A/N: After a bit of deliberation, I have come to a decision.

I have decided that I'm going to split this story into three parts, or Acts. So, therefore, consider this chapter the end of Act I.

I've made this decision for several reasons. One, because I'm way behind on writing this and I've not got a whole lot written past this point... two, for the sake of my sanity, it will allow me to 'start fresh' story-wise... four, no, hold on, three (:P), I'm going to pass my Algebra class this summer, I WILL...four, I need a break to organize my thoughts on this story, and finally, it makes the most sense to do this, to make this story flow a bit better.

Also, thanks to this clever little scheme of mine, I will now have time to take an intermission of sorts, to do all of the above.

THIS IS NOT THE END. As Arnold Schwarzenegger once said, "I'll be back."

I shouldn't be gone for too long, I promise to keep writing. As soon as I feel I'm far enough ahead, I'll start posting again. I also will NOT post a whole new story (that would be stupid, I'd loose half my readers AND all of my nice pretty reviews), I will continue posting on this story here.

(Eugh, did I just say "this here?" Eek, I've lived in the South too long. Before I know it I'm going to start liking grits and talkin' with an ac-cent. I mean, as soon as I started saying 'Y'all" and "Fixin' to" in casual speech and not realizing there was anything wrong with that, I should have realized I was becoming too Southern. Somebody, get me to London. Quick. Before I become one of those wanna-be poser Cowgirls I hate so much. I have been eyeing a sexy pair of cowgirl boots...somebody stop me.)

PROMISE I'LL BE BACK!

So, don't forget this story! REMEMBER IT! (:P ha, ha see what I did there?)

~gfg

-REMEMBER ME-

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Come With Me?

Two months later, I am in the kitchen of my house, baking another soufflé. Everything has settled down quite nicely, though I miss you more than ever. I feel as if I am waiting. Waiting for you.

I sit at the table, double checking my mother's recipe, and that's when I hear it.

Shwoosh.

Shwoosh.

Shwoosh.

My ears perk up. My hearts pound in my chest. My eyes go wide as I set down the recipe.

Ble-e-ep! Ble-e-ep! Ble-e-ep!

The biggest smile spreads across my face, and I jump up, running out of the kitchen, past my dad, who looks up in surprise from his newspaper, calling after me "Where are you going?!" I run out the front door, my soufflé completely forgotten and left burning in the oven.

And there it is, sitting on my garden path amongst the flowers of Gallifrey.

The blue Police Public Call Box.

I smile even wider and a giggle of pure happiness escapes my throat.

And then the doors squeak open, and you step out, scarf trailing the ground, hat on square, and the biggest toothy smile I've ever seen on your face as your eyes meet mine. I run to you, and you run to me, and we meet up in the middle, throwing our arms around each other and laughing out of pure joy as you pick me up off the ground, twirling me around, scarf ends flying.

"Master!" I hear. Behind you, a metal dog glides out of the TARDIS, wagging its tail. "Mistress!"

"Oh, bugger off K-9!" you say, waving your hat at the dog like he's a bother and wrapping your arm tighter around me.

"That is not my primary function, Master!"

"Oh, get off, you daft metal dog."

"Oi! He's cute! Be nice to him!"

K-9 wags his tail.

"Mistress is kind! Master should listen to Mistress!"

"Oh, shut up, K-9," you say with a smile, your eyes twinkling.

"Silence mode activated!"

You set me down, and grin at me, placing your hat back atop your curls.

"So, what do you think?" you ask me with a smile.

"What do I think of what?" I ask.

You tilt your head back, towards your TARDIS, and you smile, your eyes alight.

"Come with me?" you ask.

It's everything I've ever dreamed. And I smile, tears springing to my eyes and laughter bubbling to my lips.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I say enthusiastically, pulling you in for another hug. I tug on your hand, and pull you into the TARDIS, more than ready to have the adventure of a lifetime.

You grin, and laugh, not bothered that I'm pulling you along instead of the other way around. We hop into the TARDIS, and the blue doors shut behind us. K-9 stands forgotten outside.

"Master!"

You open the doors, and let K-9 in, before snapping them shut.

And in the world I've left behind, my dad steps out of the blue front door, and watches, his eyes open wide, as the TARDIS dematerializes from my garden.

Run you clever boy, and remember me.

-END OF PART I-

The Doctor, Clara, and K-9 will return in Remember Me, Part II

...coming soon.