A/N: Sorry about the long wait, due to the lack of reviews and interest in this story I considered abandoning it. However, I just love the idea too much to give up. I'll try to update more this week. I hope I get more reviews, because a story without reviews is just sad. ;(
Hermione Granger was not pleased. She was very far from pleased. She had been assigned her very first case since her promotion, her first real case, and it was infuriating. She had never had something that she couldn't crack before. Sure all of her cases in training had been hard, but she had solved them all! Being an auror was proving to be harder than she had expected. Obviously, her auror training had not prepared her for real cases and that meant that being top of her class (as expected) wouldn't help her.
So, at the ungodly hour of four am, she was sitting in the living room of the deceased Angela Knight. She had spent her entire day yesterday arguing with the muggle police chief about jurisdiction and finally, she had been able to speak to the muggle Prime Minister. At the mention of magic the man went white, and she felt a great deal of sympathy for him. The poor man had never known that running for Prime Minister meant he would also be the only muggle allowed to have knowledge of magic. Aside from special cases, like spouses or parents of witches or wizards, of course.
Her own parents got slightly uncomfortable at the mention of magic, and frankly, she didn't blame them. She belonged to a whole different world than they did, a world they could never really be a part of. So here she was, at four in the morning, staring at the small flat of Ms. Knight, wondering who could have taken her life. Hermione had been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past hour, racking her brain for anything that could help. She was so consumed in her thoughts, that she didn't even hear the buzz of alien technology, or the creaking of the opening door.
"Oh, hello! I didn't expect anyone else to be here, especially at this hour." A rather tall and lanky man said.
Hermione jumped, and instinctively, pointed her wand at him. She lowered it after realizing she was in a muggle neighborhood and didn't want to be discovered. However, after inspecting his clothes, she soon realized that this man was most definitely not a normal muggle. He wore a brown pin striped suit with a bright blue shirt, a yellow tie and bright red converse. He also had quite mad hair.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Hermione asked in a demanding voice.
"Well, I'm the Doctor, I'm here to investigate the murder and I got in using the front door."
"The Doctor?" Hermione asked, skeptically "Doctor Who?"
The man smiled and answered, "Just the Doctor."
"But, you must have a surname!" Hermione answered. Who did this man think he was, showing up at her crime scene and making a fool of himself! She had work to do, even at four am, and nobody had informed her about the arrival of a muggle doctor.
"Really? Must I? Who put that rule in place? Stupid rule if you ask me." The Doctor asked, looking at this girl for the first time. She didn't look like an ordinary human. She looked…different. Her clothing was far from the style and almost looked like a costume. She must not be human, he concluded. Why else would someone be snooping around a murder scene at four in the morning in a costume?
This man was infuriating, she thought. Everyone must have a surname, muggles and wizards alike! Although at this precise moment, she wasn't quite sure which one he was. She had just had the worst day of her life, and she wasn't going to put up with this lunatic's nonsense. She decided to just ask him. If he turned out to be a muggle, which she highly doubted because of his mismatched clothing, she could just obliviate him. She was too tired and had no tolerance to deal with a crazy physician.
"Who are you? Really? I am almost certain that you are not a muggle, because of your choice of attire." Hermione said looking him up and down. The man was very tall, probably over six feet and he was wearing an old pair of spectacles crookedly on his face. His clothing didn't seem like either wizard or muggle style, just strange.
The Doctor had no idea what a "muggle" was, but he decided to play along so he could figure out what race she was. He chuckled slightly at the fact that she was judging him by his clothing while he was doing the same.
"You would be correct in assuming that I am not a muggle, I just prefer to dress…colorfully." He said, trying to sound confident in the statement, when he really had no clue what he had just said.
"Good. Well then, I am Hermione Granger, A Junior Auror and The Chief Auror on the murder case of a Ms. Angela Knight. The same Ms. Knight whose flat you just broke into. I have no idea how you did that, by the way. The door was locked, a simple Alohomora would not have worked, I used a multitude of spells to make sure that only I could enter this household. So I must ask again, who are you, Doctor?"
