Ureshiitamago: I hope I got the 9thdoctors personality down…I hope he doesn't seem OOC. If he does, I'm sorry, and will try harder…though that's kinda hard to do when I'm keeping track of 3 different universes and thinking about starting another…sometimes I think I purposely do this to punish myself…I think I'll alternate updating this one and my Merlin fanfic to accompany updating my One Piece fanfic ('cause that's my main focus)

Memkadoragopanon Reede Potts: I think you should call me Mem in the future.

Ureshiitamago: *types furiously* There, better?

Mem: Much.

Ureshiitamago: Yaay! *Grabs another random passersby*

Random Passerby: Again?

Ureshiitamago: Have I already grabbed you?

Random Passerby: Yes.

Ureshiitamago: Oh, good. You know what to do then.

Random Passerby: *sighs* Ureshiitamago doesn't own Doctor who, just her character and any original time-escapades.

Ureshiitamago: Thank you, dearie. Here's a cookie. (::) *turns to audience* Enjoy, my lovies!

"Say…" I said, looking at him curiously. His eyebrow rose again. I thought that I would get used to seeing that.

"Doctor…who?"

Chapter 2: In Which Doctor is Doctor, and Mem is a Cat

He laughed as I finished. But it was sort of a sardonic I-really-didn't-want-you-to-say-that laugh instead of a normal laugh. My tail started to swish nervously, and my ears pricked forward.

"No…" He said, looking serious, but mischievous at the same time. "Just Doctor." I nodded slowly.

"So…You are Doctor…" I pointed at him. "Who uses a sonic screwdriver…" I pointed to the sonic screwdriver that was in his pocket. "…and you live on the TARDIS." I pointed at the glowy green thing. He nodded with a smile on his face.

"Yup." He popped the 'p'. He looked me up and down, and his eyes found my wand holster. He pointed at it. "What's that?" He asked. I looked at my wand for a moment before taking it out of the holster.

"It's my wand. Made of Talarop, 12 inches, slightly springy, mermaid hair and griffin feather core." He made a move to take it, but I pulled it back with a frown. "What's the magic word?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"You have got to be joking." My glare intensified. "Perhaps not…" He mumbled before adding; "Please." I smiled and handed it over. He turned it around in his hands a few times.

"How does this work?" He asked, holding it the wrong way around. I grasped the end.

"Not like that." I took it from him. "Here, I'll levitate something as a demonstration." In my country, you practiced with it for 50 years after you got it, and then it was put away for 20 years until you could legally use it as an adult. Doctor pulled his sonic out of his pocket and placed it onto the ground. I pointed my wand at it.

"Meltu tomratha." I raised my wand, feeling the magic flow through me. The screwdriver rose as my wand did, and didn't wobble. Proud of myself, I raised it to Doctor's chin height, and raised my own eyebrow at him. He plucked his screwdriver from the air, and examined it while I put a stopper on the magic flowing through me.

"Are there any chips in it?" He asked. I looked at him quizzically, and then examined my wand.

"No, it isn't chipped." I said, looking for any cracks as well. "No cracks either." He sighed.

"No, I mean electronic chips." He said. I stared at him, and then shook my head slowly. His hands flung themselves up into the air. "Then how does it work?" He cried. I crossed my arms and stared at him broodingly.

"Haven't you been listening? Magic. Same way I can do this." I transformed into my cat form. My cat form was quite pretty really, unlike my human form, where the colors for my cat form didn't exactly match anything that I wore. Then again, cats always made everything look so regal and elegant, even an orange and green striped tabby cat with glowing green eyes. My fur was long for a shorthair, but not so long that it was a pain to keep clean. I unsheathed my ivory claws, and examined them for sharpness. While in battle, most humans would only have up to two or four weapons, but cats could have 18 weapons plus biting. I looked back up at the Doctor once I was satisfied that all my claws were sharpened and battle ready. He was staring at me blankly. I sighed, and returned to my anthro-ness.

"Do you understand now? Magic. Where I come from, science is fiction, not the other way around." He looked at me in surprise.

