Author's Notes: Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much for the reviews! I can't tell you how much I appreciate your support! I always get extremely nervous after writing a new story because I'm afraid I butchered the original plotline and ruined the characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own David Tenant sadly enough.

Me: I hereby grant all my followers hugs and kisses from our favorite Doctor.

*crowd of girls squeals*

Doctor: No, no, no, no! *raises his sonic screwdriver while hiding in his Tardis* I didn't agree to this!

Me: Sorry, but you are too adorable. And these lovely girls deserve some love.

*crowd of girls tackles the Doctor*

Nobody: Haha thanks! To be completely honest, I was skeptical as well! It is pretty difficult to come up with a decent plotline in a situation such as this one. I'm glad you are enjoying it though!

Iluvmusicsomuch: I know! I was waiting for people to write fanfiction of these two universes. So because I am an impatient person, I decided to attempt one myself.

Killiplier: Thank you! I really appreciate that!

Snowball519: Well, I mainly didn't do so because it slipped my mind that I could do so. But I'm going to leave it where it is now so that readers can get to it. But thanks! Glad you are enjoying it!

Echo: I was too actually! Sadly, there are not really a lot written. Thanks so much for your kind review!

Chapter 2

"There is no point in being a Grown Up

If you can't

Act childish sometimes"

-The Doctor

Jessica watched warily as the 'Doctor' happily munched on the poorly wrapped shawarma. They were currently sitting in Shawarma Shack, which was two blocks away from her apartment, across from each other at a booth by the walk by window. The meat was falling out at the end every time his teeth tore into the wrap, his fingers squeezing into the middle. She considered him as he spoke with his mouth full and eyes wide with excitement. Her fingers clenched tightly into fists on her lap to keep from shaking. "…lovely of course. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But, if you really think about it from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's honestly just a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff. Oh, I really love saying that. It got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"So," Jessica drawled in a forced dull tone. "You're telling me that you are a little green alien that travels through time." Perhaps Kilgrave lost his memory when he somehow came to after having his neck snapped and completely lost it.

Yet the lopsided grin and the wild excitement that was barely contained in eyes that were ancient as if they witnessed the entire universe, were hard to rationalize. His upbeat attitude and angsty sassiness separated him from the Kilgrave she remembered. Kilgrave always had his hair slicked back while this 'Doctor' had it disheveled. While Kilgrave kept his clothing style prim and ironed, this version of him adorned a striped pressed suit with converse sneakers and a large brown trench coat.

The Doctor looked affronted and rolled his eyes. "Oh no. no. no. Why does everyone assume all aliens are green?" His features turned immediately grim as he leaned on his elbows towards the raven haired PI. The half-eaten shawarma dropped on his plate with a slight plop. His brown eyes bore into Jessica's intensely as his rogue Scottish-Britain accent deepened. "No, I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old. I fly on a ship called the Tardis. And that's what I am, just a traveler. Imagine it, no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky. Forever wandering through space and time alone. I am last of my kind." He leaned backwards until his back touched the booth and crossed his arms behind his head. "Come on. You are Jessica Jones. Private Investigator. Use that fantastic brain of yours. Nothing is impossible otherwise where is the fun in believing in the possible? The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and you call them miracles."

Blinking, she shifted uncomfortably. The attack on New York two years prior uprooted from her mind as the memory taunted her in proof to his words. She shook her head. "It's impossible. What you're saying is insane." She tried to rebuild her life as a private investigator, dealing with cases involving people with remarkable abilities in New York City after Kilgrave and she couldn't help the suspicion that he was just confusing her for his own means. It didn't surprise her that he made himself out to be this "savior of planets". He was a terrible man that didn't see himself as terrible, but rather a liberator. He justified using his mind control for the greater good. Standing up, she grabbed her leather jacket after slapping a twenty down. "I can't deal with this crap." She faltered after two steps when his voice rang out behind her.

