All of Time and Space, and you think you've seen it all. But there was still certain things that were out in the vast universe, which would surprise you. After the whole cash of the Byzantium and with the Doctor, I had needed some down time. So, I travelled to 1957, about a year or so in the future for Elvis, I was visiting him. Plus, he was staring in a movie so I could't miss it. There I stayed for a few months, really getting to know mister Elvis Presley. He was quite the charming fellow. Though all things come to an end, I had to go as I was getting to comfortable in this life...

The time rotor rose and fell, as I stared into the glass casing. My mind reliving the memories with Elvis, I could see my reflection in the glass casing as I let out a deep sigh. I had already set a distention into the Tardis, somewhere tropical and freeing like a small little holiday, I so needed it. My hand latched onto the space-time throttle and I quickly pulled it down as the Tardis began to land. Within seconds, the Tardis quakes to a stop, as it had landed. I came around the console and to the doors, before opening the left door and slipping out. My sights were met with a cabin door, and I could hear engines of a plane as I pulled the door shut...

"A plane really?" I asked turning around to face the Tardis for a moment, before turning back to the cabin door, wondering why the Tardis had took me here. As I walk forward, I came to the aisle of the plane, seeing people seating and talking as we were high in the air.

"Excuse me? Do you know how long we've been up?" I hear a man speak as I made it down the aisle but not far, still at the back end of the plane.

"Oh, uh," the woman sat to the right of him began as she lifted her left hand to look at her watch. "About forty minutes," she finished, but I didn't listen in anymore as I walk further down the aisle. Nothing seemed out of place, and we clearly wasn't in the future... I stopped mid-way down the aisle and took my gaze around the plane, taking it all in. Calculating what year it was.

"2005," I mumbled to myself.

"Are you ok Miss?" A blonde haired woman asks me with a raised eyebrow, but I offered her a small smile while nodding to her. "Would you like anything off the trolley?" She indicated to the trolley which had food and drinks on.

"No, I'm fine," I told her with a smile.

"Wait? Did you board the plane? I met everyone-" Before she could finish asking her question, the plane began to shake and fill with wind, an alarm blaring out as the stewardess and I began to stumble. The plane bobbed and jolt around as everyone was began to panic, as the plane was going to crash. The gravity of the plane went backwards, making me loose my footing and go tumbling down the aisle. Within seconds, I hit the back of the plane, a huge gust of oxygen left my body as the wind was knocked out of me. I groan in pain for a moment, before the plane shot to the right, making me go tipping to the side, but luckily I stopped myself before coming near the open cabin door. It was getting harder to breath due to the cabin being depressurised, but I forced myself to walk forward, to get closer to the Tardis, but each step I took it was getting hard. As I reached my hand out for the door handle of the Tardis, the plane jolted and tipped to the right, making me loose my footing and sending me tumbling back and straight out of the plane. The high extreme wind tossed me around like a rag doll, my hair flapping uncontrollably. I let out a scream as anyone would, as my body was rolling around and I couldn't seem to get in the right position, my eyes watering due to the wind. So, I closed my eyes but suddenly, I felt a tug on the back of my jacket just for a moment...

I took a moment to process what I wasn't feeling and that was high speed winds. I peeled one eye open to see that I was no longer falling and now on the ground, laying flat on my belly. I was laying on the green grass of a hill, as I took a deep breath. I quickly rose to my feet, just in time to see the plane in the distance as it kept falling, miles away. All I could do was to watch it come crashing down in the far distance, smoke erupted the air within seconds. I held my hand over my mouth in shock, I couldn't believe it, all those people died. But there might be survivors, I was holding onto hope. Oh the Tardis was on that plane, damn. Luckily, it wouldn't have been damaged due to the shields. 

I need to get to the crash site...

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I tracked the Tardis all the way to a warehouse where the government had taken it. With the rest of the plane parts, or what was left of the parts. I came inside the warehouse, to be met with the guard at the desk.

