A/N: Hello there! This is my first attempt at Doctor Who fanfiction, so, y'know, don't be too critical but some feedback would be shweeet! I'm not really looking for this to be super insanely good and popular; i honestly just thought it would be fun and cool to see if I could do it. So yeah, enjoy! :) Oh and & & means scene break.

Nothing really compares to being home. Especially since I've been at the University for two years now and the trips home are becoming shorter and happening less and less. The occasion is Christmas though, which means I get to stay at my parents for two whole weeks and get to visit all the friends I've almost lost contact since I'm now in college and they're still in our home town doing the same thing.

I finally get to see my best friend since the 7th grade, Becca Summers for the first time for a year and for some reason I'm getting this nervous sensation in the pit of my stomach. Of course I shouldn't be worried! I mean, I haven't changed that much except I've lost a lot of interest in a lot of the things I used to love. College does that to you, it sucks the motivation right out of you and all you can do is half ass stuff and hope for the best.

College has taken most of the enjoyable things out of my life but it's not all bad! I'm finally learning stuff that's important to me and taking classes that will further help me develop a more intelligent and intellectually stimulating mind.

As I'm driving in my parents Outback Subaru to Becca's house, all I can think of how she'll look at me now. What if she's disappointed?

I pull into the long narrow driveway behind her Escalade and gaze up her house that she obtained from her parents. She's always been one of my richest friends, but being away has really made me realize how truly lucky she is. I see why she decided not to go to college after all.

I turn off the car and take a quick peak in the mirror, makeup is the same as I put it on an hour ago, eyeliner, mascara, and the whole shebang. My black hair is temporarily in a neat bun on the top of my head which does well at defining my jaw line. I tighten my bun, push up my boobs, and hop out of the car.

Mouthing the words to Dazed and Confused to calm my nerves, I stroll up through her front pathway lined with bricks and flowers, and up to her plain white grand, front door. I knock four times in a row and take a step back.

Almost as soon as I step back, the door is pulled open and a bright smile, blonde haired and blued eyed girl shrieks, "ANNA!" and pulls me into a tight hug. I embrace her and laugh out loud at her enthusiasm.

"Becca, it's been too long!" She untangles herself from me but still holds me at arm's length by the shoulders. "Anna, look at you! You've filled out!" I smile proudly at that. I like to think I've matured a bit as well. But still, I gotta keep up that modesty that no one knows me by.

I wave my hand dismissively. "Puh-lease. Look at YOU. You practically look like a trophy wife!" Two seconds after saying that, I put my hands over my mouth and grab her hands. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that! It's not that you're a trophy wife or anything! You're just so beautiful!" Becca just laughs at my embarrassment. Yup, same ol' Becca.

"Oh same ol' Anna! Apologizing for nothing! " She says with another 500 watt smile. Man, I should have really done that Invisalign thing, despite not needing them THAT much. I smile softly back at her and we just stand there for a few seconds, just happy to share space with each other once again.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I got you a little something." She says walking back inside a briefly turning back to me, "Please come in!"

I follow inside to her foyer and continue to the left into the sitting room, taking a seat next to the fireplace. I look around and gaze at the neat white room. Before, it was a lot homier but now, Becca seemed to really take a liking to neat and organized. Huh, I guess people do change since it's the same girl who used to go weeks without cleaning the still half full pizza boxes out of her room after watching a million episodes of Doctor Who.

I tap the four familiar taps with my foot, waiting for Becca. She comes back in with a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a big blue bow on top. I can already guess the theme of the contents in it.

She silently hands me the box and sits next to me with an expecting look on her face. She's waiting for me to absolutely love the gift inside, and I can already guess I won't. I don't want to tell her I'm not as big of a Doctor Who fan anymore but that'll probably kill the gift. It's not like I just stopped watching Doctor Who, I still mostly keep up with the episodes but I just don't have time to obsess over a fictional show.

I carefully tear the TARDIS blue wrapping paper open and can already see John Barrowman's serious face and I tear more to see David Tennant pointing the sonic screwdriver. I tear open the rest to see the contents are a sonic screwdriver and a fake vortex manipulator.

