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"Um…" I thought it over, "I've always wanted to see the future."

"Right. But you can't." the Doctor shook his head, "Too many spoilers."

"Well, in that case," I paused, "How about the thirteen colonies? Like around or before the Revolutionary War?"

The Doctor looked thoughtful, "I suppose someone of your age should brush up on that history. Why not, Allonsy!"

He was about to start pushing buttons when he stopped and looked at me.

"Would you mind pulling that green lever there?" he asked, motioning to the other side of the console.

I nodded and ran over to it and pulled it down.

"Brilliant. Now, let's see. American Colonies," he started talking to himself and the Tardis, "Approximately 1776 just for the fun of it, and around," he looked up, "Does Boston sound good? Wonderful, I'll aim for Boston."

"Wait," I stopped him, "Can we stop by my house for a minute?"

"Why?" the Doctor looked up, fingers lingering over the last buttons.

"Internet," I explained in one word, "You should see something."

"That would mean I might see something from my future, which wouldn't be all that brilliant. What is it?" he asked.

"A clip with the actor that played you in the show," I explained. "It isn't your future I promise. But it's kind of funny. You might get a kick out of it."

"Well," he thought it over, "I don't see why not. We've got time. Of course, we've always got time. We'll stop by your place."

He reset the time and destination and soon we made it to my house. As not to disturb the neighbors, he parked in the front hall. I snatched up the laptop from my room and turned it on as I ran back to the Tardis. Once it was on, and with the Doctor looking over my shoulder, I went to YouTube and typed Comic Relief Catherine Tate and David Tennant.

"But who are they?" he asked in my ear.

"The actors that played you and Donna," I explained, "its a little joke video you two are in."

I found the clip and turned it on. I sat down with the laptop in my lap and the Doctor sat beside me. Soon David Tennant was making his way into the clip.

"There I am! And I'm Scottish of all things!" he exclaimed, "And there's Donna!"

The video continued and the Doctor and I were soon laughing.

"Those actors are funny," he laughed.

Then "Lauren Cooper" asked the Doctor Who question.

"Are you the Doctor?" Lauren/Donna asked in the video.

"Doctor Who?" the English teacher/Doctor said in a confused Scottish accent.

The Doctor laughed as Lauren continued questioning, but then had a wounded expression.

"I think she's actually making fun of me," he said in a hurt tone, "and who's Billie Piper? Why is the crowd laughing at that?"

"Billie Piper is the actor that played Rose," I whispered.

That shut him up. He looked really sad, and I felt bad. After Lauren said the sonnet and the English teacher pulled out the sonic screwdriver, I saw a ghost of a smile on the Doctor's lips. Then I closed the laptop and slipped out the door to put it back.

When I came back he was smiling again.

"Well, I could use a nice trip after that. So, still Boston?" he confirmed and I nodded, "Then let's go." And he hit a button and the Tardis began to shift again.

When it stopped, he was about to open the door, when he stopped. Then he turned around and looked me over.

"You can't go like that," he pointed out.

Minutes later I no longer wore jeans and a t-shirt. I was wearing a long dress, complete with a tight corset, for good measure. Thankfully, he let me keep my shoes. Though, when he assisted me with the corset, he made it really, really tight.

"Oi, how can woman breathe in these bloody things," I complained.

The Doctor turned his head back to me. "You sounded British just now."

"Sorry, habit," I realized I'd been talking like that because of Doctor Who.

"No, its fine," he assured, "It might make you blend in a bit more, actually, maybe. Possible, well—"

"Ah, forget it," I said, as my all-American self as I began to twist my hair and pin it up.

"First things first," the Doctor said at the door, "How do we know each other here? And how old do I look as a human?"

"You look about…28 or so. How about brother and sister or father and daughter? Or a couple, that'd be weird, though," I suggested offhand.

"A couple, that'll work, pretend to be my fiancée. You look old enough. Maybe that'll be enough to keep those boys away from you," he waggled his eyebrows as my face reddened. "Oh, and let me do all the talking," he clapped his hands together and flung the door open.

I looked around in amaze, but the Doctor was frowning. He held up a hand when I went to ask. Then he took a deep breath, inhaling the time, it seemed to me.

"I was a tad off," he admitted, "We're more west, in a town whose name I don't know. Time was a bit off too. I think a few decades after the Revolutionary War. My bad."

I waved it off, "Ah, fine by me. Though…do I still have to wear this?"

To my disappointment, he nodded.

We were on the outskirts of the town. It was just like an old movie. It was all rocky and dusty and the wooden buildings were set along the sides of a street. There were cowboys riding around on horses and women dressed like me walking along some wooden sidewalks. I think I even saw a saloon because there was screaming and some guy flew out the doors and landed in the mud.

