New fic, yay!

You walked up to the TARDIS, apprehension on all your features, your [H/L],[H/C] hair blowing in the breeze. Your [E/C] eyes shining with anticipation. You had been waiting for over a month. Oh well, he was getting better. You reached your hand down into your shirt, grabbed the cold metal, and pulled it up, looking at the key that was on a chain around your neck.

You fit the key into the lock on the police, public call, box that was the bluest blue. You opened it and smiled widely. It was, as you may have guessed, bigger on the inside. You walked straight up to the console and began setting coordinates for Fermata. Your heard a man walking throughout Sexy. The footsteps were coming closer. Of course, you didn't mind, why should you? You and the Doctor were very good friends.

The footsteps reached the top of the steps leading down to the console, then stopped. "Who're you?!" asked a shocked, and slightly alarmed, voice much younger than you were accustomed to. Your head jerked up and you saw a very skinny man in a brown pinstripe suit, white converse sneakers, a trench coat, and a purple neck tie. He had really, really great hair that came up in the front, puppy dog melted chocolate eyes, and a face with more freckles than you could count.

Currently the face was wearing a very confused expression. You took the time to look around you and take in your surroundings. This wasn't the TARDIS you were used to. Well, you had seen it thanks to Eleven, but that was another matter. In this TARDIS you saw there were huge chunks of brown store that looked like trees coming up from the floor. There was iron grating underneath your feet. The beam of light in the center of the console (which showed life in the TARDIS) was blue. The overall design of this one was a lot more steampunk and grunge than Eleven's TARDIS.

Ten still seemed confused and expectant for an answer. You put your finger on your chin in thought, and glanced behind the Doctor into space. What should I tell him? you thought, Hi. I'm from your future. You can't touch me or you'll probe my mind and you'll see your future. I'm an ancient species that was legend of the Time Lords. What the hell kind of an answer was that? You settled on your answer you used for many things, and that made much sense. River, or Melody, even got this off you from saying it so much.

You took your finger off your chin, glanced at the ground, looked up at Ten, (still looking confused and bewildered) smiled, and said, "Spoilers." He looked at the ground, apparently sad. "I knew someone who said that once..." His gaze became distant and his voice trailed off and became dreamy. "Well... Doctor..." you said, snapping him out of his ordeal. You began backing up slowly. "This has been fun but..."

He reached his hand up and snapped his fingers before you could say anything more. The door slammed shut and locked itself. You stopped in your tracks, facing the suspicious looking Doctor. "Who are you?" he asked, squinting his eyes in a quizzical way. "I'm from your future." you said with a smile, "Not that uncommon by now, is it?" His eyebrows shot up to his forehead and his eyes widened. Then his eyebrows descended and his eyes became normal size.

"Can you please at least tell me your name?" he asked. You smiled and shook your head in a knowing way.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, that's one thing I can't do." you said. In all this time he had walked down the stairs. He lunged and grabbed your arm. You quickly shut all the doors in your mind to future memories. You let him see some of the past. He gasped and let go. "Yo-you're a myth!" You shook your head.

"I'm right here sweetie, can't you see?" he looked disbelieving. "You- you're " he began shakily before steadying himself and taking a deep breath. "You're an Angel of Castiavon." he said still staring at you.