"A complete alternate universe where everything is backwards and anything can happen! Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe it's because you were trying to convince yourself that there was something sciency going on." I said. He looked at me again.

"Your brother. Was the skeleton the same size as him?" He asked. I felt startled at the sudden change in topic.

"Yes, it was." I replied. "It even had that nick it its skull where he had accidently fell and hit his head when he was 22." I said. Suddenly, a hand was being held in front of my face.

"Hold up a mo. 22?" He asked. I nodded. He pointed at me. "How old are you?"

"100 years." I said. "I am officially an adult." He held his screwdriver in my face again, and I grabbed my cat ears, trying to shield them from the sound. He fiddled around with it before looking back at me.

"You really are 100!" He exclaimed. "Fantastic!" I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"What's so surprising about that?" I asked. "Most people in my country would consider 100 as young." His eyes lit up, and I was lost for a moment.

"Really?" He smiled, showing pearly whites. "Fantastic!" He clapped his hands and then rubbed them together enthusiastically. Then, he suddenly seemed to remember the conversation we had been having before the topic of ages came up.

"So, the skeleton was the same size as your brother, and it had the same chip in its skull where he had hit his head on a table?" He asked. I nodded my head in conformation, and my mood instantly darkened. Even thinking about what had happened scared me. Doctor mumbled under his breath as he looked at a flat glowy part that was constantly changing pictures. I pointed to it, honestly curious.

"What's that?" I asked politely. I had a feeling that I shouldn't be interrupting him while he was working, but curiosity was my fatal flaw. (Well, it was every cat's fatal flaw.) He looked at me in surprise. I held up my hands in mock defense.

"Science is fiction where I come from, remember?" I said. He nodded.

"Well, Mem. To answer your spoken question, this is a monitor." He gestured to the thing that was flashing pictures. "To put it simply, it lets me see things that I need to see." I nodded, that made sense.

"To answer your unspoken question…" he went on. "Yes, it will help me figure out what happened to Remdasnarcha." I felt surprised that he had known what my underlying question was. A thought came to me.

"Excuse me for a moment." I said, transforming into my cat form. I leapt up onto his shoulders, and sniffed his neck. He tensed.

"What're you doin?" He asked. I continued sniffing for a moment before answering. (Still in cat form)

"I'm memorizing your scent in case we become separated." I said, as though it were the most logical thing in the world. (Which it was to me.) Finished, I sat down on his shoulder, facing the mon-i-tor.

"Err…you gonna get off?" He asked. I looked at him quickly before returning my attention to the mon-i-tor.

"It will become too crowded if I try to look over your shoulder in my anthro-form. This is more efficient." I stopped him from talking further by flicking my tail so it covered his mouth. "Do you want I should sit on that?" I nodded to the button type things he had been pressing.

"Eh, no." He said, seeming to have come to a decision. "Stay there then." I gave a short purr, and watched in avid interest as the pictures flashed across the screen.

5 minutes later

"Well that's odd." A voice boomed in my ear. I started awake, and looked around quickly. I was draped over the Doctors neck (still in cat form) and he was the booming voice that had brought me out of sleep.

"What is?" I asked drowsily, and yawned for good measure.

"Oh, just that your twin still seems to be alive. I think." He said calmly. A shock ran through me.

"Remmie's still alive?" I squeaked, hardly daring to believe it.

"Yes, look." He pointed at a squiggle on the mon-i-tor. I leaned forward, causing him to move forward with me so I wouldn't fall.

"And the squiggle means?" I asked, not understanding in the least how a squiggle could tell him that my brother was still alive. I flicked my ears in slight irritation as he put his hand in front of me, presumably to keep me from falling. I was a cat. Cats don't fall.

"The squiggle matches your bio-signature almost exactly, and it isn't a dead signal." I looked at the side of his face in confusion. He turned his head, and then reared it back a bit to look at me in the eye. "It isn't grey." If I was in anthro form, my arms would be crossing, and my eyebrow would be raised. But I was a cat, so I settled for narrowing my eyes, and flicking my ears back and forth.

"That's what the lines look like to me." I said. "Grey. Cat, remember?"