The Doctor looped his arm through mine and pulled me along the sidewalk. All the women we passed looked curiously at him. A few men were staring at me, but would then look at the Doctor and walk away. I glanced at the buildings we walked by and saw an assortment of shops. Most of them were empty, but the saloon was full up to the brim. The Doctor looked in the swinging doors at the drunks staggering around.

He looked undecided and I elbowed him. He turned his head back to me.

"You can't be considering going in there can you?" I questioned.

"I need to ask where we are," he replied.

"Then ask someone out here!" I exclaimed and he clamped his hand over my mouth.

"Shh," his hand dropped, "Although that is a good idea."

He pulled me to the corner of the sidewalk. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at a group of men.

"I'll go ask them, so stay right here." He pointed to the ground at my feet, "Don't move. Don't talk to anyone."

I nodded. He grinned, spun on his heel, and headed towards the group. I wanted to lean up against the building, but that would be 'unladylike' so I stood and looked at my nails. I looked up under my eyelashes and saw the Doctor laughing and standing with the young men.

Then I heard someone whistle. I jerked back when I realized a young man stood beside me. He had unruly brown hair and was dressed in the western getup like all the others. He was smiling and had his head leaning to one side like he was curious.

"Why, hello there," he said in a southern, or rather western, accent. "What's a darlin' like you doin' lone out here?" He took a step closer to me.

I took another step back. "No, I'm not alone. My friend—fiancée is over there. He asked me to wait for him."

The boy didn't even glance at where the Doctor stood. He stepped closer and my back bumped into a wall. He put his hands against the wall on either side of me.

"My name's James. What's yours," he asked, leaning in.

I turned away, not answering. "Please, leave. My fiancée—"

James interrupted me by leaning in further and pressing his lips to mine. Backed up against the wall, I couldn't move away. I pushed my hands against his chest, trying to move him away. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my sides. I squirmed away, trying to move, but he wouldn't let me. I got one wrist free. Then I did what any decent girl would do when forcefully kissed in 2010.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

James stumbled backwards and fell into the mud, or what appeared to be mud. He clambered back to his feet and walked towards me, looking quite furious. I back away from James and the wall. Keeping my eyes on the angry man, I took another half step back.

I wasn't quick enough. James stormed at me and grabbed my arms.

"You need to learn some manners, little lady," he growled, "That wasn't very polite."

"Neither was kissing me against my will," I retorted, trying to keep a manner appropriate to the century as I ripped my arms away.

James was obviously very surprised, and very mad. He raised a hand to slap me when another hand gripped his wrist. It was the Doctor, and he was too happy either.

"And what is it you are doing to my fiancée?" he snarled.

However old James may have been he was about an inch shorter than the Doctor. He stumbled back a step as the Doctor released his arm. The Doctor loomed over him as James cowered; my hand was a red shape on his face.

"Explain to me what you were just about to do to her," he said with bared teeth.

"Nothin', sir, n-nothin'," he stuttered.

"It had better be nothing, or else, so help me I will destroy you," the Doctor threatened and his British accent disappeared.

With that last word, James ran away and the Doctor spun to face me.

"Are you all right, Holly? What did he do to you?" he demanded.

"He kissed me and I slapped him," I answered quietly, still stunned.

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell him you had a fiancée?"

"I did," I insisted, "I guess he didn't care whether or not I was engaged."

"That's it, we are leaving," he threw up his hands in defeat.

Then he took my hand and pulled me back towards the Tardis. When we got there, a bunch of cowboys were around it.

"Oi, don't touch that!" the Doctor let go of my hand and started shooing the men away, "No, no, no touchy! That's mine!"

"Not anymore, it ain't," one of the men, a guy probably around the age of 35, said, "Now it's property of the sheriff. It's on his land."

"No, no, no. It's mine," the Doctor repeated, "I'll move it if it's on his property, then. Holly, come along, we are leaving."

"She can't leave, Mister," the same man spoke as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Why not?" the Doctor exclaimed.

"She injured the sheriff's son. She's stayin' with us for a trial."

And with that, James sauntered up with his hands in his pockets and I smile on his face. He then grabbed my arm and kissed my cheek.

"See, sweetie, crime never pays," he smirked, "'specially not when it's against the sheriff's own son."

The Doctor looked downright furious, and I was downright scared. I hadn't expected this to happen. I pulled away from him.

"I didn't injure him; I was defending myself against him!" I explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," James interrupted, "Tell that to my dad." Then he whispered in my ear, "He'll be thinking you assaulted and attacked me. Try to get out of this, you'll get hung."

Explanation for this includes the following.

The part about youtube- I know it wasn't necessary, but it was a really funny video. And I just had to let the Doctor see it.
the video is /watch?v=WxB1gB6K-2A

As for the 'you'll be hung', IDK if that is a real punishment in those days, but it sounded appropriate.

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