Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, but I own everything else used in this epilogue.

8 Months Later

We were all crammed around my kitchen table. I only had four chairs, so most of us had to stand. I would've rather stood and let one of my guests take my chair, but they'd all insisted that I should take my favorite seat. Riley took one of the other chairs, though that was because she needed it more than everyone else. My mom sat in the one across from me because she was considered 'old' among the group. Finally, Nicky sat in the last chair. Not really because he needed it, but because everyone loved him so much they gave him what he wanted.

Each one of us had a glass of champagne. I didn't normally drink, but we were celebrating tonight. The only exceptions to the champagne were Nicky and Riley. Nicky, obviously, was underage, and Riley was seven months pregnant. Those two got apple juice instead.

"Sorry I'm late!"

I looked over my shoulder at my door as it slammed shut behind Chris.

I'd met Chris a few months ago at the publishing company. He'd been looking for an author to publicize, and I'd been looked for a publicist to work for me. We worked well together, and eventually developed a mutual friendship behind our work relationship. Tonight was one of the nights that we mixed both.

Chris grinned at me and held up a dull brown box, a red ribbon wrapped around it. "Ready?"

I nodded and held my hands out for the package. I'd been waiting for this for the past six months, and it was hard to believe that the moment was finally here. He set it in my hands and I turned around to set it on the table. Slowly, I pulled the ribbon from the box and pulled the cover off, marveling at what was inside.

Before me, wrapped in white-fluffy-stuff, was my book. The cover was everything I'd been hoping it would be with my name in large black letters at the bottom. The white background was perfected by the blue Police Box that sat in the middle of it. Every detail was exact to the one that had sat in my back yard for two weeks once upon a time.

For five years I'd worked on a book about finding your purpose in life, and it had never really gotten anywhere. This book, however, actually meant something to me. Recorded on these pages was the story of the Doctor and me. I'd started writing it about a week after he'd left, when I was really bored and kind of lonely. I'd just meant for it to be for fun and stress-relief, but it became something more as I got into it. I know this sounds cheesy, but I felt a connection to the story, and I wasn't just going to drop it.

So, I worked harder on it. Eventually, I had a plot lined up. In the story, a closed-minded author named Rose Noble meets her new neighbor, a historian by the name of John Smith, when he accidentally kicks his 'football' over her back fence. They eventually get to know each other, and he shows her his antique British police box, a project he was restoring for the local museum. The police box was in ruins, and Rose believes it impossible to fix, but John proves her wrong. Throughout the story, they get closer, and eventually fall in love. They don't admit it, and then, when the box is finished and fixed, John has to go back to London. Rose catches up to him at the airport, goes with him, and they live happily ever after.

Yes, I know, it's been done before, and it's rather cheesy. I'll admit that I'm a hopeless closet romantic, and I wanted them to have the amazing ending I wasn't lucky enough to get. To be honest, it made me feel good to allow them to be happy together.

"What d'you think?" Chris asked, leaning over my shoulder with a smile.

I smiled and took a deep breath. "It's perfect," I looked at him. "Thank you."

He nodded and took a step back. Then, everyone leaned over to get a look at the cover. It puzzled most people, but Riley and Dave both flashed me knowing smiles.

"It's on shelves tomorrow." Chris announced to the group. "Just saying."

I chuckled and took a sip of my champagne, keeping my eyes glued to my book.

Everyone had left by now, and I was alone once more. Balloons sat all over, a few taped to my walls, but everything else was relatively clean. There were a few cups here and there, but I doubted it would take any longer than half an hour to clean up. I wasn't going to do it tonight, though. I still had so many things I needed to get straight in my head.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes as I looked down at the book in my hands. I'd been waiting for everyone to leave so I could look at what I'd wanted to look at for the past few hours without getting any questions from my family.

I flipped the cover open, along with the first few pages, to find the dedication page. It read:

Dedicated to my Doctor, my inspiration and my hero

He said he'd read my book, but had he read this one, or another one? Had he changed time by just meeting me? I highly doubted it, but it was still possible. I just hoped he eventually read the dedication page, and found out that it was for him.

I sighed and grabbed the chain around my neck, pulling the TARDIS key out of my shirt. I wore it every day, no matter where I was going or who I was seeing. It made me feel a little bit closer to everything , whether that be a person or even my surroundings.

Another sigh passed through my lips and I set the book on the table before standing and turning to go to bed. What I didn't see was the dark figure standing outside the sliding door leading to my backyard, all of its body shaded, save for the grey sneakers that peeked into the light and the hands that shimmered and glowed gold in the darkness.

A/N: And so is the completion of Stuck! It's short, but it is an epilogue, so that's sort of expected. Well, sometimes. Well, with me. What'd you all think of Cat's book? Clever of me? Not so much? Needs a bit more work to make it passable? Great just the way it is? I honestly have no clue. I don't even know what the story she was writing before she wrote that was really about. She said it was about finding your purpose, but beyond that I have no idea what was happening.

Anyways, what'd you think of that last sentence? You all got it, didn't you? I assumed that you would. You're all just too smart to not understand it.

So, I'll post the prologue for the sequel tomorrow, and the first chapter on Christmas. Probably sometime in the morning, while I'm waiting for everyone else to wake up. Yes, that'll be a good way to spend those few hours where no one else wants to move.

I suppose a final thank you and mentioning is in order. I'd like to thank all of you for giving this young author a chance. I'd also like to thank my beta Sam and my dear friend Spirit-of-the-Rain for reading it over and making sure everything was correct and nothing was too sappy. Another thank you to all of my friends and family for the support in my writing. Finally, another thank you to you guys, my readers. You have no idea how many times you've saved me. From what, you ask? Well... everything. Annnnnnd queue the dramatic ending! Yes, I really should have someone read these over before I post them. This is getting sappy.

Thanks for reading! I love you guys!

Jazmine