Artemis had kept sight of her future for as long as she could remember. Starting out by becoming an A student in high school and further her academic career as she shortly became one of the youngest judges in US history. But her fight didn't stop there, Artemis continued to strive to become excellence in human form. Her goals could topple those striving to be a king or queen. But these goals could be seen as unattainable to anyone with a sane mind. Her mind challenged those who fought for cures but her mind was used to treat those with fairness and find the guilty among the innocent.

With many changes within her work and day to day life, there was a constant that lived with her, or rather, on her. A golden locket, inscribed with delicate engravings composed of circles and lines. On the back, a single word, Judge.

Perhaps this locket with such a vague word is what caused Artemis to strive to become what she was then. A word she looked at every day, a word she had become. However, she would soon know this word would mean more than just Juris Doctor degree in college.

~~~~

The silence of an empty courtroom comforted Artemis. Her mind could focus on the task at hand when she was left to nothing but her own thoughts. As her mind worked, so did her hand as she scribbled out notes onto her crisp sheet of paper.

The latest court case had been tough for her. Finding a husband guilty of abusing their own wife was a tough call to make. However, someone had to do it. Her conscience was clean as she signed a paper, condemning the man to the law.

In her free time, Artemis could relax in the comfort of her home. Watching re-runs of old movies and TV shows, she didn't know the name of. Guilty pleasures filled her void as she de-stressed from a hard day. One of these was a show, known by many as Doctor Who. Artemis had never been a die-hard fan of any series or movie, rather, spending that time thinking of the future. But along with her silence and guilty pleasures, there was another comfort in the room. Her locket.

Artemis took hold of her locket as times got rough. Her hand grasping over the usually cool metal surface when her mind tried to find an answer for a tough problem. But this time, when her fingertips grazed the metal, they were met with harsh heat.

Artemis winced as she placed her fingers inside her mouth, a normal reflex to any human when injured. Pulling the sleeve of her blouse over her palm, she carefully lifted the locket to her eyes view. With a covered hand, she flipped the locket over on her palm. The warmth from the locket melted into her skin as she tried to find the cause of the heat.

Her eyes glazed over the crack where the two sides of the locket met, a low red glow seeping out. Artemis' eyes narrowed as she watched the glow grow larger, causing the warmth in her hand to turn into a blistering heat, even though she had a layer of cloth to protect it. With steady fingers, Artemis grasped the sweltering locket and clicked the side of it, where the broken clasps met. Heat met Artemis' face as a bright light shone from the locket. Uninteligeabile mutters rose from the light and surrounded her ears, whispering soft words to her. She gasped as the heat transferred to her own skin, growing and warming her flesh.

Her body grew hot and her skin began to glow a soft light as the whispers swelled. The hand that was holding the locket jerked away as the heat became too intense, letting the locket swing freely from her neck.

Artemis stared down at her hand that once held the locket. Red skin blistered and in the delicate skin, a faint 'J' sizzled on her palm. She winced as she gently touched it. Her eyes widened as her palms began to glow the same color that the locket had been. Artemis gasped for air as a faint beating shook her chest that felt foreign. She clawed at her shirt, as it now felt constricting on her chest. The warmth surrounded her whole body as a faint glow shone from her skin, blinding her eyes.

Her mind was then suddenly invaded by unknown knowledge. Knowledge about a distant and fictional planet. A planet, at least, she thought was fiction. Knowledge of another life she lived. An unexplained life on this planet. Gallifrey.

Suddenly, she felt light as a feather. Her feet no longer touched the ground of the courtroom, rather they felt the ground of a different place. A glass floor cooled her burning skin as she opened her eyes to see something amazing.

Artemis gasped out loud as she saw the familiar interior of the Tardis. Beams surrounded the outline of the Tardis, holding it in place. Random objects lay strewn about the place, giving it a lived-in feeling. And at the center of it all was the controls. A beautiful glass column was covered in buttons and levers that lit up. An orange hue of light covered the room. It looked like something out of a fairytale. Something out of a dream she wondered.

Artemis gripped the railing next to her as she struggled to get up. But she grimaced as her burnt hand accidentally touched the railing. Her mind was questioning everything. Why she now had a whole new life stuck in her head. Why her locket burned to the touch and shined like the sun. Why she was in what looked like the Tardis. And why she could hear someone calling out.

"Judge!" a familiar voice called out. A voice she had heard in a tv show.

Artemis stood up on shaky feet to see the familiar face of Amy Pond. Her bright orange locks swayed as she walked over to Artemis, who stood in confusion.

"Karen? I-I um... what?" Artemis stammered out, her grip tight on the railing.

Not long after Amy met Artemis' shaking body, the Doctor rounded the control center. However, he stopped short, taking in her shivering and scared body language.

"Artemis?" The Doctor spoke cautiously. He took small steps toward her, careful not to scare her even more.

