A/N: I've changed her name to Griselda Vrone, Gris (Griz) for short. If you are the first person to figure out what her name is an anagram of, I'll give you a guest appearance! Please only message me your guess as to not ruin the surprise. Also - Vermorvet is, to my knowledge, a made-up alien race. There will be appearances of known Whoniverse aliens, but I wanted to make something up for their first adventure.

Thanks to Something dictionary related and Windfee01 for following this story!

And go we did.

I carried a wallet, not a purse, which was tucked still in my deep jacket pocket. I took public transportation and lived by myself.

It was the perfect opportunity for me to disappear. I had a decent sized savings, but I didn't think my money would be good for many of the places we would go. But it was okay.

We were on the hunt for our missing book worm (how accurate this description was, I had no idea at the time) friend.

The Doctor ejected us from Earth's atmosphere and we floated about in the stars as the TARDIS worked her magic. The Doctor took my hand and led me to the doors. Gently he pushed them open and I gasped. I couldn't help myself.

The sight of the Earth in a sea of stars, from a distance that few had witnessed in person, brought tears to my eyes.

"If I die today," I said, not able to look away from the vision in front of me, "I will be okay with that."

"Hardly," he replied, sounding somber. "There is so much more to see, Gris. I can show you worlds you've never dreamed of, introduce you to people – alien races – that don't exist yet, in your time."

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"I don't think I'm ever going to leave."

He looked sad for a long moment before I reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned, frowning a little. Just a little. "They all say that."

"And I'm sure they all mean it. But Doctor?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't break promises."

The TARDIS didn't take much longer, just enough time for the Doctor to make us some tea.

There was a rotating screen popping off of somewhere that the Doctor moved over to. I followed him over, sipping my Doctored (haha) tea as he investigated the pictures before us.

I had taken some physics in college – honestly, I had taken a little bit of everything – and kind of understood what was going on. I reached passed him and with my index finger extended.

"That?" I asked, pointing to a spot on the line where I thought the ship had been attacked.

He took my hand and slid it over a little, "The engines would have kept ot up just a little longer, so it happened moments before the descent began."

Hadn't accounted for the engines. Why would I? I lowered my hand and sipped my tea.

"So what kind of aliens hunt other aliens?"

"A lot, unfortunately. Although I can't tell if this was planned or spur of the moment."

"So it could be a bounty hunter or a pirate?"

"Yes," he grinned and picked his tea up from the console.

"That sounds dangerous," I smiled widely and he mirrored my look. "So how do we find her?"

"Well," he stretched the word again, pushing his jacket aside and sliding his hands into his pockets while he rocked forward on the balls of his feet and back again. "We go to the site of the incursion and hope the guilty party left something behind."

"Like a tissue?"

"More like an atmospheric imprint," he corrected. "But it'll be about as effective. If there's anything to find, we might be able to figure out what kind of ship it was."

So we shifted our position and waited for the TARDIS to pick up on whatever evidence it could find. In the meantime, the Doctor regailed me with a tale of an alien bounty hunter that had been after him.

He didn't seem lie he was nine hundred years old. But two hearts.

"And then," he continued his story, "I pointed the screw driver at him and he just sort of…stopped."

I laughed at his story, amazing and amused at the brashness and bravery of this incredible man. I'd faced down a spider or two, but nothing particularly death-defying.

There was a strange alarm like ding and the Doctor jerked away from the spot we occupied by the control panel to another location, tugging the TV screen over and inspecting it.

"This isn't good," he started, frowning as he pulled the screen closer.

"What isn't good?"

"This ship. It's a scavenger ship."

"Why didn't they take her ship, then?"

"Not that kind of scavenger. More like…abduction."

"You mean they kidnapped our girl?"

He looked at me for half a beat before he frowned. "Yes. And there are only so many reasons that would happen."

"What are they?"

"Well, Gris, our friend is either very important or very unfortunate."

"Abducted for ransom," I added, gleaning his meaning, "or what?"

"She's a female. And as a Vermorvet, not only does she have an exceptional mind, she has both telepathic and telekinetic abilities and she is able to…mate with virtually any race."

I blinked at him, letting the words sink in. "You mean…they might have abducted her to…to…breed?"

He nodded, frowning deeply.

"We have to save her," I responded resolutely, not seeing any way around it.

He paused for a second, staring at the screen. He seemed to be thinking before he turned to look at me and reached out, setting a hand on my shoulder. "We will."