"I should've stayed in my bed this morning....."

This was the only thought that came to Samaëlle's mind. After the T.A.R.D.I.S. had been unexpectedly transported, she had decided to try and peek outside to know where exactly she'd landed - that is to say on something that looked like a mix between a huge spacial rock and a spaceship/junkyard ; and one of the so-sympathetic-looking creatures she had seen on the telly had grabbed her right away.

"The T.A.R.D.I.S. ! The Doctor heard us !", a vioce said in her back. The teenager got rid off the hand clutched on her shoulder and turned around to see Harriet Jones, along with a man holding a tablet computer. The two had both their eyes locked on the travelling blue box behind her.

"You're not Rose Tyler....", Jones said.

"Hello to you too", Samaëlle replied, scared as hell and easily sarcastic.

"Harriet Jones, Prime Minister. This man here is Alex." She pointed the guy with his tablet befoer focusing back on the teenager. "Is the Doctor with you ?"

"The Prime Minister, really ? I'd never have known.", she retorted, still sarcastic despite the light trembling of her voice. "And not really, no. For now I guess that we'll have to do without him", she added, glancing at the T.A.R.D.I.S., hoping that Comatose-the-First would wake up and scooby-doo this mess.

One of the skeleton-faced creatures started to talk Yogurtho-Klingon, and the guy named Alex started to read what appeared on his tablet, translating the alien language. 

"The girl - I think that's you", he said while looking at Samaëlle who glanced back, as if saying "No shit Sherlock" and then back at the alien, "has the clever blue box. Therefore, she speaks for your planet."

"But she can't !", Jones exclaimed, "She's just a child !"

"I'm not a child, I'm 16, and I don't think he'll listen to anyone else anyway", Samaëlle replied, trying to stop her body from shaking. She straightened up, took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "I'm adressing you, the..."

"Sycorax", Alex said helpfully.

"Thanks. Wait. Like in Shakespeare's The Tempest ? Sycorax. Right. Okay. So. I'm adressing you, the Sycorax, on behalf of... of... of the Galactic Senate and.. of the Supreme Intelligence of the Kree Empire, to demand you to leave this planet in peace ! Please ?"

The Sycorax burst out laughing - well that sounded like a laugh - and Samaëlle felt quite tiny and lonely. The one who seemed to be the aliens' chief spoke again, and Alex read on his tablet.

"You're funny, but now you will die. Did you think you were being clever, with your stolen words ? For us you are nothing but a child, and if your world has no better champion..."

"Then you shall perish in the flames !"

"Then you shall... Wait.", Alex finished.

There was a short moment of silence. Then Samaëlle pulled herself together, her brain turning at full speed.

"That was English. He speaks English now. How the hell can he do that ?"

"I only speak the noble Sycorax language !", the skeleton-faced alien exclaimed. He looked more like a Halloween-costumed-child having a tantrum than like a destroyer of worlds, suddenly.

A light creaking was heard. Everyone turned to the T.A.R.D.I.S. just in time to see a young man wearing a dressing gown opening the doors from the inside. 

"Did you miss me ?"

"About damn time !", Samaëlle uttered, before exclaiming again, as some sort of spear when right passed her black hair at full speed, propelled by the Sycorax chief towards the Doctor. Said Doctor caught it in the air and broke in half on his knee.

"Quite dangerous, isn't it ? You could've taken someone's eye out. Now you wait for your turn, I'm busy.", he told the aliens before turning to the humans. "Harriet Jones ! It's been a while ! But you, well, I don't know you yet but you look nice !", he told Alex. "And I don't know your name either but thanks for the tea ! That's all I needed ! Superheated infusion of tannin and free radicals, perfect to wake up the synapses !"

He got closer to Samaëlle.

"So. First things first. Let's introduce ourselves. Then let's get to the more pressing matters : how do I look ? But first of all : I'm the Doctor. Hi !", he said, smiling broadly.

My name's Maitland. Samaëlle Maitland. You can call me Ellie."

"Scottish, I see ! Ellie, eh ? I like it. I like Samaëlle better but I like it. Anyway. Ellie. What do I look like ?"

"Er.... Really weird and quite over-energetic, but it's fine."

"No, I meant, my face, my body, everything. How do I look ? What color is my hair ?"

"Not my type but fine, I guess. And the hair.... Sort of brown-ish. Chestnut. Something like that."

"So not ginger."

"As a matter of fact no, not ginger." 

"I always wanted to be ginger ! I've never been ginger ! Anyway. You let me fall down there, in the T.A.R.D.I.S., I woke up on the floor. Oh, shouldn't have said that. That was quite rude wasn't it ? Is that what I am now ? Rude and not ginger ?"

"Hold on. You're the Doctor ? But I've met another man called the Doctor. Is that a title that's passed on ?", Jones asked, confused.

"It's me ! Same man, different face. Well, different everything."

"But it's impossible..."

"Remember when we got trapped in Downing Street ? And this whole Slitheen mess ? What really scared you wasn't the aliens, it wasn't the war, it was the thought of you mother being on her own."

"My God."

"Flattering, but I'm not a god. I'm the Doctor !", he exclaimed, still grinning.

 "But what about Rose.....?", Jones began before getting interrupted by the Sycorax. Samaëlle spotted some sort of very quick gleam in the Doctor's eyes, like sadness. She didn't know who this Rose Tyler was, but the Doctor, Jones and her seemed to have history. And what was a Slitheen ? Surely some other sort of alien, Samaëlle thought while mentally shrugging.

"I demand to know who you are !", the Sycorax shouted, seemingly quite upset.

"I don't know !", the Doctor answered, imitating the other alien's thick voice, before adding : "No, seriously, I don't know. I'm the Doctor, but apart from that... It's all still untested yet. Am I funny ? Sarcastic ? Sexy ? A coward ? Left- or right-handed ? Mad ? Well, that I could be, yeah."

"Quite the talkative type anyway, right Rosie ?", Samaëlle whispered to her tarentula, who had glanced out of her pocket before hiding in it again. Too many people.

"Next question ! How will I react as I see this : a button !" He walked to some kind of pannel half-hidden in the rock. The pannel had indeed a bright red button on it, the kind you might want to avoid in most action movies. "A big threatening button that should never be pressed, right ? By the way, what's feeding it ?"

He started to fumble in the pannel. There was a lot of wires going in every direction, and a pocket like the ones you could see in hospitals, for the transfusions.

"So what do we have here.... Oh ! Blood ! Human, A positive, I think." He took a drop of it on his finger, licked it and exclaimed : "Yep, A positive ! With a dash of iron. Oh, but that means blood control ! Hadn't seen that in a long time. So you control every A positive in the world ! That's a lot of people. And it leaves us with a great big problem. 'Cause I don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a red button, the kind no one should press, I just wanna do that !"

And before Jones or Samaëlle could stop him, he had smashed the button.