Wow, considering I've started writing this 2 ½ minutes after posting the first chapter and it already having 4 views I decided to go "YAYYYYYY SOMEONE FRIKKIN READ IT!" and write more… =) I might overload this fanfiction with updates… sorry! I also do not own anything Who related, because if I did Ten wouldn't have to go…

'Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum,' over and over and over. I decided to ignore it, because I was perfectly fine with being sane. Instead I concentrated on why I had two hearts. 'Well the fact that you're a 78 year old Timelord might explain it, you stupid idiot,' I thought to myself. 'Wait, 78?! Nope. Nope nope nopity nope nope. You're 13, dimwit.' Actually, the fact that I accepted the fact that I was a Timelord in a hearts* beat just shows that I was in to deep.

Anyways, at this point I decided that whatever was happening was a dream. I mean honestly, a Whovian goes to sleep after watching Doctor Who and freaking out over Who related fears then having a Doctor Who dream isn't that far-fetched. I smiled, all smug because I realized it was all a dream therefore beat the game. 'Isn't there a thing about being able to control lucid dreams? Frik yeah, I'm flying!' I thought.

Please refrain from laughing at this next part, or I may have to rip out your spinal cord. Seriously, I'll do it. Anywho, I stood up on the couch and was about to jump when a part of my mind I have absolutely no control over thought, 'Oh way to go, Captain Senseless. You've been a Timelord for a total of 6 minutes and you're already going to regenerate.' I laughed and ignored the thought, jumping with my arms spread out like Super Man. Obviously, I face planted on the tattered carpet. "Ow…" I said once I could breathe again.

After that little experience I came to the shocking conclusion that what was going on was, in fact, real. I decided to get my act together. "I'm a Timelord, and there are no Timelords in real life, or at least not my real life," I said. I looked around and picked up some of the newspapers on the floor. The newest one was from December 22, 2006. I think I've already mentioned this, BUT I WAS IN FRIKKIN 2006! It was not ok. The paper talked about the launching of the Guinevere 1, and Harriet Jones, the new Prime Minister. "Ooooook then, so I'm in the Doctor's universe, probably the 23rd of December, and in two days there's going to be a massive space invasion. Thank Rassilion that Timelords don't have A-positive blood," I muttered under my breath.

I sat down and pulled out the scraps of paper I always keep in my pajama pants pockets (for, ya know, midnight eureka moments) and wrote down every relevant Doctor Who fact I knew. Then I decided to come up with my game plan.