Artemis' eyes widened as she stared at what she thought was Matt Smith. Her eyes racked him up and down for an answer to why he was there.

"How do you know my name?" Artemis demanded with a frail voice. Her back leaned against the railing, trying to get as much room away from the pair.

"Doctor, what's happening? Didn't she say earlier that this was her first time?" Amy whispered under her breath.

The Doctor looked over to Amy for a second but ignored her question, instead, he asked Artemis, "Artemis... You know who we are right?"

Artemis' eyes widened and then furrowed in confusion. Her grip on the railing loosened as she cleared her throat. "You're... The Doctor," She said with a weak voice. Her gaze moved over to Amy's intense stare. "And you're Amelia Pond."

The Doctor smiled softly and stuck a hand out for her to grip. Slowly, Artemis placed her palm up into his awaiting hand. And with a gentle touch, the Doctor traced the 'J' engraved in her skin. "Of course you know who we are," the Doctor breathed out. "You've always known."

Artemis hastily took her hand away from the Doctor, cradling it next to her chest. But once she did, she gasped, feeling a foreign beating next to her hand. With an open palm, she placed her hand against her chest, feeling for the beating. Right next to her normal heart, was the rhythmic beating of another. She looked down at her locket and then back up at the pair, who were still standing by here, waiting for her response.

"I-I don't understand," Artemis confessed.

"You don't have too," the Doctor spoke. "I'll explain."

The Doctor guided Artemis to a seat that was placed right next to the control center. She sat frigid, picking at her nails.

"This is your first time jumping."

Artemis' head tilted slightly in confusion as she looked up at the Doctor, who leaned against the control center. She parted her lips slightly, wanting to ask what he meant, but he quickly stopped her.

"Basically... you're a Time Lord. Well, rather, a Time Lady."

Artemis' mouth gaped as she took in this new information. Her hand grazed over her chest as she felt the new beating.

"And you... well, you... you kind of jump all over my timeline. We never meet in the right order," the Doctor spoke sheepishly. "That locket you are wearing." He glanced down to see her locket dangling from her neck. "That is the source of it all. But I still haven't figured out why."

Artemis nodded silently and slowly, taking in this new idea of life as she stood up. Her hand unknowingly gripped the same locket that the Doctor spoke of. She stood silently for a moment, processing it all.

"Do I ever go back?"

The Doctor smiled softly with sad eyes, "No, I'm afraid not."

Artemis' breath caught in her throat. She played with the locket between her fingers, trying to get rid of this new anxiety.

"Where are you now?" Artemis asked the Doctor quietly.

The Doctor only grinned as he turned around a pulled a level, sending the Tardis shaking as he sent them off into the void of space.

"We," the Doctor looked over to Amy and then back to Artemis. "Are going to see none other than Vincent Van Gogh!"

Artemis held on to the railing next to her as she struggled to keep her balance. The Tardis shook and rumbled as it flew through time and space. A chuckle escaped her lips as she watched the Doctor flail about the Tardis.

"Wait," Artemis' eyes widened. "Vincent Van Gogh? Does that mean Ro-" Artemis eyed Amy's smiling figure clinging to the center panel carefully before she looked over at the Doctor.

The Doctor looked over to Artemis cautiously, nodding slowly. His eyes told a different story than his face.

Throughout the show, Artemis always heard that his eyes always stayed the same and grew old with him, unlike his body that constantly regenerated. But now, she could truly see how much the eyes of the Doctor were true. Artemis parted her lips, ready to speak to the Doctor about that topic, but before she could, the Tardis shuttered and shook Artemis free from her grip on the railing, sending her toppling to the floor.

Without hesitation, gentle arms lifted her back up. The Doctor silently did so without recognition and spoke out to the two women in the Tardis.

"I believe one Vincent Van Gogh is waiting for us."

Amy laughed at this and joyfully skipped over to the Tardis door, while Artemis walked hesitantly over. The skin around her nails was picked at and red due to her constant picking. Artemis looked over her shoulder one last time at the orange hue of the Tardis before she stepped outside the Tardis doors.

The Tardis had landed on an empty alleyway with cobblestone floorings. The sound of cats meowing and dogs barking echoed in their ears. Artemis stood in awe at the faint glow of the street. The smell of fresh food and smoke filled her nose. However, she couldn't gaze at just the street for long, because not soon after the Doctor stepped out fully and began to walk down the alleyway.

"Right, so, here's the plan," the Doctor spoke rapidly, Amy trailing behind him. "We find Vincent and he leads us straight to the church and our nasty friend."

"Easy peasy," Amy hummed out happily.

Artemis followed behind the pair, watching closely at the interaction between the two.

"Well, no, I suspect nothing will be easy with Mr. Van Gogh," the Doctor confessed. He briefly turned around in his step to see Artemis staring at the pair, keeping her distance.

"What are you doing back there?" the Doctor asked Artemis with a half-smile on his face. "Come on up here." He gestured toward the opposite side of him.

Hesitantly, Artemis took long steps forward to close the gap and rested at a steady pace alongside the Doctor and Amy.

"Now," the Doctor continued with his previous topic. "He'll probably be in the local cafe." He glanced at Artemis for a split second, almost as if he was checking up on her. Waving his hands about, the Doctor said, "Sort of... orangey light, chairs, and tables outside."

