Prologue

"Come on Sam," Lyla quietly muttered to her six-month-old puppy as she watched him try to find a spot to relieve his tiny puppy bladder at two a.m. "It's too cold for these early morning wake-up calls ya lil' shit," she stated with a bit of fondness in her voice.

When the pup finally found the perfect spot to relieve himself, he trotted back to his owner with a happy tongue wagging smile. "Thank the Lord." Lyla reached down to unhook the leash with a soft pat on the head and quick rub of the ears, he took off back into the house. Mutts probably back in the warm bed, Lyla thought to herself with a shiver. Just as she was about to step through the front door, she heard it. NO. Fucking. Way. The very unmistakable sound of the Tardis materialization sequence. "What the hell," she whispered to the wind as she slowly shut the door and walked closer to the sound. What? Who? HOW? Her mind full of one-word questions and with a healthy dose of curiosity, she stepped off her porch to investigate.

She rounded the corner of the barn that was set off to the side of her family home and feasted her now wide and disbelieving eyes on an awfully familiar blue box. BOOM. She gave a slight jump as the noise blasted through the yard. BOOM. She blinked hard and slowly shook her head back and forth as she took a small step toward the box. The box itself was laying on its side with the doors facing her and was scuffed and scratched beyond belief. BOOM. If the hissing noise was anything to go by then she was leaking gas and there must have been a fire as well if the smoke was any indicator. Lyla took another slow step forward with only the words MUST TOUCH SEXY flowing through her mind. BOOM. The door came flying open and a man fell out and quickly stood.

Lyla completely froze. All breathing, thinking, and shivering stopped as she gazed upon the Master. The man coughed and wheezed as he slowly straightened his back and glanced around with a pinched expression. Once his eyes landed on the pale women, he quickly advanced and grabbed her upper arms in a tight grip and sneered at the young women.

It was like a live wire that shocked her back into reality when the first contact happened. "Where am I? Who are you? Where is she?" The questions come bullet fast at her face.

"America. Texas to be exact. Lyla Aylin. And where is who?" She answered automatically. Lyla pointed to the box that was behind him with a slightly shaking hand, "That's not yours."

The crazed man's eyes betrayed his shock for a split second before it cleared and gave away to suspicion, "How do you know that?" he demanded.

"Uh… That's Sexy. She belongs to her thief. You are not him," she replied distractedly, while her eyes never left the magnificent ship. What the fuck is happening right now. If this is a dream, then please don't end because that is... that is… that's… holy crap-olla.

He quickly grabbed her by the neck and forced her eyes on him when he demanded again, "How. Do. You. Know. That." OK. Now I want it to end.

Lyla blinked rapidly before replying in a slow manner, "Any Whovian worth their salt knows that."

Now confused, the Master shook his head and returned to a previous asked question, "Where is the Bad Wolf?" Seriously.

"What…" She blinked rapidly again, "What the What." Really now, your 10 is showing.

"Bad Wolf." He gave her a harsh shake. Ok, crazy dude needs to back off because I'm gonna punch him sooner rather than later and that's a fucking promise.

"There's no bad wolf here. The actress that played her is in London and sweetheart you got the flight a bit wrong if that was the goal," she informed the insane man. Congrats you have been upgraded from crazy to insane.

"NO! These were the exact coordinates. Years of calculations and theories and this was the result," he accused while dropping her arms and turning around in a fury. "And all for a backwoods Barbie with an identity crisis."

"Hey! That was rude, asshole," she replied with a huff. "And what do you mean about the identity crisis. I fucking know who I am. I can't say the same for you though."

The Master paid no attention to Lyla as he paced in a circle while mumbling to himself, "I have to find her, or everything dies. The Doctor and I's work cannot be wasted. But why would she bring us here? Unless…" He trailed off and his head snapped in Lyla's direction. He stared at her with his head cocked to the side and an unknown look in his crazed eyes. He seemed to come to some type of decision and advanced quickly on Lyla while she finally got her shit together and stumbled back away from the insane man. "You are coming with me." Hell, no creepy dude.

"What. NO," she fought his hands that were wrapping around her arms and him dragging her toward the Tardis doors.

