty sausage hand.

... now you know how we met. i've been trvaelking with him for a little less than a year now, maybe a year, time flies when your having fun. we fell in love not just with each other but also with our pirvate bits and got married on the dalek planet after bringing peace to it. davros was the priest or whatever the person is called who makes people married. everyone was so happy that they threw candy and chocolate chips on us as we jumped in a car that said "JUST MARRIED" on the back and had tin cans made of dead dalek armors strung from the back bumper and we drove into the tardis and made love to each other for the very first time in a series of wonderful love making sessions. i also met the doctors 2 other companions, amy and her husband rory.

one morning i got out of bed naked cause some people sleep naked and some people sleep with other people preferably naked but we hadn't done that because the doctor had a cold and that would've been disgusting... sneezing all over me like that... but anyway i went out to the tardis control center and looked at the screens. they showed galaxies and comets and nebulae and the earth so i wouldn't get homesick. amy walked into the room.

"hi mom" she said. after i married the doctor i made it clear i wanted amy and rory to call me mom and the doctor dad. it was like our own little family.

"hi sweetheart" i said, looking at her. she was in her jammies.

"whatcha doing?" she asked, walking up next to me.

"just watching space fly by," i said, and stroked her crimson hair. the devastating truth was that, while i wanted a child with the doctor SO BADLY, and our sex life was potent enough to conceive a child, i could not get pregnant. try as we might, it just wasnt happening. the doctor thought his weenie was too big and my clam too small and contracted and thats why, but i always thoguth it was something more, it was my fault, for sure, but maybe i just wasn't meant to have a baby. either that or the fact that i'd never had a period before, but what would that have to do with it?! ( i seem to remember from my biology class that periods are important for baby making, but i don't remember why, and so henna doesnt either and it has nothing to do with why she hasn't gotten pregnant)

suddenly, something disturbing appeared on the screen! it wasn't my brother going through his public wanking phase, oh, no, this was much worse. it was another space ship, all big and scary like, like a madman, and they were hailing us!

END OF CHAPTER ONE~