A/N: Ok, next ones here AND IT HAS THE DOCTOR THIS TIME! though he isn't mentioned by name yet, but you better be able to know who he is or shame on you. nah i'm just kidding. Sorry it took me a bit longer then expected to get this one up, there were thunderstorms here and mom made me unplug the computer. Well enjoy, and please please please review!

The next day dawned bright and hot. By the time Lia had finished feeding the horses and chickens, her hair had already dried from the shower she'd taken before. Lia looked up at the clock in the barn and exclaimed in alarm; she should have left for work almost fifteen minutes ago. She hurriedly stomped up the stairs to her room, not even bothering to take her Doc Martins off. She grabbed her work shirt off her dresser, but then pause for a moment. The key that she'd found the other day lay right next to where her shirt had just been. She'd taken it off when she went to take a shower, and it had gotten thrown rather haphazardly onto the dresser. She looked at it now, wondering if she should take it with her. She had half decided to leave it behind, when on a whim she scooped it up and fastened it around her neck.

She ran as fast as she could to the shed and her bike. She was just about to kick start the bike when suddenly she felt something burning near her chest. She looked down and pulled the key from beneath her shirt by the chain and looked at it. It was glowing. She hesitantly reached out to touch the key and found it hot to the touch.

"What the hell..." she whispered slightly mesmerized by the golden glow.

Eventually the glow began to fade, and she remembered how she was going to be late for work if she didn't hurry, so she pulled the key off from around her neck and stuffed it in her pocket.

She sped down the road, trying to keep her mind from drifting back to the key instead of the road. Thankfully there weren't any cars around this morning, but the dry weather had left the dirt roads loose, creating massive dust clouds that made it difficult to see. It was times like theses that she was thankful for the visor on her helmet.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared a shape in the dust, right in the middle of the road. Lia hit the breaks, trying to keep control of the bike. Her tires screeched and the gravel underneath her gave out, causing her to skid sideways. She screamed as she sped uncontrollably towards the object, using all her strength to keep the bike upright. By some miracle she only grazed the corner of the object, and she came to a stop a few feet away.

When the dust had finally settled and Lia had gathered herself again, she turned around to look at what the hell she had nearly crashed into. She almost didn't believe her eyes when she saw it.

Standing in the middle of the road, was a great blue box. Lia was dumbstruck. She'd never seen anything like it before in her life, and what exactly it was doing in the middle of the road she had no idea. She took off her helmet and parked her bike on the side of the road and went to get a closer look; she was going to be late now anyways.

Upon closer examination, she noticed that the blue box had the words "Police Public Call Box" written on each side. She walked around it and crouched down to examine the side that she had hit. It really wasn't that bad. There were a few scrapes in the wood, and a chunk and been broken off of the corner, but otherwise it seemed undamaged.

She jumped up with a start, when all of a sudden a man appeared out of the box through a pair of doors. He was tall and skinny, and despite the temperature, he was wearing a suit and trench coat paired oddly enough with a pair of beat up white converses. He didn't seem to be more then a few years older then Lia herself.

"You crashed into my Tardis!" he exclaimed in a British accent. He ran around the side of the box and ran his hand through his already messy hair. "And you damaged the paint job, oh well done. What'd you do that for eh?" he stopped and looked at Lia, who was still slightly startled by the mans sudden appearance.

She finally found her voice again. "I didn't do it on purpose!" she said as the man continued to walk around the sides of the box checking for more damage. "What did you expect to happen by leaving it in the middle of the road?"

"Road?" he said, head popping out from around the corner. "Last I checked, it was standing on a hilltop just north of Surrey. No roads! Well," he said coming back around to stand next to Lia. "Not for another, uh two hundred years. Give or take." he muttered shaking his head.

He turned to look at Lia. "Oh and out of curiosity, where exactly am I?"

"You mean you don't know?" she said with a touch of skepticism.

"Yeah, well, I travel a lot. Sometimes I get a bit, well, er, lost." he admitted.

"You're in Ashton."

"Ashton what?"

"Nebraska."

"You mean America?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "What year?"

"What year?" Lia couldn't believe this.

"Yes what year is it? Somewhere in the late 20th century I'm guessing, going by the clothes." he said gesturing to Lia's worn jeans, Doc Martins and open flannel shirt.

"It's 1992." she said crossing her arms. "Has been for over six months. Might want to check your calender more often."

"The 90's!" the man exclaimed dismay, spinning around. "Why the 90's? Nothing really happens in the 90's! Weeell," he paused for a moment to think about it. "Internet, reality TV, boy bands." he shuddered a bit. "Cloned sheep, Titanic, no wait that isn't out yet..." he trailed off. "But nothing truly...monumental." he walked back over to the box. "Why on Earth did you take me here old girl?" he muttered rubbing it's side like it was a pet or something.

