((Insane Old People and Crazy Kids))

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I closed my eyes, enjoying the sunshine mixed with a crisp and cool breeze gently blowing around me, smiling at the wonderful feeling of the season of fall. My favorite season. Leaves drifting across cobblestone that was damp from the previous night's rain in my favorite park made the bench I sat on the perfect place to sketch out my latest vision in my drawing pad, already almost filled to the brim with random images I'd drawn out.

I was so happy I had moved here, to England four years ago. I loved the peaceful air of it, people being kind to one another. Excluding the few rude people of course.

I paused in my drawing to sweep some long black hair over my shoulder, humming quietly to the music that filled my ears, my pencil pausing as I examined the strange drawing I had been working on for the past two hours.

It was a drawing of an angel, a beautiful stone angel that looked so full of despair that I nearly felt sorry for drawing it. I skimmed my fingers down the length of its wings, smiling gently at it. It looked so realistic. It reminded me of the angels that guarded the gravestones of a nearby cemetery.

Back to it looking realistic, I remembered what my only friend in England, Breana Nicole, had said about the realistic factor about all of my art.

"Just…keep them to yourself and don't show me them again," my usually happy, bubbly, and friendly friend had said with a nervous tone. "I'd prefer if I didn't have to see those. They look way too real for my liking. Makes me think they'll pop out of the page."

I bit my lip as I snapped the black hardback sketchbook shut, huffing. I needed to get a car, I decided, pouting at the fact that I needed to leave the lovely green park. My favorite spot in anywhere I'd ever seen, even back home with Mandy and Michael, my adopted parents.

I climbed to my feet, pulling my white headphones off and stuffing them into my large bag along with my IPhone and my sketchbook, adjusting my white jacket and stuffing my hands in my pockets as I started down a cobblestone path, heading for the exit of the park so I could walk to a café a few blocks away, where I planned on meeting up with Bre to people watch and scout out any particularly friendly guys –for her specifically. I wasn't into the guy thing at the moment, I just wanted to live.

Something moved in the corner of my vision and I turned my head just in time for someone to slam into me, sending me sprawling to the ground with a yelp. My possessions went flying out of the bag, and I winced at the sharp crack! of my IPhone striking the cobblestone path. I cursed quietly, scrambling to my feet.

"Sorry, sorry," the person who'd crashed into me said, distracted as he scrambled to gather my sketchbook. "Looking for something important, didn't mean to do that…" He helped me to my feet, and I groaned in frustration as I realized a few loose pages had flown out, landing in random positions around us.

"It's alright," I reassured the man, surprised. I scooped up my IPhone, grimacing at the now shattered screen. Damn, that had been an expensive phone, too. I stuffed it into my bag along with my headphones and different pencils and colored pencils I had brought, taking my sketchbook from him and stuffing it in as well. "I doubt you meant to run into me that hard, just get those papers over there, please?'

"Yes, yes," the man said briskly, darting over and snatching them up with an air of impatience. "So sorry about that, I'm in a rush, looking for something fairly important as I said…" he trailed off, and I glanced over as I picked up a few of my drawings. He had fallen silent, looking at my art with a startled expression. "You drew these?"

"Yes," I answered, holding my hand out expectantly as he ran a finger over the paper, a sad look entering his expression. When he handed it over, I was surprised to see that he had been looking at the picture of the young blond woman with glowing eyes that I had dreamed about only a few weeks ago. "All of them. They're things I think of and sketch them out."

The man ran his fingers through his styled brown hair, pursing his lips and shooting an anxious look over his shoulder. "I…ah, I need to-"

"Go ahead, I'm alright," I told him, giving a small laugh at his anxious, nervous look. "I have no idea why you're in such a rush, but just go." I tucked the drawings into my bag, smiling, amused. It had been a while since I'd talked to someone in this much of a rush, and by the tensed form he held, he was definitely needed somewhere.

"Sorry about that phone of yours, I'll try and pay you back for that," he apologized, and then took off at a sprint, tucking a pair of black glasses into the pocket of his trench coat. He disappeared into the park, and I raised an eyebrow, brushing myself off.

