A/N Hello again. I know right, that was quick. Even I impressed myself. So, Jamie's much more personal backstory will flit throughout the story in many different forms. Keep a look out for them if you're really interested. This chapter shows Jamie's very basic backstory more clearly and a few hints of why she's here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Donna, the Doctor, or even my room. I own Jamie, my TARDIS watch, this computer, and my life (I think).

I hear a sort of buzzing in my head telling me to wake up. When I didn't move, the TARDIS decided to be an adult and had my bed violently toss me to the ground.

"Oi! What in the hell was the for?" I snapped rubbing my offended shoulder.

'You've been sleeping for almost a day,' she countered. 'The Doctor and Donna are worried about you. I had to reassure the Doctor that you weren't going to harm to them and that you were safe from any effects of the regeneration.'

Getting off of the floor. I started towards the bathroom.

"Okay, no need to be violent on the new Time Lady," I retorted. "I'm pretty sure causing me to regenerate again won't help matters! I'll get showered and dressed for my hosts. Tell them we can meet in the kitchen, killing two birds with one stone. Damn I'm starving."

'Just hurry up, before I make it so there isn't any hot water for you,' she threatened.

"Wow, the show did not show how threaten-y you are. I guess I can see why they didn't want to see a Scary Idris to boss the resident Time Lord around,"I replied smartly. Which I then received a strong painful bolt of, although deserved, electric shock to my forearm.

"OW! Seriously, someone needs to work on their anger management skills!" I yelled at the ceiling.

'Do you want me to do that again?' Her tone was starting to scare me.

Backpedalling quickly. "No, of course not… My, isn't your coat of paint mighty lovely today?" I hesitantly complimented.

'Good. That's what I thought,' she said quite smugly. 'Now hurry up. As much as you're being a slight pain, the Doctor is starting to annoy me even more so. He tried to find your room when I insisted that you're in need of a rest. And only gave up the 6th hour of trying to talk to you. I'll put the door right in front of your room when you're ready.'

"Thank you, Sweetie. Love yoooouuuuu looooootttttssss," I flirted.

She just grumbled. If this is what she's like when she's annoyed, I really don't want to be in this universe when she angry. I shuddered at that thought and get undress for my shower.

Stepping out of the shower with a large fluffy towel wrapped around my body, I look for something to wear for the day in the-of course-bigger on the inside wardrobe in my room. Something practical, durable, and comfortable because imminent doom always needs this kind of caution.

I dressed myself in tan skinny jeans with a black web belt, a solid black shirt, a black Nike swoosh zip-up hoodie, a heather gray night watch beanie, my Vans black rimmed glasses (Though I no longer need them because of my Time Lordiness. Yes, that's a word now.), and of course a pair of TARDIS blue high top Chucks.

The only missing from the ensemble is the TARDIS watch from my not-boyfriend-anymore-because-I-never-existed got me for Christmas. I feel a dull ache in chest thinking about the life I left because of something that shouldn't exist happened to me. Tears fall down my cheeks and I quickly wipe it away in impotent anger. I felt so empty without him. I wish he were here to enjoy this with me.

As if sensing my loneliness, said watch appears on my desk. A small smile appears on my face.

"Thank you, Sexy," I say barely above a whisper. The floodgates threaten to spill because of this act of kindness and I inhale deeply recomposing myself, wiping any tears that have formed. I quickly wash my face to make it look as if nothing has happened.

'You're welcome, Jamie,' she responded softly.

"Hold on, where are they in their timeline? Just to make sure no spoilers are mistakenly said," I inquired.

'They're just after the incident at Adipose Industries. Now get out there and face music. I'm certainly done playing your mediator with the Doctor.'

As promised, the kitchen door is in front of my room and I hear a conversation a conversation that's slightly different than I expected. Although, I didn't know what to expect.

"I thought you were the last of the Time Lords. Who is she?" a female voice asked, that must be Donna.

"I am…well, I thought I was…until she, quite literally, appeared before our eyes," a male voice answered, and that must be the Doctor. "I don't know who she is. But I am going to find out."

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page. I'd like to know as well," I countered while walking in, all conversations stop and both of them stare at me. I just walk over to the fridge and grab a bundle of items.

I put the food on the table they were sitting at and sit across from them. They just continued to stare. Well, the Doctor was more glaring to be honest. What? Was I going to have a sudden urge to ambush them all the while trying to eat a small mountain of food.

