Azalin hated the human world. She hated how bright it was, the happiness and joy that radiated off of its inhabitants, and most of all she hated how no one was being tortured or enslaved. Her thoughts quickly race back to her home; Dark skies, burning with crimson embers and hell fire, and brim stone. That was home, her homea world constantly thrown into chaos and war. She laughed and sat shamelessly upon her ruby-encrusted gilded throne, Hair tied back in a messy, black, pony tail. Wearing a low cut, red, halter dress, with an exposed backgolden heels adorned with red rubies—ebony flesh glistened with sweat. Now she is forced to live as a god trapped in the mortal world, with only half of her powers. She stares into her reflection in a three-panel vanity mirror in her luxury high-rise apartment. Mahogany eyes slowly turning crimson, in anger, in remembrance of her downfall. Fists clutched tightly; how she was betrayed by those whom she called friends. Now she gets the last laugh.

Slowly she gets up from her vanity and strolls over to the man that has his wrists chained above his head and to the ceiling. He's scared, as he should be, this is Azalin. The hell god from an alternate dimension, the big bad in her opinion, and he was a monk. Not just any kind of monk, he's from the order of Dagon. Now in front of him, she looks at him with predatory eyes.

"The key."

"Wha-What?" He heaved.

He screamed in agony as she pierced her hand through him. Careful enough not to hit anything major, she needed him alive. Quickly pulling her hand out, violently grabbing his face. He's a monk, and she can't afford to kill this one. Brown eyes, mucked with grime and blood; pleads with the dark skinned goddess. Crimson eyes glow fiercely as she slowly sank her fingers into his head, light exploding from the initial entry points. Moaning with wanton abandon while he howls in pain, tearing through his brain cells, trying to find one bit of useful information, he's resisting.

"Damn!" She yells.

Why is this so hard?! Maybe just maybe I can do something to get him to talk. She angrily thought.

"Hey, I get it, you're a monk and monks are all about brotherhood, see what I don't get is why no one is looking for you?" She ask slyly.

The monk stilled.

Oh that got his attention, she venomously thought.

"They need not look for me, once one has been captured it is our duty to protect the nature of the key. Even if it means death."

Azalin's expression changed from sly to pissed, she got up in his face real quick and smiled

"Oh Screw it. I need the energy anyways" and sunk her fingers back into his head draining him of his sanity and his memories. Inside his head she could see everything; tomes, spells, and a light.

This light bright and pulsating, is this it? she hastily thought.

"Was that my key?"

"No, just a fig-"

"My key!" she yelled as she plunged her hands back into his head, reveling at his screams.

The light was pulsating, she could feel it, and this was her key. The key that would take her home and out of this crazy world. Suddenly his memories took a sudden turn, the monks transformed the key. A child with skin as dark as her's, and a stranger taking the child, a man in his thirties with slicked back hair wearing a blue suit, with red shoes. Azalin slowly takes her fingers out of the monks head.

That man, I remember him! He came to my land with a blue box. He did this to me, he took my key and sent me to that place. What was his name?

"Doc…t" the monk huffed.

"What? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you"

Azalin kept trying to help him sound out the words.

"Doc…to"

"Doctoo, What kind of name is that?"

"Tor."

"Doctee, Doctoo, oh I know! Doctor! Am I right?"

The monk hung his head in death.

"Well if you're going to be such a party pooper"

The doctor, she grinned.

Somewhere in the Tardis, The doctor is having a very heated discussion with his good pal Jack Harkness, who was about to tell the doctor he was being childish, until his cell phone rang. Weird, he didn't recognize the number, when he answered he soon recognized the voice. Jack watched as the doctor's facial expressions changed from: happy, confused, not listening, to worried. He gave a brief goodbye and started pushing buttons and pulling levers. Jack just eyed warily, he wanted to say something but, he had that determined look on his face. The doctor looked at Jack briefly, "What?"

Jack just chuckled, "Aren't you going to say it?"

"Say what?"

"Nothing…"

"Hm? Ok, Geronimo!" The doctor shouted.

The tardis shook alive with all its humming and whirring, moving forth through time. The doctor hopped he wasn't too late. The hell dimension wasn't really hell, just an apocalyptic world with gods. Of course he looked different back then but, he was still the same old doctor. Wandering off where he shouldn't and meeting interesting people, like the monks from the order of Dagon. She caught his attention right away, the key, is what the monks called her, to him, she's Yasmin. Yasmin was a giant, green, ball of mystical time energy that had a personality, at first she ignored him but, soon found herself drawn to his company. When the monks were attacked by Azalin's soldiers, the monks used the last of their magic to turn her into a human baby. The doctor and his newborn companion narrowly escaped the soldiers, once inside the tardis he fired her up and hauled ass. He always wondered what would become of her if he kept her and raised her as his own. Would she find him exciting, and try to learn the secrets of his life and the tardis or would she reject him completely? Not taking a chance with either, he gave her to a completely normal family from Michigan.

