A/N : This chapter will be in the Pond's and The Doctor's POV and the next chapter will be in Team Free Will's POV. This is my first fic and I'd appreciate it if I got feedback- Am I pacing it too fast or if my grammar is awful.

Disclaimer: I own nothing... sadly

The Doctor, Amy and Rory were all held at gunpoint, their lives depended on the few choice they would say. They needed to be calm and reasonable. So of course the Doctor had to step in and do the exact opposite.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor," He said, full of confidence. The guys with the guns still didn't waver.

"Someone sent me a message; I'm guessing by your warm welcome that it wasn't you." The Doctor reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the psychic paper, showing to the men.

"Here, see I'm the Doctor, abandoned warehouse specialist, these are my associates, Amy and Rory Pond. The ginger is Amy the dashing young man next to her is Rory. He's a Roman." Amy silently cursed the Time Lord, half the time she wishes she could stuff that bow tie in his mouth.

The three men all looked confused. The guy who threatened to shoot then looked furious. "Do we look like idiots to you?" He sounded American, Amy thought. And he was quite handsome, cropped blonde hair with green eyes.

Well..., The Doctor thought, compared to him even Dr. Seuss was an idiot.

"The paper's blank." The angry American said. There's nothing on it. The asshole that made your fake I.D really screwed you over."

The Doctor looked at the psychic paper. The man was right. The Doctor's pride was wounded but he didn't care, he was still wondering why the psychic paper didn't work. They could have got psychic training, able to detect the device for what it really was...Or maybe it just short circuited.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.

"My name is Sam," Said the ridiculously tall man. He had calm demeanour and he gestured to the angry guy in the leather jacket. "He's Dean, my brother," He then pointed to the dark-haired man in a tan trench coat. He seemed as if he was day-dreaming, looking at the wall but his eyes piercing blue eyes seemed focused. "And that's Cas. Someone stole my brother's car, and we were led here and the car is nowhere in sight, we've been looking around and there's no sign of it. When you ... appeared, we thought you might -"

"You thought we might have stolen it. Or knew where it went." The Doctor concluded. Sam seemed reserved unlike his brother. In fact they seemed and looked like polar opposites apart from their hazel coloured eyes.

"What is that? That blue box? Did you guy's teleport here?" Dean asked.

"No!" The Doctor seemed horrified. Comparing his TARDIS to a teleport? This man was truly an idiot.

"It's his ... spaceship. We kind of travelled here." Amy said. She decided to step in as The Doctor seemed too appalled to talk, probably still upset from the whole teleport ordeal.

"You mean like Star Trek? 'Beam me up, Scotty' type of deal? "Dean looked incredulous.

"Kind of. It's pretty cool actually." Rory replied. Great, Amy thought, Rory's a Trekkie and he probably won't stop going on about it.

"You're serious?" Dean said, unconvinced. "I was joking, aliens and Spock don't exist."

The Doctor snapped out of his mind-rant and looked up. Sam and Dean both looked at the time travellers like they were crazy. Maybe they were. Cas was peering attentively at their surroundings, oblivious to their conversation.

"Where are we?" The Doctor asked Dean.

" A warehouse." He said as if The Doctor was an idiot.

"Yeah, we've established that. What country? And what year?"

"America! You moron. Its 2011." Now Dean just looked worried.

2011? The Doctor thought. Everyone knows about aliens now, an encounter every other day. Unless...

"Daleks." He said. No spark of recognition in the American's eyes, only confusion. So they don't know. They don't know about aliens at all. Everyone from this world knows about Daleks and Cybermen. Unless they weren't in their world,, that could explain why psychic paper doesn't work- because it shouldn't work.

"What? Doctor are there Daleks here?" Amy asked, she knew of the Daleks and because they terrified the Doctor, they terrified her.

"Amy, Rory, we're going now!" The Doctor turned around and headed for the TARDIS. The pond's followed both scared and confused.

"No you're not!" Dean shouted. The sound of guns cocking stopped them from approaching their time machine.

The Doctor and the Pond's all turned around.

"Sam, Dean, Cas," The Doctor said, calmed. "I'm begging you please let us go. Every second we're here, we are in danger. Not just for us but for everyone." You could hear the plea in every word, desperation heavy in his voice. "I'm truly sorry about your car, but please, please let us go."

Dean looked at The Doctor, something softened in his eyes, and he lowered his gun.

"Fine. And I don't wanna see your ass back here again."

"Doctor, where are we? Why do we have to leave?" Rory asked, frustrated at having no idea what was going on.

"Amy, Rory, have you heard of parallel worlds? "

"Yeah, mirror verse, like in Star Trek. What?" Amy asked embarrassed, looking at Rory's proud expression.

"Well, we're in one," The Doctor stated. "And for all we know every second we're here we could be burning up the sun. And I don't know if we could even get back to our world, so we have to go to the TARDIS now! "

The reality of the situation dawned on the Pond's. All three of them turned on their heel and headed for the time machine. They stopped dead in their tracks. The TARDIS was gone.