I quickly put on my surprised happy face and do a girly squeak for effect. I haven't done one those for a while. But, it seemed to do the trick because Becca beams at me and says, "Well, open it up already!" I really don't want to because I know it's not real, so honestly what's the point? I never cosplay so it's not like it serves a real purpose in my life.

I was kind of half hoping I could keep it closed to sell it on ebay or something. But, after looking at her excited face, it's obvious that she's still pretty into the show so I rip open the package and tear away the plastic from it.

I hold the fake vortex manipulator and turn to Becca, "Could you put it on for me?" I say with a bright, hopefully real looking smile. She snatches it from my hands, grabs my arm, and starts working on the leather straps. I look down at the sonic screwdriver and grab the box with my free hand and look to see if they need batteries.

It doesn't say and I hate looking at directions so I press the button on the sonic and hear the familiar whirring. Funny, it hardly even sounds like a toy.

Before I have time to really analyze it, Becca announces her finished work. I tuck the sonic into my flannel breast pocket and gaze down at the surprisingly tight, vortex manipulator. I open the flap and see I need to set it because it's blinking at me.

Again, I don't like directions so I try to figure it out myself. Becca watches me struggle with the settings with a fond smile on her face, like she's missed my fruitless attempts to be independent. "Need help?" She asks, reaching for my arm. I don't snatch my arm away, but I defiantly pull it away, she already helped me.

I have a thing about people helping me; pardon the fact I already asked for help. "No, its okay, I think I've finally got." I set the time to the time portrayed over the fireplace and date to December 25th, 2010. Showing Becca, hoping she understands the reference to the first time we spent Christmas together, despite being best friends, years before that.

She looks fondly at the date, and then remembers something. "You've got to press the 'go' button! Then maybe we can go back to that time!" She says with a giggle and I look down at the thing. Which one is the go button? I shrug and remember seeing Captain Jack just hitting it really hard, so, I give it shot.

I slam my hand down on the whole thing and suddenly feel all breath leave my body and like I'm being burned up. And as soon as the burning starts, it suddenly stops. I drop to a floor on all fours and attempt to catch my breath.

That's when I feel like an earthquake is tearing apart the floor I'm on I get shaken onto my back. I look up to see Karen Gillian looking down at me in a kiss-a-gram police uniform; like the one she wore from the show.

She's currently staring down at me with surprised wide eyes and me, probably with confused terrified ones. She opens her mouth like she's about to yell over the noise, but before she can, I'm on fire and out of breath, once again.

I land again on all fours and breathing heavily in a dark room. I catch my breath for a few seconds and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a closet. A freaking closet. I transported into a closet. I TRANSPORTED INTO A CLOSET.

I look down at the "fake" vortex manipulator and pull up the flap. It says exactly what I typed in, Decemebr 25th, 2010. I try to type in something else but it does absolutely nothing. It doesn't even fizzle or seem like its malfunctioning. It's just simply not doing what I want it to do. With a frustrated growl I stand up and open the door out of the closet, hoping to find answers outside. I hear voices before I open the door and open it to reveal a man and a boy.

"Dangerous? Come on, we're boys. And you know what boys say in the face of danger." The voice sounds dangerously familiar but I can't quite put my finger on who… I'm now only halfway out of the closet and looking into what appears to be a little boy's room.

The little boy questions, "What?" to the older, excited man. The man turns to him, pauses, and says, "Mummy." He heads for the closet, with a determined look on his face and stops in his tracks when he sees me. "Anna! What a lovely time to pop in! Amy mentioned you showing up, quite sudden and confused she added, more like she warned. Oh! This is my new friend, Kazran!" The little boy sitting at a desk gives me a confused wave. "Actually, he's not actually my friend. Actually, well, this him is. Anyways! It's time to catch us a floating fish!" Kazran reflects my confusion back at me. "Who is this? Is this the Mary Poppins that you asked if I've seen?"

The Doctor does his HaHaah laugh and points at me. "No, this is Anna Banana! But, she would make a brilliant Mary Poppins seeing how she cares for almost everyone. Especially me." He says with a wink and puts his hand up and makes his hands look like he's showing a title. "She could be Anna Poppins!" Immediately after he announces the title he makes a face that causes he face to scrunch up. "Oh, forget that, that's a rubbish name. Let's stick with Anna Day, eh?"

