"Hey there," I forced a smile as I stood up straighter behind the counter as a middle aged woman stood in front of me, wearing a pink cardigan and slinging her leather purse on her hand, "How may I help you?"

The woman sniffed and slung her bag back. She held her head high and smoothed out a pile of curls. "I would like to have the highest rated children's books you have here. And very well known ones,"

I pointed to the shelves on the right, beside the window, "Children's section. I would suggest The Adventure Series or The Book Thief. Life changing ones, those were, for me at least," I murmured, and the woman held up a hand.

"I didn't want the whole backstory, girl, just the book names. It's not like your opinions are going to change my choices anyway," She sniffed, and walked toward the shelves I pointed to, her heels clacking loudly. I only said that the books had changed my life, what was her problem?

At that moment, another woman walked in. Mrs Patterson. She always pretended to know more about the books. As if she'd even read a single book in her life. Everyone asked for her stupid opinion. Her and her stupid sickly sweet voice and her silk cardigans and Prada purses.

"Ah, Matilda!" The other woman said, and I rolled my eyes as the two of them hugged and air kissed. What, is this like a soap opera now? "I was waiting for you to come,"

"Allison!" Mrs Patterson gushed, and slung her purse behind her back.

"I was planning on getting a book for Harold for his birthday. His mother insisted that it had to be a book,"

"Oh! That's wonderful, and you've certainly come to the right person," Mrs Patterson said, fixing her hair and patting Allison's shoulder.

"Of course, I just need your opinion on what I should get him, he likes mysteries,"

Didn't you just ask me? Mrs Patterson, on the other hand, made a huge show of thinking hard. "I would suggest the Mystery Series or maybe The Three Investigators," I offered, but Allison tutted and held up her hand. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Also, my nephew isn't five. Matilda, what do you think?"

Mrs Patterson made a big show of thinking and then snapped her perfectly manicured fingers, smiling widely. "Ah! I've got it! How about The Three Investigators?"

She picked up a book from the shelf and held it out to Allison, who grabbed the book from her and looked at it. "Ah, this is wonderful for my dear Harry!"

It's also what I suggested, woman. Allison seemed to light up completely and regard the book as a piece of genius when just six seconds ago, she'd dismissed the thought of even getting it. Rude. And not ginger. At least the Doctor listened to what people had to say, though, no matter how rude and not ginger he was.

I slumped back on the counter as I sat down and rested my head on my hand, looking out of the window pointlessly. I was an idiot to think that a job at the bookstore actually meant people would listen to what I say or at least consider my suggestions, but no, Mrs Patterson was the one they went to.

"One grilled cheese sandwich, please," I said, pushing a ten dollar bill across the counter. The man behind the counter took it without looking and pulled out a white triangle from the refrigerator nearby and gave it to me.

"Thank you," I murmured, and walked toward a table outside, and picked up a packet of ketchup from the bowl near the door.

I sat on a table with two black metal chairs facing the busy road. I flicked away a bit of the peeling black paint of the chair from my hand as I dragged the chair back to sit on it. I opened the ketchup packet and squeezed some onto my sandwich as I bit into it.

I looked at all the cars, buses, and people travelling across the road, some speeding and some going slowly. There were so many fascinating people on the streets- each one had a story behind them. I could make stories about them in my head all day- hopefully mostly good ones, though.

I turned to the front of the table as someone else dragged the chair opposite to mine to sit on. It was a redhead with a coffee and a bagel, wearing a brown overcoat. Correction- MY brown overcoat. "You're late. And wearing my overcoat," I bit into my sandwich and licked the crumbs off my lips.

She shrugged and sat down, taking a sip of her coffee. "I wore it to impress Dylan, and he asked me out! Also, I responded with 'Allons Y' like you always say for everything, so it was for a good cause!"

"Why don't you just watch the show like a normal person?"

She put the coffee cup down, wisps of smoke spiralling from it into the air. She licked her lips and shrugged, "Because normal people don't obsess over fictional sci fi shows,"

Ouch. I frowned and pulled down the plastic covering of my sandwich, "You mean people like Dylan,"

She flinched and smacked her lips, "He's cute, I can do with a slight Doctor Who obsession for that," I raised an eyebrow and she smiled unabashedly. "By the way, today, the power went cut and I asked who turned out the lights, and it seemed to scare the shit out of him, and get this,"

"He thought you made a reference about the Vashta Nerada?" I asked her monotonously, leaning back on my chair.

