AN: Here's the second chapter! Thank you for all your lovely reviews! I'm happy people seem to be enjoying this! A few people expressed an interest in the previous version, and it got me thinkin'. If people want me to continue the previous version as well, please message me or leave me a review, and I'll work on it! As it stands now, I'm gonna be focusing on this story and re-writing 'Sparked' when I have time. Well, enjoy the story and please review! Each review is like fuel for my creative juices. Givin' me that lil' bit of a push to continue.

Hesitantly she reached out a hand, stopping when she was only an inch away from his face. The Doctor held his breath in anticipation as he waited for the girl to move, his eyes glancing from her small hand to her wide brown eyes. Gingerly she closed the distance, soft fingers gently caressing his cheek before being pulled sharply back.

"You're real."

The Doctor was still sitting, frozen in place as he waited for the girl to do something. The girl hadn't moved an inch since she'd unintentionally spoken. Minutes felt like hours as the tension grew. Both the Doctor and the girl sitting and waiting to see what would happen. Then TARDIS console gave a high-pitched beep, pulling the duo's attention towards it.

The Doctor jumped to his feet and rushed to the monitor, glancing back at the girl every so often. The girl slowly crawled out of the Replica Police Box she'd appeared in, looking around the TARDIS console room with wide, astonished eyes. She struggled slightly as she pushed herself to her feet. Taking a moment to steady herself before turning her attention towards the console room. The girl was silent as she walked around the vast room. The Doctor eye's following her movements intently.

"What's your name?" The question was sudden, and it took a moment before the girl realized that the Doctor was talking to her.

"Ah, um, Kira. My name's… Kira." She'd considered giving her full name, but decided against it. After all, what use was her last name in this situation. If this was real, and she was standing in the TARDIS, with the Doctor, who looked surprisingly similar to Christopher Eccleston, then her last name was pointless. After all, what use was a last name if you had no family to connect it to?

"Alright Kira, how'd you get here? 'Cause you see, it should be impossible for you to get into my TARDIS without my permission." The Doctor tried to keep his tone passive, but his words still held a harsh edge to them. He was worried, and even more than that, scared. After all, very few beings held the power or technology to get onto his TARDIS without a key, and most were hostile. Not that he suspected this Kira to be a hostile alien or some such. Still, it was better safe than sorry.

"I-I don't know. I mean, I was at a convention, and then there was this storm…" Kira paused in realization. The storm. Somehow or another the storm had brought her here. Or at the very least, it had something to do with how she got here. Perhaps it was some after effect from a temporal anomaly, or perhaps it was… wait… what? Kira's brow furrowed as she tried to remember where that thought had come from.

"A storm? What kind of storm? Tell me everything you remember about this 'storm'." The Doctor's tone was cold, all attempts at being gentle abandoned in the face of a possible explanation and, hopefully, a solution.

Kira returned her attention to the Doctor, thinking over the best way to explain what had transpired at the convention hall before her sudden appearance in his TARDIS. Sighing, she moved to sit back down on the grated floor, her hands twisting the strap to her purse as she carefully pieced together her story.

"Well, I was at a convention. Hence the outfit, I mean, I don't normally dress like this." She paused, taking a deep breath to steady her shaking voice as she returned her focus to the Doctor's question. "There was a storm. I couldn't see it. I mean, I was inside after all, but it had appeared out of nowhere. Thunder silencing the noise of the vendor's hall as the lights went out. Everyone was panicking. Screaming as they ran towards the doors, trying to get out." Kira let her eyes fall closed, the memory replaying against her eyelids.

"The thunder was getting louder, closer, and I guess everyone could feel the sense of danger that had filled the room. Instinct, or something similar, yelling at us to run. The thing is, it was dark, and there were booths filling the room and making it hard to get to the doors. People were pushing each other, running as fast as their costumes would allow as they rushed to exit the large room." Kira opened her eyes and looked pointedly at her hands as they played with the hem of her skirt. She was trying hard to ignore the feeling of the Doctor's eyes as they focused intently on her. It was useless, gooseflesh rose on her skin and she shivered slightly under his gaze. Her voice wavering slightly as she tried to focus on her story.

"I was near the back of the room, a horde of people between me and the doors. I-I'm not really athletic." She blushed slightly at that, suddenly embarrassed. "I knew I'd get swallowed up by the stampede of people. I'd get hurt, and I'd probably end up accidently hurting others as well if I tried rushing towards the exit. So, when someone pushed me into the replica, I hid inside. I was planning on hiding until the chaos died down, but I guess I fell asleep. Next thing I know, I'm here." Kira kept her gaze focused on her hands, only chancing a glance up at the Doctor when the awkward silence became unbearable.

The Doctor was considering her story carefully, his mind racing as he tried to think over all the different forms of technology that either harness the power of a storm, or cause a storm similar to the one Kira had described.