All I can manage is wide eyes and an open mouth at him. I have absolutely no idea how to react. I think I must have hit my head when I hit the toy vortex manipulator. Yeah, that's it. I'm knocked and as a side effect, I'm having a weird dream about the Doctor. I quickly think of how I can react to situation like this.

Either I could A.) go with the dream and have an adventure with a fictional character in what I believe is a dream, or, B.) demand answers and completely flip the fuck out.

I like the ladder.

"Yeah, uh hi, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? HAVE I BEEN KIDNAPPED BY TELEPORT OR SOMETHING?" I know that's not logical thinking but when in doubt, panic and yell. Before the Doctor can retort back to me I waltz up to him jab him in the chest with my finger. "If you think this is some damn game, you got another thing coming. My father happens to be retired from the NYPD and will kick your ass. You'd better hope this is some crazy dream or I will burn you to ash."

I end the threat with a final sharp jab to his chest and he just stands there with his jaw agape and a finger in the air like he's about to make a point, but can't. His mouth opens and closes for a full 30 seconds and then claps his hands together like he's got an idea, or a plan.

"Right! Anna Banana!" He says with a spin and a smile. "I knew this day was coming, just never thought it would be so soon!" He stands in front of me and drops his hands to my shoulder with a serious look plastered on his face. "Annaloise Aria Day, this may be difficult to believe at the moment, but this is not a dream, I did not teleport you but you were actually brought here, to my world, from yours. And you are an impossible thing in my life that I have never been able to figure out." He looks at me with sad look, like he thinks it's his fault he can't figure me out.

Wait, did he say impossible girl? Oh c'mon, what am I, the third impossible girl? Well actually, since Clara isn't a thing yet, that makes me the second, but still. Wait wait wait wait, he said never?

"You said 'never.' You mean to tell me, you've known me before this?" I look up at him, because sadly I'm a good couple inches shorter than him and that doesn't bide well with me attempting to come off as intimating. He gives me another sad, wide wet eyed look Amy's always going on about. "Yes, I've known you before this incarnation." He then changes tones for the third time now, "But that is beside the point Anna Banana! You know more about my world than anyone which means you know you cannot know more about your future. You told me that one about River."

I'm still stunned and frankly, have no idea how to react. He looks at me, half expecting me to freak out again but I've already come back to my first conclusion. This is obviously a dream. Only I can make something up like this. It's probably just my teen years reflecting back into my subconscious dream state of mind. Why not take advantage of this opportunity? An adventure with the Doctor! Sure, I've had Doctor Who related dreams before but never such a vivid one like this! Maybe something will happen that will cause me to wake up.

With that hopeful thought in mind, I smile up at him and switch moods as quick as he does. Two can play this game. I tighten my bun, throw back my shoulders to make me look more confident, and look at Kazran. "Come on then! We got a fish to catch!" Kazran and the Doctor both beam at me.

After hooking up the Doctor's sonic screwdriver to a string hanging from the ceiling and into the closet, we sit in the closet and the three of us sit against the door. Kazran looks up at the Doctor with a somewhat fearful voice, "Are there any face spiders in here?" The Doctor glances down at him, "Nah, not at this time of night. They'll all be sleeping in your mattress." He says in a nonchalant tone. I hit him the arm and quickly change the subject to avoid the fearful look in Kazran's eyes.

"So, Kazran is it?" He nods at me. "Why are you so interested in the fish Kazran?" I remember this episode vaguely but one of the things I do remember is the little boy's interest in the fish and something about a school incident. Kazran, now distracted from the face spiders looks down at his hands, "Because they're scary."

"Good answer." The Doctor speaks up. Kazran looking at the Doctors bow tie asks, "What kind of tie is that?" The Doctor puts on his 'I'm cool bow tie wearing alien' face and retorts back, "A cool one." I snort at that and the Doctor gives me an annoyed look and straightens his bow tie. "The other Anna Banana thinks it's cool." I stick my tongue out at him and he lightly pokes my nose in a fond way.

I thought it would be hard trying to act not confused by the whole dream situation, but I'm falling into character and finding myself comfortable with the Doctor surprisingly natural. That same very reason is probably why I'm all so cool with this; because I know it's not real.

