A/N - Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Here's where things start to heat up, I guess you could say...

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who or anything/anyone in it. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

Emma blinked her eyes open slowly, her head lolling a bit before she lifted it up. She was sat upright in what seemed to be a dining chair, a wooden table stretched out in front of her that was surrounded by similar chairs. It took a few moments for everything to come back to her and she was suddenly very awake, her wide eyes landing on the man who sat across the table from her. "Doctor?" She was out of her chair in an instant and running to him, wrapping her arms tight around him. "I don't think I've ever been happier to see you in my entire life! I thought I heard the TARDIS leave when I got caught. What happened?"

He was staying far too still in her arms, not moving to hug her back. "Oh, you know that TARDIS of mine." He laughed. "She's always being rather stupid."

"That's a bit harsh." She pulled back, eyeing him. "She's got a virus or whatever, she's not stupid. I never thought you'd call her stupid anyway, unless you were throwing a temper tantrum."

"Can't you see it? She's left us here!" He stood and threw his arms up into the air, making Emma step back to avoid getting hit. "All because of a silly, little virus, she left us in this unknown land. What ever will we do?" He nearly sounded sarcastic.

"Find a way out? I'm surprise you're not itching to explore." She rolled her eyes, starting to move away. "Come on, maybe the front door is unlocked." She didn't make it very far before he had caught her arm. "Doctor? What is it?"

"I think we should stay." He flashed a wide, cold grin. "Or, rather, you should stay."

"Doctor..." She tried to pull her arm from his grip. Unless it was an emergency, he would usually let go of her arm, but his grip only tightened. "You're hurting me. What's going on with you?"

"Oh, the TARDIS did leave, with him in it. It's just you and me now, all alone." He took hold of her other wrist, yanking her close. "If I'd known there was another version of myself with such beautiful pets, I would have killed him."

For a moment, Emma had thought this was some unusually cruel joke, but she knew it wasn't as he said such awful things. Her Doctor wouldn't even be able to joke about something like this. "Let me go! Who are you? Why do you look like him? What do you want with me?" She gave a sharp gasp as he pulled her up against him, so her toes barely touched the ground and their faces were inches apart.

"So many questions...I'm the Doctor, darling. Based on your reaction, I'm not exactly like yours, hm? Oh, but that last question...tricky, tricky. I've got you, but I didn't have any plans prepared for you." His eyes suddenly lit up. "I know! I need a maid, perhaps one who will tell me all about the other Doctor."

"If you don't have a real purpose for me, let me go." She spat.

"I do have a real purpose for you. You can clean the castle, do the laundry, wash the dishes, let me know whether your Doctor is worth finding and killing, and I'm sure I'll find much more for you. Oh, but we need a name, don't we? Spit it out, then. I'm sure you don't want me to call you 'maid' all the time."

"I'm not giving you my name because I'm not staying."

He narrowed his eyes. "You're lucky I don't give you something worse to do. You're especially lucky I haven't killed you for coming on my property. I guess I'll just have to search you for an ID, hm?"

"Emma." She said through clenched teeth. "My name is Emma."

"Good girl. You know, I have the perfect dress for you. Oh, don't worry, it goes down to your knees." He grinned. "Give or take ten inches."

She definitely did not want this. She wanted to be on the TARDIS with her Doctor, not with some freak copy who decided to make her his informative maid rather than kill her. So she made her best attempt at getting out of it; she aimed her knee between his legs. She had to force herself not to waste her time with a victory dance as he released her to grab himself, groaning in pain. "I'll just be taking my leave, then." Witty comment made, she turned and ran for the first door she saw.

It lead her into the kitchen, where she had to push past cooks and maids — the prick had at least five maids in the kitchen alone and he wanted her? — until she saw an open door, a man leaning out to get rid of a bag of rubbish. "Excuse me!" She made him stumble in surprise as she ran out the door past him, coming to a stone balcony. She didn't care how unsafe she was being as she took the stairs two at a time; she just wanted to get out, especially as she heard the Doctor and what she imagined to be guards yelling after her. Her choices were to go back inside, run either left or right to go around the castle, or to run into the forest ahead of her. She decided the last option would be best.

Within a few minutes, the air was filled with the sound of harsh breathing and the crushing of leaves and the occasional twig; thundering footsteps followed close behind the lone ones, not showing any signs of giving up their pursuit.

So Emma ran faster despite the way her lungs and side ached, doing her best not to trip over roots or knock into one of the many scattered trees. There seemed to be no end to the dark forest, and the only light she could see was barely there, struggling to show through grey clouds and the thick leaves of trees.

