So, here is my second attempt on fanfiction. The first one I started in German, and I wasn't really satisfied with it at all – not with writing Dr. Who in German, nor the impression I got from my OC that was in no way like she was in my head, and not with where the story was heading. (Or more likely: not heading.) I'm not that good at making up stories on my own, so this is now my second try, this time writing it alongside season two (and most likely three and four), and maybe with some adventures written by myself in between. (Yes, season two and as for this: with Rose ;-))

It is a bit of a cross-over with Perry Rhodan, a great German SciFi-Series, but you do not need to know anything about it for this story. My OC comes from the Universe of Perry Rhodan (I strongly recommend reading it though, if you like other SciFi besides Doctor Who, it is really really good). There is a lot of immortality and psychic stuff going on there, and I had always wondered what would happen if someone from there meets the Doctor.

As said, you don't have to now anything about Perry Rhodan for it is just an OC coming from there and besides that, this fanfic plays completely in the Whoniverse. Everything else there is to know about my OC and her universe you will find out along with our beloved Doctor. That is also the reason why I didn't post it under cross-overs: It is not really one.

Also, as you might have guessed by now, English is not my native tongue. So if I make any (major) mistakes, feel free to point them out, I always strive to improve my English-skills.
Other reviews that are not about pointing out mistakes are highly welcome as well. :-)

One more thing: The rating might change to M later on for different reasons, but I'm not sure about this right now.

I've also started to revise the story just now (14/11/2020) and will mark revised chapters accordingly. The content as such won't change but I hope my writing has improved a bit over the last years and some funny/confusing parts will be a bit more coherent. I'm planning on editing one episode per week or over two weeks at most.

~revised~

Chapter I

Mira

First thing she noticed after finally waking up again was a humming sound – strangely enough, she couldn't quite say if it was only filling her ears or also her mind. She listened for a moment but couldn't make out the source. But that wasn't the first priority on her list now. More interesting was the fact that she had woken up at all – and found herself in a foreign place. She didn't need to open her eyes to work that out – the sound and smell were enough to tell her she hadn't been rescued by a sheep of the fleet.

The last thing she could recall was trying to reach the engine room of the little space jet she had been flying. It was generally not the wisest idea ever to open the seatbelts and get up when ones ship is about to blow up with the inertia dampeners failing and all that whilst being hit by turbulences from an unknown source, but what choice did she have? All energy to the main console had been gone and with the reactor about to overload her only chance hat been to get down to the reactor do initiate an emergency shut down. It had only been to either try to get down and getting injured on the way or to wait for certain death in the inevitable explosion. So she had opted for leaving the relative safety of her seat.

Now, thinking about it, the memories started to come back. She hadn't even made it down the central antigrav-shaft. Suddenly it had felt as if the ship was tilting sideways by 90° and she had lost her footing and then quite literally all lights had gone out.

Finally she found her head had cleared up enough so that she could try to open her eyes carefully in anticipation of some bright light, but she found it was rather pleasantly dimmed.

Next her hand went up and she almost instinctively checked for the small, egg-shaped device normally hanging around her neck on a silver chain. A gesture that had become so automated she oftentimes didn't even notice doing it. Luckily it was still in place.

It was her lifeline, quite literally, and there was always a risk it drew unwanted attention to itself, even if only being mistaken as a fancy piece of jewellery, especially if someone was a bit too curious.

She carefully propped herself up on her elbows but to her surprise she noticed that her head didn't hurt at all. In fact, she wasn't in any pain, which was unusual to say the least. She reached for her head in search for a wound, but she couldn't find one – just a little dried blood on her temple and in her hair, indicating that she had in fact hit her head.

She looked around herself. It was a medium sized room with some beds and filled with all sorts of devices. Clearly not of human origin – actually like nothing she had ever seen before. Some of the technology looked ancient – or rather, old-school, but at the same time something was telling her that it was probably far a head of her own technology. The room itself could best be described as organic. The structure reminded her of corals, and the walls were covered in weird... round things for a lack of a better description.

She was alone in the room - at least no living being was here with her. And no robot, unless it was a rather unusual design and doubling as a bed or something. She reached out with her psychic senses – she was a mutant after all, if not a very useful one when she was on her own. But thanks to her empathic abilities she could at least be able to tell if there was anything alive around in a certain radius. There it was again. The strange humming, which was now clearly in her mind. A presence that seemed to be all around her. It was almost blending in the background of her own mind and she was pretty sure it didn't really reach beyond her surface thoughts. But nevertheless she didn't want it there. No-one should be able to get into her mind in the first place, whether she was asleep or awake. Not without her explicitly lowering her mental shields. She made a conscious effort to shut it out but the only response she got was a slight feeling of hurt and disappointment.