"Why is it cool?" Kazran asks, still confused by the strange sort of tie. "Why are you really interested in the fish?" The Doctor replies with a knowing look casted down towards Kazran. Kazran sighs, but gives in. "My school. During the last fog belt, the nets broke and there was an attack. Loads of them. A whole shoal. No one was hurt, but it was the most fish ever seen below the mountains."

I'm now fully invested in his story and peak my head around the Doctor so I can look at Kazran. "Were you scared?" I ask with raised eyebrows. Kazran looks down at the floor with a disappointed look. "I wasn't there. I was off sick" He says sadly. My mouth turns into an 'O' and I give him a sympathetic look. The Doctor turns briefly towards him. "Ooo, lucky you." Was he even looking at the boy? I hit him on the shoulder again and give him a pointed look towards Kazran who has his head hanging. "Not lucky." He corrects himself. Kazran goes on. "It's all anyone ever talks about now. The day the fish came. Everyone's got a story." Once again hardly listening, the Doctor says, "But you don't." I put my hand Kazran's. "One day, you'll have the best of stories." My sad attempt at cheering him up only gets me a tiny forced smile.

Deciding on changing the subject, Kazran looks down at the computer propped up on the other side of the closet, or as Brits say, "cupboard". "Why are you recording this?" Kazran asks the Doctor who had put it there so the old man version of Kazran could watch. That, I remember well because I never understood why the camera was necessary if Kazran had the memories. And another thing, wouldn't it be painful, rewriting someone's memory like that? It seemed awful convenient Kazran was able to follow along perfectly to what was going on.

I don't why I'm even questioning my subconscious. Obviously dreams aren't going to make sense. Especially since in my mind, I'm next to a madman who travels through space and time in a blue box.

The Doctor, looking down at the string now nudges me to show the string pulling against the Doctor. "Do you pay attention at school, Kazran?" The Doctor asks, still looking down at the string. Kazran not getting the hint gives him a confused look. "Sorry, what?" Kazran follows his gaze and looks at the string. "Because you're not paying attention now" The Doctor says, watching something tug against the string, now with Kazran looking.

The Doctor gets up and puts his hand and ear up against the door to try to listen to the sonic's whirring as me and Kazran stay seated beneath him. I know the shark is about to be on the other side and I'm not trying to get eaten alive anytime soon.

Kazran looks up at the Doctor. "Doctor, are you sure?" He asks as his future-self protests against this action. Obviously they can't see each other but like I said, I remember that confusing parallel pretty well.

The Doctor looks down at Kazran. "Trust me." He says with certainty. Kazran replies back with an uncertain, "Okay." The Doctor looks down at him, but now more attentive. "Oi. Eyes on the tie. Look at me. I wear it and I don't care. Trust me." Kazran looks up with to the Doctor with a hopeful, more certain look in his eyes. "Yes." The Doctor looks down at the camera across the closet and speaks directly to Kazrans future self. "That's why it's cool."

The Doctor opens the door and goes towards the sonic while Kazran and I stay put in the closet. Kazran stands up and presses his ear against the door to hear better while the Doctor explains to himself how the fog works.

Kazran, excited about the fish on the other side asks the Doctor eagerly, "What kind of fish, can I see?" The Doctors voice carries through the door, barely above a whisper replies, "Just stay there a moment."

I pop up from where I was standing and ask the Doctor curiously if the fish is big, remembering that it was a shark but he would probably be a lot more alarmed if it was. "Nah, just a little one." Returning his attention back the fish he asks, "So, little fellow, what do you eat?" Right after the Doctor asks, I can hear a big chomp on the other side of the door. Gulping, I take a few steps back, grabbing Kazran and trying to herd him behind me.

Kazran again not catching on to the hints, pulls out of my loose grip. "How little?" He asks with a curious tone shadowing over his judgment.

The Doctor's confliction of words is clear is his single "Er" that he manages to utter. Kazran, bless his heart, still oblivious to the Doctor's tone continues to ask eagerly, "Can I come out?" Right as the Doctor replies back, I do too. "Maybe we should just wait in here…" I say as the Doctor says, "No, no. Maybe just wait there for a moment."