He was strange, I decided, making sure I had picked up everything that belonged to me. "Oh!" I had almost forgotten my wallet! Ugh, sometimes I was such an idiot! I scooped it up, and then noticed something beside it. I frowned, picking it up.

It was a strange gray and silver device with a black end and a blue bulb of a tip. A few buttons ran down the sides of it, and I tilted my head, examining it. "Huh," I muttered, shrugging and tucking it into my bag as well. I'd turn it into the police later, but for now, I had to meet Bre. She was probably already wondering where I was.

Sweeping my thigh-length black locks over my shoulders so that it cascaded down my back, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and started down the path once again.

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An hour later found me sitting, my legs crossed, at a café table, my blonde haired friend Bre across from me, sipping at some tea and studying any man that passed with a critical look on her face. "Too skinny," she complained for the third time. "All of them are either too thick or too skinny! So not fair!"

I rolled my eyes, resting my chin in my palm as I flipped through my papers, making sure I had each and every drawing from the past four years in there. I wasn't sure how, but I knew exactly what was in there. Every single drawing I had ever done locked inside my mind. "Bre, be patient. Some guy will come along, probably one of the two you don't like, and you'll fall head over heels. Chill."

"They all want you and your pretty hair, though," Bre complained.

I shrugged. "And I'm not interested." I skimmed my fingers over the drawing of the blonde girl with glowing eyes, the one the man had looked at earlier, moving onto the next one, the drawing of the angel statue, and then an army of metal men.

"Ali," Bre, warned. "I don't wanna see those."

"I'm just making sure they're all here," I replied patiently, pursing my lips with a huff. "Some guy ran into me and they went…every…where…" I trailed off, examining one of my drawings.

It was the man.

The very man I had run into, or, more specifically, had run into me. All of the details were the same, down to the very way his hands were in his pockets and the black framed glasses perched on his nose. And behind him was the familiar blue box I dreamed about every night.

Every night without fail, that damn box was in my dream. I could dream about showering and it would make its way in there. That stupid old blue police box.

But why was it in the very same picture as the nameless guy who'd ran into me earlier? I frowned, shoving a hand through my hair. "Bre," I said, interrupting her complaints about the lack of decent men in the country. "Look at this. Bre, I saw him earlier."

Bre glared at me, examining the picture I had drawn about three years ago. "You're imagining things," she sighed, handing it back. "Though I have to say, I wouldn't mind that guy being real. He's not too bad looking."

I rolled my eyes again, shuffling through my pictures. "Aha!" I cried as I finally found what I was looking for, handing another picture to her. It was a picture of the silver device I had found earlier! I took the exact device from my bag and waved it in front of her face. "Look at this! You call that imagining things?"

Bre blinked in surprise, examining the device and then the picture. "…you're messing with me," she accused, shoving it back with an annoyed look. "You went and had some person make that for you."

"No," I protested, "I ran into that guy earlier, and it must have been his…he might've dropped it when he crashed into me. We both fell…I need to go find him and give it back…"

"You're not going anywhere, Ali," Bre snapped, "We're supposed to be hunting for potential boyfriends, remember!?"

I paused, having shoved away from the table and already pushing all of my papers into my bag. "But, Bre…this guy, he's important, I know he is…"

"I don't care," Bre snapped, "You never want to hang out and the one time you do, you're just going to leave me? I should've invited someone else!"

I winced as she shot to her feet, obviously irritated. "Bre, I'm sorry," I pleaded. "I need to give it back, and then I'll come right back! Maybe you could even come with me-"

"Forget it," she spat, stalking away, heading towards her apartment.

I bit my lip, tempted to go after her, but shook my head, examining the strange device in my hand. This needed to be returned before the guy thought I'd stolen it from him. I didn't want to be arrested for an accidental theft! I turned away, darting in the direction of the park. Sorry, Bre, gotta do this and then I'll apologize and rip up all the drawings!

She'd love that.

Maybe enough to forgive me.

