Author's Note: This is based off someone's Facebook post that said (word-for-word) "Imagine one day you wake up and find out that you were in a coma and you made up a whole life for yourself while you were sleeping. And your fandom was the reality of your world, and the life you live now was fake all along. And you wake up, and they're all huddled around you and they say, 'Welcome back!' and 'We were so worried!' and you feel so happy because it wasn't a dream and they're all real." So, I decided to make a fic where that happened. And I (obviously) picked Doctor Who. My very favorite TV show. I probably won't have a regular update schedule for this, because school is starting to get hectic, but I'll post when I have something worthy of reading. Enjoy!

The amount of snow falling outside made the atmosphere a bizarre blend of white and black. Heather was asleep on the couch, Doctor Who playing on Netflix on the TV ten feet away. She had her "exploding TARDIS" blanket spread over her. A gift from her best friend for her birthday. Her hand was lightly resting on top of her Sonic Screwdriver toy—the Tenth Doctor's.

Winter in Utah was cold, but on the same vein, the best time for watching TV. Sherlock, Doctor Who, Merlin, Once Upon a Time, Arrow, Heroes, Mythbusters, they were Heather's favorite shows for winter time.

Heather's big brother, Jack, slipped into the room where she was sleeping and readjusted her blanket so it covered her gooseflesh-covered shoulders. "Sleep well, little Time Lord," he whispered.

As soon as he left she sat up. Bleary-eyed and a bit dazed, her vision focused in time for the Doctor to kiss Rose and take the Time Vortex from her—to save her life. As always when she hit that part, her fangirl feels started to get ripped to shreds and she started to get teary. She watched as Jack Harkness went running back to go see the TARDIS just as it disappeared. She cried and cried for the rest of the episode, but laughed when David Tennant came on as the new Doctor. She had nothing against Christopher Eccleston and Matt Smith, but she loved David Tennant as the Doctor. Something about him just made her feel like she knew him better. Matt Smith's Eleven had amazing speeches (Rings of Akhaten anyone?), but the darkness Ten had, while still being jovial, reminded her of herself. She connected with Ten the best.

When the Christmas Invasion came on, she snickered at Ten's "Merry Christmas!" Jack came back in and gave his little sister a wary glance. "You okay Time Lord?" he asked.

"I'm a girl!" she snapped indignantly. "I'm a Time Lady!" Jack rolled his eyes and tickled her face with the end of her braid. She swatted at him, trying to get him away like she would with an annoying fly. Her brother laughed and attempted to get her Sonic Screwdriver out from behind her. She walloped him over the head with a pillow. "No you don't, you evil Dalek you!" she exclaimed. Her brother snorted while she cackled and whacked him again and again.

"Okay, okay!" he conceded. "Have fun watching Doctor Who. Dad and I are going to Wal-Mart."

"Okay. Bye!" she said, shoving him off her couch.

"Love you!" he said teasingly.

"Love you too!" Heather turned her attention back to the TV just as the crazy Christmas tree attacked and Ten woke up. She felt like "sonicing" the crazy tree too, but she was sixteen, she should display a little more decorum. At least, her parents would think so.

When her brother and father came back, Jack decided to be funny. "Hey Heather! Think fast!" he called, throwing the new screwdriver at her. She turned, but didn't quite manage to catch the screwdriver. The heavy handle—coupled with the force of Jack's throw—smashed into her temple. She fell off the couch, her face screwed up in pain. Her eyes closed as her hand shot to the damage site. Spots began swimming before her dark vision as blood dripped onto her fingers.

Everything was getting foggy. She heard everything as though through cotton. She could feel her mind slipping. She couldn't think clearly.

Before she could even open her eyes again, everything went black.

She didn't know how much later, but eventually, her eyes opened again. For some reason, she felt a great swell of relief when she saw the walls that obviously weren't from her house—certainly not her living room. A crash of pain was in her head, but she felt relieved and… safe. That was it. Safe. Why did she feel safe? She was somewhere unfamiliar! She shouldn't feel safe!

Somewhere off to her right, she heard a shocked gasp. She turned, looking directly into pinstriped suit pants.

"Heather?" a concerned voice asked.

End Note: Please tell me what you thought of it! I hope it's worth reading!

Cass