Tada! Another chapter from the lovely and glorious me. Now, we're not quite there yet, but I do have a warning for you wonderful readers (And by that I mean nobody because who am I kidding nobody reads this crap). I just wanted to let you all know that this story is going to get hella confusing. I'd be happy to answer any imaginary PMs, but I will also be trying my best to make the story seem logical enough to stand by itself. And when I say confusing, I mean changing the viewpoints of both Clara and the Doctor, and then Gwen. Next chapter I want to go back and focus on the second time the Doctor and Clara met Gwen. And man. I'm going to have to make a timeline to keep everything in track. But now, I actually have a goal for how I want this story to end! So, I honest to God doubt that I'm going to abandon this story. So yay! Now, for this chapter, I still have yet to purchase the copyright and therefore don't own neither Doctor Who nor The Precious Gems (Stones) Trilogy. Or pterodactyls. Yet.

Gwen fell onto the hard ground. She had squeezed her eyes shut, both from pain and nervousness. She didn't really want to know where she was, although she had a sinking suspicion about not being in either the past or the present.

Eventually, she did muster enough courage to crack open her eyes. And then, she saw nobody. That was the real surprise to her. The buildings around her definitely were different-newer. But, after traveling to the future, she would at least expect to see one alien or at least maybe some hover-boarding teenagers. But no, there was absolutely nobody in sight. Well, scratch that. If she squinted hard enough, she could see somebody walking in the distance.

She propped herself up, using the wall beside her for support. That was, indeed, a mistake. An array of lights appeared on the building. If she thought about it, it resembled the home screen on her phone, if only by the smallest bit. At the top it read "Unknown user. 26 06 2244, 15:38." She didn't dare move. How could she? This had never happened before. They couldn't travel into the future, not when it hadn't happened yet. This was impossible, she shouldn't be here.

She jumped when there was a sudden loud noise. But she knew that noise. She'd heard it only about ten minutes ago. She felt the relief swell through her body. They would save her, they'd have to.

The bright blue box materialized before her eyes. Once it was solid, and the noise had stopped, the doors squeaked open. The Doctor stumbled out, looking quite disheveled. Then came Clara, with small, white feathers embedded in her messy hair. They looked around for a second before their eyes caught her.

The Doctor opened his arms, happy to see her. Her pulled her into a quick embrace before releasing her again. "There she is, our little Gweny. You look younger, how many times have you seen us?"

She became absolutely stiff, and held up a single finger in response. She didn't want to be anxious or freaked out, but she felt those emotions show on her face.

The Doctor's expression also changed into that of understanding. "So this is your first time being in the future, eh? Must be hard to believe." He said, putting a single hand on her shoulder. He steered her towards the TARDIS. "Come along, yeah?"

She obliged, and Clara helped her inside. The TARDIS hummed in greeting. She couldn't help but notice that things looked different, but she just couldn't place her finger on it. Lost in her thoughts, she made it to one of the seats, and sat down graciously.

She took a deep breath, and then sunk into the chair fully. Her body was still shaking, but she felt much more comfortable. Stuck in the future certainly would have been strange. Of course, she would have to have come back at some point, being a time traveler and all. And now that she thought about it, she could have just stolen the chronograph. Certainly it still existed, as it didn't really have a need to be destroyed. She could have easily done that. However, the panic of the moment weighed down her decisions and didn't let her even have the chance to think.

Clara finally approached her, pulling a hair brush through her hair and removing the stray feathers. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. Slow, at first, but then confidently. "Yes, just a scare,"

Clara laughed lightly. "I can imagine. All your life you've been going to to past, and for the first time in your life, you can look ahead."

Gwen smiled in agreement. "So what happened? How'd you get there this time?"

Gwen paused. This time? "I traveled back a certain amount of years. When you guys took me back, I traveled forward again, because my body must have still thought I was in the past." She stopped for a second, thinking. "How many times have you seen me before?"

Clara thought. "I don't know. About ten times maybe?"

Gwen sunk back in her chair. This wasn't over? "Could you guys just take me back home again?"

