Disclaimer – Yes. I am BBC and own this. 'Kay no. Not really. Sadly, I have no ownership of Doctor Who whatsoever. Darn.

A/N – I'm still trying to figure out how to make Rose just right, so sorry if her character is a little flat (like old soda...) here. Also, I was told my constant POV changes were annoying, so I'm keeping to one point of view this chapter.

-Fred

The Doctor

-Rose's POV-

Ruby was being weird last night. She had this funny grin on when she started look up something random like "The Doctor". Then she was all weirdly focused. Makes me wonder what's so interesting about this doctor thing she's searching.

I hear creaking in the hallway. Ruby. It has to be her. There's absolutely no way Mum would get up at such an unholy hour. Silently, I get up and get dressed, making sure that I don't hear the sound of the front door closing. There's been nothing. Huh. Slowly, I open my door and creep over to the living room and take a peek. She's on the computer again. I bet she's looking up the same thing as last night; that doctor thing. Ruby usually lets me in on things... Even when she won't tell mum sometimes, she lets me in. What's different about this? "Ruby?"

She starts and turns around. "Why're you up Petal?" That's her nickname for me. "Thought you'd still be asleep...especially since it's a Saturday."

"I heard you get up. I was curious why you'd get up at such an unholy hour. Like, what time is it? Three?" I say pointedly.

"Six actually," she corrected.

"Oh. Well. That doesn't make it any less unholy. It's still early enough to be gross." *tongue sticking out* She just shook her head and laughed. "Sooo," I continue. "Whatcha looking up?"

"Well," She fidgets a little as if she's not sure she wants to tell me. Maybe it's some kind of secret...

"Ruby? If it's a secret, I promise I can keep it. Really."

"Fine. Yesterday at the shop, I was trying to give Wilson the lottery money –"and she told me all about the Doctor and the plastic people and how she's now trying to find out more about him. I'm not sure what to believe. I don't think Ruby would lie to me, but this is just so crazy! But it's Ruby...I nod. Since it's her, I'll believe her. She gives me a smile and says, "You wanna have some tea? I can go make us some." I nod and go to sit on the couch while she disappears into the kitchen to make the tea.

It has already been a few hours since Ruby and I had tea. I'm in my room tinkering with random pieces of different wires and computer pieces when I hear a buzzing sound outside my window. What on earth? Suddenly, I hear my window slide up. My curtains are closed still, but I see a shape starting to climb over the sill. I search around for something, but all I have is a screw driver. Brilliant. Fantastic even. Then through the window steps this tall older guy. He has short buzzed hair like I'd expect on a seasoned soldier, rather large ears, and a leather jacket.

I hold out my screwdriver like I'm going to stab someone. "Who the hell are you?" I try to say it in a menacing tone, but I'm not really sure it's working for me, because the guy just raises an eyebrow and looks at my screwdriver.

"What're you planning to do with that?" he asked, nodding at my screwdriver with a slight smile.

"I…..I don't know…..What about you, huh? Who are you and why did you climb up here?" I demanded.

"I'm following a rogue signal." He glanced at the strange silver device thing in his hand before continuing. "Why are you here? You're not plastic are you?" and he knocks on my forehead. What a nutter!

"Of course I'm not! And I live here."

"What you do that for?"

"Because, well, everyone needs a place to live."

"I don't." with that, and a happy-go-lucky smile, he marched past me to leave through my bedroom door, walking smack into Ruby.

"You again!?" she shouted. "What are you doing here?" Huh. Apparently Ruby knows this guy…

"Ah. Hello. "He knocked on her forehead too, then pointed his silver thing at her. It made a rather loud buzzing sound and he looked at the side of it as if it was some kind of high tech scanner thing.

"You're not plastic either…" and the man off again, marching right into our apartment, and past Ruby. I only just registered that Ruby has been firing off questions at the Guy as he started to (I think) scan around the rooms. I followed if only to see what was going on. Yet again, I've missed some conversation that went on between Ruby and the Guy.

She's in the kitchen going on about what they should say to the police while making tea. I turn my attention back to the Guy to see he's picking up random things and making strange comments. Like, he picked up the gossip rag Mum likes to read and said that one of them was an alien and he flipped through a book "Sad Ending."

He caught sight of himself in a mirror and began inspecting his face almost as though he had never seen it before. "Look at those ears!" he mused. That settles it. This guy is definitely a nutter. At the same time though, I don't think he's really insane; just different. Well, maybe a bit more different and verging on strange….but still.

I've always had these impressions about people ever since I was little. Usually I'm right about these things. The Guy sounds like a nutter, but he gives off this impression, this air that he knows exactly what he's talking about, and I can't help but notice this lingering darkness. I can see it in his eyes. This crushing sadness, like he's lost someone; many someone's even.

"Who did you lose?" I blurt out to him. Oops. I wasn't going to ask, but it just kind of came out… He looks at me shocked.

"What did you say?" Maybe he didn't hear me. Probably better that he didn't hear me.

"Never mind, sorry. It's not important." I reply, but he keeps looking at me with an intense searching look. He spins around the moment he hears this skittering noise. He starts looking around for its source.

"Do you have a cat?" He calls as he starts to peer over the back of the sofa.

"Not the last time I checked…" Literally seconds after I say that, he leaps back with something on his face. It's a …hand? A plastic hand. What is that even doing in our apartment? He looks like he's actually struggling with it. I turn around to see Ruby muttering something about men and plastic hands. She walked over into the room, and when she got close enough, the hand literally jumped off of Guy. The hand flew onto Ruby's face, and grabbed on. She starts grabbing at it and her face is turning red. I'm on the other side of the room, but I'm rushing over to help. Guy reaches her fist since he was closer in the first place and begins to grapple with the hand. He managed to yank it off her face, and the hand is moving! It's squirming and moving and snatching at the air. Guy whips out his silver device thing, points it at the hand while pressing some button on the silver device making it buzz, and the hand goes limp.

He takes a second, then looks at his silver device. There's a manic grin on his face and he races to the front door shouting, "I've got the main signal! It's faint, but I got it!"

"Wait!" I shout after him. He pauses for a second, and turns around to look at me. "Who are you?"

With his widest grin yet, he says, "Hullo. I'm the Doctor." And he races out the door and down the nearest stairs. Ruby, chasing after him, calls back to me.

"Stay at home Rose! I'll be back later. Just let Mum know I went out ok?" I nod, closing the door behind her. Laughing at the crazy turn of events this morning, I walk past the mess in our living room, and go back to my room. What day. Get this; it's only 11 o'clock in the morning.