A/N: Howdy everyone! May I present to you yet another story i'm working on. i've always wanted to do an alternate reality story with the Doctor. I mean come on who hasn't dreamed of being his companion and traveling the universe with him? I know I have! So this is me, taking a stab at it. I'm going to use maybe one or two of my favorite Series 5 episodes in this story, and a lot of my own adventures that I come up with. It should be a good deal of fun! And you know, Doctor Who belongs to his most geniusness Mr. Steven Moffat and the People at BBC. Enjoy!

My name is Adriana Smith, and this is the story of how I died. Sorry no I'm only joshing you. This in fact is a brilliant story. It's about how I met the Doctor. Oh I know what you're saying: There's no way! The Doctor isn't real; he's just a fictional character on a TV show. Believe you me I thought the same thing. But that was before I landed right smack in the TARDIS. Oh what am I going on about, I should be telling you the whole story, not just giving you a slight overview. Well let's begin shall we?

It was a warm July evening. I had just gotten in from a long day at work. Working two jobs while attending university is not really anyone's cup of tea, but I want my Master's Degree so I guess I just have to soldier on. I had just plopped down on my sofa and turned on the television. Doctor Who reruns were on, The Eleventh Hour to be exact, why hello second favorite series five episode. I was so wrapped up in the show that I hardly noticed the tingling in my body. I thought you know, maybe my legs had fallen asleep from being up on them all day. It was a dull tingle and first, but then everything changed. My whole body felt like there were millions of ants crawling all over it. I jumped up in an attempt to shake the feeling then realized I was falling. Down, down, down, I was falling like Alice down the rabbit hole. Before I knew it, SPLASH! I had landed in a pool. I was momentarily stunned by the impact and before I had time to react, strong arms encircled me pulling me up out of the water. I coughed the chlorine water out of my lungs and took a few ragged breaths before looking around at my surroundings.

I was in a library. I could tell that much from all of the books that were lying all over the place, even in the pool. Hold on a tic, books. . .in a POOL? I whipped my head around and caught sight of a tall, lanky man standing about a foot away from me. Why hadn't I noticed him before? He was watching me with a look of amusement and confusion on his face. He looked so familiar to me. He was wearing gray trainers, brown pinstriped pants that were ripped in certain places, a blue button down shirt also ripped, and a red tie with blue swirls. Why does he look so familiar to me? He came towards me, slowly as to not frighten me, and knelt down in front of me, studying me. His eyes were incredibly green, and seemed so incredibly old for his young face. His hair was wet and beads of water dripped off the tips. It was so dark that it was almost black.

"Who are you? And how did you get in here?" he asked me softly, but with a hint of an accusation in his voice.

"Um, I actually don't know how I got here. Or where here is for that matter. I mean one minute I was sitting on my sofa watching the tele and the next I'm here. In a library, that has a swimming pool in it." I respond noticing how I am starting to shiver slightly. I'm not frightened perhaps it's because this stranger is so close that I can feel the energy coming off of him.

"Don't worry; nothing is going to hurt you." He murmurs to me reaching out to grasp my hand in his, "I'm the Doctor and I promise that I'll help you."

At once the realization hits. The Doctor! He's THE Doctor, the 11th Doctor from Doctor Who. No way, there is no bloody way! I look at him now and I mean REALLY look at him and then gasp! No, no, no, no, no I have to be dreaming. I must have been that exhausted that I passed out mid-episode. This has to be one of my "look at me I'm traveling with the Doctor" dreams. The Doctor notices my scared and confused look because he soothingly begins to rub my back with his other hand. Instantly I am calm, calm enough to believe for one minute that this is all real. The Doctor gets to his feet and helps me to mine and keeps my hand in his. I blush because honestly what girl wouldn't blush at the thought of holding hand with THE Doctor.

"What's your name?" He asks as he leads me out of the library. I'm thinking back to The Eleventh Hour episode before I answer him. He's already soaking wet (and looking yummy) so the TARDIS must have crashed already. That means, if memory serves me correctly, that we're about to meet Amy Pond.

"Adriana. Adriana Smith. And you are Doctor…?" I let my voice trail off as I act like I know nothing of this man when in reality I know all about him. Well mainly his 4th and 10th incarnations as they were my favorites. Though this 11th incarnation is growing on me ever so much.

"Adriana Smith! What a brilliant name! Welcome aboard the TARDIS. And I'm the Doctor. You know, just the Doctor." Oh boy did I know indeed. "We seem to have landed. Why don't we take a peek outside hmmm? You can tell me all about yourself and how you ended up in my TARDIS."