Her eyes widened and she pointed her finger at me. "Exactly! I had to smile and nod and pretend that I knew what he meant,"

"Must've been scary," I shook my head in an exaggerated fashion, my hair bobbing about as I did so.

"Tell me about it," She took another sip of her coffee and cupped her face with her other hand, "But it was worth it because he thinks I made that reference on purpose, and maybe he likes me even more now," She grinned at the road and sighed.

"Who is his favourite Doctor, by the way?" I turned to look at the road too.

"I don't know, maybe an orthopaedic? He seems like that kind of guy,"

"I didn't mean it that way," I sighed, and finished up my sandwich.

"Did you know that he has this cute way of telling people to calm down?"

"Well, no-"

"He says 'Don't be lasagne'!" I turned toward her, crumpling up the plastic. "I don't know what it means, but it's so cute, don't you think? And he's so concentrated and level headed but his jokes are always the best! Don't you think he's perfect?"

"He's also very Twelve," I took her coffee cup and took a sip of it, shuddering as the warm liquid hit my oesophagus. I winked at her, smiling, "I approve,"

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You do? That's a first,"

"Well, anyone's better than Cristian," I shrugged as we got up to go to the bus stop, "Compared to Mr Thick Thick Thickity Thickface from Thicktown, Thickania, a DoctorWho fan wouldn't be so bad,"

"Hey!" She elbowed me, "Calling Doctor Who a kids show doesn't mean he's the biggest idiot in town,"

"It kinda does," I shrugged and threw the plastic into a trash can nearby.

I had just showed out another customer when I jumped as the familiar sound of my phone ringing hit my ears. I felt around the table for it and stood up, looking in my chair in case I had sat on it. "Oh, of course," I muttered, as I reached for the black purse slung across the back of my chair. I reached into it, pushing through all the other things I had in there until I finally found it.

I picked the phone up and answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Guess what happened?"

"The Time Lords think you're the Hybrid and The Order of the Phoenix is here to stop them from capturing you?" I deadpanned as I sat back down and leaned down on the table, resting the elbow of the hand with my phone on it on the table, running my other hand through my dark hair.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Alice said from the other line. I pictured her eyebrow raised with a poker face.

"You asked me to guess what happened. I did," I shrugged.

"Seriously, Liza? Do we have to go through with this all the time?" One hundred percent chance of an exasperated eye roll, "Why can't you just listen to what I have to say?"

"Because you keep asking for my opinion and then say that you didn't want to hear it anyway," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "Anyway, what happened?"

"I may have told Dylan that I was trying to get you into Doctor Who and it may have ended up in him coming over to have a marathon with me after work so that he can give you some background info or something,"

"Are you kidding me? You may have told him?"

"Ugh, you know what I mean, can you not be so grumpy for five minutes and listen to what I have to say?"

"Okay, okay," I rolled my eyes. It's not like I had been doing that for the longest time, right? "What do you have to say?"

"I'm going to need your help so I can appear to look like a nerd in front of Dylan, so you're going to have to pretend like you know nothing about Doctor Who except that it's a kids show and has something to do with aliens,"

"I guess it's a-"

"You can do it?" She exclaimed excitedly, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear and flinch, "Great, I need you to spew out some facts which are the opposite of the actual thing so that I can correct you,"

"No, I was saying that-" I shook my head and stood up.

"And I'm going to have to exchange rooms with you for a while, just move all those pictures of your mom and dad to mine so that it can look like I'm a total Doctor Who nerd," She said, cutting me off. I shook my head again and gaped a little.

"No, we're not-"

"Aw, thanks so much! Bye!" She hung up and I almost slammed the phone down and threw my hands up in the air, "Why can't she listen to me for once?!"

I ran a hand through my hair and groaned, walking across the store, closing my eyes and almost pulling my hair out. "Why can't anyone listen to me for once?! Ugh!"

I stepped into the metal elevator, and was about to close the doors when a middle aged man wearing a green sweater came running in. "Liza, would you be a dear and stop the elevator from closing?" He was a few yards away as the doors started closing. I pressed the button, and the doors started opening. Mr Jeffrey entered the elevator, wheezing like he'd run a marathon, and put his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

"Thanks," He wheezed, and I smiled back in return, pressing the buttons for both our floors. "Did you hear about Mabel and that new boy who moved into 504?"

