Hi every one. This is my third Fanfic and I am trying something new for a change.

For the name of this story, I'm sorry of it seames kinda cliché, but the meaning of the name Perrin is Traveler, so I thought it would fit.

I hope you like it, and please revew afterwards.

And now for disclamer: I do not own Doctor Who, and will probably not get own it ever, so this is likely going to be my only disclamer, unless I remember to do another one later.

Perrin PoV

Nothing ever really happens to me. I live a quiet town in Bruce County, Ontario, Canada, where there is some neighbouring tourism because of the local museum and the beach. Nothing big ever happens over here, and everybody else is proud of this fact.

I, on the other hand, would much prefer living in Cardiff or some other place in England. On the news, you often hear about odd things happening there. It is almost a regular occurrence there.

"Hey, Blueberry; get moving! Isn't today your first day working at the museum?" a boy with brown hair and eyes yells from inside a red van.

"Coming, Evan!" I shout back to my step-brother who is two years older that I am.

I guess I forgot to mention, I probably am the biggest thing that happened in Kingcarden in ages. Well, me and my mother.

I originally lived in Toronto with my mom till I was 5. My dad died two weeks after I was born, so I never actually knew him. My mom met my step-dad when I was 4, when he came to Toronto for a vacation. He had just separated from Evan's mom and needed a break. He was in Toronto for about a month, and he was there during my fifth birthday. When he went back to his place, my mother and I went with him. Soon after, my mom and he got married.

This caused uproar in the small town, because Jon, my step-dad, had a son, and his ex-wife was still alive. Another thing that was bothering the townsfolk was me.

Even in a big city like Toronto, I am considered a freak. I have naturally dark blue hair and pale teal eyes. I also am something of a psychic, though no one else knows about that except for my mom.

When my mom remarried, she took her new husband's last name, Michael, but she said that I would keep my original name, Perrin Phoenix Fortune. This caused more problems, but when everyone saw that Evan and I acted only like siblings would, there were no more problems.

Going to the van, I make sure that my sketch pad is closed. The trip to the museum is fairly quiet, excluding Evan music.

Making sure that I have every thing as I get out of the van, I reach back in to grab the pad. Often when I get visions I draw what I have seen in it. This morning I had a vision and I really want to finish the drawing.

Stumbling as I near the door to the museum, I drop my sketch pad. It falls open to the page that I was just working on that morning.

Staring up at me, the drawing shows a blue police box sitting in front of the museum. In front of it there is a man with a bowtie heading into the museum.

TBC...