AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a Fem! Doctor Story. I will be following the main story line for the most part, but I'll also be adding a few of my own changes. I'll also be adding in some of my own little story lines. As you can probably tell, I'm going to be incorporating The 50th anniversary into this story. I plan on having two stories. This first one will follow 9 and her adventures, and the second one will of course follow 10 and hers. Now some characters genders change while others stay the same. Rose is going to be a male named Ross. Jackie will stay they same. Mickey changes gender but name stays the same. Jack will have the same gender. The Master will still be male. Martha will change into a male known as Martin. Lastly, Donna will stay the same. I have both stories planned out, however I only have the first chapter written. If it goes over well, then I will continue with this story. I hope you enjoy!

The sound of combat boots echoed off the walls.

'The Autons have to be here somewhere,' the Doctor thought. She paused as she heard a male's panicked voice ahead.

She picked up her pace, and saw a tall blonde haired boy backing away from the Autons. The shop dummies backed him helplessly against a wall.

"Right, I've got the joke. Whose idea was this? Is it Derek's? Is it? Derek, is this you," the boy accused frantically.

The Doctor rolled her eyes.

'These dumb apes are so helpless.' She suddenly grabbed his hand, catching his attention.

"Run," She quickly tells him, and takes off running through the basement.

The Autons were hot on their tails. As they reached the lift an Auton's arm shot though the doors, causing a surprised yelp from the boy. The Doctor grabbed the arm and started to pull. After a few good yanks the arm popped off. The doors completely shut, and they were on their way. The boy turned toward the Doctor with wide eyes.

"You pulled his arm off." The Doctor quickly tossed him the arm.

"Yup. Plastic," The Doctor told him like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Very clever. Nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" The boy narrowed his eyes at her. She just scoffed.

"Why would they be students?"

'This one is really dense,' she thought to herself.

"'Cos to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they got to be students," the boy deduced.

"That makes sense. Well done," she said sarcastically.

"Thanks."

"They're not students," she told him seriously.

"Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them he's going to call the police."

The Doctor furrowed her brows. "Who's Wilson?"

"Chief electrician."

Oh, she met Wilson on her way in. He looked pretty mangled. "Wilson's dead."

The Doctor swiftly walked out of the lift with the boy right behind her.

"That's not funny! That's sick!"

The Doctor completely ignored him. Her thoughts were only on the task at hand.

"Hold on. Mind your eyes," she told him as she took out her sonic, and disabled the lift.

"Who are you? Who's that lot down there?" The blonde demanded.

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this!" The Doctor grinned while holding up a bomb detonator. "So I'm going to go up there and blow 'em up."

The Doctor opened the exit door, and escorted the boy out.

"I might die in the process, but don't worry about me. No, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast." She gave him a pointed look. "Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed."

She shut the door intending to carry on with her business. However, something in her compelled to ask the boy who he was. She didn't understand why, but she felt like she knew him from somewhere, or some when. The Doctor quickly opened the door back open.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"

"Ross," the boy replied.

Ross… it doesn't ring a bell. Why doesn't it ring a bell? The Doctor hated not knowing. She needed to get back on track now. This boy needs to stop distracting her!

"Nice to meet you, Ross. Run for your life!"

With that final warning the Doctor opened the door to the stairwell. She quickly ran to the railing and looked down. The Autons were a floor below her, and working their way up fast.

"You're a bunch of fast little buggers, aint yah?" The Doctor spoke out loud before climbing up the flights of steps.

She needed them on the top two floors where the bombs were located. As soon as she was on the roof the Autons have caught up with her. All she needed was to press the button to set off the bomb's timer. She hoped to Rassilon that one minute was enough to escape on.

"You think you can just come and harvest this planet for your own? Well guess what? I'm the Doctor, and as long as I'm here, this planet is safe." She smirked to herself.

"I'd tell you to warn your friends, but I don't think you'll be seeing them again." The Doctor hit the button and quickly sprinted towards the edge of the roof.

'Get off the roof. Get off the roof. Get off the roof.' She kept chanting in her head.

She leapt over the edge and landed roughly in the scaffolding. The Sonic was in her hands in a matter of seconds. The Doctor raised it above her head. The Scaffolding turned on, and started to plummet towards the ground. The Doctor's stomach flew into her throat at the sudden drop.

The scaffolding stopped inches from the ground. The Time Lord barreled out of the scaffolding. She sprinted as fast as she could. A few feet from the building she was knocked off her feet by the force of the explosion.

She carefully picked herself up. Her hearts were pounding in her chest. That was way to close. The Doctor popped her neck, releasing some tension. She mentally checked her body for any injuries to find none. With slight satisfaction the Doctor headed back towards the TARDIS.

Once in the TARDIS, the Doctor was about to take off when the TARDIS gave a hum of concern.

"What?" The Doctor asked confused. "What do you mean there's still a signal? I blew the lot up."

The Doctor checked the database on the screen. Low and behold, there was still a signal. She took out her sonic screwdriver.

"How is that possible? It's tellin' me that there is a surviving Auton from the Hendrick's shop! I just blew that bloody place up not even twenty minutes ago!"

She left the TARDIS and spent all night trying to find where that signal was coming from.

By the next morning she found herself on her hands and knees looking through a cat door of some flat. The cat door opened from within, and the boy from last night stared confused at her.

She quickly got to her feet as he opened the door. Ross. Why is this ape showing up in her life all of a sudden? This is no coincidence.

"What are you doing here?" She asked confused.

"I live here," Ross shot back.