"Where are you from? What was the date? I need specifics, no matter how pointless they might seem. At the very least, they'll help me get you back home." The Doctor's tone was soft in the face of the girl's fear. He was trying to coax the information out of Kira now, no longer demanding. As far as he could tell, the poor girl was caught up in something she couldn't explain. The very least he could do was help her get home. He might find some answers at the location the 'storm' had raged as well, something Kira hadn't seen.

Kira froze at the Doctor's question, her expression becoming panicked as she realized it was impossible for her to get home. As far as she knew, she was now in a different dimension, and if her memory, and the television show, were correct, travel between dimensions was impossible. She couldn't get home; she'd have to make a life for herself here. She couldn't do that! She was barely an adult! She had no history here, no documents stating she was a citizen of… anywhere. She had no high school diploma, no social security number, no… anything. She didn't exist here.

Sure, a version of her might exist. Some other Kira. Living with her family and laughing with her friends, but not her. Not her family and friends, not her life. She couldn't just… pretend that she was this world's Kira, if this world's Kira even existed.

The Doctor left the monitor and moved towards Kira, kneeling in front of the girl and gently taking her shaking hands into his own. He squeezed them slightly, trying to grab the panicking girl's attention. "Calm down, I'm gonna help you. You can trust me, I'm the Doctor after all, helping people's in my job description."

The Doctor's soft expression turned to one of confusion at the small, sad smile that stretched across Kira's face at his words. Her watery, tear filled dark brown eyes meeting his own light blue. "Thank you… Doctor. But, I-I can't go home."

The Doctor's confusion only doubled at the girl's words. "Why not?"

"'Cause I don't have a home. Not here at least." Kira hoped, prayed that the Doctor wouldn't ask her to clarify. She couldn't, at least, not without exposing the fact that she knew him as a television character. Luck seemed to be on Kira's side as the Doctor's attention was drawn from her as the TARDIS console beeped again. Demanding his attention.

Thank you sexy. Kira smiled, hoping the telepathic machine was able to pick up on her gratitude.

-No problem dear.– Kira's eyes widened at the foreign voice filling her head. Her gaze turning from the Doctor to focus on the large cylindrical tube at the center of the TARDIS.

Kira was pulled from her shock by The TARDIS shaking gently as the Doctor began to pilot it. The box barely giving a shudder as the Doctor guided the box towards the source of the signal he'd picked up.

Kira carefully stood from her place on the floor, gripping her purse tightly as she slowly walked towards the Doctor's place at the console. She watched his hands closely. Trying to see if she could recognize any of the switches, dials, or nobs he'd moved. It was pointless, she knew nothing of the TARDIS's controls. Nonetheless, it was something she could occupy her mind with.

"Listen, I've got to go look into something. Nothing serious, just a small invasion in London. I want you to stay here while I investigate." The Doctor's tone held no room for argument. Not that Kira really wanted to argue. She was tired, her mind was swimming as she tried to come to terms with everything that had happened in the past hour or so.

"Okay. I'll just… wait…"

The Doctor glanced at Kira, trying to think of something she could do while he was gone. Normally he wouldn't bother. His previous companions had easily found ways to occupy themselves while he was gone, but this girl was a special case. She was still a mystery to him, and he couldn't have her messing with the TARDIS controls while he was out. No, he needed to give her a task or something to do so she'd stay out of the console room while he was gone.

"You know; I doubt that corset is too comfortable. If you want, you could borrow some cloths from the TARDIS's closet."

Kira gave the Doctor a grateful smile, happy that she wouldn't have to twiddle her thumbs as she waited for him to return. "That'd be wonderful, thanks."

The Doctor nodded, gesturing quickly at a hallway that branched off from the console room. "First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left." He quickly gave out the directions before returning his focus to the TARDIS monitor. Happy to have that particular issue dealt with. Now he just had an earth to save. Again.

Kira nodded, hesitating a moment before slowly walking down the hallway he'd directed her towards. She wondered the TARDIS halls with a fond smile on her face. The panic she was feeling earlier pushed to the back of her mind for the moment. She was good at that, ignoring the panic and focusing instead on possible solutions. At least, she used to be good at that. Her current predicament seemed to be a tad too much for her, and she'd reacted poorly. Kira couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the memory. She couldn't lose herself over this. She couldn't let her situation overwhelm her.

She sighed, taking a left turn as she adjusted her purse. Turning her focus to the different door she passed by, letting her imagination wonder as she tried to picture what might hide behind it. She took a right turn, repeating the Doctor's directions quietly to herself.

"First left, second right, third… left? Which door was it again? I remember something about garbage bins and… stairs?" Kira let out a long drawn out sigh as she finally admitted to herself that she was lost. Her mind had wandered to far, and she'd failed to properly memorize the Doctor's directions. She stopped her mindless walking, getting ready to turn back around to find the Doctor and ask him for help when she had a sudden idea.

