Chapter 1 - When Worlds Collide

A/N: The Surgeon General strongly reccomends against anyone other than Jon reading this. Failure to heed this warning may result in blindness and an incurable fondness for RyanDan. You have been warned.

Also, I don't own The Doctor (BBC and RTD) or Erik von Riese (Jon). And I did warn you.

The Doctor was alone. Again.
He actually didn't mind so much, as he now had closet space again and could wander through the Tardis singng "Tears of an Angel" at the top of his lungs. Plus, all the angst upped his hotness factor by a good fifty points. So really, it was a pretty good arrangement.

The Doctor was on the second stanza when he happened to look up. Facing him was a breathtakingly handsome man with shoulder length brown hair and soft brown eyes.
Odd, thought The Doctor, I don't usually describe men as "breathtaking".

He swallowed the odd lump in his throat and adressed the Stranger. (For anyone that good looking had to have some Capitalization)
"Sorry, not to be rude or anything, but how exactly did you get in here?"

The Stranger smiled. It was a killer smile; very warm and kind, yet tinged with unspeakable sadness.
"I would imagine the same way all original characters wind up in the TARDIS."

The Doctor nodded knowingly.
"Ah, yes. The Infamous Bad Author Vortex. It's been happening a lot around here lately"
What a wonderful smile, he thought to himself. I wonder if mine looks that good.
"I'm The -"

"The Doctor" the stranger replied, somewhat breathlessly. Oh no... he thought. ("Oh yes", quoth the eville author)
"I'm a bit of a fan, actually. My name is Erik. Erik von Riese."

The Doctor smiled his now galactically patented giga-watt smile(TM).
"Welsh, then?"

"Naturally"
She is going to pay for this, Erik swore to himself. Still, he is rather cute...

The Doctor started fidgiting with various controls.
"So... Any ideas why your author thought we should meet?"

Erik just barely resisted the urge to massage his temples.
"Probably because we're both Gorgeous Tortured Immortals with British Accents Atoning For Past Evils."

The Doctor winced slightly.
"There are rules in the Shadow Proclimation about abusing capitalization like that. So, you're an Immortal?"

Erik sighed and nodded.
"Vampire. Complete with my own TBBMH(TM)
He bowed his head for a moment, the pain was too much to...

("Stick to the script! This is comedy,")

"Could have fooled me" Erik muttered under his breath.

The Doctor was genuinely impressed now.
"I had a Tragic Beautiful Blond Mortal Heroine, too! I SPOILERS!"

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck(TM) and looked puzzled.
"Sorry, what I meant to say was SPOILERS!"

Erik shook his head sadly (of course) and cast an apathetic glare heavenwards.
"Sorry, my author has been doing that a lot lately. Though that was the first time I've heard some one pronounce the asterisks."

The Doctor smiled.
"It has to do with the tongue."

Please, Erik prayed to any one listening, let it stop there.

The Doctor cleared his throat.
" l don't suppose you'd like a tour, would you?"

Erik's face was a mask of panic.
"Ohireallymustbegoingsomuchtodo-"

"I have a library filled with old manuscripts"
The Doctor could see the pure bliss spread across Erik's lovely features. He knew he had won.

Erik tried to contain his excitement.
"Really old?"

The Doctor nodded and grinned.
"Yep" he said, popping the last syllable.
"With dust."

Erik looked ready to burst.
"Well, I suppose a few hours wouldn't hurt..."

He followed the Doctor into the hidden depths of The Tardis.

"And remember, Erik. What happens in the TARDIS, stays in the TARDIS."

To be continued? Oh, we certainly hope not...