"Ah." He said with a why-didn't-I-think-of-that-earlier face.

"Well…" He paused for a moment. "He's alive." He grinned, eyes wrinkling up, and face lighting up. "I love days like this, where everyone lives." I flicked my tail playfully in his face, excitement gnawing at me.

"Well? Do you know where Remmie is?" I asked. If possible, his grin widened even further.

"I can do you one better." He said. "I can take you there." My eyes narrowed and I purred happily. "Hold on tight!" My claws gripped the leather of his coat, but not enough to tear, or make any permanent damage, just enough to hold on. Then everything was shaking, and there was a wooshing sound, and the Doctor laughed while my eyes widened in slight fright. There was a loud bang, and the room shuddered, throwing the Doctor backwards, taking me with him.

"Are we there?" I groaned.

"Yep! We're here!" He looked at the mon-i-ter again while I changed back to my anthro-form. Remmie hadn't seen me in my cat form before, so he wouldn't be able to recognize me. The Doctor whistled.

"Hey, we're actually where and when I wanted us to be!" He exclaimed.

"Does that not happen often?" I asked curiously, walking to stand beside him. He grinned at me happily.

"Nope!" was his cheerful reply. I smiled at him, extremely amused by his cheerfulness.

"The doors are over here." He continued, walking towards some doors that I hadn't noticed before. Something reached out to touch my mind again, but before I could grip it, I was forced out of the small connection by the Doctors voice.

"You comin, Mem?" I smiled and trotted over to him. He opened the doors with a flourish.

"Tada! Welcome to five point six/apple and three! Planet Marcobia, famous for its resorts and pleasant atmosphere. Also their bananas. Do you like bananas?" He turned to me to ask this last question. I, who was taken in by the sheer amount of white and no green had to think for a second before answering.

"Yes, I like bananas." I said, slightly confused as to why people would take away the green. "I like fruit of all sorts actually." The Doctor nodded happily.

"Ah yes, but bananas are good!" That being said, he pulled a banana out of nowhere, and handed it to me. I giggled and took it, liking this silly man more and more. I peeled it and took a large bite, humming happily at the flavor as I walked next to the Doctor.

"So…" I said after swallowing the last of the banana. "Where do you think he is?" I looked up at him, hoping he knew.

"Somewhere." He said with a shrug. I frowned, and my tail swished harder. "Uh, I mean…" he paused for a moment. "Let's go this way!" He ran off to the left, and I growled while following him. My short legs didn't carry me very far, but the street was deserted, so I had no trouble keeping him in sight. That is, until the bells.

When the bells rang, he was a few feet in front of me. And then there were bodies. Many bodies. So many that I lost sight of him.

"DOCTOR!" I yelled, hoping to catch his attention. To no avail. I cried out in panic as I was swept by the crowd in the opposite direction from where he was headed.

Doctor 3rd POV

He jogged through the streets briskly, glancing behind him a few times to make sure that Mem was still behind him. As long as she kept him in sight, she would be able to keep up. He thought back to earlier, just an hour earlier, when he was moping about, depressed over the war and what he had done. Mem landing on him woke him out of that stupor, and for that, he was grateful. Maybe it was time for another companion…

Or not. Not if they kept on getting themselves lost all of the time. He glared at the busy street, hoping to catch a glimpse of her orange and green striped hair. Or her ears. Or even her tail. Anything to insure that he hadn't gone and lost a possible companion on their first adventure. Although, that did seem to be a regular occurrence for him.

"Bloody hell, would it kill them to actually keep up for once?" He asked himself hotly. He felt a little guilt worm its way through his hearts, and winced. Obviously it was his fault. He hadn't held her hand, or made her go into her cat form so she could stay on his shoulders. Next time I see her, he thought to himself. I'm going to either get her into her cat form, or not let go of her hand. He nodded to himself as he set his course of action. It was never wise to lose a possible companion on the first adventure.

