It was a beautiful day, Eva thought to herself as she lied in a patch of sun, her head resting against the Doctor's thigh.

They'd been like this for the past hour or so, birds chirping and chatting above their heads and cool breeze making the summer day feel not as hot as they waited for Mel to climb her way out of her medieval clothes and into something more 1980s-appropriate.

"Don't you need to change, too?" the Doctor asked Eva as Mel headed deeper into the TARDIS.

"Nope," Eva replied simply, taking off the outer layers of her 16th century dress and revealing the shorts and tank top she wore underneath. "I've learned the hard way to always be prepared."

The soft silks were left in a messy pile on the Console Room's floor and Eva grabbed the basket the TARDIS provided for their picnic before heading out, the Doctor quick to shake away his shock and follow her.

After that, the two picked a nice spot at the park and set up their picnic before settling down to wait.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, yet it wasn't too hot. The wind blew, but it wasn't too cold. The grass was green and Eva was certain she saw a squirrel running around before she closed her eyes.

It was almost a perfect day.

Almost.

"Stop scowling," she muttered.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"You're scowling," Eva replied. "Stop it."

"I'm not scowling," the Doctor responded.

"Yes, you are," Eva said. "You've been scowling when we got back to the TARDIS, scowling when we decided to have a picnic and scowling all the way here. I don't even have to open my eyes to know you're scowling now, too."

"Am not," the Doctor said, undoubtedly rolling his eyes.

"Do too," Eva replied.

"Am not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Do!"

"Not!"

"Do!"

"Not!"

"So if I'd suggest going back to see Henry VIII –"

"Absolutely not!" the Doctor cried out. "You will stay away from him! You will not see him again!"

"It wasn't that bad –"

"He tried to marry you, Eva," the Doctor said. "Henry VIII tried to marry you."

"But he didn't," Eva noted.

"And now you're wanted for treason for the better part of the 16th century –"

"So?" Eva asked. "We know it was gone by the 19th century. Queen Victoria loved me."

"Oh, don't start with that again –"

"You know you love hearing that story –"

"I know that you love telling it –"

"Just admit that you're jealous, Doctor," Eva laughed.

"Never!" the Doctor replied, smiling at the sound of Eva's laugh. "You know, I had a really good time these past couple of days... excluding the whole Henry VIII ordeal."

"Me, too," Eva smiled. "Including the whole Henry VIII ordeal. I just wish Mel would hurry up already – how long does it take to put on clothes? Remind me why are we waiting again?"

"You said it was the right thing to do since she's our friend," the Doctor said. "You could eat now, if you're hungry."

"No," Eva said, quickly brushing his concern aside. "She's our friend, and we should wait. I'll be fine."

"Eva," the Doctor started slowly, "When did you last eat?"

"Yesterday, I think?" Eva replied, a tone of uncertainty to her voice. "Not so sure, actually. It's pretty hard to keep track of days."

"Does that happen often?" the Doctor questioned. "You going on days without eating?"

"Sometimes?" Eva shrugged. "It's no big deal, really."

"Yes, it is," the Doctor told her harshly. "What about sleep? Do you sleep properly?"

"Why is it important?"

"Your health is important, Eva," the Doctor said.

"Why?" Eva asked. "It's not like I can die. And anyway," she added in response to the Doctor's frown, "It's not like there's anything I can do about it. I can't know where I'll end up. I don't always show up at a convenient time to sit down for a meal or go to sleep. You know what that's like – you sometimes go on days without sleeping."

"That's different," the Doctor said. "I'm not human."

"Neither am I," Eva reminded him.

"Only partially," the Doctor retorted.

"But still enough," Eva bit out before sighing. "Can we not do this right now?"

"No!" the Doctor replied. "We can't! Just because you're not entirely human or can't permanently die does not mean you should neglect your health!"

"I'm not neglecting anything!"

By this point, Eva already sat up, looking at the Doctor as tears mixed with the anger in her eyes.

"You know what?" she asked. "I refuse."

"You refuse?" the Doctor repeated.

"Yes," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "I refuse to have this conversation."

"Where are you going?" the Doctor asked as she headed away.

"To the TARDIS," Eva replied. "I'll come back either when you decide to drop the subject or Mel will be ready. I'm betting on the second," she added bitterly.

"Eva!" the Doctor called after her, but she had already reached the tree they hid the TARDIS behind and slammed the door.

Who does he even think he is? How dare he imply that she wasn't taking care of herself? She was doing everything she could, considering the situation, and it wasn't her fault the situation wasn't very good to begin with!

Though she may have overreacted, now that she was thinking about it... a frown settled on her face as she considered her options. She could go back outside and face the Doctor, which would lead to an interrogation she really didn't think he had any right to conduct, or she could stay in here and mope, acting like a five year old.

