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Are you tired of these Pre-Story notes yet? I hope not. I'm trying to make them comical. Doctor Who: owned by Steven Moffat the provider of nightmares and the BBC who makes sure he keeps it scary.

"Doctor, can you stand?" Rory asked him as the three of us Amy, Rory and I stood around him like worried mother hens. The Doctor stood and attempted a step, but his legs betrayed him and he slammed against the wall.

"I'm fine, really I'm fine." The Doctor shooed us away from him and tried to stand on his own two feet again. Nope, still not happening. He was more injured than he cared to admit and it showed. The hell with the high and mighty Time Lord act, he needed help whether he cared to admit it or not.

I reached my hand out to him and he grasped it without even a second glance. I braced as much of his weight against me as I could without losing my balance. The Doctor was a helluva lot taller than my 5'3" frame, weighed more than I did as well. He was still shaky and couldn't do more than a couple of baby steps at a time. The cuts on his body were protesting the movement and fresh blood began to flow out of choice cuts. The one at his temple was the worst; it hadn't stopped bleeding since we found him. He refused any medical treatment from Rory until we were back on the TARDIS, despite the protests from the Ponds. The Doctor was trying so hard to keep a brave face, not to have us worry any more than we already have, and to take charge of the situation again. First thing he did after the fog in his mind cleared was hold out a hand for the sonic screwdriver. Even injured the Doctor still sought to control the room and the situation. Once a stubborn Time Lord always a stubborn Time Lord.

Something still felt a bit off to me. This was too easy. The cloaked creature was a mirage and allowed us to rescue the Doctor with relative ease. Why hasn't it shown its true form yet? Why let us rescue the Doctor and go off on our merry way without so much as a fight? I think the Doctor must have been thinking the same thing as me since his eyes kept doing a sweep of the room waiting for something to appear. You don't want to know how much I hate when my hunches turn out to be right. Amy and Rory went ahead to the door to make way for the Doctor, and it would not budge. Amy pulled the handle, Rory pulled the handle, hell, the two of them pulled the handle together throwing all their weight into it and it would not budge. We were trapped in this room. Just brilliant, I really did hope that this was going to be a piece of cake.

"Amy, Rory now is not the time to play games. Get the door open." The Doctor all but commanded the two of them, the slightest hint of worry visible in his speech.

"Can't you see we're trying here raggedy man? It. Won't. Budge." Amy yelled at the Doctor through clenched teeth as she once again threw her weight against the door. It still wouldn't budge.

There was another flash of bright light that required us all to shield our eyes. Our mysterious cloaked friend had decided to return. We couldn't see his face, but we knew he wasn't happy. The air around him seemed to shimmer like it was vibrating. You could actually feel the waves of intense energy coming off of his being. The Doctor began to sway dangerously on his feet, and Amy, Rory, and I began to feel the most intense pounding against our skulls, like a migraine that comes to visit and announces that it will never leave no matter what. This creature was responsible for this somehow. What was he doing to us?

"Doctor, what's happening?" Rory asked as he massaged his temples. I noticed Amy doing the same.

"Amy, Rory don't let it invade your minds. Do not for a moment let your guards down." The Doctor commanded again swaying dangerously on his feet. It took all of my might to keep him upright and not go crashing to the ground with him.

Amy and Rory turned to each other and just glared. Out of nowhere tension sprung up between the two and I instantly knew our cloaked friend had something to do with it. What was he doing, what angle was he playing at? Was he working on turning all of us against each other? My temples throbbed in time with my frantic heart and I shook my head to clear it. I couldn't let this creature get inside my head. If I did that, then who knows what kinds of damage he could cause. He'd be able to kill the Doctor without so much as a flick of the wrist with the current state the Doctor was in. Something strange was beginning to happen to Amy and Rory. A fight broke out, a complete screaming match between the Ponds and as much as the Doctor yelled at the two to snap out of it and to keep their guards up it just wasn't getting through to them.

"I always knew you loved him. It has always been the Doctor or no one for you, hasn't it Amy? Two thousand years I waited, TWO THOUSAND YEARS! And all you can do is string me along like a puppet until he notices you!"

"Oh shut up Rory! How many times do I have to tell you that I DO NOT love the Doctor?" Amy shouted back at him before turning to glare at the Doctor, "I don't know why I keep following you around like a lost puppy dog, raggedy man. All you do is leave me. You're my best mate and all you can do is leave me behind like a worthless HUMAN. Too much of a high and mighty Time Lord to tell me everything, to let me in. What is the POINT of you?"

"Amy, Rory, listen to me." The Doctor began softly but fiercely, "This isn't you and you both know it. That thing, that creature is doing this to you. He is using your fears and trying to turn you against each other, against me. Do NOT let him!"

