"The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now"

Knock. Knock. Knock

"Come in! Have a seat!" Maya called out as she turned down the music, it was playing quietly in the background. "My universe will never be the same/ I'm glad you came/ I'm glad you came"

The Doctor entered her room and sat on a comfy chair. He gave her a teasing look. "Enjoying yourself?"

"I'm really liking the Tardis's musical library. Better than iTunes."

The Doctor nodded impressivly. "See you didn't waste any time raiding the waradrobe either."

Maya rolled her eyes. She had traded away that black and white flapper ensemble for an outfit entirely her, because she built it from anything she found interesting in that very large closet. The patent leather t-strap heels were replaced by dark brown mid-calf scrunch boots. Tucked into her boots were off-white fitted trousers being held up with a plain light brown belt.

On top, she wore a pale blue three-quarter sleeve cotton camp shirt. Over that was a dark brown, almost black tweed waistcoat. She wasn't without accessories, either. Around her wrists were identical brown faux leather bracelets with a silver charm facing up and a faux leather cord with a small, green teething pendant hanging from her neck. Off to the side was a characoal black and dark gray mid-thigh jacket that looked like it was from Russia in the late 19th century. Maybe it was.

"I'm not much of a dress girl," Maya finally said. "Had to fight tooth and claw with a gremlin for this waistcoat though. It wasn't his color, really." She smiled at that. So did he.

"You ready?" and he didn't have to say for what.

She jumped up excitedly. "Which did you end up picking, the Great Towers of the Singing Chibis or riding brachiosaurus in the Mesozoic Era?" He raised an eyebrow

"I heard you debating about it for a brief moment," she added before he could say something about why she was probing his mind.

"Neither." He seemed rather smug when he said that. He could still out smart a psychic.

That caught her off guard. "Well then, where slash when are we going?"

"Somewhere I think you'll really like. You might want to grab your coat." He stood up and made his way out the door. As she grabbed her coat, she ran over to turn off the music. "You cast a spell on me, spell on me/ You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me."

Quickly running out to catch up with him in the hall, Maya began the game where she asks a lot of questions. "Now that I've had some time to think about the whole thing, do you mind if I get some answers?"

"Only if I get interesting questions," the Doctor answered without turning around; his voice echoing throughout the Tardis control room.

"This is going to sound stupid, but how did you know things were wrong in the speakeasy?" Maya bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't look back at her face.

The Doctor immediately walked down a flight of stairs that led under the console, below the glass floor. "On the interesting scale, that's an eight. She got her facts wrong. Daisy Rill sounded like she was from east Mississippi, even named a city from that area. But Boyle, Mississippi won't exist for, what? 30 odd years, give or take." He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair goggles straight out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

"You can't pull the wool over my eyes, Maya. I know everything. An advantage of time travel," he said as he fixed them over his eyes. However, they were so big, they actually covered his eyebrows.

"I hear you!" she called out, thankful he was on a different level; this way he couldn't see her stifle a laugh.

After a few moments of fighting snickers, the Doctor spoke up. "That the only one?" He started connecting wires.

A few breaths in to calm herself, Maya finally asked, "What was Daisy? And what was with her whole 'revenge will be mine! MWAH-HA-HA!'- thing? I'm not getting any vibes from that." She slowly made her way over to the stairs and made her way down to join him on his level. That way they could have a conversation without shouting.

"Sparknotes?" the Doctor asked in a muffled voice from below. Maya made a confirmation noise, but noticed that his body language throught the floor and that he didn't really want to tell the story. Must be a nineteen on the interesting scale.

"Her family was going to, well, destroy the world. I don't kill Maya. I look for peaceful solutions. I stopped them, but she became trapped in a pocket dimension, separate from time and space, she watched her family die because they were on the other side of the dimension. I didn't know she was trapped in there and somehow, she broke free."

"Did you reinforce the seals this time?" The Doctor had left Daisy, was that even her name? She wasn't from Earth. But then again neither was Maya. They'd left her alone with only her childlike computer to keep her company until her death, just as it was before they had interfered.

Maybe there are some times when it would be more merciful for the Doctor to let people die.

"Yes," the Doctor sighed. Was he actually agreeing with a passing thought that she dismissed the moment it entered her mind? He was over a thousand years old, a lot of time to think. No, he was probably answering the question she had asked out loud.

Time to change the subject; she didn't want to depress everything. "So no dinosaurs?" Maya asked in mock whining. She leaned against the railing for support she didn't need. "I was watching Jurassic Park on something called Blu Ray to prepare."