Amy opened up a book, filled with amazing pieces of art that were created by none other than Vincent Van Gogh. Her fingers flipped through the pages before they stopped on the familiar painting of a cafe. "Like this," Amy confirmed.

Artemis' eyes glanced over at the booklet of art for a second and then looked up to see the exact place they had been looking for. The glow of the lights lit up the dark street, giving it a warm feeling. Women dressed in maid cleaning outfits tidied up the tables that lay underneath the cover.

"Or indeed like that," Amy said while pointing a finger at the cafe. She giggled as she held up the photo of the painting of the cafe to compare it to the real thing.

"Ah, exactly like that," the Doctor affirmed. He took quick steps to the cafe, reaching a man, wearing a suit, working there. "Good evening! Does the name Vincent Van Gogh ring a bell?"

The man in the suit sighed out and quickly turned around, stepping back into the cafe as he muttered out, "Don't mention that man to me."

Artemis chuckled at the disgruntled look on the Doctor's face. His dejected expression caused Artemis to hold a soft smile on her face, almost making her forget about what happened to her an hour prior.

"Excuse me," the Doctor said in response to the man. He took notice of the smile on Artemis' face, smiling back at her. Although she technically knew of him for years, watching the tv show, she didn't know the Doctor personally. Whereas the Doctor had known about her for hundreds of years. This new and young Artemis was a shock to him. He knew eventually he would meet an Artemis that hadn't met him before, just as she had done to him once, but it still felt abnormal to him.

"Oi, what are you laughing at?" The Doctor teased Artemis.

Her laughs ceased as her face grew serious. But a smirk soon covered her expression. "Oh, nothing." Her giggles started up again as the Doctor was laughed at.

"Come on! Come on! One painting for one drink!"

Artemis heard yelling from inside the cafe. She already knew who would soon come out those doors.

"That's not a bad deal," Vincent said as he walked out of the cafe, the same man who the Doctor spoke to early leading him out with a painting in his hands.

"It wouldn't be a bad deal if the painting were any good," the man spoke harshly.

Artemis smiled widely as her eyes took in the man they were looking for, Vincent Van Gogh. The Doctor and Amy took were happy to see this man as they pointed at him and yelled silently. The Doctor sat down at the same table the women were cleaning earlier and Amy stood behind Vincent, jumping in glee. Artemis stood over the Doctor, her arms behind her back as she watched the exchange between the pair.

The man in the suit continued belittling Vincent. He held up the painting in his hands next to Vincent's face. "-let alone loaming over the customers day and night in a stupid hat," the man continued. "You pay money or you get out," the man demanded.

Artemis' eyes looked down at the Doctor's sitting form as he replied coolly, "I'll pay if you like."

"What?" Vincent's voice asked quickly, turning his body around to peer down at the Doctor.

"Well if you'd like, I'll pay for the drink. Or I'll pay for the painting and you can use the money to pay for the drink."

Artemis winced as she placed a calm hand on the Doctor's shoulder and squeezed it, letting him know that what he did wasn't the right thing. She looked back up at Vincent's confused face.

"Exactly who are you?"

"I-," the Doctor started to speak but was interrupted when Artemis spoke up.

"We're new in town," Artemis glanced down at the Doctor with wide eyes, trying to keep in on course before she looked back up at Vincent and smiled friendly.

The Doctor looked up at her in a shocked expression before he slowly nodded his head. He looked over at Vincent and confirmed this statement with a, "Yes, exactly, new."

Vincent's eyes glazed over Artemis before he nodded his head and looked back down to the Doctor. "Well, in that case, you don't know three things. One, I pay for my own drinks, thank you."

The crowd around Vincent chuckled as he spoke this. Vincent ignored this and continued on. "Two, no one ever buys any of my paintings or they would be laughed out of town, so if you want to stay in town, I suggest you keep your cash to yourself."

Artemis' eyes widened as he spoke confidently on this topic, but they widened even more as he pointed to her and then Amy as he said, "And three, your friends are cute, but you should keep your big nose out of other people's business."

The Doctor looked up at Artemis in shock, who had her own expression of confusion and shock. She only grinned as she realized what had just happened.

Back in her own universe, she never thought about relationships. She was always too busy with her life goals to have a husband, unlike the other women her age. This was not to say that she never had a boyfriend. She had a handful throughout her years, however, she never stuck with them as she took more care in her future than the present.

The pair argued some more as Vincent pleaded for the man to give him a drink. Vincent and the cafe owner bickered back and forth, Vincent now holding his painting of himself in his arms.

Artemis rolled her eyes but smirked slightly, knowing what was to happen next. Behind Vincent, Amy scoffed and leaned against the cafe's door. "Oh, look, just shut up the pair of you!" She exclaimed.

Both the Doctor and Artemis smiled as Amy walked forward to Vincent and the cafe owner.

"I would like a bottle of wine, please, which I will then share with whomever I choose," Amy spoke, looking over at Vincent with a flirtatious smile on her face.

Vincent smiled back, confirmed what she said was good.

