A/N: Written at 4am. Next chapter will be longer with more substantial dialogue, a little something before the next big adventure, and will arrive sooner rather than later. And may or may not establish a few building blocks for future plot lines.


She likes these simple moments, standing out here with her mother watching the sun rise in the brisk morning air. It makes things feel normal for her, like there's nothing wrong with the world.

And there isn't.

Miranda swings the screen door shut behind her and takes a seat next to her mom, Marie, on the porch. A heavy backpack laden with textbooks and notebooks presses against her back, reminding her of what her day will consist of. Long hours of schoolwork and enduring people were ahead of her. It makes her wish the sun rise would last forever and she wouldn't have to leave the porch and take on the day.

"It's just another day," her mom comforts her. She was right. It was going to be just another day with nothing special or out of the ordinary happening. Normal. Miranda could live with that.

"Where's Dad?"

"Still inside getting ready for work."

"Ah."

The sun starts to take its place in the sky, the moon disappearing from view. A person approaches their house, waving at the pair sitting outside. An overwhelming feeling punches her in the gut. Miranda smiles but she knew it wasn't real. It was her patented upside frown. The feeling was familiar. She misses the person in front of her. But that couldn't be right. The person in front of her was her friend and she was right there. How could she miss her? Miranda dismisses the out of place feelings and stands up to join her friend on the short walk to the high school.

"Bye mom." Her dad makes an appearance, placing his bulletproof vest over his chest before waving at them. "Bye dad." A chorus of "have a nice day at school" rang out and the two friends were off. Before they entered the building, something caught Miranda's eye. A reflection in the glass doors stole her attention.

It was a blue box.

Disappearing as quickly as it appeared, the blue box hid behind clouds and her heart dropped. Turning back to go into the school, Miranda stops in her tracks at the sight inside. An unknown word passes through her mind. Kenopsia.The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet. The school was void of students. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. The familiar feeling from before comes and goes in waves, drowning her in their sorrow.

The blue box returns.

The wheezing echoes around her, growing louder and louder until the TARDIS appeared. A bright light blinds her when the doors fly open. A hand reaches out to her, beckoning for her to come closer. It was a sight she was waiting for her whole life.

"Come with me."

There was no doubt in her mind that it was the Doctor. It didn't matter which Doctor, all that mattered was that it was him. And he was asking her to come with him. Like something out of an impossible dream.

"No."

A different hand connects with her's. It belongs to a man in a long flowing coat. It was not a hand she had wanted to hold.

It was Captain Jack Harkness.

The TARDIS disappeared again. Jack led her away from the school and away from her home. No words were spoken between them. Only silence. The day had turned to night and the stars were their only source of light. She let go of his hand, turning away from him to face the night stars.

"Don't go."

Miranda was quick to respond.

"Don't go where?"

She turns back, only to find Jack was replaced with someone else.

It was the Doctor.

It wasn't a specific Doctor. Every time she blinks, he changes into a different version. It was still him. It did not matter to her which version it was, her brain still registered him as the Doctor and no one else. A serious man with big ears and a leather jacket grins at her, suspicion hidden in his blue eyes. A distant man with great hair and a pinstripe suit smiles at her, revealing nothing behind brown eyes. A sad man with a bowtie and a tweed jacket hugs her, familiarity and warmth etched inside his hazel eyes. A grumpy man with attack eyebrows and magician clothing holds her hand, unexplainable emotions whirling around in his dark eyes.

Miranda lets go of the Twelfth Doctor's hand, taking a slow step backwards into the side of a blue box. Twisting her head around to see the TARDIS, she swivels back to see the Doctor was gone.

She blinks.

The Doctor returns as his ninth incarnation, holding Rose Tyler's hand with no trace of the serious expression from before. They're walking towards her, towards the TARDIS, with no acknowledgment of her presence.

The image transforms.

The Tenth Doctor continues holding Rose's hand, no distant far-away look in his eyes, only adoration and happiness. Rose disappears and Martha takes her place who is soon joined by Donna. The Doctor and his friends make their way closer to her and the TARDIS until Martha leaves his side and Donna makes a left turn away from him. Rose is by his side for a moment and not a moment longer.

He changes.

The Eleventh Doctor holds the hands of Amelia Pond and eventually, Rory Williams. The sadness is no longer there and she can see the pure joy and excitement on his face. Amy and Rory come and go but River Song is there to keep him company on his way to the TARDIS. Eventually, Amy and Rory never come back and River Song has faded into a ghost. The Impossible Girl takes her place by the Doctor's side, holding his hand and never letting go. Even when the Eleventh Doctor changed into the Twelfth Doctor. The Doctor and Clara Oswald enter the TARDIS without a single glance her way and leave in a series of whirring and dust.

Throughout his entire journey, the Doctor was never really alone. He always had someone by his side. Never once did she appear. She was stuck on the sidelines as his timeline flew by. His life marched on, with or without her.

"Hold on."

He came back. Miranda holds his hand. They fall through a crack and travel through the time vortex. Somewhere along the way, their hands disconnected. She let go. There was no idea in her mind about where she was going to land.

Next stop; nowhere.

She landed. He was there. She woke up.

Miranda jolts up from the bed, sweat beading down her neck. Eyes wide at her new environment that she landed in a few hours ago, she flails off the bed and onto the floor. Heavy breathing filled the air. "Whoa." How could she be so quickly comfortable in a stranger's bed in a place she's unfamiliar with?

The question answered itself by the appearance of the man in her dream. Her dream that she was definitely going to have to spend a full day mulling and over thinking about. It was a completely ridiculous dream that played itself over and over again in the back of her tired mind. The man from her silly over-the-top dream smiles.

It was Captain Jack Harkness.