Um, hel-hello? Sexy? I was hoping, if you don't mind that is, could you possibly show me how to get to the closet? Kira held her breath as she waited for some sort of response. Every second felt like an hour as she stared up at the TARDIS ceiling with a desperate and increasingly embarrassed look on her face. After about a minute had passed, Kira was ready to give up and head back to the console room. It was then that a sudden image appeared before her eyes, accompanied by a familiar, soft, and motherly voice.

-Just follow the path I will give you… have given you. Sorry. Tenses. Oh! And I think the sweater is nice. Was nice… will be nice… oh, forget it! You understand what I'm trying to tell you, don't you Kira?- The TARDIS rambled in her mind, confirming her suspicions about the voice she'd heard in her head earlier in the console room.

-Yes, I know, it's odd isn't it. Telepathic communication between a physical organic being like yourself, and an essence in a living, partially organic machine like myself is unusual to say the least.- The TARDIS's telepathic voice was jovial, like it was sharing an inside joke with an old friend. Kira couldn't help the small smile that stretched across her face as she followed the directions the TARDIS had projected into her mind.

A bit odd, but, it's nice. Thank you for the help Sexy.

…

The closet was big. Bigger than any closet had a right to be. Not only was it comprised of multiple levels, but it also had different sectors separated into different rooms. First the rooms were separated into some of the different galaxies, planets, or areas. Then the rooms branched into age groups (adults, teens, and children.) Then it was further sectioned off into rooms for different genders (Men, Women, Both, None, Undecided, and Unknown). Finally, within the gendered (or non-gendered) rooms were multiple floors. Each floor representing a different time period.

Kira walked through the endless aisle of clothing. Her hands running along the different fabrics as she simple stared in awe. She had tried on several different outfits. Always finding something wrong with the outfit, or spotting something she liked better. She'd changed her outfit multiple times before spotting something that made her jaw drop.

Dropping the pair of overalls, she was looking at, Kira rushed towards her new find. She couldn't hold back her small squeal of excitement as she pulled her favorite thing off the shelf yet.

Held gently in front of her was a gradient, off the shoulder sweater. The color was a dark violate at the top, lightening into a lavender before settling into an almost white at the bottom. The sweater itself was short, ending just above her belly button, but the sleeves were big and baggy. Long enough to cover her hands. It was like it was designed for her.

Once she'd found the sweater, it hadn't taken long to find an outfit she liked. Kira smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. The purple sweater was held up with a pair of small, leather straps that had clipped onto it like suspenders. Underneath was a dark, navy blue tank top; and a pair of dark blue denim shorts patterned with faded light blue roses of varying sizes. Her legs were clad in pair of knee-high socks comprised of different patterns and fabrics, stitched together like a quilt. Finishing off her ensemble was a pair of dark brown leather boots that laced up in front. A wide, inch high heel giving her a small boost.

Kira had then moved on to the accessories. Her smile growing as she looked at all the unique jewelry, occasionally trying on a ring or hesitating at a necklace that had managed to catch her eye. It wasn't until she'd walked by the purses/belts that Kira had force herself to keep her calm.

She'd somehow managed to find another little treasure. This one in the form of a utility belt. The belt held a few small pouches lined along the band, leading up to a medium sized bag. The bag had a thin buckled strip of leather on the bottom that would strap onto her thigh.

Kira didn't hesitate in strapping on the utility belt. The Batman theme song playing in her mind as she started transferring the few 'essentials' she'd brought over in her purse to her bag. Her excitement dwindled slightly as she pulled out her phone. Her smile dropping completely when she realized she had no need for it any longer.

She ran her hands along the screen before opening up her text messages. Kira took her time scrolling through the last few conversations she'd held with her friends and family. Tears building as the shock of her new reality began to succeed. She was alone here; her family would never learn what happened. Her friends would be devastated. She just knew it.

It's not that Kira figured herself as someone important. Rather, it was that her friends were good people. She knew them, and she knew they'd worry endlessly about her. She'd become a taboo subject, a tense silence in a room whenever they were reminded of her. She almost wished that they'd forget about her. That the memory of her existence would vanish along with her.

She sighed, forcing those thoughts to the back of her mind. Gently setting her phone in a special pocket in the side bag of her new utility belt. It didn't take her long to finish transferring things over. Kira had hesitated a moment before gently setting her old purse on top of the small folded pile of her original cloths.

She'd left her old outfit, folded and hidden on one of the many shelfs in the TARDIS closet. Taking time to memorize where she'd hidden it. Making sure she could find it whenever she might need a bit of comfort from her past.