I ducked into the park as soon as I reached it, slowing to a walk as I passed a couple who were fairly close to making out in the middle of a public place. I looked around, inspecting the area for the man from earlier, but seeing nobody but an old woman walking her old looking dog. I walked over to her, saying politely, "Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen-"

"Leave me alone," the woman said irritably.

"I just wanted to know if you've seen-"

"I said leave me alone!" she snapped back, glaring at me with sparking blue eyes now.

"I'm sorry, just, please, I need to find-" I was cut off when the dog suddenly hissed.

Hissed.

Last time I checked, dogs didn't hiss.

And neither did old women.

I backed away, slightly worried now. "I'm sorry; I'll just be going now…" I whirled away, darting down the path, startled. When the hell did elderly women and dogs start hissing at me!? When you picked up something that didn't belong to you, I answered myself with a sigh. That's what I get for picking up the silver stick. Stupid me.

I sighed as I came across a small child, playing with another. "Excuse me," I said softly, crouching so that I was at eyelevel with them, smiling. They stopped playing, eying me warily, "Could you tell me if you've seen a man in a brown coat with a suit and glasses hanging around here? He was tall and had some strange hair…"

"Oh!" the small girl said, smiling at her companion excitedly. Her green eyes gleamed with a strange light. "Yes, you mean the Doctor, searching for his lost screwdriver!" Her voice took on a sneering tone and I jerked back when she smirked. "Alissa Levine is looking for the Doctor!"

"Wouldn't Mother be happy to hear about that," the small boy she'd been playing with sneered. "The Successor has lost her Doctor!"

I flushed, confused. "I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip, "Could you just- hold on a sec, I didn't tell you my name!"

The girl smiled innocently, though it looked more like she was baring her blunt human teeth. "Everyone knows of the Successor. The only one who doesn't know you is the Doctor, the poor Doctor who's lost without his screwdriver or TARDIS."

"Stop that," I said sternly, "I don't know what you're talking about, so just tell me if you've seen the man before I get mad!"

The girl laughed. "What are you gonna do?" she taunted, "Sonic me? You don't even know how to fight! I've seen your pathetic skills, everyone has! You're just as pathetic as ever!"

"Ah, I've been looking for you," a voice said smoothly. "Was wondering where you'd wondered off to."

I jerked up, startled to see the man from earlier. "Uh-" He shot me a look and I got it. Play along. For whatever reason I didn't understand, I needed to pretend I knew him. "Sorry, got a bit lost while…shopping."

"If you'll excuse us," he said smoothly to the children, shooting them a glare. "Behave, you two. Wouldn't want to make anyone angry, would you?"

The two children shot us a final glare before scampering off.

"I….uh…," I stammered for a moment before suddenly thrusting the silver device at the man with an apologetic expression. "Here. I didn't mean to take it or anything; I just found it and didn't think anything of it."

"Ah, my sonic screwdriver!" The strange man cheered up instantly, his glare fading as he gently took the device, examining it. "And not a scratch! Thanks, needed that! Well, could've made a new one, but takes longer than I have for now…seeing how those two have been causing trouble and three people have disappeared since I got here…"

I raised an eyebrow, barely understanding a single word he said as he spoke in a rushed tone. "Err…yeah…" It hit me. This guy could help me understand the drawings maybe! It was him and his weird device I had drawn after all! "Hey! I have a question for you, one moment."

I withdrew my art from my bag, shuffling through it before offering a few papers to him. "You know what these are, don't you?"

He withdrew his glasses from his pocket, sliding them on and scanning over the pictures. "Huh. That's me. And the TARDIS…strange talent you've got here…Ah! Even Jack! Interesting, interesting!" He snatched the other papers from me, going through them. "Cybermen, Ood, Weeping Angels, my screwdriver…where'd you see these?"

I shrugged uncomfortably. "Nowhere, they just appeared in my head." I pointed to a paper filled to the brim with drawings of the police box. "That especially. No matter what I do, that always appears."

"The TARDIS," he mused, running his fingers through his hair. "Strange. I've never heard of this."