"You know, the Tardis, when working properly, is capable of many amazing things, not unlike myself. She can travel anywhere in time and space. Would you like to see it?"

Turning her head to the side, she carefully considered him. He was leaning leisurely back, legs crossed, sipping the tea he had ordered. Black rimmed glasses were now pushed up on his nose as he twirled the screwdriver in his other hand looking up at her innocently. As if he knew he riled her curiosity. The intelligence in his eyes made her doubt her assumption.

"No funny business, you got me?" She finally snapped, deciding to humor him.

The grin that immediately lit up his entire face caught her off guard. "Brilliant!" He placed the screwdriver in the breast pocket of his suit. Leaping out of the booth with hands jutting out of his trouser pockets, he inclined his head toward the door. "Shall we?"

They stopped in front of the 1950's London police box she had seen earlier. Raising an eyebrow, she glared at him. "You did this?"

"Here she is," the Doctor caressed the side of the box lovingly. "The Tardis, MY Tardis, the best ship in the universe." He turned his twinkling gaze on her. "And you, Jessica Jones, have a chance to look inside." Unlocking the door, he winked before disappearing in the box. Jessica stood on the sidewalk as people passed by, not even glancing at the thing. She stared at the closed double doors questioning her sanity when her fingers grasped the handle. Pushing it open, she found herself once again unable to move. The inside was larger. Stepping back outside the box, she circled it before shoving her way back through the doors. She turned, letting her gaze take in the strange surroundings before setting her gaze on the Doctor as he stood at the main control center pushing buttons and flicking screens.

"Fuck me," she muttered. "You were right, you son of a bitch." The urge to get ahold of alcohol and feel it burn down her throat was overwhelming.

"Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Always amazes your kind which leaves me to question your lack of imagination. Unfortunately the Tardis is stubbornly stuck in 2016 New York City. The console is shot and the heart of the Tardis is losing energy. Something is keeping me here." The Doctor rambled on. "But it can still appear here and disappear there. Not that you would understand." He bit his lip frustrated before clapping his hands. "Ah, I know! Have you ever seen the Statue of liberty up close?"

"It can teleport." She said slowly.

The Doctor merely grinned.

"So you're really an alien."

"Yep."

"You're not Kilgrave…"

"Nope."

Jessica blinked and shifted her feet, glancing around. "How is that possible? How do you look like him?"

"Regeneration." The Doctor sighed. "It's a way for us Time Lords to cheat death. New faces, new bodies, and new memories. My old lives start to fade but I get glimpses…." His words stopped as he paused in thought. A faraway look in his eyes. Rose's face flashed across his mind and his chest started to burn with an indescribable pain. Blinking, he dismissed the feeling and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Regeneration?"

"Yes, thank you for your excellent listening skills." He sniped irritated, missing her glare. Walking towards her, he waved towards the doors of his ship. "After you. Just watch your step." Jessica eyed him warily before opening the doors. Wind immediately whipped her hair back as she looked to see the police box somehow floating over hundreds of feet above the ground. The Statue of Liberty's head an arms distance away.

The Doctor sat down beside her with a bottle of red wine in one hand, the pant legs of his suit rolled up to his knees as he kicked his feet over the bottom of the Tardis and patted the spot next to him for Jessica to sit. She did so and eagerly grabbed the bottle.

"Crazy isn't it?" He asked as they sat in silence looking over the city.

She took a swig. "What is? That you're an alien that resembles the man who ruined my life?" The Doctor huffed.

"Letting it get to you. You know what that's called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts. This is one corner, of one country, in one continent, on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see." He whispered. "Your kind has this power of forgetting. Every time the earth is threatened, you tend to forget and turn to logic. But the emotions of the catastrophe stick."

Hung on his words, Jessica grunted. "So why do we remember the alien attack?"

The Doctor leaned back on his hands and tilted his chin towards the stars. "Ah, isn't that the question, Miss Jones."

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