I needed to do something. I knew it was only a matter of time before the creature turned on the Doctor and myself and tried to turn us against each other and everyone else. I shook my head again in an attempt to clear it, and my vision swam. Come on Kayden, think. The Doctor was too focused on Amy and Rory, and Amy and Rory were too focused on fighting with each other. The sonic screwdriver! While the Doctor and the Ponds were busy arguing I took the opportunity to take the sonic from the Doctor. Turning to the cloaked figure I prayed that it was nothing but a mirage and didn't actually decide to grace us with its presence. I released a breath I did not even know I was holding when I activated the sonic screwdriver and the figure again exploded and disappeared. The pressure against my skull lessened as both Amy and Rory shook their heads clearing their minds. They didn't even realize that they were fighting. It was like that creature just completely took over, turning them into fighting puppets. I think it was time for the Doctor to answer some questions about our formidable enemy.

"Again Kayden I have to thank you for being so clever and getting us out of pickle. Now I suggest we get out of here quickly. The creature will probably be back to try again. Since you freed my mind from its grasp, it is losing its hold over the palace. The court should be beginning to become human again. Come along Ponds, Kayden back to the TARDIS."

"But Doctor, what EXACTLY is that creature?" I asked him as I again supported his weight and led him towards the door. With a sigh he answered my question.

"That creature no longer has a name. A name holds power and when I banished the creature's entire race I took away that power. It feeds on fear mostly, but also has the ability to make people see whatever it wants. It is the creator of illusions and a master of manipulation as it just tried to do with you, Ponds."

Amy and Rory both flinched, embarrassed that they allowed the creature to get inside of their heads. They both apologized profusely to each other and the Doctor. I was still feeling a little creeped out about all of this and just could not wait to get back to the TARDIS and out of here. We needed to treat the Doctor, who was trying so hard to look okay even though he wasn't. He was deathly pale and still swaying on his feet. I wondered absentmindedly how much like humans Time Lords were and if it was at all possible for the Doctor to just faint from blood loss. I was also still churning over in my head the events of the past few hours. The dreams, the Jardane mirage, the hints about the Doctor knowing who I was, and even the Doctor's own memories that I saw. I wanted so bad to confront him, to ask him what he was hiding but I knew he would probably not tell me a thing. Amy and Rory tried the door leading out of the dungeon like room again and lo and behold, it opened! We all gave a little cry of triumph, all of us having had enough of this place. Amy and Rory were the first out of the door, the Doctor and I trailing behind. Without warning, the door slammed shut cutting the Doctor and me off from freedom. The Doctor gathered all of his strength to stand on his own two feet and that allowed me to run to the door and try the handle. It was stuck, again.

"You will not escape us that easily, Doctor." We both turned toward the voice and saw the cloaked figure in the room with us again. The Doctor went straight for the sonic, but it didn't work this time. This was no mirage, the creature was real and he was laughing at us. "You're tricks will not work on me this time, Time Lord. I am real, and it is about time you companion knows the truth."

The truth? What the hell is he talking about? I glanced at the Doctor, one eyebrow lifted questioningly. The Doctor wasn't looking at me though; he was glaring straight at the creature. His spine was ramrod straight, and he didn't look injured at all despite the cuts, contusions, and blood. The Doctor clenched and unclenched his fists and was fully ready for a confrontation.

"You leave her alone." The Doctor bit out, looking every inch the Oncoming Storm I remember Amy telling me about. "She is not part of this it is between me and you, and so help me if you harm her you won't live to see tomorrow."

Another laugh from the creature, one that shook the walls and had dust fall from the ceiling. "Such petty threats, Time Lord. I am not here to harm your precious companion, only to help her to see the truth." He turned to me now and I couldn't help but shudder, "Little vermin your dear Doctor knows more about you than he dare tells you. I know you saw it in his memories. How could you be there if he's never met you before? It's time that you know the truth, little vermin. Ask your precious Time Lord what he knows."

"Enough!" The Doctor yelled that one word cutting through the air like a sharp blade. The tension in the room was forever mounting. "Leave her alone. I don't know what personal vendetta you have against me but you leave Kayden out of this."

"What you're missing, Time Lord is the face that I am using her against you already. The curiosity is driving her crazy, can't you see it? I have been inside her head. I know those dreams she's been having. A man in a blue suit. A man with ancient brown eyes. You know who he is, Doctor."

I watched as the Doctor visibly swallowed and recoiled from the creature slightly. What the creature was saying rang true, and the Doctor knew it. He really did know more than he was willing to let on. I was nervous and above all angry. If they Doctor had met me before, then why couldn't I remember him? And why wouldn't he tell me?

"Doctor?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper but I knew he heard me because he flinched slightly at his name. "Doctor what's going on? If you know something please just tell me."

