Hello, I have spent the whole day brushing up on reading Doctor Who fanfiction, so I thought that I would try it! I love Doctor Who! I do hope you enjoy this fanfiction. I will try and update ASAP.

Title: Into the Ocean

By: Insert-Sanity

Date: 12/19/09

Characters: Tenth Doctor (the best one ever) and Original Character

Word Count: 847

Scene 1

It was morning that much I could tell this early in the morning. I walked into the kitchen, I was so tired. I had stayed up half the night doing a damn project. I had only gotten two hours of sleep. I was in the mood for toast for breakfast. Nothing like a good piece of toast! I took the bread out of the fridge and went to put it in the toaster. The only problem was that the toaster was no longer a toaster. In fact, it was some strange metal creature with two claws. It reminded me of some movie I had seen some time ago.

To be honest, I really didn't understand what it was doing there. At the spot where my toaster once was, I believed it was a hallucination. The lack of sleep was obviously going to my head. Yes, that was the problem here. The object was really my toaster and I was just imagining that it was a normal toaster and I would have no problem sticking my toast in it.

The thought was utterly insignificant when I heard a voice shouting behind me. "Oi, What do you think you are doing?" He pulled my arm back, just as one of the claws missed my hands.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" I replied sarcastically, there was now this strange man standing in my kitchen, holding my arm even. Who the heck is he? I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp but he was holding on too tight. I glared at him. "Do you mind I am trying to make toast." He raised his eye brows.

"Do you not see that creature there? It's an alien." He sighed, letting go of my arm. "You all are thick, not usually this thick." I gasped, did he just say alien? ALIEN? That's not possible. Wait, this guy who was he?

I observed his strange clothing. A brown pinstripe suit, light blue shirt, a long brown over coat, and a dark flowered tie.. The next thing that popped into my head was a name. I don't know from where I heard it but it just made sense to call him it.

"You're The Doctor." I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. He gave me a strange look.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, as he pointed the sonic screwdriver, and pressed the button knocking the thing that was my toaster out. I blinked in surprise, trying to come up with an answer to that question, which after a few moments I could not. "I mean, I have never been to North America, so how can you possibly know my name. You don't look or sound alien." He pointed his sonic screwdriver at me. It made a type of whistling soud. "Definitely human, a bit too human though." He picked up the mechanical creature. "Why would they come after you though? You look so normal."

"Why thanks." I replied bitterly, there was no way that I was taking that as a compliment. He looked at me apologetically.

"I don't mean it like that, you gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous." He smiled and looked down at the creature, his expression changed to a serious one. "It seems to have converted something else in this room." A sound came from the fridge. "Oh don't tell me-" He didn't even finish his sentence, he grabbed my hand and we ran, straight into the living room, and toward the back door.

"Doctor, what are they?" I asked cluelessly, I had no idea what was going on, well sort of. Why aliens?

"Transformers," The Doctor answered in a serious tone. I couldn't help burst out laughing. Transformers seriously, the Doctor gave me a strange look. "We are being chased down by a killer robot and you are laughing you head off, why?" He watched as I continued to laugh. "When you say Transformers you aren't referring to the metal robots in those movies and that cartoon are you?" The Doctor gave me an annoyed look, it was then that I got the idea it wasn't all fun and games.

"Look, they are real aliens, they plan to take over the Earth, and why they chose you to come after first is a complete mystery to me." He looked at me, I shrugged I had no idea why they would choose me, I was nothing special. The Doctor paused for a moment. Just in time to hear the wall of the kitchen to be ripped apart, mind you. I did have a pretty big house. "Well, Allons-y!" And we ran straight through the back door, but it occurred to me that he had never asked my name.

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