I am not that happy with this one, but I have however been stuck for inspiration: suggestions will be taken at this point. It was a bit of a spure of the moment-let's-write-the-first-thing-that-comes-to-my-head. I don't feel I got the Doctor's characterisation right either. Eugh, I'll just have to life with it. Reviews would be absolutely BRILLANTLY FANTASTICALLY COOL.

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, My laptop wouldn't be broken.

I walked into his machine. The blue police box that goes WOOO-EEEE-WOOO. I walked straight into it.

I'm Simon. And I walked into a bloody bright blue box. It wasn't even that I walked into it from behind or anything. I walked into it face first.

I remember the noise and the wind and the gradual fading that happened before I walked into it. I did however think my mind was playing tricks on me. It was the hottest day of the year and I was walking on a bloody big hill for this bloody stupid DOE (Duke of Edinburgh scheme for you non brits out there). I had also run out of water. It was natural for me to presume it was my mind playing tricks.

I walked into his box.

I was knocked out completely. Which is rather surprising, but it was really my fault- I was the one who fully consciously walked into his box. I must have been walked with some strength.

The next thing I know I am faced with a stunning brunette who is feeling my pulse and jumps back about five feet when she sees me just staring at her. She turned to a man who was also a brunette, but his hair was not shiny and as far as I was aware did not smell as good as her hair did. His hair looked like it had been under attack by a pair of ravenous gel coated hands.

He looked over at me and smiled, that's how at once I knew he was different. No one smiles like that- get real, you don't see people smiling like that at someone who they have just met.

Then again there was something off about his smile. The Doctor was a bit of a contraction. His smile was so bright and optimistic- like when you have finally figured out what you want to do with your life; then his eyes looked like they carried the weight of the world or had seen the end and regretted that he wasn't there to suffer too.

I sat up whilst the brunette and the man talked in muttered tunes. I walked over to them- my back was relieved to have my back pack taken off it. I coughed and they looked up at me. The man smiled and held out his hand- an action that made him look awkward, but I took it and shook it. He then introduced himself:

"I'm the Doctor" he then gestured to the pretty brunette "and this is Martha, you took a bit of a bump! Sorry about that, she-" he tapped the console that stood next to us "can act up! Now judging by the amount of mud on your trousers and the tent strapped to your backpack-I'm guessing you need to get to a campsite."

He then turned and flicked some switches. Martha began to brace herself. I soon learnt why as I was flung across the room and hit my head once more.

I can't remember much more really. I woke up at the camp site in a tent.

Apparently I just wondered out from the nearby woods with a bit of a dazed look on my face. I would never forget his or her face though.