"Are you sure you have enough blankets? It's supposed to be very cold tonight." My father asked me as he did a final tuck in. I was practically cocooned in my bed by the time he was done.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sure." I said as I patted the quilt and fleece blankets on top of me.

"Alright, I was just making sure." He smoothed down the top of my hair. "Did you enjoy your birthday?"

I nodded and my eyes lit up. "Yes! It was the best one ever! That story was so amazing!"

"Sweetheart," his voice dropped. "You do know that you can't tell anyone about it, right? That story is a secret between me, you, and your mum."

"What about Sharon?" The excited spark in my eyes had disappeared.

"Your mum and I will tell Sharon the story when she gets older. When she's your age." There was something about him that just didn't sit right with me.

"Are you alright, Dad?" I asked, tilting my head a little to the left.

He sadly chuckled and nodded. "Of course I am." Liar.

We sat in an awkward silence for only a moment before I asked, "Is the story true? About Gallifrey?"

He gave a small smile. "Yes. Very true."

I had a large grin on my face. "I want to go there one day. Can we go there?"

"Maybe one day." His tone of voice again betrayed him. He patted my stomach through the blankets. "Well, kiddo, I believe it's time for you to get some sleep. You had a big day today."

I yawned. "Okay, Dad." He got up from sitting my bed.

"I love you, kiddo, so much." He kissed my forehead before heading towards the doorway. "Goodnight,-"

"The Muse!" I sat up and said excitedly. "Can I be called The Muse?" That spark had returned.

His smile grew and he nodded. "Yeah. The Muse." He pondered over the name for a brief second. "The Teacher and The Muse, what a pair we make." I smiled along with him. "Goodnight, Muse."

"Goodnight, Teacher." He shut off my light, I laid down, and went to sleep.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the blonde man's handsome face above mine. "You alright?"

"Please back up." I said calmly, keeping my voice in a stoic manner rather than one freaking out.

"Okay, I'll ask again: Are you alright?" He backed up and held his hand out for me. I grabbed it and he pulled me up from a grated floor. I heard the sound of my feet hitting the floor and looked around. "Don't freak out." He warned me, letting go of my hand and backing away slightly.

"Where," I started, taking in the golden room. The interior looked familiar: golden walls, a large…thing in the middle of the room. "The hell am I?"

"My TARDIS?" He suggested, already starting to cringe away.

"Your WHAT?" I screeched turning sharply towards the Doctor.

"TARDIS."

I stalked up to him and cornered him in front of the large thing in the middle by placing my arms on either side. "Take. Me. Back."

"I can't." He swallowed.

"Why not?"

"Because we are headed to," The Doctor looked over at a screen. "Twenty-eighth century, planet of Okrasinki."

"You kidnapped me?" I moved my hands to grab at his collar.

"Only a little." He tried to defend himself.

I gave him a good shove. "Take me home!"

"I told you I can't!" He shouted back at me.

I dropped my hands out of frustration. "I have to get back!"

"Why? Why is it so important for you to get back? You're an out of work substitute teacher who's wanted nothing but to travel!"

My face fell. "How did you know that?"

"You talk in your sleep."

"Then you should know that I wanted to travel to Gallifrey, not Okrasinki."

He was starting to lose his patience. "Well I can't take you to Gallifrey."

"Can't can't can't! Is there anything you can do?"

The Doctor's face became flushed with anger. "I'm taking you to Okrasinki aren't I? I took you away from that crappy life you were leading!"

"Well sir, that 'crappy life' was all I had! My sister! I have to get back to my sister and make sure she doesn't screw up!"

"Let her screw up! She's young, she needs to learn from her mistakes!" He retaliated, throwing his hands into the air.

"What if she finds out, huh? What if she blows the whole timelord secret?"

He scoffed. "It's not like anyone's going to believe her. No one is going to listen to a crazy college kid."

"Says you. When I was in college, people believed everything you said." I crossed my arms over my chest, he mimicked me.

He stared right into my eyes for a moment. "Come with me on one adventure. One adventure," He interrupted my rebuttal. "And I will take you home."

I stood there, staring coldly at him. What else could I do, he was just going to hold me hostage until I agreed. "Fine." I said through thin lips. "One adventure."

The Doctor's face brightened and he became quite excited. "Fantastic! Grab your coat, it's very cold." He went over to a coat rack in one of the corners of the room and grabbed my green pea coat. He tossed it over to me and I caught it on instinct. "Oh, and you're going to want this." He came over to me opened his sport coat that I was still wearing, reached into the inner pocket, and held out the trinket that my dad had left me.

"What is it, exactly? I've had it all these years and I still have no idea." My anger was subsiding.

"It's called a sonic screwdriver. I have one sort of like yours." He pulled his out of his pants pocket and held it up against mine. "A sonic screwdriver can basically do anything, tell you the name of a species, fix a machine, send a shock of electricity from a light bulb…"

"Oh," I took my screwdriver and looked at it. "So that's what it does. I've been pondering over this little thing for years."

"Well ponder no longer, get on your coat and let's hit the road!" He grabbed a black pea coat from the coat rack and threw it on.

"Uh, do you want your coat back?" I asked him, awkwardly playing with the ends of the front.

He gave a one sided smile. "You might want to keep it on, it is very very cold out there."

I blushed a little and slid on my green coat over his tan one. Once I was all bundled up, he opened the door to reveal a snow infested landscape, a small city in the distance. "We're really doing this?" I asked, butterflies invading my stomach.

The Doctor grabbed my hand. "Yes, Muse. We're really doing this, let's go." And he took me out of the TARDIS and closed the door.

I stared at the tiny police box. "You know, this resembles my TARDIS, except its blue and mine's red."

"Yours is a regular phone booth?"

I nodded. "Yeah. That's funny." I smiled a little.

He stared at me incredulously for a minute before holding out his hand for me. I stared up at him, and made to grab his hand but instead slapped him in the back of the head.

"Ow, much." He rubbed the spot.

"That was for kidnapping me." I smiled again and grabbed his free hand. "Let's go." He forgot about his pain and we starting running off towards the city.