The doctor just shook his head, it was all for the best. She needed normalcy!

Jack just looked at the young man with his shameless smile, the doctor looked at jack. They shared a very intense stare until.

"Stop it"

"What? Come on doc, who's the lucky girl?" Jack chuckled.

The doctor promptly ignored jack and started talking to the tardis' console. Reminiscing about how they used to have a baby on board. Jack just smile at the doctor's mindless babbling.

Sam constantly shook, but nothing worked, Yasmin was out cold. Being the gentleman that he is, Sam picked her up and put her back on Dean's bed. Watching her carefully, from his bed, Sam thought about what transpired moments ago. How does Cas know Yasmin? And why is she important? Quick rapping at the door brought him out of his thoughts. When Sam opened the door, he expected to see his brother and the trench coat clad angel, instead he was staring down a man with a bow tie. Tall, pale skinned, greenish blue eyes, with floppy brown hair. The other one was older with brown hair, wearing a long blueish- gray coat. The doctor was crouching at door knob level, using his sonic, but Jack had the bright idea of knocking. Now here he is standing in front of a very tall human male, with shoulder-length brown hair. Obviously not amused Sam positioned himself so the strangers couldn't see the unconscious girl.

"Well hello there, handsome" Jack said with a mischievous wink.

"Stop it"

"What?"

The doctor crossed his arms and just looked at him, not amused. Sam just cleared his throat, bringing the other two back to the situation.

"Right then. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a little girl, dark skin, dark hair, about yea high" the doctor explained gesturing his hand about hip level.

Sam folded his arms in shock but, decided not give away anything. If he knew Yasmin, he would have said her name already. Plus the way he was describing her, he made it sound like he was looking for a child.

"Silly me, I almost forgot, her name is Yasmin Marie Tolliver."

Sam stood gasped, not only did he know her name but, he knew her full name. Sam was about to say something but, the doctor pushed passed him when he saw her lying on the bed unconscious. Sam tried to go after him but, the other guy stopped him.

"Were not here to do you any harm, trust me." Jack said, flashing that winning smile.

The doctor quickly pulled out his sonic screwdriver and waved it over the girls' body. Jack and Sam closed the door behind them, when the green light glowed brightly. Sam was about to ask what that was, until the doctor commented for him.

"It's called a sonic screwdriver" he said without looking up from the readings on his screwdriver. His face grew with concern and then sighed with relief. Jack marveled at the sight before him, the doctor can be childish when he wants to be but, he can also be the most dangerous man in the room if you make him mad. Sam had enough, he wants to know what is going on right now. Before he could even get the words out the room door was kicked in, Dean rushed in guns blazing and ready to shoot. Castiel was right behind him with the hamburgers.

Time lords were the most feared race in the galaxy, next to the daleks (of course) right now, the doctor isn't helping their credibility. He's had the infant, he named Yasmin, for about six days, and he is loving every minute of it. The doctor loves talking to her, he often talks about his home, Gallifrey, the crimson colored planet that was home to the time lords. She giggles and coos at him, the tardis is also fond of the infant. Often when the doctor isn't paying attention, and Yasmin crawls off, the tardis always redirects her back into the console room with the doctor. Now the doctor lays her down in her crib, the room has a simple girly theme, with a few toys, and a night light. The doctor activates it with his sonic, making the celling light up with an accurate depiction of the galaxy. She just laughs and plays with her foot, the doctor smiles and walks away.

He takes a deep sigh and knocks, it's been years since he's seen her, but couldn't resist seeing her. The door opens and a woman about twenty five years of age, African American, with a black bob cut answers. Her eyes instantly lit as she let him in, he felt so awkward. She told him it had been five years since she last saw him, he says he's been traveling. Her home is drastically different from before, it's very modern contemporary, just littered with toys.

"Oh I'm so sorry" she says picking them up, "Can I get you anything?"

"Tea."

"Right, I'll get that right now"

He just waves her off as she retreats into the kitchen. Quickly putting his tan coat on the coat rack, he takes a quick stroll thought the house, he's looked up and downstairs, and he still doesn't see her.

"Doctor?"

"Him? What is it Rosette?"

Rosette just giggles and points to the kitchen doors, he walks through the kitchen and stops. With only a door separating them, he saw what she was pointing too. Playing in the backyard, Five year old Yasmin's having a ball, chasing around bubbles in her cute peach colored summer dress. The walks up and smiles, he made the right decision, a light tap on his shoulder makes him turn. He is greeted by s fresh cup of tea, he gives Rosette a gentle smile and returns to watching the toddler play.

"She's gotten so big"

"You humans often do, just the mechanics is all"

Rosette playfully rolls her eyes at him. He won't admit it, but he misses her, his little companion.

"Doctor?" jack asks, suddenly bringing the doctor out of his daze.

Right, theres a man with a gun and the doctor does not like guns.