"So, you two have questions for me?" I say with a mouth of said food items. I probably look unlady-like, but right now I don't give a damn.

"Umm…first, when's the last time you ate?" Donna asked her eyes widening as I am actually taking down the mountain of food on my own.

I swallow my food and decide to be more polite without the 'see-food' aspect of it.

"20 hours, 7 minutes, and 10 seconds. Give or take a few seconds. Turkey?" I held out a slice with my fork. She politely declined, scrunching her face. 'Her loss,' I thought taking a bite, chewing and then swallowing.

"Who are you?" the Doctor says with a dark tone in his voice. Yay, I've angered the Oncoming Storm. I raised one finger to indicate that I'm going to finish eating, and then I poured myself a glass of tea. After I leisurely drank ALL the contents of the pitcher, I began.

"Like I said before, my name's Jamie Oliver. I had one brother and two sisters. Their names are Jerry, Jacqueline, and Joann. Don't ask me why we're 'J's,' I think it's some weird white thing. My parents' names are Roman and Emma Oliver. Dad was from the US Navy and mom was a native from the time he was stationed in Japan. I was born in Japan and human, but migrated to the United States when I was 6 years old, lived in Southern California ever since. I was eighteen years old, but now I'm nine hundred and eighteen or so the TARDIS says. I was also attending the local university.

"I came from a very different universe, where this is all a T.V. show called Doctor Who, that follows the life of the title character on his many adventures. And finally, my favorite color is TARDIS blue," I replied with all the seriousness I could muster while staring intensely at my audience. I had a strong urge to bow but repressed the feeling down.

The Doctor's countenance changed to a more pleasant and friendly one as I rambled.

"What? Don't people answer you directly?" I asked.

"No, not really," the Doctor laughed. "They more or less go with a vague answered. So it's kind of a breath of fresh air and nice for once that you aren't trying to play any games. So, what incarnation are you on?"

"Hmm. Don't know that one. I'll ask," I mused.

"Ask who? Who're you-" I cut him off by placing a left index finger on his lips and then put it back down when he remained quiet but confuzzled.

And quickly placed my other one in Donna's before she can ask the same thing, but she tried to bite it and I immediately snatched it away. I playfully glared and smirked at her, wagging my finger at her. She just huffed and crossed her arms while sticking her tongue out with a smirk, adding a playful glare as well.

I look towards the ceiling. "Uh, what incarnation am I?" I asked the TARDIS.

A loud beeping sound came from the Doctor's pocket. "Uh," he looked confused as took out his sonic screwdriver. His forehead puckered at the results. "Ah, she says it's seventh incarnation. Nine hundred and eighteen years old," his face unreadable as he said: "Guardian."

I wondered why she didn't talk to me directly. 'Because he can't know yet,' she said, startling me a little.

'What? Why?' I thought in confusion.

'Not the right time,' she said cryptically.

'Right.'

"Right," I said this time aloud and looked puzzled at his expression. "Is something wrong?"

"Your name. The one the TARDIS gave you, where'd you get it?" he asked with intense scrutiny.

I squirmed slightly at the look. "She told me."

"Told you? How?"

'Remember, not a word.' "She used a phone in my pocket," I lied quickly, hoping he'd buy it. "Is there something wrong with it?"

He looked at me intensely, like he was trying to dissect me. Then nothing, as his expression became bland. "No. Nothing wrong," he said in an even tone.

Rule One: the Doctor lies. But I let it go, knowing he won't tell me even if I bugged the man.

I nodded, taking it as it is. "Any other questions?" I asked.

"So, to whom were you talking to?" Donna asked finally fed up with the nutter talking to ceilings.

"The TARDIS," I stated simply.

"What? But it's just a ship."

The TARDIS hummed, I raised a brow in suprise. She sounded offended but more than a little bit hurt. 'She didn't mean that,' I thought to the TARDIS. 'She just doesn't know.'

The ship made a sound that was placated, but still hurt. She probably liked Donna and that comment stung.

"Donna!" the Doctor exclaimed in aghast.

"What?" she asked looking confused.

I sighed. "Donna, just be curteous. The TARDIS is more setient than most Time Lords I know," I gave the Doctor a pointed looked.

"Oi!" he protested, though the mood did lightened.

Donna looked to the ceiling. "Sorry," she said hesitantly, probably thinking she's a bit daft by talking to the ceiling. "Still a bit new to this."

