*Author's Note* This is my first time writing for the Whoniverse so any feedback would be much appreciated. I only own my characters and my plot. I hope everyone enjoys.

Chapter 1- Abandoned

When people mention how unexpected situations can happen in the blink of an eye, believe them. Time may go by normally, but the feel of it can either drag you down or throw you as far and as fast as it can. I should know, because I lost my home, my family, and my friends in what certainly felt like no time at all, but probably took a good amount of hours. How I lost them was not normal and completely unexpected. Looking back on the situation, I now realize that, at the time, if I hadn't felt so abandoned, so lost and in need of someone to hear me, then I probably would have never met the Doctor. But he comes later, and the bits that get me to him start off with a tiny adventure of my own.

Two friends of mine and I were out hiking, with a small amount of protest from me at first because I had dressed for an art gallery, only to be met with a spontaneous change of plans and no time to go home and change. I fidgeted with my Van Gogh necklace and grumbled half-heartedly again about how it was not appropriate to hike in a dress. Matthew, whose brilliant idea it was to do this, shrugged and mentioned "at least the view is nice." Of course he only met it jokingly, but before I could fully grasp that he meant me, his boyfriend, Damien, slapped his arm. Damien was my best friend before he met Matthew, and when I was first introduced to him, I was unsure about how good he was for Damien because Matthew was such a flirt. Damien and I both agreed that it was an "anything that breathes" for Matthew, but we both knew that he truly cared for Damien and that made him okay in my book. The three of us had only grown stronger as friends since the two of them started dating months ago and there was hopefully no going back.

I did feel like a third wheel sometimes, but I could tell they genuinely enjoyed spending time with me, and the feeling was mutual. My parents joked one time about us being like the golden trio, and we agreed. Our communication skills, however, were not up to par. So, when Matthew read on Twitter about a new cave finding near the trail the three of us frequent, an hour before our scheduled plans at the art gallery, he changed the plans without thinking to call or text me about it. When I got in the back of their car, decked out in a paint-splatter dress, I had been expecting to see the boys in the suits they had promised to wear, only to notice them dressed in hiking gear instead. I let out a small "um," and I heard Damien mutter "I knew we had forgotten something," but Matthew was already driving away and chattering on about how excited he was about the cave. I had only stopped complaining halfway there because it hadn't bothered me that much and because Matthew had reassured me that the cave was only a few minutes away from the middle of the trail we usually take, which wasn't long to begin with.

Unfortunately, the closer we got to the cave, the more unease I felt. At first, I had been almost as excited as Matthew, but the excitement was soon replaced by dread. Thinking on it, I realize that I should have listened to my gut intuition, but my curiosity go the best of me, just as it always has and always will. The point of no return came when after the three of us stood in front of the dark cave entrance, and then proceeded to enter after Damien saw a strange blue glow appear out of nowhere. Matthew gave us a psychotic grin and raced into the cave and toward the blue light, Damien following after him and me after Damien. The closer we got to the blue light, the more it surrounded us and made my skin feel all static-like and buzzed all over. The feeling was similar to when a limb falls asleep, but without the numbness. When the light started to get too bright, it was suddenly gone, the buzzing as well, and it was replaced by a hanging light in the middle of what looked like an interrogation room, mirror and metal table and everything. The only thing missing was a door, our way out, and possibly my sanity because when we turned around were met by solid wall, not a cave or the weird blue light that brought us here, and our reactions were instantaneous.

Matthew started beating on the wall near the mirror, which was probably two-way, and yelled for someone to let us out. Damien whispered "What the hell?" while pacing in a panic. All I could think about as I leaned against the wall facing Matthew, was "Oh my God, there's no toilet. What if I have to pee? Do I squat? I am not peeing in front of my friends," and I pondered those thoughts seriously. Not one of my best reactions to any situation, I'll admit, but my mind goes to odd places sometimes. After his bit of panic, Damien stood beside me. "Elizabeth, what do you think we should do?" Why he was asking me, bewildered me, but before I could give any type of answer, a door-shaped panel appeared on the wall across from us, near Matthew who quickly made his way to us, and two people walked through it. Matthew and Damien gaped openly at the new company we had while I started to wonder what kind of "Supernatural" type situation we were in. The two people, if they were even people, were clad in dark, baggy, janitor-like clothes and had bright red skin. Where hair should be, was a bunch of different peircings and their canines were pointed like a vampires, instead of normal teeth. While my friends and I cowered in the corner of the room, we clearly missed the silent, likely telepathic, conversation they had concerning us. When one of the strangers spoke up finally, addressing us, his voice was scratchy and chills ran down my spine.

"You, female, come with me and none of ya get hurt," the one on the right, I'll call him Thing One, ordered while pulling a gun out of thin air. I figured his command was clear enough, and not wanting to put myself or my friends in further danger, I followed him. Damien and Matthew protested behind me, but their shouts were cut off when Thing one grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the panel that shut right after we exited. He didn't take me anywhere far though, just through another weird panel that was next to the one that led to my friends. The two-way mirror on the wall in this room, showing my Matthew and Damien, proved to me that we were just next door. When Thing One let go of my wrist, I instantly went to the mirror and started hitting it and calling out Matthew and Damien's names. Thing One snorted behind me, and steeling my nerves, I turned to glare at him.

"They won't hear ya or see ya girlie. Might as well give up."

I didn't like the smirk he was giving me and turned my back to watch my friends who were now holding hands and staring transfixed at Thing Two, who seemed to be talking to them animatedly. What I wasn't aware of at the time, because I couldn't hear them or recognize what Thing Two was doing, he was erasing their purpose for going to the cave and me from their minds. But to me, it just appeared like he really enjoyed using his hands as he talked.

"What's he saying to my friends?" I asked Thing One, not turning to face him.

I felt as he walked up beside me. "He's giving them a way out, a way back home. See, we don't need them. Just need girls."

I was horrified at his words, but refused to stop watching my friends. "Nope, sorry but they wouldn't leave me behind. They're my best friends and they wouldn't go back without me."

I could feel Thing One's smugness radiate off him, and it was weakening my resolve. "Oh, you so sure?"

I hadn't understood why he was so convinced my friends would leave me behind, but as I saw a blue light appear behind them, I started panicking and hitting the mirror harder, shouting at them frantically. When I saw them start to head into the blue light I let out a choked sob.

"No! No no no no no!" I screamed, pounding away faster, most likely bruising my hands. Their retreating forms made me drop to my knees, sobbing and rocking back and forth. Hot tears trailed down my face as I yelled at nothing.

"Come back! Come back please! Don't go!" After a few more minutes of sobbing, and Thing Two entering the room Thing One and I were in, I let out a silent plea when he started to pick me up and take me away somewhere else.

Please don't leave me behind.