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Summary: In a world where one of the most feared creatures in the universe decided they wanted a normal life…they ended up being thrown around the Doctor's.

Chapter 1 - From the Start(s)

Stafford, 1912.

A cold wind gently rustled the leaves that had fallen from the trees interspersed throughout the cemetery as the sun began to set. Only one lone visitor remained, huddled underneath the curved tree on the far edge, sat on a small bench hidden in a nook out of sight from the regular visitors. A single statue depicting an angel standing sentinel over the small area.

The small figure sat trembling, shoulders shaking in their presumed grief as they sobbed, bonnet clenched tightly in hands already turning red from the cold. Making a choice to be somewhere, seemingly no one would see them cry.

To such a person, one thing could make all the difference, even if it might not seem significant at the time.

In this case it was a question.

"Why are you crying?"

Stafford, 2018.

"So where was it you said you were again?"

I sighed into my mobile before answering. "Stafford. I've told you this every time you've asked."

"Right. And you're doing what again exactly?"

"Visiting." I continued making my way down the cobbled street, heels clacking confidently, before turning into the small park that had been created just outside of the side entrance of the shopping centre.

"Visiting who? You got other friends I don't know about?"

"Oh, there are a lot of things you don't know, Steph." I smirked to myself before making my way around the edge of the greenery, keeping my eyes out for what I knew was placed there somewhere.

"Ha. You're a comedian." A pause in which I could hear a crunch of something being eaten over the line. "When you gonna be back? We're meant to be going out, and don't think I'm letting you get out of it!"

"Wouldn't dream of it." I came to a stop, having found what I was looking for. "I'll be back before six so it'll give me plenty of time to get ready."

I bent down to place the small bundle of flowers I'd been carrying before the gravestone that had been pushed to line the side of the park, along with the others during its renovation, taking a moment to stroke my fingers slowly over the lettering before standing once more.

"Any way, I thought you said you were skint this week?" I carried on, turning to make my way back down the path I had come from.

"Being skint is not going to stop me from having a good time, I'll tell you that now! And you better bring your ID you baby faced bitch." She joked laughing at me down the phone.

I joked back turning to walk down an alley "Not my fault you don't know how to moisturise."

I stopped seeing my path was now blocked by something that was definitely not there the 20 minutes previous when I had first made my way through.

"How odd." I muttered, inspecting the 1960s era police box that had somehow managed to wedge itself into the small alleyway.

"Hmm? What's odd?"

"You know those mysteries you like reading about online? This could be one of them." I took a step towards the box, feeling like something was beckoning me towards it. Is that…?

"Ooooh do tell! Though please don't get yourself murdered, it'd put a damper on our plans." She snorted.

"Ha." I was now within reach of the blue box and was starting to get a little light headed. It can't be can it? Why would a box like this be covered in artron energy? I reached out a hand.

"So, what is it?"

"A Police box." My hand made contact with the wood, phone dropping from the other as I blacked out, and unbeknownst to me, vanished from sight. Leaving behind only the mobile left lying on the floor.

"Lina? Lina! Are you there? Did you drop your phone? Lina?"

And there's the first chapter! The rest shall likely be episode chapters, which are decided by random number generator.

Next up: The Vampires of Venice