This guy was starting to weird Lia out. "Ok, well if that's all then," she said backing over to her motorcycle. "I really got to go," she pointed her thumb at her bike. "I'm really late for work." she turned around to leave.

"Oh well if you want I could give you a lift. Wouldn't take any time at all." he called after her pointing to the box.

"No, no I'm fine thanks," she waved back at him. "have fun with your...blue box." she said and sped off down the road.

By the time she pulled into the dinners parking lot she was nearly a half hour late.

"Where the hell have you been?" exclaimed Tiff in a whisper, when Lia came in the back door. "I've had to cover for you for the past like hour! Told Carla you called me earlier this mornin' sayin you had car trouble, or motorcycle trouble, or whatever. You're never late, what the hell happened?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Lia said as she tied her apron around her waist.

"Oh come on, try me."

"Alright," she put her hands on her hips. "I was on my way in when I crashed into a giant blue box in the middle of the road. A British guy walked out of it and asked me where and when he was, then started spurting gibberish when I told him it was 1992. Then he stroked the box like it was his favorite cat or something, and then offered me a ride here in it."

"Ok, yeah you're right I don't believe you." Tiff said after a moment.

"Told ya you wouldn't."

"But seriously, British?"

"I love how out of everything I just told you, you find the fact that he's British the most interesting." Lia said taking out some orders.

"But really! Did he have like bad teeth and stuff? Was he all like "ello govnah, fancy a cuppa tea"?" Tiff asked with a laugh, doing a very bad British accent.

"No." Lia scoffed.

"And you said he came out of a box?" she asked skeptically. "Like what a cardboard box?"

"What? No, it looked like one of those telephone booths that they have in England, ya know? Only it said "Police Public Call Box" on the side, and it was blue instead of red." she said miming the quotation marks in the air

"And it was just standin in the middle of the road?"

"Yep."

"Well that's a damn good place for it." Tiff said sarcastically.

"That's what I thought!"

"Well hows that for an eventful mornin?"

The rest of the day went by like usual. The midmorning/brunch rush came in the the church crowd, lasting until nearly one o'clock, and kept Lia and Tiff on their toes all morning. Despite the strange morning, Lia was actually having a pretty good day; tips were high, and so far everything had been running smoothly.

She had just finished wiping down one of the booth tables when something out the front window caught her attention. There, walking around main street, was the strange man who'd come out of the blue box. Lia couldn't believe it. She walked over to the window and watched him. He was walking every which way down the sidewalk across the street, waving around something that looked like some kind of fancy flashlight. Every few feet he'd hold the thing up to look at it, then he'd wave it back in front of himself and change directions. It was almost ridiculous to watch.

"Hey Tiff, get a look at this." she called.

Tiff came over and stood next to her, following her gaze out the window. "What we lookin at?" she asked.

"That guy, over there with the trench coat. He's the guy that came out of the phone box I crashed into."

"The tall skinny guy?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Well you never said he was attractive." Tiff said, leaning against the table, shamelessly enjoying the view.

"Attractive?" scoffed Lia looking at her friend. "He's not – well maybe if he –yeah, ok, maybe he does have some nice characteristics." Lia admitted leaning against the table too, resting her head in her hand.

"Really nice hair." commented Tiff. "What'cha think he's doing?"

"Who knows," sighed Lia. "He's probably just weirdo or something."

"Ladies," Carla called causing both of them to jump. "I'm not paying you to be window displays, back to work."

"You're barely paying us at all." taunted Tiff, picking up some dishes off a table.

Lia finished wiping off the rest of the tables when suddenly she felt something hot against her leg. She looked down and saw nothing there, then she remembered the key in her pocket. She pulled it out by the chain. It was glowing again.

"Again?" she whispered in despair. "Why do you keep doing this?"

She swore the key almost vibrated in response, then it suddenly went cool again. She shook her head. She must have gotten conked on the head or something this morning when she hit that phone box. Speaking of which, she stole a glance out the front window, seeing if the strange man was still out there, but he'd long gone.

"Hey Lia, I need a hand back here!" called Tiff from the back, pulling Lia back to reality. She clipped the chain around her neck and pushed the key under the edge of her polo and went back to work.

Ok, what'd ya think? PM me, review i don't care, just let me know! Next chapter should be up in a couple of days; apparentlt we have my sister coming in from out of town tomorrow and my internet connection's been on the fritz so who knows. until then, favorite, review, and tell your friends! ah-goodnight!