Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Doctor Who people, such as the Doctor, Rose, etc. 10th Doctor.

AN: First Doctor Who fanfic. This is after Rose and after Martha. I haven't seen much of the second series, I'm working on watching the rest. I know I have grammar errors. I simply wrote this for enjoyment.

Between mannequins coming to life, a spaceship crashing into Big Ben, and Cybermen roaming the streets, Chris was convinced there was something other then humans out there. She was curious, but not too curious. She spent time thinking to herself, wondering if aliens would be like the ones in Star Trek or Babylon 5 or something like that. It didn't really matter though, she continued her life as usual.

It all changed in one day.

Chris was sitting quietly on the bench, waiting for the bus to come and pick her up so she could head off to work. She worked as a secretary for a John Beltimier, one of the country's leading politicians. Recently he had gone missing. He returned a couple days later claiming that he simply wanted some time alone. In either case, he was a completely different man.

The bus arrived. As usual, she got on and took a seat towards the front. Once settled, she brought her brown hair up in a bun, not caring if it was messy. She went to work with the same hairstyle and same types of clothes. She wore her black slacks, she had a ton at home, and a white blouse. Her shoes were a black dress shoe with a short heel.

The bus ride took only five minutes. Once more Chris got off the bus, headed inside, made her way towards his office, and sat in the front room behind a desk and a computer. It was the same every day. Yet today, he was the one there first. She could hear him on the other side of the door, talking about some kind of Doctor. She didn't much pay attention, booting up the computer and bringing up his schedule to remind him, in case he didn't already know. But the words that he shouted got her attention.

"I want him dead. Bring him to my office once you've found him. If our plan to make the humans our slaves and take over the Earth is to work, he needs to be gone."

She heard the click as he hung up the phone and his steps heading towards the door. Immediately she turned back to the computer, acting like she was doing something. He opened the door and stepped out. She could feel him staring at her, but she didn't look.

"You're my secretary, correct?" He asked, clearing his throat.

That was slightly surprising. She had worked for him for months, he knew her name last time she checked.

"That's correct, sir." She smiled, glancing towards him before going back to the computer.

"Right. Well then..." he paused, thinking of what to say before continuing, "get me a coffee."

"Yes, sir." She got up and headed out the door.

Coffee? He never drank coffee, he drank tea. She was beginning to think that the man she had worked for was dead. This couldn't have been him. She also had a feeling that going to the police wouldn't do anything. He was a politician, if the police messed with him they'd be in trouble, not him. As she opened the door she was pushed to the side by a couple of police officers escorting a man towards John's office.

She paused for a moment before she decided to follow them. When the police headed out, she quickly jumped into a hallway that led to the bathrooms. Once they passed and headed out, she made her way towards the office once more, stopping outside the door. It was open, just by a crack. She could see inside.

Surprisingly, and lucky for her, John was using her desk, which was much easier to see from this angle. The man who had been escorted was looking around, bouncing on his toes in a manner that showed he was bored. He was wearing a brown pinstripe suit with a trench coat on top. His brown hair looked rather messy, but he himself looked rather handsome. That wasn't really important at the moment.

"So, Doctor." John started, crossing his arms with a rather accomplished look on his face. "You thought you could stop us from our little operation?"

"Actually, I didn't think." The man, who apparently was called Doctor, said as he continued to bounce on his feet. "I know. You see, you've been here for...what, a hundred years now? You've taken over hundreds of bodies and done it all wrong. You were suppose to get to the top of the rung, tell your little buddies that you had control, and then they were suppose to come down here and help you take over the planet. The little problem with that is that your little buddies are now wiped out. You lost communication with them a little while ago...it's because they blew up."

John's eyes narrowed considerably. He had been keeping his hands behind his back the entire time. His arm began to move, a gun barely seen in his hand from her angle. The Doctor probably didn't see it. Without as much as a thought, she burst through the door and headed towards her desk.

"Sorry, I had forgotten to grab money for the coffee, silly me." She said, smiling towards the two of them as she went towards the drawer.

Yet, she had a feeling it wasn't going to be that easy. She felt strong arms wrap around her and a cold metal thing pressing against the side of her head. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes fully on the Doctor. He had stopped his bouncing, his hands remained however in his jacket pockets.

"If I won't take over the race, then I'll toss it into chaos. I want you to witness this, the death of an innocent human thanks to you trying to save the universe. You stupid Time Lords, getting into everything. At least you're the last one, and soon..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Chris' elbow slammed into his side. She turned, grabbing his gun and twisting it towards him and pulling the trigger. She didn't mean to do the last bit, pull the trigger. She stumbled back, horrified at what she had done. John stared around for a moment before he collapsed to the ground.

The Doctor just stood there for a moment, blinking and scratching his head before glancing towards her then back to John. She didn't move, merely horrified that she had just killed a man. After a moment, the Doctor spoke.

"Well, then." He started, "you just killed an alien life form. Thankfully, there aren't any others left, that I know of at least...unthankfully the police will think you killed John Beltimier and possibly arrest you...thankfully, you saved my life. So...hmm." He thought a bit more, returning to bouncing on his toes before he grinned towards her. "What would you think if I told you that I could travel through space and time?"

She simply stared at him. She was way too overloaded at the moment. She had just killed someone and now he was talking about traveling through space and time. She felt a bit dizzy and a tad bit nauseous.

"Well I can...you're welcome to come with for a ride." He gave her a grin and continued to bounce on his toes.

Her brain was overloaded with thoughts. Finally it consumed her and she passed out.