Chapter 1: Rose

A/N- Hey everyone! I finally decided to publish this story. I've been debating for about a year so, this story already has a lot of chapters written. I wanted to write this story because I found, while there's a lot of OC Doctor Who stories, there isn't much that are none romance. I love reading the romance ones but I started wanting a different kind of relationship that the OC has with the Doctor. So, this relationship is more of a father-daughter relationship which I feel doesn't get covered in fanfictions or the show itself. Also, just to make things clean, I started writing this when I didn't know who the next companion was which means that this OC comes right after Clara.

Each chapter will have a song attached to it. I recommend you find the song and listen to it while you're reading but if not, then it's there for you guys to have an idea about the chapter.

Anyways, enough with me talking. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, it belongs to BBC

Stones Around the Sun- Lewis Watson

War was breaking out

You found your crowd, and I turned round

Where did you go?

I looked away, and you were gone

You didn't say, where did you go?

I don't know

She woke in a cold sweat. "No!" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

She looked around. She was laying in the middle of a sidewalk. What? Where? How? Her mind went in all different directions trying to figure out what had happened. She wasn't here a minute ago. She would have been more scared if it wasn't for the fact that weird things like this happened quite a lot to her.

People were now starting to look at her funny as they walked passed.

"Are you alright?" Asked a blond girl, who was a couple of years older than her.

"What?" She had been so consumed with her thoughts that she didn't even notice the blond.

"Are. You. Alright?" The blond asked again slowly.

"Um, yes?"

Was she okay? She wasn't totally sure. Nothing felt broken, she was still wearing her leather jacket and cowboy boots she was wearing before she ended up in… London? She looked around again. Yep, she was in London which didn't make any sense because she wasn't even on Earth a couple minutes ago.

"Um, okay" The girl looked at her suspiciously. "Because if you're not I think I have enough time…" She mumbled rummaging through her pockets. She finally pulled out her phone- her flip phone. "Oh no, I'm late for work. I'm really sorry. If you want I could hail you a cab to the hospital," the blond rushed out.

She wasn't really paying attention to what the blond was saying. Instead her focus was on the girls' phone. This random person had a flip phone which meant this person was either really behind on the times or she had landed in the past somehow.

"N-no, I'm good," she muttered, finally standing up. "But could I ask you a question first?"

"Yeah, sure," she replied, although it seemed like her patience was running thin.

"Um, what time is it?"

"A little after 12," the blond responded.

"No, I mean what year."

"Year?"

"Yes?"

"It's 2005, why?"

"Oh I'm just dazed and confused."

"Right," the girl replied uneasily. "I better go."

"Yeah, totally," and then the blond girl walked away and into an apartment store.

What the hell happened, she thought. One minute she was with the Doctor running away from a new alien species and now she was in the middle of London in 2005.

The Doctor! She thought. She rummaged through all her pockets trying to find her phone. She could call the Doctor and get him to pick her up. She looked and she looked but there was no phone in any of her pockets. She was on her own.

She signed in frustration, she was just going to have to wait for the Doctor. Unless, suddenly a terrifying thought popped into her head, he was in the same state and without the Tardis or he was dead. Most people thought of the Doctor was like God but she knew better; the Doctor could disappoint, the Doctor could die. She shut her eyes, a bitter memory resurfacing itself. She breathed deeply. She had to stop. One bitter memory led to another and another, and before she knew it she would be having a panic attack. The Doctor always told her to breathe easy and think of the task at hand. So she did.

She scrounged around for the device that has yet to fail her: her sonic screwdriver. The Doctor had given it to her as a Christmas present not too long ago because he thought it might help her stay out of trouble.

"It's like getting your first cell phone," the Doctor explained. "It's there for emergencies and not to be misused," he warned.

"But I don't have a cell phone," the eleven-year-old told him.

"That's not the point. Just don't be playing games on it or opening random doors," he told her.

"This has games on it! Cool!"

"I'm starting to think this was a bad idea."

Finally, she found the sonic screwdriver. She took it out and looked for anything out of the ordinary. If she could find something weird then that might lead her to some answers. She didn't see anything strange. She scanned herself but didn't see anything out of place there either. She was about to give up when she looked toward the apartment store that the blond girl went into. Her sonic suddenly went haywire.

