Hehehe, here's my next chapter! Ok, so Rory is pretty much taking Donna's place in this whole thing. It may be a OOC in a couple places.

This is right after Martha leaves and they go on a bunch of the adventures Donna went on with the Doctor, but be warned, they are pretty much out of order.

Disclaimer: I own nothing TARDIS related.


What is going on? Rory thought to himself as he looked around what seemed to be the TARDIS, but there was something off about it. Something was different, somehow. Where's the Doctor? Where did Amy go? His thoughts were interrupted by a tall, slim man, energetic, bursting in through the doors followed by a young woman. Rory ran to the top of the stairs and behind the wall, peeking out cautiously.

The man had on a blue suit and Converse All Stars and was rambling on and on about where they should go next to the girl. She was wearing a red jacket and had a very sad expression on her face. He noticed this too, as he stopped talking soon after. Rory couldn't clearly understand what she was saying, but heard something about staying behind to take care of her family. She left the TARDIS after giving the man a hug. Moments later, Martha Jones, as the man had called her, came back in.

"The thing is, it's like my friend, Vicki. She lived with this bloke, student housing, [indistinct] who was called Shawn. And she loved him, she did, she completely adored him, spent all day long talking about him."

"Is this going anywhere?" The man asked her.

"Yes! Cuz he never looked at her twice. . . This is me getting out." Rory couldn't make out the next couple of lines, but saw her toss the man a phone saying to answer it when it rings. She then left again stating, "I'll see you again, mister."

The man smiled sadly, pulled down a lever, and the TARDIS made that beautiful noise again as it took off. Rory, being the clumsy person that he is, slipped and fell down the stairs, tumbling to a stop at the man's feet. He stood up, straightening himself out and turned around to see the man looking at him confused with wide eyes.

"Oi, who are you?" He demanded, examining Rory.

"Rory Williams." He answered awkwardly. "And you are?"

"I'm the Doctor. How did you get in here?"

"Wait, you're the Doctor? Are you delusional?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I am! This is the TARDIS, my TARDIS, the most beautiful ship ever made."

Well, that sounds oddly familiar, Rory thought as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. "Wait, if you are who you say you are and this is in fact the TARDIS, then what happened with my Doctor? Hold on, what year is it?"

"It's 2007 and I ask you again, how did you get in?" He asked suspiciously.

Should I tell him I'm from the future? Well, if he doesn't believe me, I guess I could find a way to prove it. "Ok, the truth? I'm from the year 2012, I've been traveling with my Doctor and my wife, Amy. Something happened and now we find ourselves here arguing about my sudden appearance in the year 2007, apparently on the TARDIS with you, who is the Doctor." Rory took in a big breath and stared at the confused man in front of him. "So you tell me, how did I get in here?"

"What? What? WHAT?" The Doctor exclaimed fervently in the way he always does when he's perplexed. "That's not possible. Even if you were with possibly my next incarnation, time doesn't work like that and there's no way you would be here right now! I can't go back on my own timeline."

It was Rory's turn to be confused at what he said. "But I'm here, so it is possible. And I went back in time, so the Doctor isn't really going back on his own timeline…"

"That's not how it works, though!" The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned Rory. "But you seem to be telling the truth, screwdriver says you're not from this time. But how is this possible?"

"You're the Doctor! Shouldn't you know how these things happen?"

The Doctor sighed heavily and turned to him. "Ok, Rory, was it? You're gonna have to trust me for a bit right now. I could probably find out what happened and find a way to get you back if you let me. It won't hurt at all." He approached Rory and put his fingers on his temples.

"WHOA! What are you doing?" Rory cried as he backed away quickly.

"I'm going to read your mind to see what exactly happened to you. Now come on, it'll be over quickly." He walked closer to a confounded Rory.

Rory slipped away and ran to the other side of the TARDIS's console. "You know, I'm not really comfortable with that. Besides, you'll find out about your future. SPOILERS!"

"Are you seriously going to make me chase you around this TARDIS right now? Don't worry, I'll stay away from those parts. I'll just look for your most recent memory."

"No!" Rory ran around to the other side. "And, frankly, that makes me feel kind of uncomfortable."

"Would you relax? It's not like your wife's here to watch." The Doctor laughed at Rory's reluctant nature.

Rory eyed him and huffed. "You're sure it won't hurt?" He walked over to the Doctor and let him put his fingers on either side of his head.

"Positive. Now just relax. Ok, I'm seeing you and who I assume is your wife, Amy correct? And me, I guess. Hmm… I don't look that bad. But still not ginger! Are you kidding me?"

Rory looked at him, puzzled. "Why would you want to have red hair?"

"Well, Amy has red hair. I've never been ginger before." He grumbled. "Oh, hold on, I think I found the cause…. Your Doctor seems to have accidentally centered a lot of the power to the certain spot where you were standing and somehow it sent you back here." (1) He let go and smiled triumphantly, shortly followed by a frown.

"I'm sorry, I can't really help you from here, it has to be reversed from your time. But the other me is probably trying to find a way. In the meantime, because he looked a little new at the whole thing, you're stuck with me. So what'dya say, Rory, would you like to accompany me until then?"

Rory exhaled, "Why not? It'll be fun spending some time with a different Doctor for a bit. And seeing as you are now without a companion, let's go."

"Rory, I think you and I are going to get along swimmingly. So where to?" He asked him and smiled hopefully. "Agatha Christie in 1926, perhaps?"

"Umm… ok sure, whatever. I'm sure we'll find some kind of adventure there, right?"

"Well, of course, Rory! I always do!" With that, they were off on their own little escapade.


A/N: So? Was that pretty good? Leave a review, please!

Ravengirl1011: I hope that was ok... :) I didn't really know how else he would react.

(1) Yeah not sure if that's possible, but i had to come up with something!

If you find any inconsistencies, let me know if you would be so kind!