I don't own Doctor who. If I did well…Spoilers. Hope you like it let me know what you think! And thanks aging to my lovely fanfic soul mate Polkadottedgiraffe11.

You know, I think that outcomes are inevitable. Like how we will all die someday, we don't know how or when but we know it will happen. And we have no control over it, not really.

I think that the outcome of everything is set in stone. Things always happen even if we don't want them to. And most of us feel we have no say in it. Others say we have all the say.

But I think that we come to a lot of two way streets in life and we have to pick a path. What we pick it changes how we get to the outcome but never the outcome itself.

I didn't always feel this way. In fact there was a time when I didn't even think about it. What my life would be like. Not until the day I met HIM. He was something else too. That silly mad man in a blue box.

But then I'm getting ahead of myself. You don't even know who I am yet. I'm Annika, but my grandmother (she's Dutch) calls me Grace, as that's what my name means in her mother language. I am 19 and I live in New York City, 2014 (Earth, the solar system, Milky Way galaxies) I feel compelled to add.

I'm about 5'5 and have very dull long, about mid-back, brown hair, but oddly my eyes make up for that. They are so blue my grandmother once told me that to look into them was like falling it to a never ending sea. And mixed with my fair skin and slim body I know I'm rather hot. Not that Id tell anyone that.

Oh, see I've spent much too much time with that man now. I'm starting to sound like him, rambling on and all. But back to whom I am. I'm a writer or I want to be, I'm working on it. That's why I moved to New York and how I ended up standing out in the freezing cold waiting for the ball to drop and bring in the New Year.

This would be the end of my first year in New York and even if I had yet to be a published writer I did love living here. So even knowing I had to be at work in the morning (at a small café) I had made up my mind to go and see the ball drop. I may even get a story idea. Not likely but maybe.

So I had tried and failed to get a good spot out in the freezing cold street to see. We still had about ten minutes till the count down when I saw HIM for the first time. He went running down the overcrowded street wearing a bow tie and dragging behind him a rather good looking red head. The man had what looked to be some sort of odd glow stick and was fallowing it. But the oddest thing was no one seemed to pay them any mind at all.

In a split second decision I ran after them. And oh I would never regret it.