A/N: Anyone who is reading this should go vote on my poll. Pweas? Also, all the best Time Lords (and Ladies) were Prydonians.
What if?
Brittany stood upon an orange hill, cutting a striking figure in her long flowing Prydonian robes, looking out across the rusty deserts of Gallifrey. The second sun was just rising on the horizon, and a moon, visible despite the bright sunlight, was suspended against the backdrop of an alien sky.
Behind her, nestled among a copse of silver-leafed trees was a TARDIS. But not just any old TARDIS. It was the TARDIS, a timeship stuck in the endearing shape of an Earth police box (that's public call by the way, free of charge). And there was Brittany's companion, a tall man leaning against the TARDIS doorframe, flicking a yoyo back and forward.
"Brittany, when can we go?" he moaned with a nasally whine. "I wanna go do something fun."
The Time Lady sighed, and turned her gaze away from the extensive Gallifreyan deserts. "Okay Doctor," she said, with a voice that sounded like the most beautiful of birdsongs. "How about the planet of Callufrax? Or the mountains of Poosh? Not the lost moon, the planet!"
"Brittany? Brittany….. BRITTANY!"
Brittany jerked her head away from the bus window, only to see two deep, brown eyes staring directly into hers. "What?" she grumbled.
"We're going to be late for the convention," the Doctor said, jumping up and down on the spot. "And I don't want to miss the nibblies. Come on!" He bounded out of the bus and onto the streets of London without a second look for his human companion.
Brittany sighed, and followed him, just like she always did.
Still, a girl could dream, couldn't she?