A/N: sooo since my belief is that theres not enough superwholock in the world, this story line came to me while riding on the train to the NY comic-con. Needless to say, I really enjoy it and am glad for the chance to practice a different writing style since I've been using first person so much (mainly in my own original novels that will one day be finished! ..once I can push aside distractions, heh ^_^). anywho, starts off slow since I am currently at work and only have a the very beginning handwritten in front of me, the rest of the 17 pages I've written since starting it at home on my computer...and that is the sugar-high making me blabber, so onward! enjoy :D

"You know I don't like getting involved in these types of things for a reason, correct? People always want favors then."

"Oh come on," the young brunette aruged as the tall, skinny, bow-tie wearing man paced back and forth in front of her. "You said yourself, Time Lords used to make all the rules and you're the last one. How is it that girl's fault she got sucked into the wrong universe?"

"Clara, doing this could rip apart the TARDIS and then where would we be?" Clara was about to respond when the young brunette they had been arguing about stepped up to the console and reached a hand foward. "No, don't touch anything!"

"Doctor!" Clara snapped as the girl pulled her hand back.

"Please," the girl said, trying to give her best pleading and hopeless expression, "I can help get you there."

"And how do you think you can manage that?" the Doctor snapped at her. Clara gave him a reproachful look.

"I do not yet know my full abilities, but I know I can help your machine get us through the barrier and into my world," she replied.

"How?"

"Because it's what got me here," she said giving him a sad smile. "I only want to get back to my family. I promise to send you home straight away."

"Why don't you just do it now then?" the Doctor asked leaning back against the console, his arms folded across his chest. "Why not just send yourself on your merry way? Why inovle me at all?"

"Because I need a vessel and the vessel I came here in was destroyed."

"If yours was destroyed, what makes you think I'd risk my TARDIS to get you home?"

"The vessel I came in was one that was not designed to do so," she explained patiently. She knew her father would be proud while her mother would probably chastise her for not just knocking the man out and taking it. But this man was far older than both of them and she knew a calmer tacitc was needed. "Your TARDIS, it was meant to do this sort of travel. She just needs a bit of help getting through the wall between universes."

The Doctor seemed to consider her request, though he was still unconvinced. He lifted a hand to rub his face, "This universe, it's a parallel one is it not?"

"Actually, no sir."

"Impossible," he snapped. His face looked wary, but intrigued.

"Nothing is impossible," she smiled. She knew she almost had him. "Let me show you and you can see for yourself."

He considered her request, but there was still the chance something would happen to his precious TARDIS. Maybe if he knew more, he'd be more willing to help the young girl. He sighed, "Fine. What do we do?"

"Hold on," she smiled as her eyes flashed black and her pale skin started to glow softly. She felt her wings stretch out behind her, ruffling quietly. Before she could be stopped, like she knew the Doctor was considering doing, she reached out and touched the center piece of the console. The TARDIS started to shake causing the Doctor to start flipping switches and pressing buttons to steady her while his companion held on tight.

"What are you doing!?" the Doctor yelled as the TARDIS alarms started beeping and flaring.

"Guiding her home," the girl smiled. More alarms started going off and the TARDIS started shaking like mad. The Doctor was about to pull the creature, he knew now it was no human, away from his precious TARDIS when it gave one last lurch and came to a halt. The lights faded and the Doctor looked around, fear in his eyes.

"What have you done!?" he breathed. The girl took her hand away. He grabbed her and threw her back against the railing. "What did you do to my TARDIS!?"

"Doctor, calm down," Clara said rushing over to the aid of the girl who looked remarkably calm even though she was being threatened.

"It's dead! We're stranded wherever she took us! And my TARDIS is dead!" the Doctor seethed.

"She's just resting," the girl spoke quietly. "It will take a week, maybe, but she'll be good as new and refueled in no time." A chime went off somewhere, like the machine was agreeing with her. The Doctor seemed to calm down a bit, but only a bit. He still had not let her go.

He looked at her, studying her face, her expression, the way her eyes were still black as night, before speaking again. "What are you?"

The girls gave him a wide smile as her eyes blinked back to normal.