"FBI. I'm here to see the crashed ship?" I spoke in an authoritative tone.

"ID?" He asks bluntly. I reached inside my tweed jacket and pulled free my psychic paper, and flipped it open to show the guard. His eyes went to the paper for a moment, reading what was projecting on it. He nods firmly, meaning that it checked out, as I closed it and put it back inside my jacket. I walk to the entrance that led to the warehouse. The door buzzed open as I pulled the handle back, and went down an ally way that led to the warehouse. 

Once I was in the storage place, I see a mapping of the plane that I was on. Different parts of the plane scattered around the room, but mostly it was on the mapping of the plane. My eyes drifted to the back of the plane, to see the Tardis in all her glory. I let out a relief sigh as it was fine, and wasn't damaged at all. I quickly moved my way to come to stand in front, being careful not to trip up over parts of the plane. I smile as I gripped the handle on the right door.

"Missed me?" I asked with a cocky smirk, but the Tardis let's out a happy hum sound. "Good," I spoke back to her, before my hand dropped from the. Just then, I heard loud footsteps coming this way, making me turn to look at the door to see two shadows coming closer. I rushed behind the Tardis, to use her as a cover. The door to the warehouse opened, as I pressed my back against the blue wood. The door opens and the footsteps echoed through the warehouse, but I kept breathing normal as I didn't want to expose myself. 

"What is that?" A oddly familiar voice came to ear, making me frown. 

"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies," A strong male voice which was oddly familiar. Carefully, I came to the edge of the Tardis and poked my head around. My mouth hanged agape, my eyes widen in surprise. Sam and Dean Winchester...

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman," Sam's voice echoed in my ear as the boys stopped.

"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade," Dean replied and I could picture the grin on his face after saying that. 

"Yeah, I can see that," Sam replied making me smile as he was taking the piss out of Dean. I didn't need to hide from them, they know me. 

"Well, well, if it isn't the Winchesters," I spoke aloud as I came out from hiding and came to stare at them, as they were staring straight at me with wide shocked eyes. 

"Who are you?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrow. But then it hit me, they were different from the last time they met me. Sam's hair was more grown and not pulled back, it looked like devil horns coming out of his side. He was also smaller in build like he hadn't built up that muscle yet. And Dean, well Dean just looks the same to be fair, a bit younger in the face and that was about it. 

"Oh God," I spoke to myself as I placed my hands on my head for a moment, rubbing my forehead as I felt the boys eyes on me. But I was connecting the dots, the Sam and Dean I met was from 2011, six years in the future. So, they have no idea who I was... "I'm a Hunter," I took my hand down from my forehead and met their gazes. "I'm here to investigate the crashed plane," there was no other reason why the boys wouldn't be here unless they are on a case. I see them both squint their eyes at me for a moment, wondering if I was telling the truth...

"Why were you hiding?" Sam asks. 

"Thought you were the Feds," I told him, though they weren't going to trust me. "We don't have long," I told them as Dean agreed, before he starts to wave his EMF meter around the wreckage, seeing if he could get a reading. My gaze took over to the emergency door handle to see it had yellow dust on it, which was strange. As I took a few steps closer, Dean's EMF meter ran over the handle and the audible spiked. Dean hovers over the handle as it was giving off a high reading.

"Check out the emergency door handle," Dean spoke, pulling the ear buds out of his ear as Sam came over to view the handle. Dean scratches at the yellow dust and got some on his hand. "What is this stuff?" Dean questions. 

"Only way to find out," Sam states, pulling from a knife and began scraping the yellow dust into a bag. But that substance was sulphur, and 2011 Sam would know that. I groan mentally as this must be at the start of them hunting and just figuring stuff out... I see them begin to pack away and ready to move out. I had Choices to make. One, leave them and let them deal with this and go somewhere sunny. Two, leave the Tardis here follow the boys and help them with whatever they are hunting. 

I had to make a choice fast...