She took a sharp right through a thicket of trees that lead her to a clearing and, finally, the footsteps behind her were gone. Her running slowed by a fraction and she looked over her shoulder, finding that she was now alone. She didn't realize what a mistake that was until the toe of her shoe got caught on a rock and she found herself face down in the grass. Several curse words ran through her mind, but she didn't dare to yell them like she wanted to, to avoid drawing attention.

It seemed to be unnecessary, however, as she rose up onto her hands and knees and saw a pair of boots in front of her. "Oh, shit." She decided to let that one slip, given the situation she was now in. It wasn't miraculously some kind stranger come to save the day; it was him. She knew that for sure when the rough hands of his guards pulled her up to her feet, let her stare him right in the face.

"Oh, sweet Emma." He stroked her chin like a lover and then grabbed it like a viper taking its prey. "We've only just begun getting acquainted. It's not very polite to run away from me before we've even had tea." He shoved her head back roughly, releasing her chin. "Take her back. Oh, and please do make sure she's nice and comfy for dinner."

As the Doctor smiled, Emma cringed. "I do think chains will suit her nicely."

The guards had successfully dragged Emma back to the castle, despite her struggling, kicking, and screaming. She'd cursed out the Doctor over and over, told him she wouldn't be his maid and that her Doctor would come get her, and he just laughed at her.

Now she was back in the chair she'd woken up in, but she'd been forced into the maid outfit — and it was definitely take ten inches off the skirt — and her wrists were chained to the arms of the chair. "I don't understand why you're doing this. I'm of no use to you and he's of no use to you."

"Do you want to know why I'm doing this, Emma?" He'd been saying her name every other sentence since she was taken back, as if to prove some sort of point. Perhaps the point that she would only be hearing her name on his lips from now on. He stood slowly and made his way over, placing his hands on her arms as he leaned over her. "It's because...I'm the Time Lord! I'm the winner! I'm the survivor! And I do what I want!" He calmed suddenly, leaning back up to his full height. "You have no right to question me, or wonder why I do the things I do, unless I give you permission to do it."

"You can't stop me from thinking."

"I will." He shoved her plate closer to her. "Eat your dinner before it gets cold."

She clenched her jaw tightly, looking away. "I can't exactly move my arms right now."

"Oh, of course, silly me." He produced a key from his pocket, eyeing her for a moment before releasing her left wrist. "Left-handers are so easy to spot. You could tell them from a lightyear away." He smirked at her glare and returned to his seat. "Enjoy."

Her stomach growled as she looked down at the food. She didn't exactly get to finish her lunch, and God knows how long she'd been here what with being passed out and running through the woods. "Is it poisoned?"

"Yes. Rather than letting you wander through the forest until you died of starvation and dehydration, I chased you down and took you here to poison you."

"A no would have sufficed." She lifted up her fork and stabbed it into a piece of potato, pretending it was the Doctor's hand for just a moment before she shoved it into her mouth. She still didn't understand why he kept her or why he was like this, and she didn't think he would ever show her. All she knew was that she already hated him.

He watched the entire time, even as he ate and drank. He kept his eyes on her as if she would vanish and leave behind empty chains. As she finished her dinner and set down her fork, so did he, and she looked up at him. "So, what are my first duties?"

"Go to sleep."

"What?"

He made his way over, locking up her other wrist once more. "Go to sleep. There's lots to do tomorrow. Maybe if you behave, you can have a bed tomorrow night." He patted her on the head like a dog. "Sleep well." As servants came into take away the plates, he walked out of the room, flicking the light off as he went.

Emma sat in the dark, all alone once the servants went to the kitchen and the door swung shut. In all honesty, she just wanted to cry. She was in a strange place, with a wrong Doctor, destined to be some kinky maid, and her Doctor hadn't come back for her. Why didn't he? Did the TARDIS take him to some faraway land and then just break down? Did he not know where he'd left her and was currently searching the universe?

Maybe this whole thing had been a dream. Maybe she had hit her head when the TARDIS was trying to land, and her Doctor was currently trying to wake her up. After all, how was it possible that there was another Doctor wandering around and no one had known about it? It seemed utterly ridiculous now that she thought about it and she nearly smiled, closing her eyes. Maybe she would wake up and be in the TARDIS.

I don't think that'll happen, Emma...things may be confusing now, but things will fall together eventually, I promise :) Review, favorite, and follow if you wish!