Hey so this was originally going to be a one-shot but I realized I really enjoy writing it. I don't know how long it will be yet. Thank you for reviewing people who reviewed :)

This chapter isn't much, so don't get too excited about it. I felt it was necessary though. I promise more action later xo

Also I don't own Doctor Who. Enjoy!

For the rest of the day, I am a total mess. I don't know whether to tell anyone what just happened. I'm silent with uncertainty. Even though I really want to tell someone, I don't think I should. For one thing, they'll think I'm completely insane. For another, they'll want to see themselves. And he's gone.

Again, they would think I'm completely insane.

I think my friends know something's up, though. I'm usually hyper and talkative at lunchtime, throwing out some random Doctor Who references into the conversation here and there. Instead, I eat in silence, quietly observing the rest of the table complaining about a History test.

If they only knew. If they knew who I just met. How much is real. How petty their problems are compared to the safety of the universe.

I feel like if I don't tell anyone today, I never will. So near the end of the school day, I decide to tell my best Whovian friend, Marissa, what happened. I seriously doubt she'll believe me, though; she's probably used to me acting weird about Who-related things. She'll think I'm making something up in my little fantasy world.

"Marissa!" I shout at her from across the room when the bell rings.

"Liz!" she yells back. She walks slowly over to me with her backpack on.

"Hey," I say when she finally comes over. "I have to tell you something."

"Sorry, but that didn't happen."

"No! It did! I swear!"

"Right. Okay. Believe what you want to."

I had tried to tell Marissa about my encounter with the Doctor in the most realistic way I could. It didn't go well. Not only is it totally unbelievable (even to myself) that the Doctor showed up, it's even more unbelievable that he knew me. Plus, Marissa is so used to my flailing and storytelling that I doubted she would believe me in the first place.

I sigh, knowing this is probably a lost cause. "Whatever. See ya."

"Bye!"

Oh well… who would have believed me anyways?

After stopping at my locker, I wait a few minutes for it to clear up. It's always so crowded right after school ends, and I like to wait so I can actually choose where I want to go in the hallway. There aren't as many people around now, so I head towards the front of the building. I'm just walking out the door when I hear very faintly a very familiar noise.

Oh, god. Again.

I look around frantically. I don't see the slightest bit of blue anywhere. I start walking towards the construction site. (My school is doing some big construction project to add a whole wing to the school.) I peer into the gate blocking off the construction from the rest of the school. I don't see anything. I wonder if I was just being paranoid, but no, I'm sure I heard it. I make sure no one is watching before slipping past the open gate. There are a bunch of big trucks and piles of dirt over here. I try to see around all the equipment, but it's impossible. I walk further into the construction, maneuvering around metal beams that seem to be strewn slightly haphazardly around the site.

I trip over one of the beams by accident, and I fall to the ground face first with a thud. A textbook I had been carrying falls too. It makes a huge clanging noise as it hits a beam.

I hear footsteps running over, but I don't quite register them. I'm in pain. "Ow…" I groan as I flip myself over, careful of beams this time.

"Are you alright?" I hear a British voice ask.

I quickly look straight up from my position lying on the muddy ground. The Doctor is looking down at me, concern written all over his face.

I smile, sitting myself up carefully in case I'm hurt. My white shirt is covered in dirt. It's an unpleasant sight, but I don't seem to be injured besides being a little bruised, so that's good. I stand up slowly. The Doctor grabs onto me, steadying me in case I fall.

"I am now," I finally answer his question.

"Good," he says. "It's nice to see you again, Liz."

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