"Okay, the clothing store it is," she concluded to herself.

When she went into the store, she didn't see anything unusual. Even her sonic seemed to not be able to detect a thing, although that didn't stop it from freaking out. So she stayed and waited, watching. She waited for hours, looking around, trying to not look like she was going to steal anything. She was going to give up and chalk it up as a broken sonic when all of a sudden, as she passed the elevator, her sonic spiked again. She looked to see if anyone was watching then she entered the elevator.

It was dark and dingy in the basement. There were multiple door and she wasn't sure where to start. She was scanning for any alien life when she heard a man scream. She rushed down the corridor trying to locate the scream. She opened one of the doors and stepped inside. She looked around for anyone in peril but everything seemed perfectly normal yet her sonic was telling her otherwise. She went deeper into the room.

Suddenly her sonic figured out exactly what alien she had come across. "Oh crap, living plastic!"

"Living plastic?" She asked.

"Yep," the Doctor replied.

"Living?"

"Yes."

"And plastic?"

"Yeah."

"So let me get this straight. We're up against living… plastic? That's a thing?"

"Of course."

The ten-year-old opened her month then closed it. She shrugged, "Okay."

"Wilson?" A voice yelled. "Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson, are you there?"

She recognized that voice but she couldn't put her finger on it. Still, she didn't move to find out.

"I can't hang about 'cos they're closing the shop," came the voice again but this time sounding more frustrated. "Wilson! Oh, come on."

Suddenly, something clattered behind her making her jump. She spun around and came face-to-face with a bunch of manikins. She groaned. Living plastic, she thought.

"Hello? Hello, Wilson, it's Rose. Hello? Wilson?" The girl, Rose, kept asking.

Please don't come this way. Please don't come this way, she begged in her head. She didn't want this girl to be caught in the crossfire. Unfortunately, her pleas were ignored because the next thing she knew the girl, Rose, walked in.

"Wilson? Wils- hey you're not support to be down here," Rose told her. Looking away from the living plastic, she turned to Rose. "Wait, aren't you the girl that was laying on the sidewalk?"

So that's where she heard the voice from. "I thought this was the way to the bathroom," she knew that sounded pathetic and usually she would do better but she was a little more focused on the living shop dummies.

"Right, well it's not. Now have you seem a man named Wilson down hear? Do you know where he is?" Rose asked her, seeming annoyed and frustrated.

"Probably dead," she mumbled.

"What?" Rose asked angrily.

"Nothing but I think he might be upstairs so maybe you should go and I'll come with you," She suggested.

Before Rose could say a thing the door slammed shut. Rose tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.

"You're kidding me. Is this you're doing?" Rose accused.

"I swear that's not me!" Just then another bang came. They both turned.

"Then who's mucking about?" Rose asked.

Before she could respond, Rose gasped. She looked over to where Rose was looking and saw that the living plastic was now moving. It slowly approached them.

"Okay, you've got me. Tell your friends to stop!" Rose ordered.

"Look, this isn't me, Okay?" She yelled back. More and more dummies were now coming to life and she was feeling less and less confident in getting out safely.

"Right, of course it's not. But I've got the joke now, so stop!" Rose kept telling her. "Whose idea was this? Is it Derek's?"

"Who the hell is Derek?" She honestly didn't have the patience for this conversation anymore.

They were now swarmed with dummies. She felt her back hit the concrete wall. She had had enough.

"Stop! Don't move any closer! I know what you are and guess what? This isn't the first time I've met your species so don't think for a second that I won't make you wish you never messed with me! You see these," she took out her sonic and held them up. "You know exactly what this is and I will use it!"

The manikins stopped for a second and turned to each other. She thought she got them but then a thought came to mind. This was 2005, the Doctor and she hadn't met them yet so really they didn't know what her sonic was. She gulped. So much for her threaten then run plan. Although she could still run. When in doubt, the Doctor would tell her, run.

She was just about to tell Rose to book it when someone else yelled, "RUN!"

A/N- So, this was just a short chapter to test the waters. Throughout the story we'll learn more and more about this character. My later chapters will be much longer. I'll also be doing the other seasons later on. I hope you guys liked it.