Okay… So, girl knocks on door repeatedly; Doctor being the incredibly cool person that he is, answers said door; girl face-plants on TARDIS floor; Doctor (once again being incredibly cool might he add) compliments girl's wellies and suggests that she should get up.

This isn't making sense, the Doctor thought, reviewing what had just happened. Why isn't she getting up? She's definitely breathing, he decided, so she's alive. He crouched down next to her, his trousers rising well above his ankles as he did so. Yeah, definitely a breather, he thought upon closer inspection, and she's got her eyes open so she's definitely awake too.

Wait. Her eyes are open.

Quickly springing up, the Doctor was back on his feet, and just as quickly he belly flopped onto the ground. He shuffled himself forward on his elbows until he was face to face with the girl. She was still just staring, wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. Like a freckly goldfish, he thought as he raised a finger.

How did 'Freckly Goldfish Girl' get into his TARDIS anyway? Oh, right, she'd knocked and he let her in. But that didn't explain how she'd found his TARDIS's location. Actually, even he wasn't sure of his location. It's all a bit technical really, and the manual certainly wasn't helping him. It would probably help more if he hadn't thrown it away though. Either way, he didn't have a clue where he was.

His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth unconsciously as he moved his finger closer to the girls face. Closer, closer, closer… Boop. He pressed his finger to the girl's nose.

And the girl pressed her fist to his chin.


Right… So, left tent to avoid paying for sister's nose job with money I don't have; wandered around forest for a bit; got lost in said forest; started to rain; found a big bloody blue police box, of all things; fell into said police box and still… need to… pee…

Yeah, this all makes perfect sense, Cathy thought. Clear as fracking mud. She was still lying on the floor of the police box and was making no attempt to get up. Actually, since when was there this much room in a police box? It definitely didn't look this big from the outside….

Something briefly flashed through Cathy's mind. A blue police box, bigger on the inside, and it made the most peculiar noise. She'd seen that somewhere before. Probably some weird thing she'd glanced at on the internet. What was that website her friend had shown her again? Oh yeah, tumblr. That seems strange enough for it. Her friend had only shown her the site once or twice, and she still didn't know what the hell a 'Johnlock' or a 'Destiel' was. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

She did, however, want to know what the hell was going on right now.

Her eyes were open. However, all she could see was a pair of boots with the trousers just skirting the top of them. Must be a tall bloke, she thought. That or he can't afford a decent pair of trousers. Suddenly, judging by the flash of ankles, the man appeared to crouch in front of Cathy. She continued to lay there, with her eyes wide open and attempting to control her breathing. Maybe if she just stayed very still she would disappear. Maybe he would disappear.

Wait, wasn't he the one that opened the door? Then it was his fault that she was face-planting and not peeing!

Very suddenly, with a flash of ankles, the figure hopped up and just as suddenly flopped down onto his elbows. Cathy's mouth dropped open slightly as she stared at the face moving closer towards her.

Jesus Christ, she mentally screeched, death by 'Chin Man'… Not really what she imagined on her gravestone. She'd sooner have expected to meet Slender Man in the woods. Also, someone needs a haircut. And seriously, a bowtie? Get dressed in the dark or don't own a mirror? Poor bugger probably thinks he looks like some sort of cool professor type. He's edging more into geography teacher territory with that tweed.

Crap, what's his hand doing? Why is he pointing at me? Did he just read my mind or something?

Oh God, it's coming closer.

Whilst Cathy was freaking out internally, she still kept her eyes focused on the 'Chin Man'. You know what they say, never take your eyes off your opponent and all that. Especially when they look like they're about to give you the poke of death.

It's alright, I can deal with this, I can totally deal with this… Times like these, Cathy found it much easier to tell herself unconvincing lies.

Wait, what was it that guy at work said? The one who does like five different martial arts and looks like he lives in a tanning salon… Damn, what was it? Maybe I should just bite him? No, he might be diseased or something…

Boop.

Y'know what? Let's just pretend he said to aim for the chin.

And that's when Cathy's fist lashed out, nailing 'Chin Man' right in the, uh, chin.


Yeah... really sorry about the lack of update so far... Been busy... Doing nothing...

Well, no matter, back now! For how long, I have no clue. This story is going to be one of those slow ones. Sorry about that.

I was thinking about possibly writing in a WhoLock or SuperWho chapter later. If anyone likes that idea then please tell me!

Anyway, thanks for reading!

- Callie