I sighed leaned against the walls, "What did that poor guy do this time?"

"Apparently he had some sort of a gathering and one of his friends called her something, er, inappropriate,"

"Ah. The New Year party he had. Alice said that it was wild after I had run away from there," I laughed, and he stood up.

"Why did you run away?"

I shuddered, images of sweaty dancers and loud music coming to my mind, "It wasn't really my thing, to be frank,"

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and faced me. "Liza, this is the time of your life! You need to enjoy it before you grow up and end up having to listen to your wife and son keep complaining about the neighbors,"

"But I really don't enjoy-"

"Don't make excuses like that, I'm telling you." The elevator pinged, and the doors opened. He walked out and held the door open from the other side, "One day, you're gonna be sitting in your house, working for some company and be so busy. Enjoy your time being free while you can,"

The doors shut and I muttered, "I work at a bookstore!"

I sighed as the elevator went up to my floor, and pinged as the doors opened. I walked out, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. I put my hand in and fished my key out as I approached my front door. I heard voices of two people laughing as I turned the key.

"I'm home!" I walked in and took my shoes off before stepping on the carpet (I did NOT want to be killed by Alice and the landlord at any cost).

"Finally!" Alice was sitting next to a brown haired guy who was wearing a grey shirt and jeans. "We were going to start without you!"

"Really?" I muttered and put my bag on the wooden table. "Hey, you must be Dylan," I looked at the man, who nodded and grinned. "And you must be L:iza. Alice has told me so much about you,"

"Likewise," I said, and went to sit next to them. "So, what are we watching?" I hoped we weren't going to start all the way from series one- I was already in series 8 in my rewatch- and even if it was series one, not the very first episode. "Alice said something about a Doctor Who marathon,"

"Yeah, she said that we needed to get you into the show, and I'm a specialist at that," Alice turned on the TV and went on to look for the show, grinning at him, "You should totally get her into the show,"

I fought the urge to glare at her, and forced a smile. Why did I have to get myself into all this nonsense? Oh, right. Alice would be ruined if I didn't. She seriously owed me big time for this. "We're gonna start with the first episode, of course," Dylan said, and I smiled at him, "Sounds exciting!" Even though I've seen the episode a million times. "It's not the best opener, but it is really good on a rewatch,"

"Isn't anything better on a rewatch?" Alice said as she put on series one of Doctor Who. The opening credits rolled, and I had to resist the urge to start yelling the tune out loud and instead look at the screen while Dylan did the same thing I wished to do.

We watched the first half of the episode, till the part where poor Mickey got eaten by a garbage can when Alice paused the episode and looked at me from behind Dylan, her eyebrows raised in a 'how the hell do you even like this' expression. I made a face at her and looked at Dylan, who was staring at the screen even though it was paused. "It's good so far, actually," I said, knowing that Alice found it ridiculous. "This Doctor guy is cool, although, I wonder how he even travels in such a small box," I obviously knew the answer, but, I had to pretend to be a complete idiot in front of him because otherwise, Alice would get jeopardized big time.

"You'll find out soon," He was grinning, like he couldn't wait for me to find out. Of course, I had to pull a Twelfth Doctor for this and end up pretending to act like my entire understanding of physical space had been transformed, but who knows? Maybe that would be fun. "You'll find it brilliant! Hopefully,"

"I'll be back in a minute, I need to use the bathroom," Alice got up and went toward the other end of the house across the hall, and Dylan turned to me. "So, what shows do you like?"

I shrugged, leaning back on the brown couch, "I don't know, really," Since I'm pretending to not like my favorite show, "I like the Big Bang Theory, but otherwise, I'm not that big on TV shows, you?"

"Mostly Doctor Who, I mean, once you get into it, nothing compares to it in my opinion, at least," He shrugged, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, "I mean, it's so different every episode, and-"

He was cut off as a huge scream sounded from the bathroom, and something shattered. I quickly stood up and ran toward the bathroom, not noticing or caring about the center table which I had bumped my foot in. "What happened?!" I yelled as Dylan caught up with me.

"The mirror, it's- it's- it's alive!" Her response came through, and I started knocking the door.

"What do you mean it's- open the door!" I continued banging on it as Dylan said, "How can a mirror be alive? Is this a prank?"

"I-I can't! It's alive, Liza, it's actually alive!" She sounded like she was sobbing, and I continued hitting the door, "What do you mean you can't open it?! Turn the lock!"