Her statement only confused the Doctor further. He liked to think that he knew every planet out there and that he, in turn, had at least a little bit of knowledge of every species out there. However, this girl was speaking nonsense to him. She mentioned spells, he thought, is she some sort of Wiccan species? Just as he was wondering what in Gallifrey "Alohomora" meant, she interrupted his thoughts.
"Fine, don't tell me your name. But, I'm afraid I will not hesitate to arrest you if you don't answer my questions. You are breaking and entering after all." She said, apparently trying to appear tough.
Aha! So Auror meant police, he thought. At least that made more sense. This woman (or whatever she was) was some sort of police woman, now he just needed to pin point her home planet.
"What are you holding?" Hermione asked, referring to the skinny device in his hand. It didn't look like any wizard technology she had ever seen. It almost looked like a futuristic wand.
"Oh, this old thing? It's my sonic screwdriver! Although, I suppose they haven't been invented yet." The Doctor responded, trailing off at the end. Suddenly, a thought hit him. "Why are you investigating a human murder? Why do the Aurors care about the murder of these women? Has one of your kind been involved?"
Hermione burst out laughing. This man had obviously just escaped from St. Mungo's, referring to humans as if he wasn't one. Muggles and wizards are quite different, but they're both human! Its not like they were from different planets, she thought as she erupted into a new set of giggles.
The Doctor looked at Hermione (If that was even her real name) quizzically, and then began to chuckle too. The woman had a very infectious laugh, and the perceptive side of him thought that she rarely laughed like she was now. He realized while laughing his arse off with a random stranger from a different species, that she was probably wearing a shimmer.
He lifted his sonic screwdriver and yelled "SHIMMER!" In that silly voice of his. Hermione had stopped laughing and lifted a wooden rod at him, however she had not changed forms. The Doctor was forced to conclude that this was her real face.
"What on earth are you doing?" She screeched, while still pointing the rod at his chest.
"Well, its mighty strange that you would choose that expression considering you're not even from this planet! Unless, are you from Earth 2.0? How in the name of Gallifrey did you get here? And in this time period?"
Hermione had never been more confused in her life. This man must be insane! He thought she was from another planet, another Earth? And what in the name of Merlin was Gallifrey?
"What are you on about?" Hermione yelled "I don't know what institution you escaped from, but I am taking you to St. Mungo's! You obviously have some serious mental issues, thinking I'm not from this planet!"
The girl seemed to be genuinely confused, maybe she is human, he thought. Maybe I was wrong. However, the Doctor is rarely wrong.
"You mean to tell me that you're human?" He asked shakily. He suspected that wooden stick was some sort of weapon, and didn't want to discover that the hard way.
"Of Course I'm human!" She yelled "Aren't you?"
He knew she hadn't meant him to take the question seriously, but he decided to tell her the truth. He was lonely, and, sad as it was, this was the longest conversation he had had in weeks.
"No" He began "I am not from this planet, and I belong to an alien species. I thought that you did too, because of your strange clothing and words. What is a muggle anyway?"
This was all too much for Hermione, especially since she hadn't slept in almost twenty four hours. However, she was done arguing, so she decided to play along. She crossed her arms and simply said,
"Prove it."
The Doctor smiled and said "You're in for a treat" He walked closer to her, and she looked up at him hesitantly, still gripping her wand. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
He stopped just inches in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her forehead. He then closed his eyes, she followed, and began to see colors. But no, they weren't colors, they were forming shapes. And the shapes were becoming people, faces. Ten different faces that were all named the Doctor, with no surname. She saw the beautiful planet of Galiifrey, at least twice the size of , she saw the most terrible things, monsters, horrific looking beings. There was a tall green one, with bug like eyes and a giant red one that resembled a spider. There were machine men that stood seven feet tall and short men that looked like potatoes. There were midgets with red spikes on their faces and women made of stone. These monsters came in all shapes and sizes, but they were all terrifying. And worst of all, there were tiny machine like beings. They looked so harsh and cold, Hermione could tell that they were the worst, the ones that the Doctor feared the most.
As he released his hold on her head, Hermione began to feel dizzy, and then everything began to fade to black
A/N: Anyone think they can name all of the Doctor Who monsters I referenced? Review Please!