"The police box is called the TARDIS?" I said eagerly. He knew! He knew what everything was! "That's a strange name for a police box! And what about this place? I handed him another picture, this time of a room with a strange blue column and controls and coral spires. "What's this?"

He took it, examining it as well. But then he glanced up, not at me, but over my shoulder. "We've got some company I see. They went for some friends."

I cast a glance over my shoulder, startled when I saw the two children, the old woman and her dog, and a few others. "They hissed at me," I said softly, "What's with that?"

"Oh, nothing much." he replied simply, handing the picture back to me, and I tucked it safely back into my bag. "We should…ah, never mind, exit is blocked, too."

I glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, we were surrounded. "What do they want?"

"Excellent question! What do you want?" the man said, turning and removing his glasses, staring at the people.

The girl from earlier hissed, her jaw giving a strange twitch. "The Doctor wonders what we want," she taunted.

An old man cackled. "He should know."

The man –the Doctor, I suppose –gritted his teeth. "What do you want?" he repeated.

"The girl," a woman said simply.

"We want the girl," another woman agreed. "The girl is what we want."

The old man cackled. "Her death, more specifically."

"Death of the Successor would make us famous!" the old woman cried.

I bit my lip, glancing at the Doctor, who narrowed his eyes. "Leave her alone, you lot," he said angrily. "She's just an innocent human, she's done nothing! Have you?"

"NO, I haven't done anything," I snapped, "I just come and sit and draw is all."

The Doctor hummed thoughtfully, rocking back on his heels. "What has she done to you lot, hm? You could have any other person, why this girl specifically? Hm!?"

"She's the Successor," the girl wailed impatiently, glaring daggers at the Doctor, "Hand her to us! Let us rip her apart! She deserves death!"

I winced. And all I wanted to know was where this guy was…

"Her flesh wouldn't be half bad either," a man murmured, and I shot a death glare at him. The Doctor did the same.

"The Doctor can't escape!" the old woman cried, "Get them! Get them now!"

The Doctor shot me a cheerful look, winking. "Ah, time to run!" And then he took off. "This way!"

I scrambled after him, demanding, "Why are we running, they can't seriously hurt us, can they?! Half of 'em are old people and children! Regular old people and children!"

"Regular old people and children that hiss?" the Doctor pointed out, ducking around a corner. I followed. "You're like any other human, not seeing past the perception filter. They're hiding they're true form- ah! Here we are! In you go!"

I froze.

The police box from my dreams!

He unlocked the door, pushing me inside and slamming the door behind him, locking it before suddenly whipping around in an almost frenzy, grabbing things. I nearly jumped when he appeared beside me, gently grasping my chin and tilting my head back to examine my face. "Nothing unusual about you, just a regular human girl. Come from anywhere in particular?"

I shook my head. "No," I said heatedly, "I came from America, that's all."

"Why'd you move? Any family?"

I bristled. "No, and I just wanted to!"

The Doctor picked up a piece of my hair, examining it as he said, "Sorry about this." He grabbed the silver device I'd returned, pressing a button. A buzzing came from it and the lock of hair fell off of my head.

"Hey!" I cried in outrage as he danced away from my swatting hand, darting over to screen. It took me a moment to recognize where we are. I'd drawn this place, too. A compartment slid open and he placed the hair in it, closing it. "You're just a regular human," he repeated. "Then what, what do they want with you, Ms. Alissa Levine?"

"Ali," I corrected before demanding as he pulled a piece of grated floor away and disappeared beneath the massive control panels, "What in the hell are you doing?!"

"Finding something!" he cried back, "Go push the red button by the zigzaggy kind of lever, would you? That's the lights down here!"

I did as he said, then jumped when he came flying back up with a triumphant cry. "Here we are, maybe I can get this to work this time!"

I brushed my fingers over the bronze-colored paneling of the strange machinery, and I gasped when it shuddered, an echo of a voice whispering across my mind. The Doctor was by me in an instant, inspecting my face again. "Just an ordinary human and the TARDIS is answering to your touch when it hasn't done much for the past few months…."

