AN: Hi, all you fabulous readers! Welcome to my first story! I'm going to warn you early on that I am a fourth-year college student and that I probably will not be able to work on or update this story very often. This is an idea that has literally been bouncing around inside my head for awhile and I wanted to get it down. So, don't hate me if I don't update all the time! I can only promise I will try!

This is a story about the 10th Doctor and an Original Character I have created. Let me know what you guys think! I will take criticism (especially considering this is my first story) as long as it is constructive. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! If I did, well a lot of things would be different :P

Prologue

It's unusual, isn't it? How quickly your life can change. One minute you're an average 20-something girl from London, making your way up the professional ladder while trying to maintain your sanity, and then the next your flying all round the universe with a madman in a blue box. Oh, I bet I can guess what you're thinking: 'This girl must be nuts! Gone round the bend! Needs medical attention!' But I kid you not, I have seen the wonders of the universe. Our world is so infinitesimal and tiny and so full of potential. The potential for both good and evil and everything in between. It's both terrifying and humbling when you really think about it. It's the same feeling you get when you are lying in an abandoned field outside of London, far away from the city lights, staring up at the Milky Way. All those stars shining down on us from millions of miles away, as if to say that we are not alone. Truly, we are not alone. And soon we will be out there, exploring and discovering. Like we always have, I suppose.

I fear the day that this journey will end. In fact, I get the distinct feeling that it will end soon. I don't know how, when, or what will happen. I just know that my time is coming. I'm terrified. Not for me, I'll get along like I always have. I'm scared for him. I don't want to say goodbye to him yet, not when he so obviously needs me. Granted, he'll never admit it, but I feel it every time we hug, laugh, or cry. It's too soon after her. Her departure left a hole in his hearts that has yet to heal. And she left before the wounds from the others were able to heal too. I don't know how he keeps going, but he does. He shows the best the universe has to offer: he is full of kindness and love, protecting those he cares about and even those he doesn't simply for the reason that they are what he cannot be. But there is a dark side to the light, as always. He can be completely terrifying to those who dare to threaten that which he protects. Even I am afraid of him at times. The one who understands him the most.

Granted, our friendship was kind of forced upon us. I wish it wasn't so, but it's true. My own abilities made it so that we have to rely on each other to survive. He had to confide so much to me because otherwise I would have gone insane looking for answers. I'd like to think him talking to me has helped, but he is so guarded I can never tell. The only time we talk is when the nightmares start up again revealing something else about Gallifrey, or the Time War, or some other calamity that I have no way of knowing about from my own experience. The rest of the time we jump from world to world, headlong into the next adventure. Usually I don't think about it. I just shove these thoughts into the back of my head to worry about until the next nightmare. However, I have a bad feeling. A storm is coming. What that means for the Doctor and I, I don't know. But things are about to change drastically, and I don't know if it will be for the better or for the worst.