"Well, what do you do that for?" Smooth.

"'Cos I do. I'm only home because someone blew up my job," he glared at the Doctor.

The Doctor quickly checked her sonic, confused. "I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic." She knocked on his head. "No. Bonehead." She turned to leave. "Bye, then."

"You. Inside. Right now, "Ross demanded as he yanked her inside the flat.

"Who is it?" A woman is heard from a room off to the side.

"It's about last night. She's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes." Ross lied fluently to his mother.

"He deserves compensation," A blonde woman in her dressing gown appeared from her room. Ross headed toward the kitchen.

"Don't mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?"

"Might as well, thanks. Just milk," The Doctor replied while picking up a magazine. She frowned. "That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien."

The Doctor completely ignored Ross, and kept looking though his things. She picked up a book and flipped through the pages quickly.

"Hmm, sad ending."

She then picked up a piece of his mail.

"Ross Tyler."

Nothing rang a bell. This boy still seemed extremely familiar to her. Not remembering was going to kill her.

She then turned toward the mirror to admire herself. She had jaw length dark brown hair. However, the right side of her head was buzzed. She wore a tight purple shirt, with a form fitting leather jacket to go over. Her pants were also leather, and her combat boots add a nice 'bad ass' touch.

"Oh, could have been worse," She scrunched up her face.

"Don't like the ears."

She continued on, and started to shuffle some cards. The cards flew out of her hands after a couple of shuffles. She made an upset face.

"Maybe not."

Scuffling from behind the couch caught her attention. She walked over to the couch to further investigate.

"Do you have a cat?" She asked peering behind the piece of furniture.

"No," Ross quickly replied.

Before she saw it coming, a plastic arm shot out and latched onto her neck. She choked as it cut off her air circulation. She tried to rip it off, but it wouldn't budge. She squeaked and stared at Ross hoping to get his attention. He was too oblivious to notice anything, even when he was staring straight at her.

She finally yanked the arm from her neck. The arm stopped before throwing itself onto Ross's face. He stumbled back against the wall. The Doctor swiftly went to his aid. She tried to yank it off. Ross lost his balance and fell into the Doctor. She fell backwards under his weight. They both crashed into the glass coffee table.

They rolled over each other, both attempting to pull the arm off. At long last the Time Lord removed the arm. She took her Sonic and disabled the arm.

"There. Completely harmless." The Doctor tossed Ross the arm.

"Oh yeah." Ross then hit the Doctor in the arm with the plastic.

"Ow!" The Doctor rubbed her arm before heading out of the flat.

She was heading down the stairs with the plastic arm in hand. Ross was trailing behind her.

"Hold on a minute. You can't just go swanning off!"

"Yes I can. This is me, swanning off. See yah!" The Doctor quickly replied.

"But that arm was moving. It tried to kill me!"

"Ten out of ten for observation." She rolled her eyes.

"You can't just walk away. You've got to tell me what's goin' on!" Ross persisted.

"No I don't," the Doctor stated while walking out of the building.

She kept on walking, and much to her annoyance, so did Ross. This boy would follow her to the ends of the Earth is seemed.

"All right, then. I'll go to the police. I'll tell everyone. You said, if I did that, I'd get people killed. Tell me, or I'll start talking," Ross threatened.

'Damn, this ape is persistent,' She thought.

"Is that supposed to sound tough," The Doc challenged.

"Sort of."

The Gallifreyan smiled. "Doesn't work."

"Who are you," the blonde asked frustrated.

"I told you. The Doctor."

"Yeah, but Doctor what?"

"Just the Doctor."

"The Doctor."

She was getting an absolute kick out of this. She just grinned and waved.

"Hello!"

"Is that supposed to sound impressive?"

"Sort of," she grinned.

"Come on, then. You can tell me. Are you the police?"

"No, I was just passing through. I'm a long way from home."

A very long way. A pang of guilt hit her chest just thinking about her home planet. The home she could never return to. All because she hit that big red button.

A shot of pain surged through her head. It was almost like she was forgetting something big. She shook her head, and pushed the thought to the side.

"But what have I done wrong? How comes those plastic things keep coming after me?" Ross asked.

"Oh, suddenly the world revolves around you. You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all,' she spoke harshly.

"It tried to kill me," he exclaimed.

"It was after me, not you. Last night in the shop, I was there, you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you is 'cos you've met me."

Ross rolled his eyes. "So what you're saying is, the entire world revolved around you?"

"Sort of, yeah." She gave a laugh.

"You're full of it!" He laughed.

"Sort of, yeah," She beamed at him.

"But, all this plastic stuff. Who else knows about it?"

"No one." She informed him.

"What, you're on your own?"

'Not always,' she thought back to her many past companions.

"Who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly, while all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on."

They both continued to walk through the park, side by side. They might have looked like old friends catching up.

"Okay. Start from the beginning. I mean, if we're going with living plastic, and I don't even believe that, but if we do, how did you kill it?"

"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal, dead," She spoke like it was the simplest answer ever.

"So that's radio control?"

"Thought control," she corrected. "Are you alright then?"

"Yeah. So who's controlling it, then?"

"Long story."

They continued to walk and talk until they were across the street from the TARDIS. Of course, Ross didn't know this fact.

"Really though, Doctor. Tell me, who are you?"

"Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it, because everything looks like it's standing still." She grabbed Ross's hand, and looked at him. "I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny world, and if we let go…" She released his hand. "That's who I am."

She started to walk away.

"Now forget me, Ross Tyler. Go home."

With that she walked back to the TARDIS.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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