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If you could travel across time and space;

Would you give that up?

Would you try to leave?

I gave it up, not voluntarily, but its still gone.

I still have my 200 years worth of memories;

I can always travel through my memories and have fun.

But it's not fun if you don't have him with you.

The Doctor.

My dad.

It was a chilly November, no one seemed to wander far from their houses, much rather staying closer to the warmth of their own homes. But I had to go out, by request, or order (depending how you saw it), by my 'father', Ranka Fujioka. He didn't mean anything by it, but he wanted me to go to the school, despite it being cold.

And here I was,walking down the familiar sidewalk to Ouran. A large brown coat was draped across my shoulders, as well as a long, multicolored scarf. Rising the scarf higher so it could cover my nose, I continued on my way, not paying attention to any of my surroundings. I was too deep in thought to care about anything that was going around me.

I thought about Gallifrey, my father, and the T.A.R.D.I.S. I thought of all the adventures we had, and how he took it all away, in complete fear and paranoia that I was going to die. Last I checked, this was only my 3rd regeneration, after being 'Winry Rockbell' and 'Kim Diehl', and now I was commoner 'Haruhi Fujioka'. Luckily for me, Dad called a favor and had Ranka house me until he can be certain that I will be safe. Pointless if you ask me, but he didn't want to risk it.

A loud and shrill ring snapped me out of my thoughts, and I realized I was already arrived at Ouran, and the late bell just rung. "Oh shit," I muttered, before quickly running into the building. That was my life, running. It's something I'm good at, although everyone in the host club believes I am 'helpless girl'.

I ran through the hallways, narrowly dogging other students who were walking to class, and jumping over some. The sound of the late bell kept ringing in my ears, although the noise itself had long since stopped. I reached my class in no time, so I opened the door quietly, and prayed no one noticed.

""Hey, Haruhi!"" Goddamn it. The twins were calling me over to them, both waving their hand as they sat on some desks. I rolled my eyes, but walked over to them, taking off my scarf in the process. Luckily, the teacher wasn't there yet.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice cold. I didn't mean to come off as mean, I was just irritated because now I was sweaty.

"No reason to be mean Haruhi~" Hikaru hopped off the desk, and slithered his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, we were just saying hello~" Kaoru smiled, copping his older brother movements.

"Yeah,yeah,yeah, keep talkin'." My voice turned into a New York accent at the end of my sentence as I broke their holds on my shoulder. Although my back were twords them, I was sure they shrugged.

"So, anyway, did you hear-" Hikaru began, walking in front of my view. Damnit, I was so close to my desk too.

"We are going to get a new teacher-" Kaoru continued, walking to my left.

""It's totally weird"" They both chorused, shrugging their shoulders with curious expressions on their faces.

"Well, if its 'weird' why are you bugging my about it?" Truth was, I was excited. Nothing really happens in this Posh, boring elite school. Even something like this excites me.

""Just so you know"" The twins walked around me, and started practicing their 'homosexual' acts, starting with Kaoru falling. Of course, this made half the girls in the class squee with delight, it made the other half ignore them, and it made some guys look at them in disgust. I don't blame them. Incest is not legal until... 3067? That is, if I have my history right.

Anyway, now that I was finally free of the twins, I sat in my seat, making myself comfortable. But, having a time lord mind, quickly got bored, and started flipping through a history book. I recognized some of the great people that stood in the portraits, and I started muttering. I didn't do it on purpose, but it just sort of happened.

"Benjamin Franklin... Doctor got hit with lightning with you... and you still owe my ten dollars, I said he would grab onto the kite," I flipped the page, my head now leaning on my arm, "Thomas Edison, you cheeky boy,dodging out on meeting me..."

A large thud caught me attention, so, reluctantly, I raised my head to see a strange sight. There in front of the door was a body, a man probably, in a suite with a bucket over his head, and rope tied down at his feet. Everyone in the class had curious expressions on their face, and some started to whisper.

"Blimey, never doing that again." He sat on his butt now, and started to take the bucket off his head. "A bucket? Should have gone with a tub." Once the bucket was off, he diverted his attention to his bound feet. "What is with all the string? I took a yard, not a mile!" He struggled for a bit, before finally getting it off. Now that is off, though, he walked over to the overly-sized windows and threw out the rope. "AND STAY OUT!" He called after it, looking now smug.

He seemed to notice the class now, and gave a small smile and wave."Hello! I'm John Smith, I'm from England, and I'll be your new homeroom teacher." He gave a small goofy smile.

As the kids around me started to whisper, I squinted my eyes. It can't be him... Can it? Letting out a small sigh, I started to have an inner conflict with myself. But, acting as though he could somehow sense this, he continued to talk;

"If ya' like, you can call me 'The Doctor'," He smiled brightly, causing even more whispers to occur. Inwardly groaning, I laid my head on my desk, now knowing that it was indeed my Father. Im a hundred years old, you would think he would put some trust in me... This is going to be a long day.

Ok, I am done. Did you like? Sorry for any spelling mistakes, im slightly asleep and cant type right. YOU GET TO READ IT RAW BABY