We made it back to the console room and then realized we were in a bit of a pickle. The TARDIS was indeed on her side, just like in the show, so the doors were a bit out of reach. While the Doctor stood around trying to be clever and think of a way out I wandered over to the side of the crackling console avoiding the flames and found a grappling hook and rope.

"Uhm Doctor?" I called out and he looked at me, "I think we'll be needing this." I swung the grappling hook around like a lasso and gave him my most flirtatious grin.

He laughed his signature 11th Doctor laugh before bounding over to me and taking the hook and rope. He then proceeded to muss my hair affectionately. "I like you already Smith. Brilliant and quick on your feet, I like that."I blushed as red as a tomato as the TARDIS doors flew open and the Doctor did his best cowboy impression before launching the hook and rope.

"Alright then Smith, out you go first." He motioned for me to join him and I did and I grabbed the rope and climbed out, with a little help from the Doctor. I tumbled over the side of the TARDIS and landed with a not so graceful THUNK on the ground. I noticed a pair of red wellies in my line of vision and looked up in to the confused face of a little red headed girl. Amelia Pond I mentally said to myself.

"Right, hello there." I said cheerfully as I got up off the ground dusting off my black skinny jeans and blue and white striped sweater, and stood at Amelia's side. Not two seconds later a pair of hands appeared grasping on to the TARDIS and Amelia swung her torch over and illuminated the face of the Doctor.

"Can I have an apple? All I can think about - apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new - never had cravings before." He asked while straddling the side of his ship, "Woah! Look at that!"

"Are you ok?" Amelia asked, Scottish accent very pronounced.

"Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up." The Doctor answered while turning to face us.

"You're soaking wet, both of you are."

"We were in the swimming pool." Came the Doctor's reply.

"You said you were in the library." Amelia was very confused now.

"So was the swimming pool." I answered before the Doctor and grinned at him.

Amelia looked at the both of us with a very lost, confused look on her face before continuing. "Are you a policeman?"

"Why? Did you call the police?" I asked as the Doctor studied little Amelia.

She turned to me now. "Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "What cra-" He didn't get to finish but was instead flung off the side of the TARDIS and on to the ground. "Agh!"

"Doctor!" I yelled in surprise. It took me a couple of seconds to remember the episode and that he was still regenerating.

"Are you all right, mister?" Amelia asks, a note of concern coloring her tone.

"No, I'm fine, it's ok. This is all perfectly norm-" again he is cut off by a cloud of golden dust coming out of his open mouth. Residual regenerative energy, right, just like the show.

Amelia looks at me like she wants a second opinion and I nod and smile at her. "Honestly love, he's really okay." That earned me a look from the Doctor, one that said you're-way-too-calm-about-this-whole-thing-who-ARE-you-really. Hoo boy, I have a lot of explaining to do.

"Who ARE you?" Amelia asks looked from me to the Doctor then back to me again.

"I don't know yet. I'm still cooking. And I've only just met her." The Doctor replies while the golden regenerative energy covers his hands. "Does it scare you?"

"No, it just looks a bit weird." Amelia states matter-of-factly and I snort trying to hold back a laugh and failing miserably. That earns another look from the Doctor.

"No, no, no. The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?"

Amelia now looks very frightened, as she should. I remember the crack in her wall. The cracks all throughout time and space. The more I'm standing here listening to this entire conversation, the more the episodes of series 5 bleed back into my mind. Still, this has to be a dream, right? The Doctor is a fictional character albeit my favorite fictional character but still not real.

"Yes."

At her answer the Doctor jumps up, full of a new purpose. "Well, then, no time to lose. I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off. Oh, and this is Adriana Smith, she's a new friend, just met her." He begins walking having no sense of where he's going.

"Doctor look out!" I call but it's too late. He's already hit the tree and is now lying flat on his back.

"You all right?" Amelia and I ask in unison.

"Early days. Steering's a bit off." Comes the Doctor's reply. With that he jumps to his feet shaking off his close contact with the tree. Together the three of us make our way into Amelia Pond's spacious home. The two of them make their way straight into the kitchen, and I sneak upstairs hoping they don't notice me. I just want to see something. I reach the landing and count the rooms. Five. Five rooms. I remember the episode and stand in the middle of the landing and look out of the corner of my eye. It's there, the sixth room. Now I know this is real and I'm not dreaming.

I hurry back downstairs and behind the Doctor just as he's taking a bite of the apple Amelia hands him. Oh I know where this is going, but I will not interrupt it. This was my favorite bit right here. He thoughtfully chews the apple for a moment before spitting it out, and almost hitting Amelia with it.

"That's disgusting. What is that?"

"An apple."

"Apples are rubbish. I hate apples."

"You said you loved them." Oh poor Amelia. If only she knew what was coming.

