A/N: Hello, this is my new FanFiction. It has an OC named Willow from a universe much like ours but just in the future. Maybe around 2079 when they've stopped making Doctor Who episodes? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm gonna enjoy the Finale tonight! The Doctor, the Master, the Lone Cybermen and our Fam. I theorise however, that we might have Jo Martin's Doctor too and maybe even Jack too! Anyways, back to my story. A fellow who Ian like you and me. Just think about it... what would you do if you met the Doctor? Flip, freak, Fan girl or flipping throw yourself at the Doctor... LOL, I think I'd get super excited! But maybe a little scared too. Never the less... on with the show!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who as you can probably tell. If I did however, we'd have Rose back and it would be overloaded with flufffffffff! And Jodie/13 Doctor would get to be more joyful. And Jack would appear more often. And Yaz- yeah, you get where I'm going. I don't own DW!

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It was a dry yet cold and bitter evening in London and Friday was beginning to role to an end. Sat at her desk, the naturally blonde women slumped over her writing, clearly going through writer's block and was consequently doubting herself. Drifting out of her melancholy trance, Willow continued to pour over the annoying pages below her in an attempt to proceed writing them. However, her thoughts were cut short abruptly by a loud bleeping that seemed to be emitting from her phone. It was Flo. Picking the device up wearily, Willow put on her best cheerful and carefree voice as she greeted her good friend.

"Hello Flo."

Flo's returned 'Hey Willow!' came through the speaker followed by a 'How ya doin'. After exchanging current statuses and well-being, the two girls began planning their weekend. Willow and Flo both worked shifts at the café during the day and had evening jobs at the café's neighbouring restaurant. They shared a small flat with another girl called Rey who was a Nurse at the local hospital. Fortunately, they all had Sunday's off so that was their special get-together day in the week. Tonight, a Friday, Rey was probably assisting a patient on the second floor of the medical building in a full, noisy ward and Flo was probably hidden in the restaurant toilets to chat whilst escaping being a waitress for hungry customers. This thought made Willow smile but she realised that her flat mate would soon be back on shift and she should really be talking instead of reminiscing so she explained to her friend that she was taking a break from writing and was gonna go watch stuff on the TV.

Of course, by stuff, she namely meant her favourite show and, being one for sci-fi and all things old, that show was Doctor Who. Never mind the fact that it had died decades ago, Willow found it to be the most interesting, imaginative creation she had come across and she marvelled over how amazing the writers must have been. Smiling to herself, the young-female stood. Her long blonde hair tinted teal at the ends dropped to her hips softly. Clad in black shorts, grey sport-leggings and a mint leather-jacket, Willow settled down to watch an older episode of the show from 2006: Age of Steel. Her peachy lips quirked up and her tense shoulders relaxed. No matter what kind of day Willow had received, the Doctor's adventures cleared up the stray, split ends and created a blissful ignorance to her surrounding world. Shivering slightly, the beautiful women pulled a blanket on top of her, covering her short, grey crop-top as well as her long, grey leggings until her head was the only visible part of her body. She snuggled into the corner of the vintage sofa and enjoyed the last waking hour of her painfully long day before bed. Right before the end of the episode, Rey burst in and found her fellow flat-mate asleep on the sofa before the TV. She scoffed, Willow and her adventures against Metal-Men, always a loyal slave to the long forgotten Doctor. What was the name for that old, archived fan base... ahhh, yes. Right, they called themselves 'Whovians'. Well, they used to. She watched as the young, blonde companion wearing a barmaid's dress and apron walked through tears into the Blue Police Box that Willow referred to as the Tardis. The sweet, black boy Flo liked, called Mickey, was left their with Jake, Rey's favourite boy as of now. She watched the very end of the episode as a little down-time before turning in for bed, leaving her tall friend sprawled out across the sofa.

The cloister bell rang out, reverberating through the numerous twisting halls and rooms of the Tardis as Rose was flung to the floor beside her Doctor. She tried her best not to look smug but couldn't help but choke out three words,

"Told you so!"

As usual, the Doctor began his rambling denial which ended when Rose cut him off with a loud yawn. She sat up lazily and looked around, the blue box had been plunged into darkness just as it had done only a few journeys ago. She stood up and leant against the console still wearing a smirk. In frustration, her best friend was lying down on the grating, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl plastered over his usually joyful features. The blonde companion let out a bright, glowing giggle allowing herself the freedom of victory. As sweet as sugar was her loving laugh that flowed like a river of calm through all his pains. As bright as the twin suns were her eager eyes that darted about with a passionate curiosity constantly. As beautiful as Gallifrey was her tender tongue-in-teeth grin that made her soft smile so tantalising. As delicate as silk was her heavenly hair that looked like it were made of sparkling, liquid gold. Just listening to her snickering was enough to crack his grumpy façade and he too ended up laughing. However, the moment was short lived as the Doctor recalled what they were cracking up about and jumped up, running around the console room. After one final lap of the circular room, the alien came to a conclusion,

"I admit, I didn't really think you'd win this bet. As I said, travelling through universe SHOULD be impossible.."

Rose followed the pin-striped Time Lord as he circled the time rotor and eventually answered him,

"You should know! Nothin's impossible when it somewhat down to us!"

He beamed back at his time travelling friend,

"Rose Tyler. Always right, when have we not beaten the impossible?! Well, no use waiting around in a flat Tardis, is there?"

Again, a soft giggle rolled of her tongue as she bounced up to the Doctor.

"What?"

Playing innocent, the Doctor repeated his 'clueless' question,

"WHAT?!"

Sneakily, the smart blonde grabbed his long trench coat off the coral strut and ran off into a corridor in the dark machine. 'Oh well?' the 907 year old alien though to himself before diving into a different black hallway in search of his mischievous companion.

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Love y'all! See you in the next chapter!

~Kitty xoxo