I decided it was time time write a Doctor Who FF after reading so many of them. I hope this FF will not end up Hiatus all of a sudden, but I am confident that I can upload once every month or so. It's a challange I have set for myself. I kind of know where this story is headed, but I'm not sure. When the going gets tough, the though get going. :) Please pardon my english, it's not perfekt, but I'm trying my best.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

Now that that's out of thw way: Enjoy reading. :)

This will sound like I am absolutely nuts, bonkers, out of my mind, but I tell you something, that's what happens when you tell people about the doctor.

It started on a summer break morning. My alarm clock went off and I turned around and switched it off. Why the hell did I set myself an alarm clock during holidays?Was the only thing I could think of as I turned around and tried to fall asleep again, it was already about 9am, but I had the tendency to ignore that if I had a nice dream. Which I had almost everyday and if had no reason to stand up it could happen that I ate breakfast at 12.

I sighed when I woke up again, trying my best to remember what I had dreamt. I didn't want to stand up. It was so cosy and I was still sleepy. I had dreamt something or the other about Doctor Who, which did happen sometimes, but this time there was something different. The weird thing about my dreams was that I never saw the interior of the Tardis and I only saw the eleventh Doctor from time to time. In this dream though, I had stepped a foot onto the Tardis, from what I remembered.

I stood up and suddenly there was this nagging feeling at the back of my head. "WHAT?!"I heard a voice in the back of my brain shout, it sounded weirdly familiar. "What?" Was my equally confused reply as I realised who's voice it was that shouted through the corridors of my mind.

"This couldn't be. I am turning crazy or something, must be the loneliness",I muttered.

"You sent a distress signal right to the heart of the Tardis and it won't break the connection, who are you?!" Okay. I was worried. I am sure you all have talked to someone in your voice at least once, be it a conversation with yourself or what you imagined another person might say if you told them something or the other. You hear their voice, but you know you are just laying words into their mouths, imagining everything, but this was different. I had no control what so ever. "Am I turning crazy? Is this real?" I asked my mind. I concentrated and had the feeling of getting a reply, but it was to faint to make out what was being said. Then I could hear the eleventh Doctor, loud and clearly, as if suddenly talking through a speaker.

"Hello there. I am sorry, this might be very confusing, but I assure you there is nothing to worry about."

"Hah! Fantastic! I replied, in the fashion of a very annoyed ninth doctor. You know, what your saying isn't comforting at all Doctor. You can't be real. I am making all this up. I wish you where real, but this you is a product of my imagination."

"Am not!" I rolled my eyes. Clearly I'd had too much Doctor Who lately...

"Hold on. You called me the Doctor. You know me. How? You are in a parallel universe, from all I know."

"There is a TV show, called Doctor Who in my Universe. I don't have any Idea of how much of it is true, probably quite a lot, you even sound like the eleventh regeneration. Are you the eleventh one? I bet you are. Where are you in your time stream? Is there an Amelia Pond on board? If you really are real, I don't want to spoil you, although kind of complicated as you're in my mind." I started to babble, as I searched through my closet picking out some clothes that seemed to fit to the weather. I ended up with a pair of hot pants and a Tardis blue top. Good enough. I was glad for the invention of skirt short blue jeans, otherwise I wouldn't have known how to survive the summer as I didn't really like to wear skirts or dresses. I felt uncomfortable in anything but jeans.

"That explains a few things. The Tardis locked on to you mentally. Don't worry you'll get the hang of what you transmit to the Tardis and what not. Basic Telepathic Communication. Even Timetods are capable of that"

" I would like this to stop actually. Look I'd love to travel through time and space and I am a huge fan of the show and it is an honer to talk to you, but this needs to stop. I am merely human, this shouldn't be possible. I have the feeling I might turn crazy. This is probably just my lonely mind playing tricks on me, why should I believe you are real? I'd believe you if the Tardis where to land in my backyard and you'd tell me that all this was real, but otherwise..."

I could nearly imagine the Doctor, standing at the Tardis monitor listening to what I am saying, grinning, interested in what was happening more than what I had to say. Suddenly I had a rather unpleasant train of thought as I stepped into the bathroom starting to change my clothes.

"Wait. Can you see me?"

"Of course I can. The Tardis is locked onto your brain functions. I'm seeing the world though your eyes. Literally."

"WHAT?!" I asked enraged."You can see everything I do and you didn't bother to tell me. DOCTOR I AM CHNAGING MY CLOTHES! Don't spy on me changing Doctor. I would like to change in privacy, thanks."

"You seem to be from Amy's generation, clearly not Jack's."

"Yeah...yeah...nearly that time frame. I'm younger than her though. It's 2015." I answered, trying not to look down or into a mirror while changing, if I didn't see myself, he couldn't either, but it was complicated keeping that in mind. After about five minutes I had managed to change more or less blindly, and dared to look into the mirror. I noticed how the stress of eleventh grade, how fitting, had drawn deep shadows under my eyes, making me look so much older than I really was. I sighed at my looks, but the bags under my eyes where one of the smallest problems I had. It didn't make sense, I couldn't even clearly remember calling out to the Tardis. Did I call out for the Doctor while dreaming?