"No, no. I love yoghurt. Yoghurt's my favorite. Give me yoghurt."

I, having made my way past the Doctor and into the kitchen, grab a yoghurt container from the fridge and hand it to Amelia who hands it to the Doctor. I watch with a smirk on my face as he pours the whole container in his mouth before spitting it out across the kitchen. It lands everywhere. The floor, the walls, even the garbage pail.

"I hate yoghurt; it's just stuff with bits in it."

"You said it was your favorite."

"New mouth, new rules." The Doctor wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving bits of yoghurt stuck to his chin. I cram my knuckles into my mouth to keep from laughing. "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes wro-agh!" Another convulsion, one that sends me over to his side and grabbing his hand. When it passes he gives my hand a squeeze before letting it go.

"What is it? What's wrong with you?" Amelia asks, trying to figure out the Doctor.

"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me decent food? You're Scottish - fry something."

Amelia runs over to the stove and begins frying. I don't want to just stand around so I help her. We begin to fry the first thing we find, which is bacon. Mmm I love bacon. We set the plate down in front of the Doctor and I steal a piece before he begins to eat it. He takes one bite before promptly spitting it out.

"Bacon. That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?" The Doctor shoots a murderous glance and Amelia and I. I sigh and reach up in to the cabinet and grab a can of beans. Might as well go through the motions even though I already know what he needs.

The beans are finished and put in front of the Doctor. One fork full, one fork full is all he takes before he's up and spitting the beans out into the sink. I make a gagging noise and Amelia makes a disgusted face.

"Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans."

Bread and butter is next. Amelia looks hopeful, like she knows this is going to work. But I know otherwise. The Doctor doesn't even eat it. He just grabs the plate, marches over to the front door and chucks it outside. In the distance I can hear the plate crash and a cat meow in fright. Oh I hope the bloke didn't hit the cat. The Doctor comes back in and Amelia immediately goes to the fridge.

"We got some carrots." She tells the Doctor.

"Carrots? Are you insane? No, wait, hang on. I know what I need. I need... I need... I need...Fish fingers and custard!" he exclaims as he grabs the two. We're all seated now. The Doctor is eating his fish fingers and custard and I curiously want to try it, but keep my hands to myself. Amelia is sitting there eating ice cream right off the scoop. Talk about heaven. That's the best way to eat ice cream.

"What's your name?" The Doctor asks her and I mouth her name with her as she says it.

"Amelia Pond."

"Ah, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond, like a name in a fairy tale."

I know this part of the conversation so I decided to speed things along a little bit. "I'm surprised you're home all alone Amelia. My parents would have never done that when I was your age. I would have been way too scared." That statement earned odd looks from both the Doctor and Amelia. Looks that said how-do-you-know-I'm-(she's)-home-alone? Oops, me and my big mouth. I shake my head at the two of them and hope they forget I said anything.

"I'm not scared." She replies.

"Course you're not. You're not scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man and his friend falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you, just sitting there. So you know what I think?"

"What?" Amelia and I ask in unison.

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your bedroom."

Finally, the moment I've been waiting for! The three of us are upstairs in Amelia's bedroom getting ready to investigate the crack in her wall. I'm leaning in the doorway and every few seconds I'm checking over my shoulder, at the room the Doctor can't see yet.

"Smith? You ok?" The Doctor asks me and I jump out of my bleeding skin.

"Aye. All good." I reply with a thumbs up focusing my attention on the Doctor and Amelia now. I'm holding on to the Doctor's apple that Amelia has just given him because he is so wrapped up in the crack.

"This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's a thing - where's the draught coming from?" The Doctor asks as he scans the wall with the sonic. Seeing the sonic makes me miss the 10th doctor a bit. "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?"

"Oh I know!" I raise my hand and do a little jump so the Doctor turn and looks at me. "It's a crack!"

He tries not to crack a smile and fails. "Cheeky." He says to me before becoming serious again. "It's a crack. I'll tell you something funny. If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, 'cos the crack isn't in the wall."

"Where is it, then?" Amelia asks him.

I answer before the Doctor has a chance. "Everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together...right here in the wall of your bedroom."

"Smith, how do you know that? You're utterly right, but how do you know?" The Doctor asks me with a look on his face that shows he' completely dumbfounded as to how I would know about space and time and all the juicy bits.

"It's a long story Doctor. I promise I'll explain everything. But for now let's focus on helping Amelia with her crack problem, yeh? I think I can hear a voice." With that I toss the Doctor the glass of water from Amelia's nightstand. He tosses the water out from the cup, splashing me with it before putting it to the wall.

"Prisoner Zero." He mutters.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped. That's what I heard. What does it mean?" Amelia asks the Doctor, her voice begging for answers.