"I can't pull my hand out!"

"What do you mean?! You're scaring me, Alice, get to the damn point!"

"I mean that I can't pull my hand out!"

I continued banging on the door, and Dylan said, Do you have some sort of a key to open it? Maybe I could go get it or something,"

"Liza, it's pulling me in even more and it's all blobby in the other parts!" She screamed, and I banged even more on the door, this time more intent on doing something else, "Never mind the key, just smash the damn door!"

"Do you know how many damages that can potentially cause? Just tell me where the key is and I'll get it!"

"My best friend is potentially being killed by a living mirror! Get some perspective!"

"It could all just be a prank, you know!"

"Do I sound like I'm pranking you?!" Alice screamed from inside and I backed up a little as I attempted to kick the wooden door open. "Oh my God, it's pulling me even farther!"

"Alice, hold on, I'll try to come in!" I backed up even more and kicked the door again, "Goddammit!" I screamed as pain shot up my leg.

"Hold on, I've got this!" Dylan came running with- a spoon? "Great, we've got a killer mirror and you're gonna defeat it with a spoon!"

"It's not for the mirror, it's for the door!"

"Give it here!" I grabbed it from him and rammed it into the doorknob and turned it roughly, not caring whether I'd broken the lock or not, and threw the door open.

The mirror was rippling in all directions, metallic bumps moving around back and forth. In the middle of a metallic spiral was Alice's hand, starting from the elbow, struggling to pull back.

"It's actually alive!" Dylan gasped. I ran across the room and pulled on Alice's waist. She was screaming as she was getting pulled in further. I pulled hard, straining against the mirror's pull.

"Wait, there's no reflection!" Dylan yelled, running toward us, still transfixed on the mirror. "I'm getting pulled in, for God's sake!" I pulled Alice, who was getting pulled in faster now.

"Something is coming through!" Dylan yelled.

My feet staggered as I hit the wall. I then lurched forward as she was getting pulled in. "I could really use your help, you know!"

"But there's something coming out of the mirror!"

"Alice is gonna get pulled in the mirror if you don't help!"

"There's something getting out of the mirror, didn't you listen to me?!"

I staggered forward and Alice shrieked. Her arm was fully in- and the mirror was pulling her harder. "That's a problem we can focus on later!"

"What, and get killed by it later?"

"Dylan, I agree with Liza, help me!" I struggled to keep Alice's body on the ground as she started almost getting suspended in the air.

"Look at that, it looks like a hand-"

"I don't care if it's shaped like a freaking Dalek, we need to help Alice, moron!" I was slowly getting suspended myself. Alice was getting pulled in at a faster rate and it was up till her armpit.

At that moment, a familiar sound reached my ears. "Which idiot is calling me now?!" I yelled, "And why is it so loud?!"

"I thought you weren't a Doctor Who fan!"

"Not our biggest priority now, is it?" Alice screamed as the sound got louder.

"Okay, that doesn't sound like a phone, unless your phone can walk and amplify by a hundred!"

"Not our primary concern at the moment!" Alice and I yelled. I staggered even more, and the TARDIS noise intensified. Something pulled me in and I struggled to hold on to Alice.

I felt my grip on her loosening. "Liza, don't let me go!" Alice screamed, and I tried to resist the pull. "I won't, I'm trying to hold on!"

"Oh. My. God." Dylan gasped as walls materialized around us and fluctuated. My grip on Alice was loosening as the TARDIS kept materializing around us. "No, Alice!" I tightened my grip and tried to pull a screaming Alice as the pull of the TARDIS was getting stronger.

"Liza don't let go!"

The walls were becoming more solid. The pull intensified. So did the one on Alice. My grip loosened. Screams from me and Alice. My grip failed. "NO!"

Alice screamed, as the walls fully materialized. "Liza!" Alice left me completely. The walls were completely solid now. "You've got to be kidding me-" Dylan gasped.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story here and I'm half excited and half nervous about it! This is gonna be a little different from many of the 'Oc from our world meets the Doctor' ones mainly because 1) There's gonna be a bunch of changes in the actual plots and 2) Liza's reaction to everything is gonna be a little- well, you'll see in the next chapter lol. I'm gonna be updating once in a couple of days (I don't have an update schedule, the last time I did, things did not go as planned). I really hope you guys liked the chapter and thanks so much for reading! Please leave a review, it would mean a lot! Bye!