Fern was currently in the basement, going through the video games and movies she had. Right now she was playing Portal 2 and had paused it to look through her stuff.

"Alright, looks good." She said to herself. She went back to the controller and continued playing her game.

"FERN! HEATHER AND ASHTON ARE HERE!" Eric yelled from upstairs.

"SEND THEM DOWN!" She yelled back. Fern didn't notice the two come downstairs until they had tackled her.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They said together.

"Thanks guys, now get off." She said laughing.

Heather and Ashton, the twins. She had met them on her very first day of school back when she was five, they had kept asking her questions and they're honestly one of the only people who knew about the Doctor.

They hadn't made fun of her or anything, just sat and listened with awe.

The three have been friends ever since.

"I heard that Waylen was coming over." Heather grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh Waylen!" Ashton said in his version of a girl voice. Fern blushed and kicked Ashton in the shin.

"Shut up." She muttered, continuing to play her game.

"Ow! Hey! Why did you kick me but not her?" He asked.

"'Cause,"

"YOU DON'T LOVE ME HOW DARE YOU!" Ashton yelled. He then smirked and started hugging Fern, nuzzling her cheek.

"Admit it, you're in love with meh." Ashton smirked.

"Gahhh get offffff." Fern protested against the brunette's nuzzling.

"Ew, please, get off of her. This is so sickening." Heather gagged. Ashton laughed and let Fern go. Fern sighed in relief and continued her game.

Heather poked her cheek.

"Ayyy, you wanna get some fooood? I'm hungrryy." She said patting her stomach. Fern sighed again, paused the game and headed upstairs.

"YAY!" The two cheered following after her. Once the three had made it upstairs Eric was leaning on the counter.

"Hey." He and Fern greeted before going back to what they were doing.

"Did Chris buy the snack tray thingies?" She asked. Eric nodded.

"Yeah, there're in the fridge."

"Hey Eric." Heather said leaning on him. "What're you doing?" She asked.

"Just make out already." Ashton and Fern said as they took the food out of the fridge.

"Shut it." Heather growled.

"Make me!"

"Alright guys, there'll be none of that." Greg said coming into the room, Chris following.

The doorbell rang, Fern's eyes widening when she heard the chime echo through the house.

"Waylon." Chris ran to the door.

"I'll get it!" He sang opening the door. Fern pushed him out of the way.

"Hey." She said, Chris popped up next to her, smiling away.

"Hey." Waylon said, running a hand through his hair to make his fohawk more spiky. Fern's heart began to race.

'He's so cute.' She thought.

"Come on in, Ashton was taking the food downstairs and we were about to pick a movie."

"Cool." He said stepped through the door.

Chris continued to stare at Waylon as he walked down to the basement with the rest.

Greg came in next to him, glaring.

"What? He's a cutie." Chris said.

"You're such a pedophile."

"Oh shush."

After a while, the kid's had decided in watching Moulin Rouge, a musical about prostitutes.

The trio of friends grew very offended when they found out that Waylon had never seen it before.

"ASHTON PUT IT IN WE MUST WATCH IT." Heather and Fern exclaimed.

Ashton was way ahead of them and already pressing play to the DVD.

Five movies later, the time had flown to three.

Ashton and Heather freaked out and practically busted down the door when they found out the time.

"Well, I guess I should go to." Waylon said.

"Yeah, thanks for coming." Fern said, following him to the door.

"I had fun, maybe we could do this again sometime."

Fern flushed and nodded.

"Yes, that'd, that'd be great." He smirked.

"Alright, see ya." Waylon then headed out the door, waving goodbye as he went to his car.

Fern stood there for a few moment before sighing contently.

She looked around and saw that everyone was in bed.

"Whoops." She muttered to herself.

There was a knock on the door. Fern furrowed her eyebrows when she heard it.

She creaked open the door, looking through the crack of it.

There was a man standing there, in a tan trench coat and brown pinstriped suit with a red tie. To throw the whole thing off he was also wearing red converse.

He had spiked brown hair that seemed to defy gravity and brown eyes. The eyes seemed so familiar.

And let's not forget how tall he was, he was at least over six feet.

She opened the door a little bit more.

"Uh, you do realize that it's like, three in the morning right?" She said.

"Ah, yes, sorry, have you, by chance, heard of a little girl named Fern? She about this tall." He said putting his hand to a certain height. "She's five years old, red hair, blue eyes. Probably looking for a man in a blue box?"

Fern's eyes widened.

"Uh, who's asking?"

"Oh, sorry, the Doctor, I'm the Doctor."

Fern's eyes widened even more.

"You." She muttered. "You're the one who left me." Her vision became blurry and she could feel the tears running down her cheeks.

"Pardon?"

"You're face, it's changed. . .you, you. I can't even. . ." Fern had the door fully opened now and leaning on the door frame, her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry; I don't believe I recognize you. Who are you?"

"Well, let's just say I'm not five anymore." She said still crying. The man's eyes widened.

"What?!"

"It's Fern."