I flushed, tearing my hand away from the console. "Where exactly are we? Can I go home?"

"Inside of the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space," he answered, "And no, not just yet. Gotta figure out if those Lizans are aggressive to other humans…"

My patience snapped. "Oi!" I shrieked, "Stop running around and tell me what is going on!"

"Right!" he said, "Sorry! Those are aliens from another planet! I don't know why they're calling you a successor or after you, but we're going to find out!" He snatched my bag from me, tossing it to the side before pushing me to some seat and making me sit in it. "You sit there, I'll be back. And I mean it! Don't come out till I say so!" He disappeared outside like a whirlwind, contraption in hand.

I was left, stunned. So much had happened in such a short time that it took me a moment to process.

For some reason, those things wanted to kill me. The only thing that stood between me was a stranger with some lump of metal and a stick and a thin wooden set of doors.

Tears of frustration pricked my eyes. Oh, I wasn't scared. I was infuriated by the fact that I didn't understand a single thing. I sniffled, wiping at my eyes. Stupid tears.

"My Girl came," a voice whispered in my mind, startling me. "My Girl is in danger. My Thief approaches…"

As the last words were whispered, the Doctor came flying back in, moving faster than I thought physically possible as he moved rapidly around the controls of the machinery, leaving me blinking. "Ah, there we are! All taken care of, I think, just some little virus that needed taken care of! You should be safe to go home, now! Won't bother you a bit! What's the address?"

I blinked.

That was fast.

"You killed them?" I demanded.

"Oh, not the humans," the Doctor "reassured", "They were possessed by a virus from another galaxy that I haven't checked up on in a few years. Should do that as soon as you're gone. Sorry about the trouble, though I must thank you for returning my sonic. Well, not stealing it. Lots of people return it, fewer steal it."

My head was spinning. "They're gone?" I repeated.

"Yep! Address?"

"They're gone. Things that were trying to kill me disappeared in a matter of ten minutes? Am I dreaming or something?" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. This was all so confusing. Today had definitely been a hell a day, that's for sure! Bre hated me now. Met some guy who knew about my drawings. "Something tried to kill me and you saved me and now you're just going to leave?"

"Sure," the Doctor said, shrugging. "My job is done. Unless…"

I glanced at him. "Unless…?"

He finally seemed to slow down. "Unless…you'd like to come with me?"

I blinked. "Uh, where exactly?"

"Oh, anywhere, really. Need to check up on that galaxy first. But I would like to know…why you?" He murmured, examining me from where he was working on the controls. He pushed a lever and the TARDIS quivered. "Ah, you're waking up finally, are you, old girl!?"

"You're talking to a machine?"

"She's alive," the Doctor huffed. "Not a machine. The TARDIS has a heart and everything. Just…no looking into that."

I hesitated. "You're offering to take me with you?"

"Sure," he agreed, "Find out what they wanted with you, how you know about Time Lords, that kind of stuff…what do you say?"

I blinked. "But, I have a home," I protested, waving at the doors.

"Time machine," he interrupted. "I can take you back to five minutes after we leave."

"You're kidding," I muttered.

"Nope," he said cheerfully. "Now, yes or no? I really do need to get moving."

The answer was obvious. Why give up the chance jus 'cause Bre was mad? Why give up some chance to run off with a stranger in a weird machine just so I could call Mandy and Michael?

I grinned, narrowing my eyes. "Prove this isn't just some trick…ah, what should I call you?"

"The Doctor, just the Doctor," he answered, not taking his eyes off of the screen he was studying. "Call me the Doctor, and I'll call you Ali."

"Well then, Doctor, prove yourself."

He glanced at me, a mischievous look on his face. "To Canziar it is." He pulled a lever, pressed a button and then pushed another.

And the "police box" began to move.

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A/N: Strangest. Chapter. I've. Ever. Done. BUT! I like it! It was fun to write! Kind of fast paced, but whatever. I had a blast with "crazy Ten moment". :D I hope people actually read this time and review…next chapter will be out soon!