Neither option seemed very good in her eyes, and she leaned on the console, uncertain what should she do as a third option popped into her mind. She could go find Mel and urge her to get arranged faster. That way, she could enjoy the rest of the afternoon outside, and the Doctor won't be able to ask unwanted questions.

She smiled, intent on doing just that but barely managing more than two steps before bright light came out of her necklace and engulfed her, blinding her for a moment. As it died down, Eva found herself standing in the middle of a crowded street.

Immediately, her mind started analysing the situation.

Earth, or at least somewhere that seemed that way. Everyone around her was either human or human-looking, and dressed in a manner she couldn't quite pinpoint, other than it being post-WWII but before the 70's. That left her with nearly two and a half decades, but it sure was better than what she had before.

She looked around, seeing a poster announcing the newly opened Dartford Tunnel. That was something she could go with. She remembered her father – well, adoptive father – telling her he was a child when his parents took him to see the official event declaring the opening of the two-lane tunnel. They lived right next to it, and his mother allowed his older sister to take a day off school for the occasion.

His brother wasn't born yet, and he wasn't in school but still old enough to remember, which put it in the early to mid-60s.

A small smile made itself apparent, showing the pride she felt for not only remembering these details, but also being able to pull them out of her memory when they were needed. Shortly, though, the smile slipped off her face as she realized she still didn't know exactly where or when she is, or who she knows in this time and place.

She started walking, hoping to see something that would help her remember when a newspaper caught her eye. The headline said it all, and Eva didn't even need to look at the date printed on the top of the page to know the exact date.

DAILY MIRROR: KENNEDY ASSASSINATED – Jackie holds dying husband.

November 23rd, 1963, exactly a day after Lee Harvey Oswald shot and killed John F. Kennedy. And, as her mind reminded her as soon as it overcome the shock of holding in her hands a newspaper clipping she only ever saw in pictures, the day "An Unearthly Child" aired on TV for the first time.

This was it – she had gone back to the point in time and space when it all started – London, 1963. She could hear a clock bell ringing to mark the hour as five in the afternoon, and realized what she needs to do next.

"Oi!" Eva looked up to see a man looking at her, the look in his eyes as he took in what in this time period could be considered as nothing less than a severe state of undress travelling between shock and hunger. "Are ya going to buy this or not?"

"I'm sorry, but no," Eva said, making sure to keep a safe distance between herself and the man. "I'm afraid I don't have any money on my person."

"I'm sure we can find an alternative way of payment," the man said, looking her up and down once more. "What d'ya think?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass," Eva said curtly.

"Are ya sure?" the man asked. "Cause I've gotta tell ya, I'd love to –"

"Ma'am? Is this man bothering you?"

This time, Eva almost jumped in surprise as for the second time in mere minutes, a man she hadn't even noticed was there spoke to her. She turned around to see a police officer looking between her and the newspaper man.

"I'm fine," Eva replied. "But thank you for the concern. Now, if the two of you will excuse me, I need to go."

She turned around and started walking away, only for the police officer to call after her again.

"Ma'am!" he said, making her stop as he quickened his pace to reach her. "I apologize for disturbing you, but seeing your state or dress – or lack thereof – I feel obliged to ask... did anyone else... bother you earlier today?"

Heat rose to Eva's face at the implication and she cleared her throat, trying to think of an explanation to her clothes, which may have been the top of fashion in the 1980s, but were considered something less than fitting a young woman in the 60s.

"I sleepwalk," she blurted out before she could stop herself, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "I walk, in my sleep. I'm visiting family that live in the city, I must have sleepwalked out of their house when I took a nap earlier today."

"Are you certain?" the officer asked and Eva nodded. "Well, in that case, I must insist on escorting you back to their house. A young woman such as yourself wandering around the city in this clothing... might give someone the wrong idea."

Well, that just wouldn't do. The Doctor and Susan currently lived in 76 Totter's lane, and even though she assumed and hoped it was close by, it was nothing more than a junkyard. There was no actual house in there, but the TARDIS, and she was certain the officer wouldn't let her stay there. Add that to the fact that this Doctor hated strangers...

But the officer wasn't going to let this go any time soon, if the look on his face was anything to judge by, so she decided to compromise.

"Actually, I'm supposed to pick my cousin up from school," she said. "Perhaps you can escort me there? I'm sure once we'll be together I'll be safer."

For a moment, she could see the officer debating with himself before he nodded and stepped back, taking off his jacket.

"What are you doing?" Eva asked, confused.

"It's November, and even if you weren't in such a severe state of undress, you are clearly freezing."

