I have decided to update this in my own time with chapters varying in size with the amount of time I have to write them and the amount of creativity I can dredge up, especially with the new season starting!

Disclaimer:

BBC OWNS MY SOUL! And most of this story, except Mel, who is my friend.

When the confused man had settled happily at her kitchen table with a cup of lukewarm tea and a plate of cinnamon toast, Mel sat across from him. She watched in slightly creepy fascination as he munched on the snack and sipped politely at his tea, raising one eyebrow at the cup when it was empty. "What are you doing?" Mel asked.

"I'm trying to read my tea leaves," he said in all seriousness.

"Like in Harry Potter?" she inquired again, leaning forward to peer into his cup, which he showed her quickly before resuming his investigation.

"Yes, I have attempted to dabble in magic but obviously science is far more useful and conclusive," he said with a nod. "Don't you agree?"

"Oh, of course," she smiled, twirling a lock of red hair around her finger. The Doctor snapped his head up and looked her over once, making her face turn a shade of red that left several tomatoes very jealous.

"You're a GINGER!" he exclaimed, jumping from his chair and walking quickly around the small table towards her.

"Yes I am," she laughed as he fingered her hair and compared it to his own short brown bangs. He frowned deeply and began to pout.

"I wish I was a ginger!" he exclaimed, ruffling her locks for good measure before strolling around the living room. He pulled a sonic screwdriver from his pocket and scanned the television. With a look of absolute confusion he slammed the small device against his palm several times before aiming at the TV again and trying to scan it. "It's broken!"

"What?" Mel asked. She played stupid as she walked over to him and tried to get a good look at the prop she practically worshiped.

"My screwdriver is broken! It isn't giving me the correct feedback on this technology," he said angrily, glaring at the small blue light in his hands.

"What is it?" Mel asked. The excited actress reached forward as if to touch it. The Doctor snatched it away and placed it in his breast pocket for safekeeping.

"It's my sonic screwdriver," he said with a sniff. As Mel looked on, the man began pacing back and forth muttering to himself. Mel caught several of the words, but they weren't connected and confused her highly. The young woman settled herself on her couch and watched him intently as he puzzled things out for himself, obviously unsure of what he was going to do next. She remembered his request from the entryway and whistled, causing the Doctor to spin on his heel and face her expectantly.

"So you needed help to find your vehicle, yes?"

"YES!" he shouted, racing down the staircase at top speed and nearly slamming into the front door. He stopped himself just in time and looked excitedly up at Mel, brown eyes wide with anticipation. "So are you coming or what, little ginger?"

"My name is Mel and I need to get dressed. Hold your horses Doctor," she laughed. Mel sprinted to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and some socks before meeting the doctor downstairs and hurriedly putting on her shoes. "So what are we trying to find, exactly?"

"A big blue box," he said, looking at her sideways to gauge her reaction to his words. She merely smiled, nodded, and gestured at the open doorway.

"Alright, Doctor, lead on."

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"Are you sure he was in the way?" the officer asked for a fifth time, making notes in his small official-looking pad of blue paper. The driver sighed exasperatedly and said yes, again. "And what did he look like?"

"Uh...like that guy!" the driver pointed to a man wearing a long tan jacket, blue suit, and white converse who was walking next to a sprightly red-headed young lady with a stylish green coat, both of them laughing.

"Was it him?" the officer asked, feeling a little unsure.

"Probably not, I mean, look, he's perfectly fine. I'm sure the victim of such a crash could not have gotten up and walked to his friend's house without properly alerting someone like you to his health. Perhaps he's wandered off. Really, officer, I wish you luck in your manhunt but I've told you everything I know. May I please leave?"

The policeman sighed and glanced around, waving the driver off before retreating to his car and driving back to the station to give a full report on everything that had happened. He passed the laughing couple once more and did a double take. For some strange reason, that man looked very familiar. The only problem was, the officer had no idea why he looked so familiar; the feeling would bother him all day.

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Mel looked around, not seeing anything resembling the TARDIS and not expecting to either. She knew that the Doctor wasn't really the Doctor and that sooner or later she'd have to explain it to him. Giving a very melodramatic fake shiver she turned to look at him. "It's getting really cold out, do you think we could head home?"

"I suppose, we can look for it again tomorrow," he sighed, "May I presume upon you for somewhere to stay tonight?"

"Yeah, of course," Mel mentally gave herself a high-five. David Tennant was going to be having a sleepover with her? Awesome!