Now, to most people, seeing the Prime Minister of London isn't that bad. For some, they may spend years trying to get as close to him as I am right now.

But when you know who he truly is, and he knows one of your secrets, that's not an ideal situation.

"Why. Why me? Why not use Alec?" I can tell that the Master wants me for experimenting. He wouldn't just kidnap me to talk.

"For that precise reason." He smiles that sick smile, the one that just tells you that he kicks puppies in his free time. But his words aren't making sense. I'm sure he can see that too. By the way his grin is growing; I can see my assumption is right.

"I don't want to study full blood, oh no… I want to study the blood mixed with human. If I can find how it mixes, then I can find out how to infuse your blood into mine… Making me more powerful than any," he steps closer, "other," closer, "species." By now he's way too close for my liking; I can feel his breath on my face. Moving my arms, I attempt to move away. The chains are too thick though, it's impossible.

"Then what purpose did Alec serve? If you only needed me and my… Wait, where's Alec?" He steps away and starts laughing crazily, dementedly. That's all the proof I need. "What did you do to him?" The laugh gets louder.

"As you know, it takes a special weapon to kill your species, so I couldn't kill him. So I threw him into a star." 'He threw him in a star? So he's as good as dead… Guess I really am the last now. To be honest, it's not as bad I thought it would be to be alone. Is this how the Master has felt since the Time War?'

He probably expects me to burst out crying now. But there's no point. I've pretty much been alone my entire life, so it doesn't matter now if I'm truly alone. So as I just sit here, his laughter dies down.

"Ah well, it doesn't matter. No point in explaining anything to you now. You can't do anything, and I doubt you'll remember this conversation anyways." My guard goes up and I mentally file everything he has just said and get ready to store whatever he will say next into my brain forever. That can't mean anything good. But maybe I can use this to my advantage. If he isn't expecting me to remember anything said now, he may tell me what I want.

"O..kay," I fake hesitation. "Can I just ask a question for now, I'm bursting with curiosity."

He looks a bit suspicious, but replies anyways, "Depends on the question…"

"Who is the old man? He doesn't seem too important to me." To add to the innocent nature, I tilt my head to the right slightly, furrowing my eyebrows a bit. Mentally, it disgusts me, but I have to do this to try and get my answers. I just hope it doesn't seem too different from my personality to him… No, he has only seen a bit of me. He shouldn't be able to tell that it's not how I always act. If he suspects it is, hopefully he just counts it as scaring me into submission.

It works, and he chuckles while walking over to the man. "Who, this? Why, he is the one person who keeps me from being lonely. THIS, my dear quarter-blood, is the only Time Lord in all of time and space besides me!"

Instead of my eyes widening in shock at him like I should've, my eyes are drawn to the sudden pain in my arm, where they find a syringe.

"Good night, Emilee…"

~Roughly One Year Later~

"…Wake up…"

'Noooo I wanna seeeeeep dun make me get up…'

"… Wake up…"

'No…. Pony, I already fed you…"

"WAKE UP!"

Opening my eyes, I slap the noise. "I'm up, god damn it." Blinking a few times, the situation starts to set in. 'So, let's get everything sorted. I'm in a different room than before, this one is probably to keep me away from other people. Also, I'm not chained anymore, so I can move. I'm obviously awake, so either someone woke me up, or the drug he gave me wore off. Most likely, it's the first option. Master wouldn't let me wake up if he could help it unless he severely needed me to... So that means something must've happened to him… But then what happened to the old man. Maybe I should ask whoever woke me up. Obviously they want to help me, as they unchained me too. Wait, who DID wake me up?'

I finally look over to who I slapped, and see a tall man with brown hair holding his cheek and staring at me. Well, I would stare at someone too if I woke them up and they slapped me…. He's dressed impeccably, his brown pinstripe suit unwrinkled, his brown and blue tie perfectly straight, and his… 'Converse?'

"What?" He asks, still not moving at all. "What?"

"Dude, I slapped you. Get over it." Why lie? I did slap him.

Blinking, he shakes his head and puts the hand on his cheek forwards, I think maybe to shake my hand. "I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you." While saying this, he smiles a dorky smile at me, and on him it actually looks normal.

'Okay, so he's oddly friendly… I can deal with that.' "Hi… So… why exactly are you here? I'm sure the Master wouldn't just let people wander around his place waking up his experiments without good reason. So what's yours, hun?"

The smile is replaced with a confused face and his hand drops. "Did you just call me 'hun'?"

"Yes. Yes I did."

"Alright then." His face grows serious. "I'm here to get you out. The Master is… dead. No, he didn't regenerate. He forced himself not to." He adds, seeing me about to ask. "I watched him die, he's gone."

"Does that mean there are no Time Lords left in existence? Wait, no, there's that old man. Where did he go?" I silently hope that he is okay, even if he is the last one.

"I'll tell you about the old man if you tell me why you were here. You mentioned something about being an experiment?" Hesitating, I quickly think through the pros and cons of telling him. If I do, he'll tell me about the old man, and maybe I can help the poor elder. He may have had a life he was living before this all happened. If I don't tell him, he won't know the full extent of my abilities, but I can't help the old man at all… Alright then, that's what I'll do.

I sigh. "Yes, he did bring me here as an experiment. I'm not fully human, as you probably gathered. I'm part demon. Yes, I know, you probably don't believe me, as demons look nothing like humans. The closest to proof I can give you is my demon form." Shifting mid-sentence, I continue my explanation. "Time Lords and humans are relatively close in DNA, therefore because I am part human AND part demon, he wanted to see how my DNA mixed with itself and try to copy that into his own, making him half Time Lord, half demon. He would be truly unstoppable if he managed to do that." I finish, changing back.

"Now tell me about the old man. Where is he now? Is he safe?" Crossing my arms, I question the tall man who was just staring at me. He regains composure after I snap my fingers in his face.

"Yes, he is perfectly fine. And he is right in front of you." Cue adorable head tilt from me. "I am the old man. He used a sonic laser to show my true age, or, at least, the oldest I could get while looking human-like. Later he turned it back further, showing all nine hundred years of my life."

"Damn, time was nice to you." Hey, I gotta admit, this dude is hot. I'll ask my serious questions later, let's keep it simple for now. That adorable grin he first gave me comes back.

"Yes, it has. Now, shall I take you home?" His face falls when I hide my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I can't go home now. I have things in my house that no one else's eyes but mine should see. Because of this, I set it up so if I leave without turning on the lights in the basement, the house implodes and a strong perception filter is put on the entire property, so no one ever knows the house or I even existed. All indications of Emilee Winters being alive no longer exist."

What the hell? He's smiling about this? "Well, Emilee Winters, would you like to make a new life on the TARDIS? There's free food and everything." He outstretches his hand once more, except this time he isn't saying hello…

"Free food? And a room smaller on the outside? Hell yeah I'm in!" I grab his hand, and he pulls me to the TARDIS. After unlocking it, he drags me inside, then immediately starts flipping levers, pushing buttons, and twiddling knobs. He pauses to look up at me and give me that goofy grin of his again, to which I give my own genuine smile.

This time, he's saying welcome home.