And back to Mem

I sighed in exasperation as I was lifted off of my feet for the 5th time in 2 minutes, and struggled madly to regain my feet. Once I did, I took another step towards the walls of one of the many white buildings. Again I was forced off of my feet, but regained myself in half the time it had taken me before. Blasted people…I thought to myself. My hand itched towards my wand as if it had a mind of its own. I was sorely tempted to magic a way back to the Doctor, but I quelled it. I knew that if I used magic in a place that didn't allow magic, I would become a science experiment. I shuddered at that thought. But wait! There is one way to use magic without people knowing! I thought excitedly as I finally reached the wall, and therefore a lull in the crowd. I sighed and slid down the wall until I was sitting against it. All the people wore was white. White clothing, white shoes, white bags. White hair. White skin. Like they never went outside. I scowled at the lack of color and stared at the blue-ish sky. Even that looked bleached. I pulled in a breath, and then let it out slowly, repeating a few more times before reaching into the core of my magic.

Here hummed a forest, animals, blue and gold wisps, my own little world. Made from my magic, the people I put into this world I was able to contact psychically. It was the most basic of magical teachings. It was the first thing you learned, and the last bit of magic you could do. I mentally held out hands that were covered in strings, and looked for the Doctor. He was a sky blue string, blue like his eyes. Doctor… I called down the string, watching it shiver as the message was carried.

Doctor 3rd POV

He jumped as the voice hit him. Doctor… it said. It took him a moment to recognize Mems' voice. He felt the link start to fade, so before it could disappear, he sent his own thought to follow the link back to its owner.

Where are you?

And back again, to Mem

I sighed in relief as I heard his message. I let my celestial self, only able to be seen by the person I wanted it to be seen by, fly into the air as a beacon for him. Several minutes later, he found me, and pushed through the emotionless people all in white to get to me. I stood up, ready for any scolding.

"Never, ever get separated from me like that again." He said, shaking his finger in my face. "It isn't safe." I nodded sheepishly. He held out his hand. "So, either you grab my hand, or you turn into a cat and stay on my shoulders." I smiled, and looked around at the amount of people. I grabbed his hand.

"For now, I'll take your hand." I said. He pulled me back into the crowd, which wasn't fun, but it was easier to handle this time. I kept my eyes on his black leather jacket as he pulled me along, and for the first time in ages since I had lost my twin brother, I felt the excitement of an adventure. It rose up in my throat and threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it back down. Though not too much. Finally, we reached a break in the crowd, and the street was no longer full of people. Instead, it was just as empty as before.

"Well, that was…" I said, looking around at the lack of people.

"Interesting is the word you're looking for." The Doctor said. I smiled at him in thanks. He was studying his sonic screwdriver.

"What's it say?" I asked, pointing at the screwdriver. He glanced up at me for a moment and made a hush-hush face before going back to the screwdriver. I sighed and changed into my cat form, leaping up onto his shoulders to get a closer look. It didn't look like it was saying anything to me, but I kept my mouth shut.

"It says that your brother is…underneath us?" He said, answering my question from earlier. I twitched at his tone at the end of his sentence.

"Is that a bad thing Doctor?" I asked. He glanced in the direction I was in (next to his right ear) with a slightly confused look on his face.

"I don't know. There isn't supposed to be anything down there." He said. My tail bristled involuntarily. "We need a code name for you when you're in this form." He said randomly. I tilted my head to the side, silently inviting him to go on.

"Mem, your name, will be used when you're in your human-ish form, but I don't want people do make the connection." I nodded in agreement.

"Let's think about it for a while before I commit to any names." I said. He nodded, and then his eyebrows shot up as he seemed to remember something else.

"Ah, and don't speak when we're in an era that doesn't have talking animals either." Again, I nodded in agreement, but my eyes narrowed suspiciously. It sounded like he expected me to stay with him. Not that I was adverse to that idea, but I didn't want him to make all of my decisions for me.

"Soo…" I started, causing him to shift towards me more. "Underground?"

XD One done! Wow, these are easy to do when it's your own storyline (kinda)…I'm not British, so if I get something wrong, don't blame me. Also, I'm sorry if any character seem OOC to you, this is just how I interpret them, and hey, it's fanfiction. ;) later lovies!