The humming was warmer and most likely forgave Donna at her sincerity.

"She's telepathic and that's the only way she can communicate directly to a Time Lord," I said, ommitting that she could talk to me. "So, is that it?"

The Doctor was about ask another question when Donna interrupted '21 questions.'

"Yeah, I got one. Do you really think I'm smart?" Donna asked. To which elicited a groan from the Doctor. "What? Hardly anyone says that to me, so I'll ask for it till she won't."

"Yes, but there more pressing matters other than flirting with our new guest," He muttered with a huff.

'Is he-?' I raised a brow in question but the Doctor just looked away. I smirked. 'Now that something you don't see everyday. He's jealous.'

And they continued on bickering until I just started laughing and fell off my chair onto the floor. Maybe it was the absurdity of their argument or just hysteria, more likely the latter. Yes, I was literally rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. The duo stared at me stunned; I clutched my stomach laughing at them.

"Sorry-It's just-your faces-I mean-" I said in between giggles. I wasn't really feeling sorry.

"Jamie, breathe. You're going to suffocate down there," Donna said concerned.

She then went around the table and loomed over me with her arms crossed to see if I was still breathing, because after a while I didn't even make any sounds. Just tears streaming down my crimson face as I continued to laugh. The Doctor in his always-helpful manner just continued stare with an amused look on his face.

Having slowly composed myself with still small fits of giggles, I dust myself off and stand up in front of her smiling.

"Respiratory bypass," I pointed to my chest. "So it makes it very hard to die due asphyxiation," I replied and then nudging her. "Although, you'd revive me right? I mean you can't resist all of this," gesturing vaguely to my body.

"Oh, get off! I bet you say that to all the people you meet," She flirted back.

Then Jason's, my boyfriend-well not-boyfriend-anymore-because-I-never-existed, face flitted through my mind and all the memories we shared. The one person, I would do anything to get back to. The one who would always say that to me, before he would pull me into a searing kiss. This sudden and strong flashback made me stumble on my words.

"Uhh-umm-no—umm -no. Just…just…just the one…" I trailed, as tears began to fall down my cheeks. I turned away from them. I didn't want them to see me like this.

Donna wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back with comforting circles.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" I cut her off.

"No, Donna. There's nothing to be sorry for. I just remembered someone and I guess I wasn't really ready to make jokes yet." I mumbled into her chest.

I pulled away from her and wipe the last few tears and looked straight into the Doctor's eyes without malice or sadness, just a mask to hide the emotions at bay, for now.

"Any other questions Doctor?"

We all sat back down on our respective seats, taking in the comfortable silence, before the Doctor began again.

"How did you get here? You said that you had an idea but we kind of went off on a tangent," he asked softly.

"A…a crack on the skin of the universe. It's not supposed to be there, I mean not this early," I replied.

"What's a crack? And what do you mean 'not this early?'" he asked leaning forward.

"Cracks are 'two points of space and time that should have not touched, pressed together.' " I quoted the Eleventh Doctor. "And well for the second part, all I can say is: spoilers," I smirked.

"Spoilers?" the Doctor asked grinning though confused.

"Yes, Doctor. Spoilers," I grinned mischieviously.

"I've already told you a big part of the foreseeable future I probably shouldn't have, but because the TARDIS wanted you off her case, so I did. Plus you said it yourself: foreknowledge is dangerous," my voice casting a serious tone and leaning in closer as well.

The Doctor was about to ask another question when Donna interjected.

"As much as I love interrogating nine hundred and eighteen year old Time Lords-" Donna sarcastically began.

"Time Ladies." both the Doctor and I corrected.

"-Whatever! I just wanted to travel the stars not this. Can we go somewhere now?" She finished gesturing her hands wildly.

With a consensus we left for the main control room.

Donna took her position at the railing near the console and I joined her.

"So… Miss Jamie Oliver and Miss Donna Noble," the Doctor began and was running around the console inputting the coordinates. I could hear the I Am the Doctor In Utah's opening chords. I was getting super excited and grinned like a maniac at Donna, to which she responded in kind.

The Doctor then turned to us. "Are you ready you ready?" he with his manic grin.

"YES!" Both Donna and I exclaimed returning the same mad grin.

And with that, the dematerialization circuit was activated.

"Alons-y!"

So that's the next chapter is Fires of Pompeii. Until we...meet?...see each other?...SOMETHING again, review please. You never know, I might get these chapters out faster.

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