It took all the strength she had to turn her back and leave the closet. Pausing only when she'd caught sight of her reflection in one of the many mirrors that lined the TARDIS closet. Kira took a moment to observe her new outfit. Her hands nervously straightening out her cloths before moving to her hair.

Her fingers threaded through her short brown hair, nervously adjusting it as she entertained the idea of styling it differently. Kira froze when her eyes caught a glimmer of something reflected in the mirror. Hesitantly, she slowly lowered her hands. Her eyes widening in surprise at what she had caught sight of.

There on the inside of her left wrist, in what looked like faded gold ink, were two small concentric circles. Two, solid gold dots separating the thin golden lines. Kira gently ran her fingers along the oddly familiar symbol. It tugged at something buried deep within her memories. A gut feeling telling her she should recognize it, though she couldn't quite place it, Kira was almost certain that the symbol was significant.

-The Doctor has returned… is returning? Will return soon?- The TARDIS sighed, sounding almost annoyed as she tried to remember the correct way to phrase her sentence. –Oh blast it all, you know what I'm trying to say. I'll project the path to the console room to you.-

Kira smiled softly at the TARDIS's telepathic grumbling. Giving a small word of thanks as she let her worries at the odd faded symbol disappear. In the face of all the new turns her life had taken, the symbol hardly seemed noteworthy. Instead Kira had let the baggy sleeves of her sweater hide it from sight moving to follow the projected path. She'd inspect it more later, once she'd figured out how to convince the Doctor to let her stay.

…

Kira had made it to the console room just minutes before the door opened. The Doctor striding in, a small smoke trail following him from his slightly burned leather coat. She giggled at the disheveled sight of the Time Lord. Her mood instantly improving as she watched him play with the settings of his Sonic Screwdriver.

"So, I take it your investigation went well?" Kira couldn't help but tease the Doctor slightly. Her eyes alight with mirth as she leaned against one of the Y beams decorating the console room.

The Doctor turned towards her, seemingly surprised to see Kira. He had, admittedly, forgotten about her in the excitement of his little adventure. He stopped fiddling with his sonic, taking a moment to take in Kira's new outfit.

It was unique, but modest. Drawing attention to her curves without showing off too much skin. In fact, it didn't seem to show much of any skin. Making what did show all the more eye-catching. It looked like it'd be fitting for an adventure. Allowing easy movement, the boots sturdy and probably easy to run in. Add in the utility belt and she looked like an experienced adventurer. It made her seem more mature. The Doctor couldn't help but wonder just how old the girl really was now. He'd first estimated her age around her mid-teens, 16, maybe 15. Now he couldn't help but think she was older. Perhaps 17 or 18.

Kira had grown slightly uncomfortable as she waited for some response from the Doctor. She couldn't help but become nervous about her new outfit. Perhaps it was a bit too adventurous, and the Doctor thought it looked odd. Or perhaps she'd been too bold in assuming she could use anything from the closet.

"Um, d-did you finish with that invasion in London?" Kira's confidence from earlier had faded slightly as she searched for something to say. Something to break the silence that had filled the room. The Doctor seemed to snap out of his thoughts. He turned to Kira with wide eyes, as if just now realizing he'd been staring at her awkwardly for the past few minutes.

He coughed, a light pink blush on his face as he adverted his eyes. It'd been a long time since he'd had to interact with a human like this, and for some odd reason, he wanted to make a good impression. Well, at the very least he wanted to improve her opinion of him. After all, his initial impression was fairly poor.

"Ah, no. Turns out this invasion is a bit more like an infestation. I've gotten rid of a bunch of the soldiers, but I'm gonna have ta' find the 'queen' before I can confidently say that the job is done." The Doctor returned his attention to his Sonic Screwdriver. Fiddling with the settings again as he tried to find the frequency the Nestene Consciousness was using to control the Autons. "Nice outfit by the way. It suits you. Much better than the get-up you were wearing when you first got here."

Kira smiled, relaxing when she'd heard the Doctors words. She hesitated a moment before approaching him. Her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sweater as her eyes watched the Doctor's hands work.

"Thanks. The TARDIS helped me pick it out." She hesitated a moment. "C-can I join you this time? On your search for the 'queen' I mean." She didn't want to wait again. She had too much time alone. She had too much time to dwell on her thoughts. She needed a distraction.

Plus, she'd never forgive herself if she didn't go on at least one adventure with him. This used to be her dream, she couldn't spend the whole time crying over her predicament. Not when she knew her friends and family were safe. She'd seen Jared in the crowd, she knew her friends could handle themselves, and her family... Well, her family could cope. They've dealt with tragedy after tragedy, they would be fine. They had to be.

The Doctor returned his attention to Kira, as if assessing her. Like his gaze alone could tell just how useful she'd be in this adventure. It was a fairly simple adventure. Nothing too dangerous, he'd dealt with the Nestene Consciousness before. The risk was fairly low all things considered.

"Okay."