Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or Harry Potter.

It was kind of early. Not early for me, but on a normal person's time measurements, it was decently early. Eight o'clock, at least an hour before the average unemployed person wakes up. I was normally awake by now, so it wasn't that much of a problem. The Doctor didn't seem bothered by it, either. In fact, he seemed rather awake.

I hadn't seen him since we'd parted ways the day before. I'd tired to work on my book, but found it rather difficult to concentrate with the idea of time travel fresh in my mind. Instead, I'd gone to TV. I'd watched all sorts of shows, from Jersey Shore to Sherlock.

I wasn't sure what the Doctor had done with himself. I assumed that he did as he said and roamed the many rooms of the TARDIS, looking for the problem that was restraining his movements.

We'd been talking over coffee for half an hour. He'd poured packet after packet of sweetener into his mug, and I'd cringed at the thought of coffee that sweet. He seemed to enjoy it, though, so I didn't stop him.

He'd tried to explain things to me, like how time travel worked. It was completely different from Back to the Future. You couldn't change things you'd done, apparently. He'd also tried to explain the TARDIS itself, but hadn't gotten very far because it required the use of a lot of big words. Somehow, in all of that, he'd managed to fit a story or two in there. He told me of when he traveled with a woman named Rose, and how she'd gotten stuck in an alternate dimension. He also told me about a woman named Martha, who'd helped him save an entire hospital from suffocating on the moon.

I snorted when he finished the story. "I find that hard to believe." I mumbled before taking a sip from my mug, which was thankfully not as sweet as the Doctor's.

"Should've seen that coming." He mumbled into his own mug.

"Sorry, but it's impossible," I explained, thinking I had him beat. "There's no air on the moon, you would've suffocated immediately. You wouldn't have had any time to do anything."

"They used an H2O Scoop, you haven't heard of it yet," He stated. "You get it in about… eighty, maybe ninety years. Anyways, it formed a force-field that held the air in, and we eventually used it all up. Can you believe that?"

"Nope."

"God, you're stubborn!" He groaned, running his hand through his fantastic hair.

I nodded, a firm look on my face. "Yeah, I am." I folded my arms across my chest. "So, tell me about the future."

He made that sound again, the one that you made when you were in extreme pain but you didn't want to be public about it. Oh, it's called hissing! He hissed. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" I pouted.

"Because," He ran his hand over his face. "Not knowing is part of the fun." He smirked at me.

"Yeah, for you. I prefer to know. Let's me prepare." I flashed him a hopeful look, batting my eyelashes to add to it. I doubt it did anything, but it was worth a try.

His lips thinned and he stared at me, his shoulders tense and his breath held. After a few moments, he released the breath and rubbed his jaw. "What do you wanna know?"

I broke out in an uncharacteristic grin. I'd won, and I never did that. The only time I'd won anything was a writing contest in high school, and that's only because I was one of four that attempted to succeed. Everyone else just plagiarized.

"What's it like?"

His brow furrowed. "What d'you mean?"

I crossed my legs and leaned back against the arm of my sofa. "It's a three word question, and you're so brilliant," I mumbled, a look of amusement flashing on my face. "Shouldn't be too hard to figure out."

He sighed and turned to face me, kicking his feet into my lap. "Same as always," He took a deep breath, gazing at nothing in particular. "Periods of war and peace, new inventions, odd stories."

"War? Hopefully nothing too big." I mumbled as the Doctor raised his mug to his pale lips.

He snorted, carefully removing the mug from his mouth as to not spill coffee on my couch. "Are you kidding, you stupid humans pick a fight with the Draconians in the year 2520. Millions of lives wiped away, and all because you lot mistook their negotiation vessel for a battleship."

I raised my eyebrows. "Sounds like you really don't like us," I mumbled. "Then again, sometimes it seems like you'd marry the human race if you could. What's with that? Do you like us or not?"

He groaned. "I categorize humans into two groups, those with guns and those without. It's the ones with guns that I can't stand."

"And what about the ones without?" I asked, suddenly interested in his view of mankind. I'd never met someone non-human before, so I'd never really heard from a point of view like his.

"Oh, no, the rest of you are brilliant!" A smile formed on his face. "So full of life, so much accomplished despite how young you are. You create order out of chaos, think of things no other species has even dared, all of that in only a few thousand years!"

I smiled. "Speaking of, how long do we last?"

"What?" He seemed surprised that I'd asked such a question.

"Everything dies, Doctor," I explained. "We're only human, we can't last forever."

A look flashed across his face, but it was too brief for me to even try to read it. Then, he smiled. "As far as I know, you do."

"You're kidding, right?"

He shook his head, his fantastic hair bouncing about. "Furthest I've been is the year 100 trillion, and you're still there then."

I blinked. "Wow," I murmured. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Your survival instinct is so much stronger than any other species I've come across, yet you're not afraid to die for the right cause." He grinned. "Makes you the perfect traveling buddies."