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Eva felt herself involuntarily shivering. With all of her attempts to pinpoint when and where she arrived to, she hadn't even noticed how cold it was outside. And now that the officer noted it, she couldn't help but freeze. He softly placed his jacket over her shoulders before stepping back.

"Where do you need to get to, ma'am?" he asked.

"Coal Hill School," Eva replied, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. "And, please, call me Eva."

"As you wish, ma – Eva," he quickly corrected. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Officer George O'Connell. What did you say your cousin's name was?"

"Susan," Eva replied, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "Susan Foreman."

EMH

It took some convincing – and help from the unsuspecting guard that watched over the school – but eventually Eva had managed to convince O'Connell that she would be fine on her own from this point on, and that there really was no reason for him to stay with her any longer. He did, however, insist that she'd keep his jacket, claiming that he had plenty more and that she clearly needed it more than he did.

And so Eva found herself walking around the school corridors, dressed in shorts, a tank top and a police jacket and looking for the History Class. Eventually, she thought of asking the janitor, and he directed her to the third door on the left. Carefully, Eva neared the door and listened.

She could hear music playing, a tune she knew all too well, and voices talking, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. As the music died down, she decided to knock on the door, a surprised "Come in!" answering her from the inside.

"Hello," she said, letting only her head into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm here to collect Susan Foreman."

"Eva?" Susan asked, surprised.

"Susan, you know this young woman?" the man Eva would always recognize to be Ian Chesterton asked.

"Yes, Mr. Chesterton!" Susan said. "This is Eva. She's..."

"I'm Susan's cousin," Eva introduced herself, finally entering the room and ignoring the way both teachers' eyes widened at the sight of her. "I hope you'll forgive my appearance. I've only just arrived to town and I'm afraid I was robbed."

"Oh, dear," Barbara muttered. "I do hope you're alright, dear."

"I am," Eva said with a smile. "But I don't really know my way around the city so well, so I thought Susan could help me find my way back to her house."

"Of course," Susan quickly said. "We'll be leaving shortly. I just..."

"I was just lending Susan a book about the French Revolution," Barbara explained. "Are you interested in History, Miss Foreman?"

It took Eva a moment to realize the question was directed at her, but when she finally did she couldn't help but laugh. "It's Miller, actually," she said. "And yes, I am. It was my favourite subject at school."

"Well, maybe if you have time while you're in London you could come over and I'd lend you a book or two?" the older woman offered.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline," Eva smiled, knowing full well that Ian and Barbara would join the Doctor and Susan in their travels later that evening. "I don't plan on staying in town very long."

"It's a shame," Ian said. "Oh, where do you live, Susan? I'm giving Miss Wright a lift. I've room for the two of you, as well."

"No thank you, Mr. Chesterton," Susan said. "I think it would be nice to have a walk today. Eva and I have a lot to catch up on."

"Well, the two of you should make sure to be careful," Barbara said. "There'll probably be fog again tonight and what with Miss Miller's... unique clothing at the moment, you wouldn't want to attract the wrong kind of attention."

"Don't worry, ma'am," Eva told her. "I'll make sure we stay safe."

"Right," Barbara said, looking up and down Eva's appearance once more before turning to leave. "See you in the morning, Susan."

"I expect so," Susan replied. "Good night."

"Good night," Barbara echoed.

"Good night, Susan, Eva," Ian said and Eva replied with a polite nod at the teachers as they left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Susan turned to Eva. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "And why are you dressed like this? Does Grandfather even know you're in town? And why did you show up at my school?"

"One question at a time, Susan, please," Eva said, though the smile was still on her face. "As I said, I came to visit you and the Doctor. I'm dressed like this because the trip wasn't exactly planned, and I jumped out of the 80s twenty years backwards with no time to change my clothes. No, the Doctor doesn't know I'm in town yet since I don't know how to get to Totters Lane, so I came to the school so you could help me find my way to the TARDIS – and, most importantly, to a wardrobe."

"Grandfather isn't going to like this," Susan muttered.

"The Doctor doesn't like a lot of things," Eva retorted. "Never stopped me before. Now, let's go. You can read this at the TARDIS, as well, and I'm dying to know how it's like to live in 1963."

"Oh, it's amazing, Eva!" Susan called out happily, all worries forgotten. "The cars, and the people, and the music, and the clothes..."

The young Time Lady went on and on as she collected her belongings into her bag and Eva smiled as the two walked hand in hand out of the classroom. Even though this was the first time she met with Susan, she always liked her as a character and was certain they would get along in real life, as well.

As for the First Doctor and his tendencies of being somber and sometimes even cold... well, she supposed she'll just have to wait and see for herself.