So, first Fic, and I'm very excited! Well, I'm considering continuing this, but please review! Much love.

NB. I DO NOT own Doctor Who OR The Twilight Saga- if I did, would I be writing this FanFic? No, I'd be sitting in the BBC office, making a fortune.

Kerrrrrkluk.

"Whoops. Behave!" I said, as the TARDIS stuttered to a halt. "There! Oh, have a rest now, why don't you! I don't even know where we are!"

The TARDIS seemed to be having difficulties flying, and I didn't particularly want to stop, but obviously I had to. Uh. I scrambled to the door and peeked out. I was in a house. A brightly lit house. Strange. The TARDIS didn't usually drop me in a random house. She usually dropped me in the middle of nowhere, make me find my own way round. I swung the door open, striding out, not bothered who (or what) I met. The house was impeccable, glistening and sparkling every time I moved.

Voices were drifting up the stairs. Ooh, time to meet the owners of this grand architect! I jumped and clapped, stopped because I realised how stupid that was, and waited for the footsteps (which were advancing up the stairs) to arrive at me.

Oh! A Blonde haired man apeared in the doorway, wary of me. Though I am a man of very high levels, this man in front of me was quite the handsome devil. Thank God I didn't say that out loud, Jack would have my guts.

"Hello! Can you be so delightful and tell me where I am?" I asked the handsome man, as though I was lost in the forest, not intruding in his home. "And your name as well. I like names. If your name is Alonso, you'll be my best friend."

"Err, my name is Carlisle, and you're in Forks, Washington. Can I ask what your name is?"

"What? Hmm yeah, I'm the Doctor, Washington, is this a planet? No, NO, stupid head"-slap-"I'm in America, aren't I! Dont usually travel to America, stay in Britain most of the time."

"Would you like to come downstairs and meet my family?" Carlisle gestured through the doorway, ignoring my last comment. "We would love to know how you managed to find us here."

"I'd love to meet you family!" I said to him, clapping my hand on his arm.

Freeze. Withdraw hand. Instant change of mood.

"You're not human." I breathed. His skin was far, far too cold.

"Neither are you," retorted Carlisle.

"I... how d'you know that?" I asked, quite surprised.

"You have two hearts."

"And you have really cold skin. Deal; you tell me who you are, and I tell you who I am?"

"Deal. But please, my family is eager to meet you, will you follow me downstairs?"