"I'm going to have to ask for a raincheck," the Doctor said with strain in his voice as he lifted a heavy. He installed something to the engine, but it caused a huge spark to go off in his face. Lucky for him he had his really cool steampuck goggles on or his eyebrows would have been fried.

Maya laughed lovingly at that as she sat on the steps next to the Tardis's underside.

She got serious for a moment. "It's just, I know I did basically say dealers choice here, but would it be okay if I had a vote every once and a while?"

The Doctor pushed his funky eyewear up, making his hair stick out even more than it usually does. If he stuck his tongue out, him and Einstein would've looked exactly alike. He looked her in the eyes, getting serious himself.

"This next trip is a surprise just for you," seriousness gone. He pulled the goggles back down, picked up and activated a blowtorch, creating fire. "You're gonna LOVE where we go."

He started using the blowtorch on a dull orange device. Maya looked both concerened and amused. She stood up and started walking back up to the console. "Whatever you say, hopefully there aren't any people like that Al Kay-pone guy where we're going," she said with a pondering look.

That made the Doctor look up. His blowtorch went out. "Capone," he whispered, then turned to look at her.

"Al Kah-pone?" he asked out loud.

"Yeah, that's how he said it, how'd you know that?" The Doctor looked at her for a minute, then reactivated his blowtorch, now working on some wires.

"Doctor?"

"Oh, it's nothing Maya. Trust me." He blew out the torch, reconnected two wires, without the scotch tape and closed a panel.

He turned to look at her and although he was wearing completely blackened goggles that covered even his eyebrows, she swore they were doing their trademark cocky eyebrow dance. "I'm a doctor."

"Coordinence set. Okay!" He clapped his hands loudly. He pressed a few more buttons. "Batteries to power."

"Turbines to speed," Maya interjected excitedly. She grinned like an idiot at that. "I couldn't resist."

His hand on the final lever. The Doctor turned to her and took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Wherever they were going, it had to be good. She bit her bottom lip, then released it, nodding with confidence.

Creak! went the lever and they held on tight so not to fall on the ground by the force. "Geronimo!"

They landed. Maya didn't run to the door this time. This time was different; she could feel it was different. This trip was going to be different.

"It'll be okay," the Doctor said in a voice that was as calm and soothing as chamomile tea. Better than thearpy. No charge. And you can travel throughout time and space.

But she was hesistant. The Doctor opened the door first and stepped out into a light. Not bright, but beautiful. After a few seconds, she walked out and saw it. Even though she had never been before, she recognized it. Not from some distant dream, just a feeling, a vibe she had learned to trust. But how were they here?

Maybe the Doctor was hiding some minding reading powers or he just knew she would ask this question after what he'd told her because he answered her question.

"This is the real planet. We're on the real moon and these are the real Voyance."

People who looked just like her but she knew they weren't human. Maya looked at them and felt one word; 'home'. Trying not to cry, she confronted him in her mind because she didn't trust her voice not to break.

But you said that-

"I know what I said," he answered out loud. "This isn't like in Chicago. We can't interact with them in anyway."

As if the young man walking toward her was trying to reiterate the Doctor's words, he walked right through her, then the Doctor, then the Tardis. He passed through her like he was a ghost. Or she was.

"I said the Tardis was, is and always will be locked out from this time and place, and that is true but I found a loophole. By putting her in Spema Mode and reorganizing the binary circuits in the Alpha nodes, we can bypass that lock and observe. Like when we saw those Charlie Chaplin shorts. We cannot ineract with them in anyway. We can't talk to them, touch them, even send them messages physically. And no, we can't warn them. What you're seeing and hearing is something like a shadow or a reflection; a memory and since we were not part of the original, we can not change it."

"Why?"

"Being the last of your species and not know anything about their culture; would be torture. If you were to die, this whole culture dies. Seeing all this is better then reading about it in the Tardis's files."

She turned to him. Even though she would have sounded stronger in her mind, Maya wanted to say the words, feel the vibration of her vocal chords, here the bones in her ears rattle; she almost wanted her voice to crack. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

AN- Thank you so much guys for reading! Seriously, you are all awesome and you really did help make the story better. Yes, it is sad that this story is over, but fret not, (that was fun to say) I'm not letting Maya and the Doctor get away that easily. Our sassy, psychic friend will return in a sequel. What's the title? . . . I'm still not sure, but I will let you guys know ASAP. Most likely candidate is Remember Me. Thanks guys and if you do have any ideas, let me know. Thank you so much again! Oh and please review!