Fine, she thought, can't help it right now. It didn't feel like there was immediate danger from that presence so she focused on other things. Finding out where she was for example and who her secret rescuer was. She stood up and headed for the door which was unlocked. Before she opened it she checked for the small gun she was almost always carrying, but of course, it was gone. No surprise there either, they would have done the same with some unknown alien they had just rescued from an exploding ship. Or she had lost it in the space jet. Nothing she could do about that either.

She carefully opened the door and peered out. It opened into a corridor of the same design as the sickbay. It was completely empty with no further doors. It was slightly bend to the left and right so there was no way of telling just how far it would go on. On a whim she decided to take the right side. She had still no idea where she was, whether on a planet, a space station or a ship. She was normally rather good at telling it, but in this case she had absolutely no clue. Whoever had built this structure did however seem have a lot of space available as the corridor seemed to go on forever. It was still bending so she couldn't see very far, but she had been walking for at least fifteen minutes by now. Still no sign of any living being anywhere near her, apart from the everlasting humming.

Finally as she had seriously considered turning around and checking out the other direction she reached stairs leading up to a room. For all she could tell it was empty so she made her way up carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible and staying out of sight for as long as possible. The room itself looked like some sort of control room. She couldn't quite tell why she thought that as there was no big main screen or anything she was used to from countless space ships of different species, but something about this room made it appear important.

It was rather small and there was only one central console with a column glowing in a turquoise light in the middle. The walls were of the same coral-like structure as the rest of the place with some pillars seemingly supporting the ceiling. And more of the round things covering the wall. The console looked a bit provisional to her, with no clear design scheme; almost as if put together from parts from different ships – different eras almost.

She inspected the instruments and switches on the console closer but knew better than to touch anything. The only screen she could find was rather small and filled with strange, circular symbols. Nothing she had ever seen before which was slightly worrying – she'd seen a thing or two in her life but nothing remotely like that sort of writing or whatever it was.

Another strange thing was what someone had stuck to the frame of the screen – sticky notes. Small, yellow, sticky notes. Just like the ones that had been used on Earth, back in the old days. She hadn't seen them for centuries. If that wasn't an anachronism then she didn't know what was. Where for all planets was she?

"Hello there! Nice to see you up and walking around!"

For a moment she thought her heart had stopped – but then her instincts kicked in and with a few fast steps she was on the other side of the console, turned around and stepped back until she could feel a handrail in her back.

She hadn't heard him coming nor had she felt his presence so he had scared the living daylights out of her. She must have looked as shocked as she felt, because the man who was standing there seemed to be sincerely regretful.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, honestly. Sure you should be up right now? You're a bit pale..."

"Dammit! You almost gave me a heart attack!" she finally managed to answer, automatically speaking Intercosmo, the universal language of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Now it was on him to look bewildered. "What?!"

"I said dammit, don't sneak up on me like that!" she replied in Intercosmo, still not quite realising that he was addressing her in English. Where she came from English hadn't been spoken for ages, and as she had no problem understanding it her brain didn't quite process the fact that he was speaking it and she should maybe reply in it.

"What?!" he said again, his voice almost an octave higher and his face a look of utter confusion.

"I said... wait. English?" she replied, still speaking Intercosmo.

Now as she had recovered from the shock he gave her she had time to get a closer look at him. He looked even more anachronistic than the sticky notes. He was dressed in a brown pinstripe suit, probably from the early 21st century. Way out of date. And what was it with the sneakers he was wearing? Well, at least that explained why she hadn't heard his steps on the metal floor. And even though he was looking the part, he clearly wasn't human. Caucasian male, pale skin, all dark brown hair and eyes, tall and skinny. The only way she could tell that he wasn't human was due to her psychic abilities. Even though most species' emotions where pretty similar to a degree, they all felt different to her. And there was no way she could have ever mistaken that man in front of her for a human. The only annoying thing was that she didn't really get much from him beyond that. No emotions, just a basic background noise of him being alive. And she really had to focus to sense anything from him at all. Normally people didn't manage to sneak up on her like that.

But, apart from what she could sense on a psychic level, there was something else about him. Something that other people would have just dismissed if they had acknowledged it at all. A hint of timelessness, of calm serenity and imperturbability which could easily be mistaken for detachment or even indifference, which surrounded the other immortals that she knew for so long now. Something she feared she might have acquired for herself over time. Yet it was different with him...

"Of course I can't understand your language," he yelled all of a sudden, making her jump again and snapping her out of her observations. "Well, that's brilliant! Well let's hope you speak English! If not you'll have to keep talking for a bit, the TARDIS will learn to translate it eventually. I'm the Doctor, by the way." He hold out a hand and she took it, still a bit perplexed.

