A/N: Here's chapter 2 for you all. I had no internet when I wrote this so I posted it at the same time as I posted the first...that's probably how the next chapter will be too...

Any who! Doctor Who-BBC and Daniel X-James Patterson.

-Doctor-

I woke up, sitting in the seat that I'd fallen asleep in (it's always good to check that you wake up in the same place you fall asleep in). Everything was as it was the day before. High time for a sigh of relief.

I walked out of the door into the alley that the TARDIS was parked in. I walked out into the streets of the same small town that was a bit more decorated than it was the night before with things like pumpkins, costumes, plastic skeletons, hay stacks, Frankenstein memorabilia, ghosts, etc. It was only a bit chilly out but it was enough to make me glad I was wearing my trench coat. I wandered through the streets for a while, wondering where I would get food for the day, seeing how I had just a few coins in my pocket and nothing more. Halloween is a great holiday, but it wasn't quite known to be as generous as Christmas. Oh, all right, unless you count the buckets of candy. But still.

Eventually, I found my only chance of breakfast: a "soup kitchen" sort of place. I kept my trench coat drawn around myself to keep from looking out of place. The decorations were profuse, but very welcoming. I stood in a very short line to get a plate of food. The woman who handed me my food was dressed up like a witch and smiled kindly, defeating the purpose of the costume, but not unwelcome.

"You're new here," she said to me.

I looked up at her and smiled back.

"Yeah, I do a bit of traveling."

This apparently intrigued her.

"And what would make you stop in a place like this?" she asked jokingly.

"Yeah, that was sort of an accident," I admitted, "but I'm not regretting it so far."

"Well," she said, "stay as long as you need to. There's plenty here." She gestured to the plate she handed me and I nodded to her.

"Thank you, ma'am."

I walked over to a somewhat-empty table and sat down to eat. I was looking around when I saw a face in the window. It was the boy from the restaurant fight the previous night. I smiled and gestured at him to come over and sit by me. He walked in the door and came over to sit by me, attracting stares from a couple of workers and customers, but none that seemed taken aback rather than interested. The boy sat next to me and studied my face as I took a bite from my bread.

Then the boy muttered, "I didn't expect to see an alien like yourself in a place like this."

That made me raise an eyebrow at him.

"Alien hunter, I suppose?" I asked, under my breath.

"You bet." He held out his hand. "Daniel."

I took his hand and shook it kindly.

"John Smith."

"I know that can't be your name," Daniel replied quietly.

"All right then, smart one." I turned to see his face better, "You going to tell me what my name is? Because I'm pretty sure it's John Smith."

The boy chuckled.

"I guess I've just never heard of an alien named John Smith."

"I've heard of aliens with the name Daniel No-Last-Name, though," I retorted. "You had better have good intentions for being near that Hath and for coming to talk to me, too."

"Touché," he said. "I just wanted to thank you for that help you gave me last night. Nothing threatening, but I am ready if you try to threaten me."

I raised my eyebrows at this, but quickly relaxed them.

"Ah," I pointed out, "just like you were armed in the blink of an eye last night, eh?"

He smiled and winked at me. I gave a little laugh before digging back into my food.

"So," he continued. "Why're you eating here when you could choose anywhere else in town?"

I gave him a hint of sarcasm in my smile and said, "Well, for starters, I haven't got any money. No Currency that'll work here anyhow. I have a single coin from my home planet but that'd cost nothing here where no one knows anything about it."

The young alien hunter nodded his head.

"Where 're you from then?"

I shook my head and looked down at the table.

"A place that's been long gone."

Daniel nodded sympathetically, not asking any more questions about my home planet.

"You can tell me later then," he said. "Where you're from, that is."

"And you can tell me where you're from," I prodded.

Daniel smirked.

I finished off the food on my plate and returned it to the bin where the dirty dishes were supposed to go. Daniel and I walked out, onto the street.

When we arrived at the restaurant where the crazy Hath had been defeated the night before. I looked sideways at Daniel.

"So , what are you? Human? Anything else?" I asked.

Daniel stared straight ahead, almost as if he was staring through the building itself.

"Not human. That's all I'll say. Though, I don't mind not being one. I create things from my imagination. That Opus model shooter I used last night...I needed the time you gave me to concentrate on creating it. If you hadn't...well, let's just say I wouldn't be here talking to you right now."

I grimaced and kept my vision at the mess through the window of the restaurant. It was hard not to think about last night.

I turned myself away from the wreckage to face Daniel again.

"Daniel?" I asked.

"Yeah, John?"

"What's your last name?"

There was silence.

"I don't have one."

He looked up at me and gave me a grimace of his own.

"You were right about me not being called John Smith, too. I was just worried you'd have incentive to try and kill me. I'd hate to have to do anything to you after saving your life. I am dangerous, I suppose, and you'd have plenty of reason to try an attempt on my life. I'm the last of my kind: a kind that was powerful enough to wipe out 200 dalek spaceships...which I have done myself, mind you. A kind who wouldn't interfere to the point that we literally were sealed up in our own little bubble of existence."

I took a second to catch my breath.

"You may call me the Doctor."

With that, I walked away, back to the TARDIS.

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