"Yes Time Lord," The creature spat out mocking the Doctor's Time Lord self, "Tell her. Tell her about her fob watch and its significance. Don't hide it anymore Time Lord."

"You stay out of this!" The Doctor spat out at the creature, pointing the sonic screwdriver at him menacingly.

Fob watch? I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out my watch. The Doctor watched the action with a worried look pasted on his handsome face. I saw the flash of recognition in his eyes as he saw the watch though it came and went way too quickly. I was becoming more and more flustered and frustrated at the game of riddles at the creature and the Doctor was playing.

"Doctor," I glared at him now as I clutched my fob watch against my chest, "You know something, tell me. I am not some lowly human who can't handle the truth. Just because you are a Time Lord doesn't mean you can keep things about my own life from me!"

"Kayden," he murmured my name and reached out to take my hand in his, "I am so sorry. I did this to protect you. If I knew that this creature was going to use you against me just to watch me suffer I would have never allowed you to leave the TARDIS."

"Protect me? Doctor, what does that even mean? Tell me right now bow tie man. I am tired of these childish games!"

"Oh my beautiful, brilliant Kayden Grey," The Doctor whispered to me and a shiver ran up my spine. I remember someone else used to call me that.

"The watch, little vermin. Open the watch. It will give you the answers that you seek." The cloaked figure spoke softly for one and I gazed down at my watch and its beautiful pattern of circles.

I felt the Doctor's hand tighten against my own, and I knew that he wished the creature dead at that moment. I also knew that the Doctor was against my opening the watch. Ever since I was eighteen and I discovered it, something deep inside of me has told me to open it. I don't know how I survived this long able to resist the temptation. I wriggled my hand out of the Doctor's and backed away from him all the time staring at the watch. A voice in the back of my head was telling me to open it. Now was the time to open the watch. I heard the Doctor cry out for me to stop, that it wasn't the time, that he had so much he needed to explain to me first but I just ignored him. I was tired of being the only one in the room that didn't know anything, especially about my own life. My hands shook badly as I finally undid the clasp and opened the beautiful watch.

A change instantly overtook my body. The watch was glowing with a golden glow now, kind of like my skin was in that dream that I had. Curious, I looked down and saw that indeed my whole body was glowing with a golden glow. Pain instantly slammed into me, hard and fast and I staggered crashing to my knees. The Doctor was at my side in an instant talking me through whatever it was that was happening to me. My eyes squeezed shut on their own as every molecule; every fiber of my being felt like it was being ripped apart into a million tiny pieces. Memories slammed back into me, memories that I didn't even know I had.

The man in the blue suit and red trainers held out a hand to me. He was grinning wildly, like a mad man, and the look of excitement in his eyes was intoxicating. I reached out and grabbed his hand without a second thought, interlocking my fingers with his. Together we were off running from an enemy I couldn't see.

"I'm the Doctor!" The man with the ancient brown eyes called over his shoulder at me as we ran, "Trust me, I will keep you safe. What's your name?"

"Kayden," I called back, "Kayden Grey."

"Kayden Grey, that's a brilliant name! It's a pleasure to meet you, Kayden Grey!"

I screamed out as more pain assailed me. What the hell was happening to me? The Doctor clutched me tightly to him, whispering to me in a language I couldn't understand, or could I? I didn't quite know. I was burning now, burning like in my dream. This was the same feeling from the dream with the Jardane, and that syringe full of the pink liquid. The pain ceased for only a second, enough for me to take a breath and blink tears out of my eyes until another lost memory resurfaced.

The Doctor and I were in the TARDIS. He was plotting the next destination as I sat in the Captain's chair watching him work. I was drawn to this man. He swooped in out of the blue, him and his blue box that was bigger on the inside. He had saved me from a group of rogue Weeping Angels and now he was taking me on the adventure of a lifetime. Back in time to the court of Henry VIII so I could meet Anne Boleyn. It was like he just knew what I liked.

"Why me, Doctor?" I blurted out without meaning to and blushed a shade of red as he looked up with an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Why you what, Grey?"

"Why take me with you on this incredible journey? Why not just drop me off at home once the Angels were dealt with?"

"Weeeell," He began as he came over and knelt in front of me taking my hands in his. I couldn't hide the blush that once again colored my cheeks, "There's just something about you my beautiful, brilliant Kayden Grey. I'm drawn to you in a way I was never drawn to any of my other companions. There's something about you, be it your compassion, your brilliance, or just your humanity that I'm drawn to. I've been alone for so long, I need someone with me."

I couldn't help but smile at him. In the short few months that I have traveled with the Doctor he was never one to really openly discuss his emotions and feelings. It took weeks of nagging and begging for him just to tell me about Gallifrey, the Time War, and also Rose, Martha, and Donna. I guess I was lost in the moment because I did something foolish, but needed to be done. I rested both hands on either side of his face and I kissed him.