"Mira... Rhodan," she watched him carefully, but her name didn't seem to make any impression on him. It should, in all modesty, and that only added up on list of concerning things she had encountered so far. Not only had she made a reputation of her own over time, there also was her father, Perry Rhodan. And everyone familiar with Earth and the Milky Way Galaxy should have heard at least his name before and react to it in one way or another.

"Nice to meet you, Mira Rhodan," he replied and let go of her hand. It felt just like a human hand, if only a little cold. But no wonder, it was actually a bit cold in here.

"You speak English? British English?" she said, using English now herself, ignoring his former outburst. "You're not even human."

"No, and I wouldn't want to be. Any problems with that?" he said, still smiling

"What? No. It's just – English is a dead language. No-one speaks it anymore. Not even humans. But everyone speaks Intercosmo, a language that exists for at least ten-thousand years now. Way longer than humans have been out into space. Well, everyone but you. And you look as you just jumped right out of the 21st century. By the way, The Doctor? Not A Doctor? And what's your name? "

"Nope, The is right. Just the Doctor," he smiled.

"Fine," she said, covering her eyes with her hand, still leaning against the handrail. "Whatever. Something is seriously wrong," she sighed.

"So? What for example?" he asked, suddenly rather serious.

"Well, I was just flying along, minding my own business. There was nothing close, no other ship, nothing. Then, suddenly out of nowhere there was an interference which led to a collapse of the linear field around the space jet and most likely caused an energy feedback all the way through the field projectors, the Kalup-Converters and finally right into the Schwarzshild-Reactor," she summed up what had happened so far, mainly to help herself making sense out of it all. "And now I'm in a place that doesn't even look remotely like anything I've seen before, with an alien whose species I've never met and who speaks English but no Intercosmo and has seemingly no idea about history of the human race or the milky way galaxy."

"Sure you're not taking humanity a bit too important?" he replied.

"No, it's a matter of fact that you should have at least heard of the name Rhodan," she replied and shook her head. He had shaped the course of history for centuries, and not only for humanity but for the whole galaxy. "Anyway," she continued, looking down at the floor to gather her thoughts. "I hardly believe that whatever hit my ship was sufficient enough to cause a major change in our timeline which would explain all the differences – on the other hand, the engine failure could be due to some weird changes in time unrelated to my situation, but this would be so bad I don't even want to think about it. Nor do I think that I was somehow thrown halfway across the universe where no one has ever heard about Earth, for you clearly speak an Earthen language. Leaves me with one rather nasty possibility..."

Not again, she thought. Please, not again. There was the possibility that weird guy calling himself The Doctor was just mocking her. But with every moment she was awake the feeling that she was somewhere she shouldn't be was growing.

She finally looked up at him again. He was now wearing glasses made of cardboard, just like the ones used for 3D images, back in the old days, before the invention of proper holographic technology.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"What? Why would I think that?" he put the glasses away and all of a sudden looked very serious. "In fact I think this is everything but funny. What other possibility do you mean?"

"You ever heard of the theory of parallel universes?" she said with despair in her voice.

Doctor

He observed her carefully. Her rapid grasp of recent events was as astonishing as her technical knowledge, considering her age and the fact that she was human. She couldn't be older than in her mid twenties. At least that was what the medical scans had revealed as it was always a bit hard to tell with humans.

Plus, there was something odd about her. Not only was she obviously not a part of this universe - so for him she (meaning her timeline) was little more than a blank sheet of paper when he looked at her - there was something else he couldn't quite put is finger on yet. Maybe it had something to do with the little device hanging around her neck. Even the scanners in the TARDIS couldn't make much out of it.

Apart from that, she looked quite normal. A bit pale, but this could be due to her mainly living on space ships and the lack of sun. About 5ft 6in in height, and quite lean, almost fragile. Her face was quite symmetrical with fine features – probably rather pretty by human standards – and her long dark auburn hair was tied in a now rather dishevelled bun. But it were her eyes that stood out. Huge, bright and of a light steel grey colour with a slightly darker ring around her iris. There was a look in them which definitely was at odds with the rest of her rather young appearance. Although there was something in her gestures and her whole attitude as well that didn't seem appropriate for someone so young.

"What day is it?" she asked suddenly.

"Well, that's actually a bit difficult to answer." he said, rubbing the back of his head. The TARDIS was in drift mode, literally drifting through time. There was no fixed date he could give her. "What day should we have?"

She looked at him in a way that made quite clear that she had enough of playing games of question and answer.

