AN: Do I even need to?

Chapter 5

As the Doctor started pulling levers and switching buttons, he asked, "The actor. The actor who plays me, who is he?"

I looked up from my journal and replied, "His name's Christopher Eccleston. He probably doesn't exist in your universe."

"Oh," He said as he continued fiddling with this and that. "What are you doing?"

"Writing down your adventures so I remember what happens when."

"Oh," he said and stared at the monitor on the console. "Can I?"

"Don't even try. If you knew your own future you'd rip a hole in the universe."

"Yes, right," he said returning to the controls. As we hit the rip between mine and his universe, the tardis started shaking. "Hold on!" he called, hitting buttons and flipping levers. I calmly walked over to the stabilizers and turned them on. The shaking subsided. He looked at me, slightly bemused and said, "You're no fun." I looked over my shoulder as I headed out of the room and said, "I don't want bruises."

As I entered the massive wardrobe room of the tardis, I said to her, "Each doctor has a trademark look, so why shouldn't I?" The tardis knew my intentions (and my style) and already picked an outfit for me, when I turned to look at it I gasped and breathed, "It's perfect."

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(Doctor P.O.V.)

She was wrong. He knew she was wrong. She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't even exist. Why did he let her come? He was always better off on his own. Yet there was something about her that he needed. Maybe it was the fact that she knew him. The fact that she could help him. The fact that he knew everything he'd been through. He didn't know. All he knew is that he needed to watch Alice Thorne.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice her come in. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a knee length skirt, black and layered, an off-white dress shirt with suspenders and a black tie, a long deep purple trench coat with a lot of pockets, and converse with a galaxy print on them. He couldn't stop staring. She looked….. Well never mind that.

"Alice… you look," He swallowed the word he wanted to say. "Good."

She didn't notice his awkwardness. "Thanks!" She said cheerily. " I thought 'The Doctor has a look, so why shouldn't I have a look?' Right?"

"Yeah… right," He said, preoccupying himself with the controls.

The tardis suddenly jolted to a stop.

"So, what's so special about London, 2005?" He said suspiciously. "You'll see," She replied, grabbing her journal and my hand as she pulled me towards the door.