Introduction

I made my way through the dark, long, concrete corridor, bars lining the walls I passed. My hair bounced with each confident step as I radiated an untainted form of happiness which, at the moment, seemed strange to the new guard escorting me back to the cell. But, I had just been with The Doctor. The brilliant, fantastic, mad man I'd grown to love, the man my entire life revolves around. There are legends about our existence. I am the sexy and pyschopathic woman destined to murder The Doctor who, intead, turns out to be just the opposite. Well, I am of course still extremely sexy, and a psychopath for that matter. Now that I think about it, not much changed at all. I am still the same exact person I was only I didn't kill the greatest man I've ever known, I married him.

"Oi, Song, get back in there."

He pushed me, pressing hard between my shoulder blades with the butt of his rifle. I rubbed my back and sat on the uncomfortable cot as the guard locked the bars in place. I could already feel a black and blue mark forming. "You've given me a bruise."

"Have I?" His voice was surprisingly deep for such a young man. Is that all he had to say? "No apology? Well, you'll have say you're sorry if you don't want to be knocked out unconscious." I heard a low chuckle as he shook his head.

"So, Miss. Song-" "Mrs." I quickly corrected. The corner of my lips turned up at the thought of being someone's wife. The Doctor's wife.

"Alright, Mrs. Song," he was sure to exaggerate the 'Mrs'. "I'd like to know why you're in Stormcage. And," he paused, possibly for effect. "if you enlighten me I will make sure that you have the latest series of the book of your choice." The boy sure had my attention now.

"I suppose I have a few minutes before I have to be anywhere but, how can I share such intimate details of my life when I hardly know you?" I replied with a raised brow. He stood still and glared with cold eyes. "Oh, your a tough one, aren't you?" I sighed and faced him while still stretched out on my bed. "I killed someone."

He frowned. "Mrs. Song, we all know that bit. It can't be so simple." His gun now lowered, I saw my chance.

"I would elaborate but its all timey-wimey stuff and I'm afraid you wouldn't understand." I retrieved my lipstick, carefully applying the perfect amount before I stood and sauntered his way.

Now standing an inch away from the cell bars the guard retorts, "I am not an idiot, Mrs. Song."

Glancing down, I smile. "Oh, but you are." I pull him in for a kiss, strictly professional I might add. Quickly grabing my Tardis blue notebook and a well hidden vortex manipulator, I let the hallucinogenic do its magic.

The sirens begin to blare. "Thank you, dear." I whisper into his ear. "Anything for you, your Royal Highness." He voiced as he bobbed a curtsy to me? 'Hmm, perhaps a tad too much hallucinogen.' I thought, noting it for future reference. A very familiar whooshing noise sounded when a blue box began to materialize.

"Guess I don't have to use this." I mutter looking at the time device attached to my wrist. I walked to the door of the Tardis only to notice the daft guard was following me. "Sorry, sweetie, I've got to run!" I knocked him out with a swift hit on the head. He should have expected it, he hadn't apologized.

I took a deep breath before pushing those wonderful doors open for the hundredth time and grinned as the yellow light blanketed over my body. "Hello Sweetie."

A/N: This was just an introduction giving everyone a quick view of what is happening before I start on Chapter 1. Please comment for suggestions and such. There is a good chance some smut will be in later chapters, although I don't know how great it will be since I've never written smut before. OKAY! I'll try and update ASAP

xx TheFeelsAreReals