They reached the Tardis where Lyla was thrown in as her kidnapper quickly followed with the doors slamming closed behind him. She slowly stood and looked around at the console room with wide disbelieving eyes until they rested on the frantically moving Master. "What the hell are you doin'." I should probably be freaking out more… But it's the console room…

"You're going to save my universe," he replied while pushing buttons and turning dials as he raced around the console. Nope that is it. I'm getting out. Sightseeing is over. Waking up would be just peachy right about now.

"Uh No. I have a life here." Lyla raced to the doors and tried to open them as she started to hear the disappearing sequence start. "Stop that and let me out, you nut case," she started banging on the doors with her fist when she felt hands come around her and trapped her in a vise like grip. "What the hell are you doin?!" Now is not the time to cop a feel crazy dude. She now had to shout over the various noises happening in the room. The whole of the room started to shake after a huge explosion at the console. Tremors that would put any earthquake to shame rocked through her and the Master as he kept them from being tossed around the room. Well at least he has some chivalry. With a final explosion and loud crack, the Tardis seemed to settle, and the Master quickly released her and lunged for the doors. Lyla was quick to follow and nearly fainted when she stepped out into the center of London. "No no no no no no no…" Stumbling over her feet and her words, she braced herself on the side of the Tardis. Is it just me or is the world spinning a bit? Her eyes roamed their surroundings before they landed on her kidnapper, "What the fuck did you just do," she accused him as she quickly advanced. He eyed her with nothing less than disdain. Before he could get a word out, she pulled her fist back and let it launch right into his nose. Told you I would punch you sooner rather than later. With a satisfying crack Lyla pulled back and started in while he brought his hands up to his bleeding and broken nose, "Why would you bring me here. What the fuck were you thinking. I don't know anything about London. Or where exactly I am. Or when for that lovely matter. And I have absolutely nothing. No money. No ID. Hell, for all I know, no future or past. I don't belong here," she finished with a heaving breath and a defensive stance.

"Are you done?" He asked but not pausing to let her answer before he barreled on, "2004, May to be exact and you are somewhere in Cardiff if I had to guess." Lovely Cardiff, she thought disgustedly. Before Lyla could even speak her thoughts to that news, he had her by the neck and harshly pushed her against the Tardis as he got close to her ear and whispered menacingly, "And you will save my universe. I don't care how you do it, but you will. Bad Wolf never happened. You will fix it," his voice dripped with venom and promised retribution if she didn't do as she was told. He released his immobile captive and shoved her to the side as he reached back into the Tardis and brought out a small backpack and tossed it at her. "Everything you need or will need is in there." He pushed her farther away and pointed down the street and with a sarcastic air left her with his parting words, "Hotel is that way."

She stood holding the backpack with white knuckled hands and mouth hanging open as she tried to get her mind around what was happening to her. He pushed her farther away and stepped back into the Tardis as it started to fade out of existence with a flash of gold. Lyla took a step back and slowly turned the way he pointed and walked to the hotel. Her body was running on autopilot as she interacted with the front desk. Without thought, she reached into the bag that was her only possession in this universe and felt a flat object collide with her hand. She pulled out the mystery object and realized it was a wallet. Saying a silent thanks to the Tardis, she paid for the room for a couple of days to get her bearings. Lyla ventured up to her room and slid down the door when it clicked closed behind her. Tears slide down her cheeks like rivers after a rainstorm. Never ending and not stopping anytime soon.

What am I gonna do? I'm stuck here! My family… SAM! With that thought the crying turned into body shaking sobs. After the tears ran out and the room darkened, Lyla picked herself up and grabbed the gifted backpack and threw it on the bed where she followed. Once there she started to shift through the contents. Assets. Assets. She pulled out the first thing she touched which was the wallet again. She opened it to get a better understanding of what all the wallet held. She found that it was bigger on the inside and filled with cash and credit cards. Well, that helps with housing and food. Still need clothes. And a job. And what the hell am I gonna do here.

The next thing she pulled out was another much slimmer black leather flip-fold wallet. She opened that and feasted her eyes on the newly obtained physic paper. Well, that helps with getting an ID and any necessary papers for a job.