"So, you're not normally alone?" I asked. "I imagined that you traveled with others, but not humans. I thought you'd be with other…" I trailed off as I realized that I didn't know what species he was. "What are you?"

He smirked. "Time Lord."

I snorted. "Cocky much? Anyways, I thought you'd travel with them, not us."

"I can't, they're all dead."

I froze, my breath turning to ice in my chest. Did he say they were dead? That couldn't be. He was too happy-go-lucky for the rest of his species to be dead. If I was alone and isolated like that, I would've killed myself. I'd rather be dead and with the rest of the human race than alive and alone. Maybe he was different.

"Dead?" I asked, my voice rather stressed and the breath in my chest still cold and solid.

His face was hard and smooth, as if he was a statue portraying an emotionless man. His lips were set in a firm line, and his eyes, normally so full of emotion, were blank. "They burned." He said slowly, staring into my eyes.

This was worse than when he was being serious. I'd just been a bit scared when he was being serious. Now, I was terrified. This wasn't the Doctor I knew. This Doctor was fire, and pain, and rage. My Doctor was fun, and mystery, and magnificence. But I couldn't find him. No matter how hard I looked, he wasn't there, and I was afraid that he was gone forever.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry…" I mumbled. I would've grabbed his hand, but I was afraid of what he'd do.

He stared at me for a few more moments, the emotionless keeping its wrongful place on his features. Then, he looked away. "Nah," The emotionless lingered for a few moments, and then faded to a much less frightening serious look. "That was a long time ago," He cleared his throat. "I'm fine."

"Are you?"

"Yeah, I am."

I nodded. "I wouldn't be,"

He chuckled dryly. "Of course you wouldn't be, you're both human and American." He forced a smile onto his face, most likely for my benefit. "You need people to do more than half of the things you do."

"What's wrong with being American?" I glared.

"You're pompous and too bloody proud."

"Oh, thanks."

He finally grinned, and at my sarcasm nonetheless. "You're welcome."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about these 'traveling buddies' of yours, then." I said, poking the trainer-clad foot that still rested in my lap. "You mentioned Rose and Martha, but there had to be more."

"Oh, jeez, tons more." He ran his hand through his hair and looked up in thought. "Let's see, recently there was Rose, Mickey, Donna, Martha, and Jack. Before that there was Sarah Jane, Ace… Ooh, and-"

"Alright, I get it!" I interrupted, a smile on my face. "There were a lot."

"Oh, more than I can count." He groaned.

"So, Rose got trapped in an alternate dimension-"

"Well, then she was here again, but I put her back with meta-crisis me."

I paused for a moment. "Right… What happened to the other four recent ones?"

"Well," He started, laying back and folding his hands across his stomach. "Jack became immortal, Mickey came back from the alternate dimension with Rose but I let him stay here when I returned her, Martha became a Doctor and joined UNIT, and Donna… Donna doesn't remember any of it. She sort of… became me, I guess, and it was killing her, so I had to erase her memory."

I blinked. "Wow,"

"Yeah."

"Catherine, you've got a text!"

I jumped as Riley's voice screamed through the house. I'd set that as her text alert a long time ago and had been meaning to change it, but I couldn't seem to do it. It was too… her.

"What the hell was that?" The Doctor asked, looking around.

I sighed and pushed his feet off my lap. "A friend of mine," I mumbled as I got to my feet. "I'll be right back." Then, I walked around the sofa and into the kitchen where my cell was sitting on the counter. I picked it up and found the most recent text, taping the option on the touch screen that pulled it open.

U better b at the movie and if u rnt I convinced Dave to help me drag u 2 the next showing We're going to dinner afterwards so bring ur wallet

I rolled my eyes. It was so like Riley to threaten me. It didn't really matter, though, I was planning on going anyways. I'd been wanting to see the new Harry Potter for months (even though it only came out two days before) and seeing it with Riley and Dave would only make it better. Plus, if we were going out to dinner, I was guaranteed a laugh or two.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"Hey, Doctor?" I leaned into the living room.

He twisted to look at me, a curious grin on his face. "Yes, Catherine?"

I smiled. "Do you wanna go to the movies?"

A/N: So, Cat knows a bit more about the Doctor. Funny how he doesn't know anything about her, though. Yeah, I'm keeping things from you guys. If you're clever, you picked up that Cat doesn't have a dad in the first chapter, and that she's an aunt and has at least one brother. If you didn't pick all of that up, well… Now you know, I guess.

I hope you're all enjoying it so far. The Doctor seeing the final Harry Potter installment. Should be an interesting scenario. Just wait till you all get to know Riley a bit better. I'm very proud of her. And you'll meet Dave next time. Who is Dave, you ask? Well, I'm not sure if I've told you yet and, if I haven't, I'd like to keep it a secret until next chapter, so you'll just have to go back and look.

So, I know this one's a bit short, but bear with me. The next chapter is longer, and most of them maintain at least 2500 words if not more.

Allons-y! (I just realized that I haven't made him say that, yet.)

Thanks for reading!

-Jazmine