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Well, here it is!

I wasn't really sure about this chapter, so please, gimme some reviews and tell me what you think!

I stood staring down the Last Time-Lord of Gallifrey. His face showed complete confusion, his thoughts revealed he didn't know what was wrong with him being where he was, the reason why was here obvious in his opinion.

"Okay, yes, that," I pointed to the metal machine on the ground, "would be why you're here, but how are you here? Who put you up to this? It wasn't Raven, she knows I love Doctor Who but she wouldn't have missed it for the world, and it wasn't anyone else either, mainly because I don't know anyone else, but that's beside the point!" I rambled before getting back on track, "Now, Doctor!"

"What's Doctor Who? And how do you know I'm the Doctor?" He asked blankly, apparently, my questions weren't worth an answer.

"Oh lord, I thought you were supposed to be smart! So much for you and your wonderful Time-Lords being superior to us stupid apes!" I shouted, exasperated. All the episodes of the show depicted the Doctor as a clever, witty, on the ball guy. If this was the Doctor, he'd regenerated one too many times.

"How do you know I'm a Time-Lord?!" He questioned me, eyes wide and mouth dangling open.

"Never mind that, how are you here?!" I yelled, getting frustrated with his idiocy quickly. For a genius, this man was seriously slow.

"You first!" He demanded, still looking and sounding stupid.

"Oh, for the love of-! I can read minds, alright?" Admitting part of the truth to him, "Your turn, you numpty!" He'd shut his mouth with a snap and I felt barriers rise, with big flashy signs telling me to keep out, around the supposed Doctor's mind. At least he was taking me seriously.

"I- I'm not sure actually. No one put me up to this though, I'll tell you that." He said soberly, still a hint of confusion on his face.

"Are you really the Doctor?" I asked him after a while of staring at each other. Maybe I was going crazy? I had fallen asleep watching Doctor Who; maybe I was still dreaming? But all today seemed so normal, so real.

"Who wants to know?" He enquired, tilting his head curiously. I laughed at him. He looked like an owl.

"Zoe McNeilly, that's bloody well who!" I shouted again, rolling my eyes for good measure. He was quiet for a moment, before shaking off whatever he was thinking.

"Yes, I'm the Doctor." He said with a sigh, I shook my head at him. About time he came to his senses.

"Alright then Doctor, let's get rid of that," I thrust my finger at the heap of metal a few feet in front of me, "and then we're going to talk." I said seriously, raising an eyebrow as he opened his mouth to disagree. He nodded and got to work.

In the same spot I studied in all day, I sat facing the Doctor, his sticky up brown hair, his wide brown eyes, his brown suit and tie and all. I furrowed my brows in concentration, thinking of a question to ask him that didn't make me sound crazy. My look of concentration was broken by a giggle at that, I was going to sound crazy anyway!

"Right first question, how are you in this, uh, dimension? I would presume this is a different dimension at least; DW wouldn't exist if this was your usual dimension. Oh, I'm babbling again, aren't I?" I asked him while partly working out how he was here for myself, unfortunately out loud.

"Well," He began and I rolled my eyes, for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He was the Doctor, he had the same 'well', "my transport sort of went askew and landed me here. My turn, how do you mean you read minds?" He asked, obviously not getting the simple fact I could read minds. It wasn't rocket science.

"It was a gift I was born with, apparently. I've been able to as long as I can remember. I can block out people's thoughts though, not too difficult, as you know." I raised an eyebrow at the last part of my sentence. He smiled apologetically and I felt him take down the flashy signs outside his mind.

"Are there more Cybermen?" I enquired; at first I didn't want to appear that I knew quite a lot about him and his enemies, but now wasn't the time for delay. If there were Cybermen running about my town, I had to help stop them.

"Unfortunately, yes. Not many though. I've already taken care of two, with your help, and from what I can tell there are half a dozen left." He frowned then, concerning me. The Doctor seemed worried about getting rid of them on his own; he'd usually had help in the show.

"Do you know who's controlling them?" I asked him, if I could get him to tell me enough, I could help him from the sidelines, as I suspected he wouldn't let me actually help him.

"Nope," He popped his p and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, "I don't know where they're coming from, either." He stood up and started flashing the rows of books and under the tables with the sonic.

"Why're you doing that? No one is here." I questioned him. It was true, no one was here.

"Just checking, though I think it's time for me to go." He flashed me a smile before walking out the double doors, with me hot on his heels.

"Oh, no you don't, buddy boy!" I called after him, thankfully catching up to him and walking quickly beside him.

"Buddy boy? Really?" He asked with a laugh, his eyes crinkling and laughter reverberating in the hall we walked down.

"Yes, buddy boy." I could've face palmed myself for that one. "Where do you think you're going? If you hadn't noticed, you're in a different dimension. A dimension that knows certain things thanks to a certain something." I reminded him, trying to leave out that his life was a TV show in our world.

"And what would that be?" He stopped and spun round to face me, looking serious. He probably thought it was connected to the Cybermen.

"That doesn't really matter, what does matter is that you don't bloody listen!" I shouted placing my hands on my hips.

"Different dimension, people know stuff, got it. Not a problem." He said simply and continued walking.

"Fine, then. You go deal with the bloody Cyborgs and I'll leave you to it. Goodnight, Doctor!" I said finally, walking off in another direction to get to my mo-ped, as I'd spent minutes walking the wrong way with the stupid Time-Lord.

"Doesn't listen, people know him. Cybermen running about my town, around Belfast! I'm obviously still dreaming. He always goes to London, bloody London. Why would he come to here? I'm dreaming." I muttered to myself, annoyed and a bit dismayed. If this was my dream, I would be doing something other than talking to the Doctor.

Pushing that thought aside as I reached my ride home, I dumped my bag inside the cubbyhole and got on, switching the engine on and revving up as I saw the Doctor running across the campus, towards me, from one of the other buildings. I tried to squish the little sliver of hope that he came to ask for my help, but the Cyberman chasing after the Doctor did that for me.

I released the brake on Clara and yelled for the Doctor to hop on the back, stopping just long enough for him to jump on and hold on for dear life as I shot out of the grounds.

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