She reached back in and pulled out a laptop that was from her time. Thank every deity ever thought of. At least it wasn't a clunky thing from '04. Wait…. Was the laptop out yet? Was WIFI?! Oh, Sweet lord, please be a supercomputer… She turned the laptop on and the first thing she did was search desperately for the internet. Oh, thank you Tardis! Once google was pulled up she set it to the side to research later.

She pulled the backpack closer and started pulling out clothes. Jeans, shirts, shoes, underwear, and everything in-between. Lyla finally just took the backpack from the bottom and turned it upside down and shook it hard. Three items fell in her lap: a cell phone, a Tardis blue journal with what looked like a computerized lock on the front, and two beautiful sparkling silver bracelets. She took each new item and examined them extensively.

The phone was a standard flip phone… a razor. Oh, my freaking cheez-its. I remember these! Lyla, with an air of excitement, she flipped it open and sped through the settings, her mind full of memories of better, funnier, and easier times.

She set the phone down and picked up the journal and turned it over a couple times. Now how do I open this? Why would she give me this and not tell me how to open it? After messing around with the journal for a couple more minutes, Lyla finally fed up with it and said with a bit of bite in her tone and a little shake to the journal, "Open Sesame."

The lock clicked open and a faint computerized voice was heard, "New password accepted." Great. Just…great. Lyla flipped through the journal absentmindedly. Well, I guess she wants me to write my foreknowledge down.

She set down the journal and picked up one of the bracelets cautiously. Why am I suddenly afraid of a simple silver bracelet? She turned it over and noted the circling geometric pattern etched along the bracelet. She stared a little harder and was racking her brain for why those shapes looked familiar. Then it hit her, circular gallifreyan. Well fuck. How am I going to hide that from the Doctor? She cautiously and slowly slipped the gallifreyan bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet instantly resized and fit snugly around her wrist while the clasp vanished from site. That's freaky. She tugged on the bracelet fruitlessly. With a huff and a bone deep sigh she gave up and carelessly slid the second bracelet on her other wrist. What the fuck ever. Problem for another day. She held up her newly adorned wrist and noted that the second bracelet had tiny wolves etched along it. She gave an eyeroll and a snort but found both bracelets beautiful and slowly laid back on the bed. Within seconds she was fast asleep.

JUNE-FEBRUARY

Over the last eight months, Lyla found herself a fully furnished apartment, FLAT remember that. They are called flats here. She also set up some bank accounts and put three years' worth of money in it for rent and utilities that were on auto payments because she knew of the Doctors horrid driving skills. One thing that Lyla did the day after she arrived was use her supercomputer to research her family and found that they didn't exist in this universe. After she found that out a new round of tears followed.

She was 10 minutes from the Powell estate and 15 from Henrik's, where she now worked alongside Rose Tyler, the other new employee. Lyla's first-time meeting Rose she almost fangirled all over the poor women because she looked exactly like Billie Piper. How does that even work?

She still had plenty of cash and she didn't even touch the credit cards, seeing as half where in an alien languages for some reason and hadn't been translated yet. She also bought stock in several companies that she knew would be huge in the future. What is the use of foreknowledge if you can't help some worthy causes?

Lyla had written most of what she knew about the show Doctor Who in her Tardis journal and found that it was bigger on the inside as well. So, she started writing her day-to-day life and what she could change and couldn't change about people dying. She tried to have backup plans to backup plans and follow all the what ifs that she could possible imagine. Needless to say the journal became a catch-all place for hairbrained ideas and thoughts.

Lyla was also back and forth on the idea of telling the Doctor where she was from. Maybe after Canary Wharf. As time flew by it was 2005 and seeing as the Doctor should be showing up anytime to stop the Nestene Consciousness, Lyla was getting anxious. It should happen in March. Around the restart day of New Who, right? Hopefully.

AN

For the next several weeks I'm really giving this story an overhaul. I'm just going to be nitpicking at somethings while maybe adding and clarifying others, so stay tuned. If you saw an update from me it's probably just an old chapter getting revamped. I'm a teacher so I really only work on this during the weekend when I am not catching up with video games and family. Thanks in advance for the patience and support.

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