CHAPTER 1, Dan

Doctor Who is my favourite television show. I'm sure that you love it too, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this right now. I'm also sure that you have many other favourite shows too, like me, but Doctor Who is definitely my overall favourite. Then again, it may just be my current obsession. I should ask Ash.

Anyways.

This entire story starts with Doctor Who. Ash, Erin and I all agree that it is a fabulous show, and always watch it on Wednesday nights; this Wednesday in particular being no exception. Of course, our love for this show is probably the only thing the three of us agree on, and so that night anyone within a mile's radius of our small apartment dormitory would have heard a lot of loud bickering (and I'm sorry to Livi down the hall, I know you were studying for a big test that night).

"Which episode shall we watch tonight?" I had asked everyone.

Erin, of course, suggested "Why don't we watch one from the beginning?"

"You mean one the first doctor, or one the first season?" I, a true fan, felt the need to clarify.

"The first season with nine!" Erin loves nine. Ash likes ten. I prefer eleven. You see why we argue so much?

"No way!" I whined. "I want to re-watch the eleventh hour!"

"No! I wanna watch the doctor dances."

"We saw that one five times this month already. I want to see eleven."

Erin whined "But why?"

"Because eleven is the best doctor!" I said matter-of-factly. This wasn't an argument that I would win, so I looked for support. "Ash, you've been awfully quiet. Which do you think?"

Looking up from a tumblr blog, Ash replied with "Hm? Oh, can we watch the one where they go to the hospital with the cat nurses? I like that one."

Erin huffed. "But nine!"

"Ashhhh," I complained. "You were supposed to back me uuuup. Maybe we can compromise?"

"Compromise?" Erin asked. "I'm intrigued."

"We can watch one of each!" I grinned, happy with my idea. Erin frowned.

"Hmm," she said, obviously trying to think of the kindest way to tell me my idea was stupid. "But wouldn't that take too long?"

I looked at my watch. "I don't really know. Apparently my watch is broken."

"Probably from when you tried to prove your karate skills by breaking the coffee table yesterday."

"I can't believe it didn't work." I grumbled.

"I can't believe you didn't break your arm! But in any case, we shouldn't be up too late tonight."

"Oh, that's right." I had forgotten, as usual. "Ash has that big test tomorrow. How's the studying going?" I turned to Ash.

"Yeah Ash, shouldn't you be off tumblr?" Erin asked, raising one eyebrow with a smirk.

I smirked too at Ash's lack of reply. "Very zoned out. Ash must be reading a really good ten fanfic."

Erin snorted. "Dude, seriously."

Before I go on, I should really tell you more about the three of us. I'm sure you think you know a lot about us just by reading that last section, and I'd like to tell you you're probably right.

The three of us met when we got assigned to the same college apartment. We're all art students, but we're all taking different kinds of art.

I think I can best describe Erin as the 'Mom Friend™'. She cares about us and tries to look out for us, no matter how difficult we make it. Ash is… Ash. I don't really know how else to put it. They'll both get a chance to tell you about themselves later.

And now, what you've all been waiting for – drumroll, please – me! I, the fabulous drama student (bet you never would have guessed). Diana Hunter. And now that I've told you my real name, I have to kill you. Seriously, never call me Diana; I only answer to Dan. I'm about average height, with long flowy blonde hair, intense green eyes, and a beautiful tattoo of a wolf on my ankle. If I had to sum myself up in one word, it would be intense – which is also my word of the week, so you'll probably hear me say it a few (LOT) more times today – especially when things get more INTENSE.

Hmm, anyways.

My favourite hobby is archery, but I would settle for fencing or sword fighting of any kind. I once even took a class on fighting with lightsabers, but it was really a let-down when they didn't make the KSSH! noises, so I quit. Someday I want to be a famous actress, but I haven't decided whether to bring my performing genius to the stage or to the big screen. Ooh, or maybe I could be on a long running television show like Doctor Who, that would be great.

And now, you have unlocked my backstory. I grew up on a farm – well, actually I grew up on many different farms, and houses too, since my parents are both actors who have to travel a lot for work. My favourite house was a farm though, and one time, when I was ten and had this great idea-

Uh, Erin says to save my backstory for later and return to the story. Yes, mom.

Blah, blah, arguing, tumblr, ten fanfic. Everyone on the same page? Good.

I looked over Ash's shoulder to read the screen. From what I read, it seemed to be one of the best fanfictions – you know, where they nearly kill off all the good characters, and then at the last minute, they save them?

"Wow that does look good. You'll have to send me the link."

"Oh, what the heck, send me the link too." Erin said.

Ash's eyebrows wiggled in a mocking manner. "Are you sure? This is like XXXXXXXXXXX-rated smut."

Erin grinned. "You know me Ash, I'll read anything."

Now, I may seem extravagant, but I am in fact the clean one in the group, thank you very much.

"Ooookay maybe not…" I stuttered. Ash gave me a look that said I thought so. "but we're getting off topic! We need an episode with all three doctors."

"And the only episode that has that is the 50th," Erin reminded me, unnecessarily. I decided not to remind her that nine didn't have much of a role in that episode.

"The fiftieth it is!" I said.

"Yay!" Ash cheered.

"I'll get the popcorn." I yelled as I ran to the kitchen.

"Don't forget the butter!" Ash called after me. Also unnecessarily.

Erin sighed, sitting down and pulling out her phone. "Welp I'll just wait here then."

Ash shrugged, opening Netflix on the laptop. "I guess I'll pull up the episode then."

The microwave dinged to tell me that the popcorn was ready. "Ohhhh that smells good." I said, dumping almost a pound of melted butter on top. I carried the popcorn into the living area.

"Ooooooh, gimme." Ash said, grabbing the bucket out of my hands. I made a face and grabbed it back. Erin just chuckled and shook her head at us.

"Shush," I said. "It's on."