The burning began to recede and I was sweating a shaking now, it was a cold sweat. Some type of change just took place, my body felt oddly light but my chest felt heavy. I focused on the weight in my chest and realized that there was more than one heartbeat. Oh my God, two heartbeats! I had TWO HEARTBEATS! What the hell had just happened to me? I cleared my through about to confront the Doctor until I was bombarded with one final memory.

I was running through corridors alone, separated from the Doctor. My heart was pounding in my chest. Something was chasing me, Jardane I remember the Doctor mention when we first arrived in New York, 15 billion years into the future. I was lost in my thoughts wondering what had happened to the Doctor. Would he find me? Was he safe? I would never forgive myself if something happened to him. I should have been paying more attention because before I knew it I had collided into a male Jardane in a white lab coat. I went to scream but he had clamped a hand over my mouth and plunged a needle into my neck, drugging me.

"Shhhh precious pet, sleep. When you wake up the gift will be bestowed upon you. The Doctor has brought you to us, like the prophecy foretold. He has given you over to us and you will receive the gift."

I heard the Doctor's voice in the distance calling out, trying to find me. I tried to call out but found I had no voice. I was slowly slipping out of consciousness as the Jardane threw me over his shoulder like a limp ragdoll. My last thought before blacking out was of the Doctor, and how I had fallen in love with him.

My eyes flew open with a start and I drew in a deep breath. I felt like hell. I was lying in the middle of the dusty, grimy floor with the Doctor hovering close by. I felt his anxiety and worry; it was bleeding off of him in thick waves. My head pounded as I sat up and shook it, trying to clear the fog that had set in. the cloaked figure was gone, nowhere to be seen and by the look on the Doctor's face and fresh blood adorning the tattered remains of his clothing I knew the figure was dealt with. I shakily got to my feet stumbling a bit as I made my way towards the door. I was fuming, so angry at the Doctor. Doctor Who? Certainly not the Doctor I knew and even loved.

"Kayden?" I heard him call my name and I flinched, "Stop we need to talk about this."

"I have nothing to say to you." I bit out and halted before placing a hand against my throat. Why did my voice sound different?

"You regenerated." The Doctor stated like he could read my mind. "Please Kayden; you've got to understand why I did it. It was to protect you I swear. The Jardane were going to use you as a weapon against me. I couldn't let that happen. I cared, I STILL care so much about you. It was the only way to save you."

I spun on my heel so fast that it made my own head spin. I marched over to the Doctor on shaky legs and slapped him. The sound reverberated off of all the walls in the place. The Doctor stood there looking gob smacked, like he couldn't belive what I had just done.

"How could you, how DARE you? You took my memories from ME! I don't even KNOW you! Doctor, DOCTOR WHO? You are certainly not my Doctor, the one that saved me from the Weeping Angels, took me to see the stars, and protected me at all costs. The one that I grew to lo-" I stopped dead right there refusing to say the word to a complete stranger.

"Kayden, please, you have to understand." He crushed me against him without warning and I tried to break free, his hold was too tight and I couldn't get out. His voice when he spoke again was right in my ear, "You meant everything to me, and they knew it. The Jardane, Daleks, Cybermen all of my enemies, all of the things that hate me KNEW. They were going to use you against me. I had to do something to save you, and me. To give you a chance at happiness even though I knew I wouldn't be part of that. Please Kayden Grey, my beautiful, brilliant, brave girl. I told you to be brave and to trust me. I am still the Doctor, YOUR Doctor. I just regenerated but I never stopped caring from you. Look at me Kayden. Please look into my eyes and tell me you don't see the same Time Lord that stole you and showed you the stars."

Against my will I looked into the Doctor's eyes. They were the greenest of green and ancient, just like my Doctor's eyes were ancient. I saw the entire universe in those eyes, the same as my Doctor. All of the secrets that the universe had, all the wisdom of the Time Lord's long life were reflected in those ancient eyes. He was my Doctor, but he was also a complete stranger to me.

"I-I don't know you. You are my Doctor, but you're not. You stole my memories from me! You didn't even ask my permission, you just did it. Who said that you got to decide what was best for me? They turned me into a Time Lady. I remember now. I remember you telling me before the Chameleon Arch in the TARDIS. I remember begging you to let me stay with you, that I wasn't afraid, but you still stole my memories. Four years, Doctor. Four years of dreams about running with a stranger, adventures that I knew were too crazy to be true, and this WHOLE TIME they were. How could you? Who told you that you got to play God and take my life away from me? I-I don't know if I can forgive you, Doctor. Not for this."

He crushed me tighter against him and I didn't fight it. He rested his forehead against my shoulder once again, like the weight of the entire world was upon him. One simple word, one that held so much meaning: "Please." With that I was torn.