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"Oh no, girl, what's wrong with you today?" The Eleventh Doctor gave a dramatic sigh as he pulled a trigger here, pushed a button there, and finally slumped down on a plush chair conveniently right next to the TARDIS console. He gave it a little flick on the side for good measure, and the TARDIS gave a slight rumble in response.

"So, where are we going today? And where did that chair come from?"

The Doctor looked up tiredly at Amelia Pond, who was standing right in front of him, eyebrows raised. "Well, I don't know!" the Doctor cried, exasperated. "The old girl's not happy today, we could end up anywhere!" In response to this, the plush chair disappeared at once, causing the Doctor to fall in an undignified fashion onto the floor.

"Ummm…" Rory peered over at the Doctor from over his wife's shoulder. "According to this screen, we're in America. Washington, to be precise."

The Doctor brightened from his place on the floor. "I love America! When are we? The 1.5 billionth century is quite interesting! Please tell me we're in the 1.5 billionth!"

"We're in the 21st century, actually. In some place called Forks." Rory deadpanned.

Amy and Rory watched interestedly as the Doctor visibly deflated. "It's okay then," he mumbled to himself, snapping his suspenders. "We can just stay here." Suddenly, the Doctor realized the TARDIS was silent. Too quiet, actually. All her engines seemed to have shut down.

"Well," said Amy.

"Okay…" said Rory.

"Erhogh," said the Doctor.

"Looks like the TARDIS wants us to go to Forks. So, why not? Doct-or?" Amy asked, as she linked arms with Rory and dragged him out the blue doors.

The Doctor watched as the door shut behind them. "Why, girl?" he moaned as he picked himself up off the floor and agonisingly followed them. As he left, the Doctor heard a quiet, creaking sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

The Doctor stumbled through the rocky path chasing Amy and Rory, until he lopsidedly came to a stop beside them. "Woah."

Amy and Rory were frozen, and having a staring contest with a large wolf. A rather large, snarling and angry wolf. Amy's eyes flickered to the Doctor. "Doctor…" she drew out the word. "It's going to attack us!"

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Right. Hello, wolf!" He whipped out trusty screwdriver and "sonic-ed" the creature in front of them. At the noise, the creature yelped and whined, folding its large ears. It then morphed into a man. He was shirtless, and had an…interesting set of abdominal muscles.

"Is that a werewolf?" Amy asked.

"Hah! Werewolf my pinstriped suit!" the Doctor laughed. "No offense," he added, with a quick look at the stranger. "That's a shapeshifter," he continued, "nowhere near as cool as a werewolf, but still."

He gave another quick glance at the person in front of them. "Again, no offense. Nice fur colour though. Like rust. What was it called again? Russet. Russet! I want to be Russet! It's going on the list right after ginger. Anyway, we'll just be off!" He hurriedly tugged on Rory and Amy's sleeves and made to drag them back to the TARDIS. "Bye!"

The Doctor gave a hasty wave at the fierce looking person in front of him whose mouth was open in a wolfish snarl. "WHATDIDYOUDOWITHMYBELLA?" the person shouted.

"Why does he need an umbrella?" Rory muttered to Amy.

The Doctor however, understood. "Ah, unfortunately…there was a rather regrettable incident during a previous incarnation, and…" he had an extremely grave lexpression, before seeing the murderous look on the other person's face. "Seems like we'll have to stay here a jiffy longer," he sighed.

"I mean - I can help you find your Bella! Trust me." The Doctor winked, and then began awkward sweeping movements with his arms, holding his sonic in one hand and a nail clipper in the other.

Suddenly, the young man began screaming. His began to hunch over, limbs lengthening, fur growing and shrinking. There was more shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking.

"It's really cute!"

"Fluffy."

"Still Russet."

Amy, Rory and the Doctor were squatting down and eyeing a russet, fluffy harmless puppy as it playfully pawed at the Doctor's shoe.

The Doctor looked interestedly at the bright green light of his screwdriver. "Funny, it's never happened like that before…"

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That's it for Jacob! (Yes, it was Jacob.)

Reading back over this chapter, I feel like it's sort of incomplete – I'm not really happy with this chapter T_T

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