This is completely rewritten from the 9th doctor. He never met Rose, but don't worry, we'll bring in Rose, Martha, Donna and maybe Amy and Rory. Possibly Mickey. But later in the story.

Chapter 1

The Doctor

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Christmas. I inhaled the fumes and smelt the sweet scent of eggnog. I explored around the small area, noting a novelty police box from back when my mom was young. The police box drew my attention, because even then I knew it held something almost as sweet as that eggnog. A creak emerged from the strangely attracting box, and a man opened the door. He shut it quickly and noticed me standing near it.

"Ever seen anything like it?" he asked, catching me off balance.

"My mom showed me pictures, she had them around when she was a kid. Good you have an appreciation for the older times," I complimented. Some sort of emptiness filled my comment, like I was missing a bigger picture.

"Ah, but this one is different." he replied, a grin wiping his face clean. His brown hair was ruffled, even though it was short. He wore a leather like jacket.

"How so?" I responded, curiosity gripping me tight.

"What's your name?" he interrupted.

"Sheila. Sheila Gisby. And yours?" I replied, intrigued by the conversation.

"The Doctor." He told me, bringing out a larger grin then before. His white teeth shone like the stars. But that was the least interesting part of him.

"The Doctor? What are you? From Gallifrey?" I asked.

He looked at me, obviously caught off guard.

"You have heard of the Time War, correct?" he investigated me, like I had done something amazing or terrible. I couldn't tell. But I knew about the Time War, my parents told me stories when I was young. I knew of the brutality...

"Yes, the war that left all the Time Lords... I don't know how to put this... gone."

I felt like he had some kind of secret burrowed inside him, that also had a deep piece of sadness inside.

"But I'm still here!" The Doctor exclaimed, his voice sagging a bit. I stared down at him.

"You're... Your a time lord! This is amazing! Do you know how long I've tried to find one?!" I replied, excitement brushing past me, and turned into slight anger.

"Sheila Gisby..." he repeated over and over. I racked my brain for one reason why he'd be here. There was no trouble here, at least nothing severe enough to affect more then one person. He must be just visiting. My dream to meet him and save my brother had been crushed. Years ago. When I was 13, I needed him to save my brother that was becoming a monster.

"You, the distress signal... That was from you! Blimey, I am so sorry. How late am I?" he asked, worry creasing his eyebrows.

"Late."

"I am so sorry... But look at you, knowing all that stuff! Fantastic!" The Doctor tried bring the upside of things, but it hadn't worked at the time.

"You can't subside what happened. How late you are! God! Years, wasted." I stormed off, my fists clenched. My dark brown hair wrapped in a ponytail bobbed behind me. It's like he had forgotten me. Forgotten someone that could bring back the Time Lords. But no, he didn't care. All that mattered was Harriet Jones, the prime minister. Only reason he had even cared about her must have been because she was almost like royalty. Snow dotted the sky, slowly falling to the pavement like autumn leaves. The vendors offered me numbers of food, the scent yet again wafting to my nose. I accepted some fish and chips, and sat on a wooden bench. I admired it's black curled designs on the back. Suddenly the smell of leather came my way, causing me to turn.

I crossed my arms, knowing why The Doctor was here.

"Why were you sending a distress call?" he prodded, expecting me to just open up to him.

"Doctor, it's too late. 3 years too late." I spat, my eyes shutting in anger.

"I don't care. Just tell me," he argued. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He would only let me tell him so everything would be handy dandy.

"Fine! You want to know why? Daleks! They took him. My brother is now a Dalek. When you get distress calls, you don't exactly have 3 years!" I shouted, standing up. I noticed my friend Rose passing by, and by the looks of it she had just got here.

"Rose!" I greeted eagerly. Her brown eyes darted around in fear.

"Rose, are you okay?" I asked her, following her eyes. Two men had been fighting, yelling out things about something called Bad Wolf. In a flash I saw Rose's blonde hair swish as she ran towards the fighting men. She separated them and screamed and pleaded for them to stop. The snow became larger, falling slower and slower. I focused on the men, trying to get past all the snow. It could barely be done, but all I saw was someone with a leather jacket.

I dashed after them, and held out both hands. The two men wouldn't stop, but I could now see The Doctor was the man in the jacket. He tried to stop the fighting, telling the other guy that he was sorry. I closed my eyes and slapped the other man. I opened them once again and looked down at him.

"Hey, who said hitting was okay? I don't want to deal with you like a kinder!" I scorned. He sneered back up at my and grabbed me by the front of my shirt, tugging so hard it cut off my breathing.

"He killed someone! He killed a whole family!" he pointed at the Doctor, accusing him of the coldest things.

I kicked the man and grabbed The Doctor and went straight to the police box. "Why is he accusing you of killing someone?" I demanded. The Doctor would never kill someone randomly. He must have had a reason.

"First, get inside the TARDIS." he told me, then warned me about it being bigger on the inside and smaller on the outside. I walked in, still questioning him. I then recognized the incredible size, and the weird bunch of levers and buttons in the middle.

"Woah," I breathed in contempt.

"It's fantastic isn't it? He complimented himself, looking around.

Suddenly I snapped out of all of it. The amazement. The wonder.

"What are you trying to do here? I'm still mad!" I held my ground, anger leading my thoughts. Why was he here? What did he want from me?

"I'm trying to show you the beginning. Would you like a ride?" He offered, the air becoming still and the anger fading away.

"Sure."