It depresses me to say this, but this is the last chapter of this fic. But don't worry, it won't take long to catch up with Led Through Time by me, AKA co-owner of Fangirls at 221B. Hope you enjoy the last of my inner Moffat.

Chapter 3: Ends And Beginnings

So this was my life. Birthdays and holidays I'd spend with friends I met and their family's.

And probably everyone's asked "Where's your family?" Or "Next year I can come to your family's party, I bet it's amazing."

And my smile would fade. "My family's...dead." I'd reply with a sad look.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry I asked." They'd reply, before, of course, making an excuse to go elsewhere. You see, Amber's the only one who actually understood. She was what I actually had. She was my family.

Year's passed and soon I was about 22. From the money I gained from my diner job, I upgraded flats. No matter where I lived, I had three pictures on my nightstand, one of my parents, one of me and Gracie, and one of my family, not long before the incident.

Oh yeah, this day, it was Thanksgiving. I sat at a table. It was Amber's family's dining table. I spent every holiday there. They were my family. Though, I dated her brother once. Didn't work out. Sorry, John. I was one who broke up with him.

We're going off track. After a somewhat awkward silence, I said

"I want a toast, to my family my parents died about 14 years ago and my sister 6. They were an amazing family."

After we had toasted Amber said "Are you ok? Because the anniversary of their death was late last month."

"I know." I said "I'm fine, I guess. I did what I did every year." And by that I meant, Choco chip pancakes for breakfast, (Which is what I had for breakfast that day) And I went out to eat for dinner. When Amber was alive, we'd sneak out and eat burgers at a close restaurant. I ate the same burger order every year since I was about eleven. It was a sort of tradition, ok?

"Yes, I know. Since I'm kinda your family now, I was thinking I could start going to your yearly dinners."

"I donno. Every year I go to the same restaurant, and eat the same order."

"It's fine if I can't. I was just thinking you shouldn't be alone-"

"I know. It's just, it's a day for my parents. You'd have to, I donno, order the same thing, or something."

"I'm fine with that. We could sit, talk about memories, and I'd order the same thing."

"I guess we could try it next year."

And That moment on, she went to the dinner's. The rest of the year went by and soon I was 24, the day I ran away.

I was in a mood again. So I got off the couch and headed to the kitchen to bake a cake, or cookies, or a pie, or brownies. Obviously I got a little more angry when I ran out of milk. So I headed out.

When I was about halfway home it was almost dark. And maybe gonna rain.

"Right," I mumbled to myself as I kept walking. Suddenly a man ran straight into me. Sending the half-gallon of milk to the ground. As it slowly glugged out I turned to the man. "Sir, why don't you watch where you're going?!" I yelled

"Sorry, I was just, uh, running." He said, he was wearing a bow-tie and and suspenders and his hair was swept off to the side.

"Yeah I saw that." After a moment my non-angry brain kicked in. "Sorry for yelling, I was just, uh, getting home. What's your name?"

"I'm The Doctor. And you should really run." He said, while looking behind him nervously. Suddenly a lizard looking thing came in my sight.

"What in the heck is that?"

"That is...very dangerous." He glanced at it again. "Right, now," He grabbed my hand. Before I could react he said "Run." And took off, dragging me behind him. Quickly, I caught up to him. He lead me to a small blue box. I stopped short.

"Wouldn't that be a bit of a...um...tight squeeze?"

"Trust me. It is far from it. We have no time. Inside!" I walked in and my mouth dropped open.

"Its..."

"Go on, say it." He said. "I've heard them all."

"The TARDIS." I mumbled. Suddenly I remembered it all. In the moment I forgot completely about Doctor Who, which is a rare thing.

"What? How did you know?"

"I... know everything. I'm all-knowing."

He looked at me suspiciously. "I've heard that before." He mumbled. "Do I know you?"

"No, I've never met you."

"No I've met you befor-" His eyes grew wide. "Lizzie!" He yelled, before running over and hugging me.

"How did you know my name?"

"Oh, mixed timelines. Right, Lizzie Jackson, I am The Doctor."

"Yes I know. Give me a minute...Stay still." He stood like this was normal. "So, your hair, plus TARDIS, early eleven. What was the last thing you fought?"

"Big fish. Before you ask, Rory and Amy are back at their homes, because."

I sighed and then said "I was right. Take me somewhere beautiful."

"How do you know I even want to take you anywhere?"

"Well, when you realized it was me, you seemed happy to see me, so, I've traveled with you in my future and your past."

"And, Lizzie, once again, is right." He grinned. His face then fell. "Wait, Elizabeth, you're normal. You're not-"

"Not what?"

"I've said too much." He said "We should pick up Amy."

After a moment the TARDIS shook. He left for a moment and returned with Amelia Pond.

"Lizzie?" She said. After a moment she stood and stared at me. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, timelines, I don't know you yet."

"So that means your not-" Before Amy could finish the sentence the Doctor cleared his throat. "Right." She said

"How's Rory?"

"He's Rory." She simply replied.

"Doctor, can you take me somewhere amazing?"

"Of course I can." He then flipped switches and pressed buttons until he flung down one big switch.

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