"Mira, I'm afraid I can't tell you what day it is right now and it doesn't really matter either. There has been no changes in any timelines. Well, when I say no change, I mean, no major changes in the timelines concerning you. Not recently at least. Nor did you came out at the other end of the universe. But there is a reason why I don't understand your language and why I haven't seen a ship like yours before."

"Yeah. The same reason why you most likely have never heard of the Cosmic Hanseatic Organisation? The Great Arkon Empire? The former Solar Empire? Does any of this ring a bell?" She looked at him with a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes. A gaze so intense that it almost made him want to look away.

"No, I haven't heard of them," he shook his head, hands in his pocket, looking down for a moment. "Mira, I'm so sorry. But you seem to be in a parallel universe. Or you came from one, depending on ones point of view," he finally replied.

Instead of answering she turned around, her hands resting on the handrail, and looked down on the floor.

"Mira, you're alright?" he asked after a moment, stepping at her side.

"Yeah. I'm thinking. Processing..." She turned her head to face him, looking incredibly tired. "Thank you, by the way."

"You're welcome! What for?"

"For rescuing me? I have no idea how you managed it, but nevertheless: Thank you."

"Ah, that. Nevermind." he said cheerfully. "Unfortunately I couldn't do anything for your ship. It's gone."

"Guessed that much. Anyway," she continued after a deep breathe. "Believe it or not, but that's not the first time this happens to me, I know that there is normally some sort of singularity. A crack in space between two universes. Did you by any chance scan for something like this?"

"There was one. It's gone now. Wasn't stable, only lasted for a few seconds," he answered, a bit puzzled about her knowledge regarding parallel universes.

"Dammit."

"What do you mean, it happened before?"It had been pretty clear to him by the amount of void stuff attached to her, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"I'm cursed, that's what I mean. Whenever there is something going on involving parallel worlds, time jumps and whatnot it's always me. Always. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. I'm attracting it. It haunts me. As said, I'm cursed, I really am. "Whilst speaking she had started wandering around the console room, her hands in the pockets of the dark blue jacket she was wearing, which looked suspiciously like a uniform. "I'd even go as far as saying it's him involved," she mumbled, seemingly not giving a thing about being in the TARDIS with someone she had just met minutes before and realising she was now in a parallel universe. There it was again – her behaviour didn't fit in with what she appeared to be.

He also knew she had travelled through time before, because of the high levels of artron energy she had in her body. Well, it could happen occasionally, even without a time machine, there where always cracks and rifts in time and space. But for that level of artron particles she must have travelled through time rather frequently in her rather short life span. And who did she thing was involved?

"Nah, there are no curses," he finally said.

"Then call it destiny," she replied and stopped, looking at him. "Or rather fate in this case. Whatever you like."

"Fate? Destiny?" He pulled a face. "Really?"

Her only answer was another one of these intense glances, so he decided to let go of this topic for now.

"Where are we anyway? Is this a spaceship?"

He nodded.

"Good. Would you please be so kind then and drop me on some planet with space travel? Proper space travel, FTL. I need a ship somehow. As this singularity is gone I need to find another one. Somewhen, somewhere. I can't stay here, that's for sure." All tiredness was gone from her face now, and had been replaced by determination. Her sudden chance in mood caught him quite off guard. Maybe it was just the shock about having almost died and now being stuck here.

As she had started to wander around the room again, he stepped over to her, took her gently by the shoulders and said, "Mira, look at me." When he had her full attention, he continued, "Just let me get this right: You want to be left on a planet, all on your own, without even speaking the native language there. Steal-"

"Borrow!"

"Get your hands on a spaceship that you most likely can't pilot-"

"Oh, you have no idea..."

"And go searching for a singularity somewhere, no, everywhere in the universe, a singularity that most likely does not and will ever exist?" He looked intensely at her, eyes wide and brows arched, searching for any sign that it was just the shock speaking out of her, but there still was nothing but determination. And slowly he started to believe that she did not only mean it, but would also be capable of doing so.

"What else do you suggest?" she asked almost angrily, whilst stepping back and out of his grip, her arms crossed. "The language might be a bit of a problem, I admit that, but it's not the first time I'm... organising a spaceship. And by organising I mean borrowing a ship that's not really in use anyway from someone who has more than they need. Not steeling. And well, about the piloting-thing, the principles of physics apply to everything. It might take some time to figure out how the engines work and such, but it is not impossible. If you know the basic principle, hyperspace travel, linear-flight or whatever, then it's more or less easy. And about finding a singularity... Well, I have no illusions about that. There is next to no hope, and I'm very well aware of that. " She sighed and then continued, her voice hardly more than a whisper, "But what else should I do? Give up without even trying?"