The Doctor finally approached her, after doing God knows what. "Already wanting to leave us?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes. I'm just really confused, tired, and my leg still really hurts."

The Doctor's eyes shot to her leg. He turned around to the console, dug around, and then threw something at her. Miraculously, she caught it. "Apply that twice a day. Once in the morning, and once before you go to bed."

"Thank you," Was all she managed to squeak out. She looked down into her hands to see whatever she caught. It looked simple enough, almost like a tube of lotion. But it was in some kind of foreign language.

"You won't be able to translate it, it's from another planet. Yet, I've found that it works great for healing humans."

She looked up, confused. "What's it meant for on that planet?"

"If I remember right, I think it was some kind of toothpaste. Their teeth are sharp, but they sure are fragile." The Doctor looked off into the distance, as if he was remembering some kind of memory. "But enough of that, you just want to go home, don't you?"

She nodded furiously, then closed her eyes and waited for everything to go. She'd just had to deal with this same thing ten minutes ago, yet here she was again. Honestly, it was quite annoying to her. The feeling of the machine moving made her feel sick. However, she couldn't shake a warm feeling that she got every time she entered it. She clung to her seat, knuckles undoubtedly turning white from the extreme pressure she was exerting on them. Then, just like a roller-coaster taking off, everything about the machine seemed to unbuckle from its hold, and then move into the unknown. Her ears tried to tune out the sound of whatever was outside the door.

Clara's eyes moved to study Gwen. She seemed extremely uncomfortable, while Clara felt relatively normal. She figured that perhaps this different form of time travel was even more strange to her, as weird as that seemed. Gwen had been introduced to time travel in a certain way, having been told that her way of time traveling was the only way. Now, another thing had come along and told her that everything she knew about things that were impossible, were even more impossible and hard to understand. She presumed that the Doctor was probably feeling the same. Only, he'd probably be excited. He loved to learn new things, as dangerous and scary as they may be. She also considered the possibility that Gwen could sense the TARDIS more than either her or the Doctor could. It could have been more like a sixth sense. She tried to disregard her curiosity, as after knowing Gwen for some time now, she knew that she was very protective of herself.

Gwen felt the TARDIS touch ground again, and impossibly gripped her seat even harder. However, once it all seemed to stop, her hands uncurled and her face showed at least the smallest hint of relief. Clara gently placed her hand on Gwen's shoulder, and she didn't seem surprised and didn't shake it away. Gwen noticed how comfortable she seemed to be with the two now, but Clara didn't seem fazed by her behavior. She gently stood up, and Clara's hand slid off of her shoulder. She made a slow move for the door, but then turned around about halfway there.

"Thank you guys so much. I'm sorry for the trouble I've probably caused you." Gwen apologized. Clara and the Doctor looked at each other. There was something hidden behind those looks.

"I promise you, you've done way more for us than you can even imagine" the Doctor said. He seemed generally happy, but she could see the darkness pulling at him. She felt her stomach drop. She wasn't sure what exactly, but she knew that that look had something to do with her future.

She tried smiling nonetheless. "Well, I'm just happy to be in the right year. This is the right year, isn't it?"

"2014, London. I remember from the first time we dropped you off," He answered correctly.

She slightly tilted her head. "You can remember that? It was about ten minutes ago for me, but how long has it been for you two?"

Clara put her finger to her chin in thought. "About a year?"

The Doctor nodded in agreement. "I have a really good memory. But besides that, you are aware that Clara lived in the year 2014 for quite some time, yes?"

Gwen's cheeks flushed. Of course, Clara was her teacher. She had to spend a lot of time in 2014. "Yes, of course. Yep. No doubt. I remember that" She said, attempting and failing miserably to cover her flub.

The two companions laughed. Gwen couldn't help but smile. "Again, thank you so much," She finally fished off and waved before exiting the TARDIS.

She froze as she stepped out. The air picked up her hair, and a metallic ringing sound reverberated through the air, both signaling the exit of the TARDIS.

She stood outside of her house, confused. They knew where she lived? How much did these two know about her?