A/N Okay DO NOT read this if you have not watched Doctor Who up through The Angels Take Manhattan/ the end of the first half of the 7th season, there is a horrible spoiler for whoever hasn't. Yes, I know it's the tenth Doctor, but you're just gonna have to find out by reading! :) Enjoy!

"Lovely place, really," The Doctor exclaimed, gazing around the spacious living room. The walls were covered in plain golden wallpaper, and the room was stocked with different types of plants, most of them unknown to muggles. There was a black leather sofa near the back wall, a bookcase opposite it overflowing with various spellbooks and papers, and a small wooden coffee table squatting comfortably near the sofa.

Skern motioned to the sofa, "Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable whilst I make some tea?" Hermione and the Doctor sat down and waited in silence until Skern returned a few minutes later with the refreshments, which he set down along with three little china cups onto coasters that were waiting on the coffee table. He pulled a chair from under the dining room table and positioned it across from his guests, sitting down as he asked, "So, how may I help you?

"Well you see sir," Hermione replied, "we were about to ask you the same thing. We heard about what happened with the time turner."

Skern looked at her with confusion. "But that's impossible! Howcould you have heard about that?"

Hermione explained herself as she had done for the Doctor, saying how she was from Skern's original time period. After she had explained herself, Skern pushed himself out of his chair and, without a word, walked to his cluttered bookshelf. He fingered the books on the shelf and once he had found the correct one, he tugged it away, sending a few papers flying. He flipped it open in front of the two guests, revealing the deep hole in the pages. Reaching into this crevasse, he caught hold of something and pulled forth a beautiful golden chain which hoisted a little hourglass. The Doctor received this and immediately scanned it with his sonic. He was disappointed with the results.

"Nothing at all. Not even the slightest signal."

Hermione offered, "Maybe we can start with some basic questions first, hm?" The two men nodded in agreement. "Alright then. First things first, why did you want to go back in time?"

"I was teaching my nephew about time turners." The wizard smiled as he remembered the eagerness that was plastered on the ten year-old's face whenever he had the opportunity to learn more about magic. "I had taken him out for a quick demonstration. My plan was to go back in time half an hour, hide before the 'other' me got there, and come back out when the past me had disappeared."

"But that didn't go as planned," the Doctor confirmed sympathetically.

"No." Skern dipped his head. "When I was traveling back in time, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't see what was going on around me. It was so fast, I felt like I was at the center of a tornado." Skern looked up at the two who were listening intently. "When I arrived at my destination, everything was new. The gravestones, the gate, the benches; all were as new as if they had been placed there mere days before my arrival." Then he added, "Which is actually quite possible."

"What did you do then?" asked Hermione.

"I met another wizard who helped me and brought me to the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes! The Ministry of Magic, quite right!" The Doctor interjected, happy to know about this particular bit of the wizards' secret world.

Hermione cracked a small smile and told Skern to please continue.

"When I arrived at the office of Mr. Ballor, who was working in the department of Magical Accidents, I told him my situation and he ordered me another time turner, compliments of the Ministry. An owl brought it to me quickly, and I turned it as much as necessary to get back to my own time, give or take a few hours."

"But something went wrong," Hermione said, frowning.

"That is correct. The thing started working, then broke. I have tried everything from potions to spells with the help of my friends, but nothing seemed to work on me."

"That's strange," Hermione noted.

"It is indeed. I cannot figure out why this is happening, and as long as the answer evades me, the longer I will be here."

The Doctor thought for a moment, then asked Hermione if it was normal for wizards to get into messes like this.

Before she could reply, Skern jokingly asked,"Wouldn't you know that?"

Hermione answered for him by admitting, "He's...not a wizard."

The look on Skern's face at that moment was priceless. The timelord explained about himself, answering most of the wizard's and witch's questions. Skern quickly grew intrigued as the Doctor began to tell some parts of his adventures on other worlds and at different moments in history. Hermione, who had not yet heard these tales, listened just as intently as Skern as the timelord rambled on and on.

"...and then, the leader of the Sycorax cut off my hand, but because it was less than twenty four hours since I had last regenerated, it grew back within a few seconds. The best part was that it was a fightin' hand."

"Oh, him. I sent him and his people back." His expression grew dark as he remembered what happened next. When he realized that his audience was waiting to hear more, he sat up and smiled. "Well, that should probably be enough for today."

The wizard glanced at his watch, yawning. "Dear me, it's past nine already?"

The three eventually decided on the sleeping arrangements in which the Doctor slept in his room in the TARDIS, Hermione would sleep in one of the countless guest bedrooms in it also, and Skern would sleep in his regular bedroom. Each of them fell asleep as soon as their head hit the pillow.

"Hermione?" The Doctor knocked on the door to her bedroom at 9:30 the next morning.

"I'm up, I'm coming," replied a muffled voice.

The Doctor, Hermione, and Skern got ready quickly and had a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast before moving on to the mission. At around 10:30, they had sat down in their previous positions in the living room and were once again sipping tea and coffee.

Hermione started the interrogation once again. "Who gave you the time turner?"

"I found it accidentally."

"Where?"

"The graveyard where I used the thing."

"Of course. Let me get my things." Skern quickly sat up out of the chair and disappeared into another room.

The Doctor turned to Hermione and held out a small, plain key in between his fingers. "Would you go ahead and unlock the TARDIS?"

"Alright," she replied, accepting the key. She strode out the door, closing it softly behind her. She started to walk towards the blue police box situated at the end of the lawn, but stopped short. An elderly couple was gazing at the box. With...sadness? Was that what it was? Taking a deep breath, Hermione slowly walked across the lawn towards them. By the time she had gotten within a few feet of them, they had not taken notice of her, but were quietly talking. Hermione cleared her throat and they turned.

Hermione politely and, she hoped, innocently asked, "May I help you?"

The woman right away said, "Have you seen a tallish man around wearing a bowtie and a tweed jacket?"

Hermione shook her head no, for she had honestly not seen anyone with a bowtie recently. She was pretty surprised that they hadn't asked about the Doctor.

The man and the woman both looked disappointed, but the man spoke up and said, "What about the TAR- I mean, this police box? Has anyone come out of it? He's our good friend and we haven't seen him in years." Hermione must have slipped up a bit in her poker face when she heard the man almost mention the TARDIS because the woman smiled excitedly.

"Well, where is he?"

"Please," the man said.

"Umm...okay, but first, may I ask who you are?"

The man and woman smiled, and the woman replied by saying, "We are the Ponds."

A/N Yah, so there's the fourth chapter. Sorry it's kind of a cliff-hanger, but I'm gonna try to type up the next chapter by friday. Also, my friend roserycus and I have just started a new Hetalia fanfiction called Multiple Personality Disorder. (Trust me, you'll know why it's called that soon!) Ehh, don't look at me like that! The name makes sense!

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