"It means that, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. Do you know what that means?" The Doctor asks to no one in particular.

"What?" I ask him now.

"Amelia needs a better wall." He springs into action moving the desk away from the wall, "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or..."

"What?" Amelia asks and the Doctor turns to face her now.

"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

"Yes."

"Everything is going to be fine." I say to Amelia moving away from my perch against the doorframe to stand next to her. I take her hand and grasp it firmly in mine, giving it a squeeze of reassurance.

The Doctor takes Amelia's other hand and points his sonic screwdriver at the crack. The room momentarily becomes brighter as a white light fills it. Both Amelia and I briefly shut our eyes and look away until the light has faded. The crack in the wall has fully opened now and we can see inside of it. It's a prison. On the other side of little Amelia Pond's bedroom wall is an actual prison. This is too freaky. The Doctor takes a step closer to the prison as a voice from inside of it keeps repeating "Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Hello? Hello?" The Doctor calls and I find myself holding my breath waiting for the giant eyeball to appear. Oh look, there it is! The eyeball looks at us for a few seconds before a bolt of energy comes flying at the Doctor. He releases Amelia's hand and lands on her bed. The eyeball disappears and the crack in the wall closes and is gone, like it never was there to begin with.

"There. You see, told you it would close. Good as new." The Doctor tells Amelia as he fishes his psychic paper out of his pocket.

"What was that thing? Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No. I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard. Whatever it was, it sent me a message. Psychic paper, takes a lovely little message. 'Prisoner Zero has escaped.' But why tell us? Unless..."

"Unless what?" I ask him only now turning away from looking at the wall.

"Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know." And with that, the Doctor bolted out of Amelia's room and on to the landing. I knew what he was doing. He was discovering the hidden sixth room he missed when we first came up here. He's looking around confused like he doesn't know where to begin. "It's difficult. Brand-new me, nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing…in the corner…of my eye."

The TARDIS's cloister bell goes off at that exact minute. I know what this means. We needed to get into the TARDIS ASAP or we'd be screwed. The Doctor knew it too; the look on his face said it all. He took off running taking the stairs three at a time. Amelia and I were hot on his heels running out into the garden to the still smoking TARDIS.

"I've got to get back in there! The engines are phasing, it's going to burn!" The Doctor yelled back to us as we all reached the TARDIS.

"But... it's just a box! How can a box have engines?" Amelia asks us in disbelief. The Doctor is too busy gathering up the grappling hook and rope to answer her, so I do instead.

"It's not a box. It's a time machine."

"What, a real one?" Amelia scoffs, "You've got a real time machine?"

"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilised. Five-minute hop into the future should do it." The Doctor responds as he gets the hook and rope ready for use.

"Can I come?" Amelia asks and I hear the excitement in her voice. Oh how disappointed she is going to be when she realizes it's going to be fourteen years before she can set foot inside the magical blue box.

"Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll be right back. Smith, you coming or should I leave you here with Amelia?"

"I'm right behind you Doctor." I say as I climb up and sit on the edge of the TARDIS waiting for the Doctor and Amelia to say their goodbyes.

"People always say that." Amelia says and the Doctor kneels down in front of her.

"Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor." With that Amelia smiles and the Doctor bounds back over to me. I scoot over as far as I can so he can join me on the ledge. He's got one hand on the rope, and interlocks his fingers in mine with the other. I look over to Amelia and smile and wave. She waves back.

"Geronimo!" The Doctor yells and I laugh as we both plummet into the heart of the TARDIS. Once inside the Doctor makes a mad dash for the control panel and after a few minutes of yelling, kicking, and cursing, the TARDIS dematerializes from the home of Amelia Pond and towards whatever destination the Doctor had chosen.

"Now Smith," The Doctor says to me with a smile, "I think it's time you explained how you ended up here and how you know so much about things that seem to happen."

"Well then Doctor," I say to him with my most fetching smile, "I think you should take a seat. You won't BELIEVE the things that I have to tell you. One word though, one word to show why I can't tell you everything."

"And what's that?"

I laugh and grin. It has to be the biggest grin I've worn in such a long time. "Spoilers." We both laugh and settle down to await our arrival in whatever place we're heading and for a story that is sure to change both of our lives.

Well there you have Chapter 1! I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter is going to deal a lot more with Adriana's background and possible theories as to how she ended up in the TARDIS. Let's just say that this is one adventure the newly regenerated 11th Doctor is looking forward to. I can't promise a will they/won't they 11th/OC romance or anything like that. You'll have to KEEEEEEEEP REEEEEAAADDDDIIINNNGGG to find out! Read, review, enjoy! ALLONS-Y!

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