A/N: Before I get any complaints, Harley uses they/them pronouns

A short figure stood frozen in the dark alleyway, the occasional tremors that wracked their body and the misty breathe leaving their parted lips were the only signs of movement one could see. Harley Fredran had stood in the rain for quite a while now, without any sign of regaining the movement of their limbs. Their short frizzy curls had been flattened by the rainfall and their thickly rimmed glasses had water pouring down them.

Harley had put on a spray proof jacket before leaving their warm family home in search of their yowling cat, but had on under that only a pair of navy boxers and a loose black singlet. It had been during that short search, during the spring of 2015, in Victoria, Australia, that Harley had noticed that the light of their iphone six was no longer necessary due to a pulsing blue light. Their natural instinct was to back away from the horror movie scene that was evidently taking place on the driveway of their house.

Unfortunately Harley was unable to obey their bodies desire and instead felt their feet dragging forward across the ground, as though each foot was attached to a cable that were pulling them into light. In that horrifying ten second fight Harley realised that sometimes you had no choice but to be that person in the horror movie that dies first, that sometimes it was all down to blind luck.

However, instead of being sucked through some deadly wormhole and into hell, Harley had found themself pulled into a dark alley. The slight misting of rain that had been gently stroking at their face had turned into harsh bettering raindrops that had soaked Harley through to the bone within a couple of minutes. The quiet country road that swept past their driveway had been replaced by the tall stone walls of the city, dimly lit by a streetlight placed on the corner of the alley and what seemed to be a main road.

When they had appeared in the dark Alleyway, Harley had felt the urge to collapse pass through their body, felt the energy drain from their limbs. But then a flood of adrenaline had burst through their veins when they noted the marked change in their surroundings and instead of collapsing all of Harley's muscles locked in place, prepared to run from any potential threats.

Where the hell am I? Harley thought to themself, trying desperately to find some kind of answer for their current predicament. I'm pretty sure I haven't been drugged. They could feel their heart racing in their chest and felt the trembling fear in their stomach, as they tried to figure out what other options were even possible.

Teleported?

I can't believe I just thought that, like I let that thought enter my mind.

Still… all things considered it's could be possible.

Nope, nope, nope, I'm being completely ridiculous. Definitely need to watch less doctor who

Harley didn't get a chance to respond to their thought as a slim figure in a long coat bolted down the alley way towards them. Their eyes widen slightly and finally their frozen limbs moved and they turned to face whoever was approaching them.

"Hello," said a familiar voice as the man slid to a stop a couple of metres away from Harley, he glanced over his shoulder and drew in a quick breathe. "Well, no time to explain, but you probably want to run now."

At that point Harley knew two things. First of all, they knew that they had completely lost their mind and second of all they knew they needed to run for their life at that very instant. Sparing a millisecond to glance over the shoulder of the fictional character they had just been thinking about, Harley turned on the spot and sprinted away from the direction the Doctor had just come from. The dark shadow that had turned into the alleyway a moment after he had told Harley to run had sent an instinctual tremor of fear up their spine.

"Take that left," the Doctor shouted and Harley willingly obliged, having just started panicking over the lack of light showing from the other end of the alley, as that would indicate a dead end.

There was definitely light in this alleyway, as well as an intersection, which the Doctor turned right at. They weren't running long before they exited the new alleyway and found themselves in a more open area, which seemed to be the main road of whatever city they were in. The Doctor and Harley ran across the road, around the horse and cart that was just across from them and into what seemed to be a park.

Harley could just make out a large square box in the corner of the park, not far from where they and the Doctor were and they headed towards it, knowing that he was heading that way already. Harley reached the doors of the TARDIS just before the Doctor and looked behind them. The dark figure had gained on the pair during the chase, it was now only a short ten metres away. Harley couldn't make out any distinct features of the thing, despite the light that had been cast over it, all they could really say of the creature was that it was the same shape of a human. Harley heard the distinct click of the TARDIS doors opening and dove into the blue box after the Doctor.

The engines of the TARDIS began to groan familiarly and the large spaceship began to shudder as it presumably teleported somewhere, or somewhen, different. Harley took in their surroundings quickly. The doctor they had been following was the tenth regeneration. He was wearing one of his usual pinstripe suits, a blue one, as well as his usual long coat, which looked damp from the rain. His hair was also damp and water flew from it as he worked busily at the controls, flipping levers and pressing buttons.

"What was that?" Harley asked, deciding that they'd rather not stand in silence and wait for the Doctor to start asking them questions.

"Hmm? You mean Jack, good-ole Jack, well not really that good…" The Doctor started rambling

"That thing wasn't a person, no foot-steps." Harley pulled their glasses off of their face, shaking them unenthusiastically. They were relatively new and Harley wasn't exactly sure what to do with them, since they didn't have any of their cleaning cloth on them.

The Doctor turned around after the TARDIS had set herself down and narrowed his eyes slightly at Harley. "That is a very good observation…" He paused waiting for a name to be given.

"Harley."

"Right, Harley. Nice name." He grinned, loping across the TARDIS console so he was nearer to them.

"Thanks I picked it myself." Harley grinned back.

"So, that thing wasn't exactly human, it was a human shadow."

"I might be wrong…" Harley hesitated, "but don't human shadows tend to stick with their humans."

"Yeah, usually." He said waving his hand. "What I'm more concerned about at the moment is, who are you?"

This is my nanowrimo entry, I've just started it though so it's going to be a fun few days trying to catch up :)