Now look, I love kids. They really are the coolest and most simple-minded life form throughout all the galaxies. But as cool as they are, some can really oblivious to obvious things. Like for instance, panic in the Doctor's voice at a shark on the other side. "What color is it?" Kazran asks with such curiosity that I almost feel bad for him. Almost. Still nervous Doctor on the other side, replies back with a fearful tone, his footsteps creaking underneath him coming closer to the closet door. "Big. Big color."

The Doctor quickly pulls open the door and gets in the closet with his back against the door, attempting to hold back the pounding on the other side. Now I'm exasperated by the lack of information being given to me. I am an adult so there shouldn't be any dancing around the subject. "What's happening Doctor?!" Glancing towards me, with fear still swirling in his eyes, he replies back quickly, addressing Kazran while trying to hold back the shark on the other side of the door. "Well, concentrating on the plusses, you've definitely got a story of your own now." Turning his head to look at me, he continues, "Also, I got a good look at the fish, and I think I understand how the fog works, which is going to help me land a spaceship in the future and save a lot of lives." Turning his head sharply to look down at Kazran again he keeps going on, even faster. "And I bet I get some very interesting readings off my sonic screwdriver when I get it back from the shark in your bedroom." Looking back at me once again he yells, "A little help would be nice!" I quickly press my back against the door with him, attempting to use my weight to hold the door.

Kazran, gaping at the Doctor only takes the negative out of the whole bit. "There's a shark in my bedroom?" The Doctor upset by Kazran's negative outlook replies back, just as exasperated as me now, "Oh fine, focus on that part!"

After a few more bangs against the door, the other side goes completely quiet. Kazran confused by the silence speaks to the Doctor in a panicked tone. "Has it gone? What's it doing?" Thinking absentminded, I say, "What do you call it if you don't have any feet, and you're taking a run-up?"

Just after the words escape my mouth, the shark hits the door with so much force that it knocks the three of us into the back of the closet, on top of the video, shutting it off; probably breaking it. The shark, now stuck in the door, is attempting to chomp us to pieces. I wouldn't say that I'm not panicking because I am. But not as much as Kazran is since he has his hands over his ears and is shouting "It's going to eat us." Over and over again. But, since I know this is dream, maybe this is the point in the dream where I die saving the Doctor like every other companion he's ever had.

I turn to the Doctor with a certain calmness in my voice. "Is it going to eat us?" He turns to me with panic in his old eyes. "Well, maybe we're going to eat it, but I don't like the odds. It's stuck, though. Let's see. Tiny shark brain. If I had my screwdriver, I could probably send a pulse and stun it." I know I should be freaking out over the whole shark thing and the lost screwdriver but all I can think of is how he's treating me like an incompetent child. I mean, I guess I get where he's coming from because in this dream I don't really know him like I usually do in my other dreams. And I'm not really anything to him, yet.

Before I can think more about this, I stop my thoughts in their tracks. He said screwdriver. Why didn't I think of this before?! I have a screwdriver! If it's anything like my vortex manipulator, then maybe it'll work! I was too busy thinking and not hearing the Doctor's plan over the loud struggle from the shark, he's already to the part where he's about to reach into the shark for the sonic.

The Doctor is looking at Kazran with wide excited, yet scared eyes. "Two arms. Right, then. Okay. Geronimo. Open wide." Before the Doctor puts his arm inside the shark, I act quickly. I whip out my sonic from my flannel breast pocket, point it at the shark, close my eyes, and hope for the best.

It seemed to work because the next thing I know, the shark is laying on the ground, stunned, with its mouth still slightly ajar. Kazran slowly opens his eyes and lifts up his head from his hands and looks at it, surprised eyes wide open.

The Doctor looks at me with happy, surprised eyes. He jumps up, pulling me with him and kisses me on the forehead. "Anna! You're absolutely brilliant! I didn't even think you had your screwdriver with you this early!" He suddenly hits himself in the forehead. "Of course you have it! You had it the first time you saw me in sand shoes!" I laugh at him and then nod down at the shark, ignoring the small detail he says I see him when he's 10. "How're we gonna manage to get the sonic outta there then?"

But before he can reply, I'm left feeling breathless once again and the burning sensation is almost unbearable and all I can do is hope that this is me waking up.