~~~~

The four of them sat down at a table outside the cafe. Artemis sat next to the Doctor, who was keeping a close eye on her. Artemis held a glass of wine in her hand as she drank from it carefully. Across from her was Vincent who held a glass of wine in his hand, drinking it as he asked Amy.

"That accent of yours. You from Holland like me?"

"No," Amy replied, at the same time the Doctor said, "Yes."

Artemis rolled her eyes as she whispered over to Amy in a low tone, "Just go with it."

Vincent looked over the trio in front of him with curiosity. His gaze peered over Artemis' form, making her slightly uncomfortable. "And you," Vincent sighed out. "Your accent... you're from the United States?"

Artemis' eyes widened as she realized he was talking to her. She adjusted the way she sat in the wooden chair and cleared her throat before she spoke up. "Yes," she drawled hesitantly, looking over to the Doctor for confirmation.

All he did in response was shrug.

Rolling her eyes, she spoke with a clear and crisp voice, "I am from America."

"Intriguing," Vincent replied carefully. "I've heard tales about such a new land." Vincent leaned forward, staring directly into Artemis' eyes, leaving her speechless. He rested his elbows against the table as he asked, "Tell me, are all the women from America quite as beautiful as you are?"

Artemis never had a chance to answer as suddenly, the Doctor's voice shot out.

"So!" the Doctor interrupted. "Start again. Hello, I'm the Doctor." He held his hand out to Vincent while pushing Artemis back into her chair a bit, making space between the pair.

"I knew it!" Vincent exclaimed, sitting back into his chair.

The Doctor frowned in confusion. "Sorry?"

"My brother's always sending doctors, but you won't be able to help."

"No, not that kind of doctor," the Doctor laughed nervously. He quickly pointed to the painted that laid by Vincent's chair, changing the subject. "That's incredible, don't you think, Artemis? Amy?" He prompted. Both of the girls nodded enthusiastically in response.

"Beautiful," Artemis confirmed at the unfinished painting.

"Absolutely. One of my favorites," Amy added.

Vincent glared at her, irritated by the trio. "One of my favorite whats? You've never seen my work before," He accused Amy.

Amy's eyes went wide as she nodded slowly, looking over to the Doctor and Artemis for help, only for them to shrug.

"Ah, yes," Amy hesitated, thinking of the right words to say. "One of my favorite paintings that I've ever seen," she rambled on, "Generally."

Vincent slowly studied his own painting for a moment. "Then you can't have seen many paintings, then." He placed it back down on the floor where it was originally. "I know it's terrible. It's the best I could do."

Artemis held a smile as she looked at Vincent with sad eyes. She breathed in before she spoke up. "Well, I think it's amazing."

Vincent looked over to her with a confused frown. His eyes darkened under his bushy eyebrows.

"Art doesn't all have to look the same," Artemis confessed. "Art can be paintings and poems, sculptures and buildings, songs and sketches." Artemis waved her hands about, exaggerating her point across, her eyes looking everywhere but at Vincent's piercing ones. She breathed out, a single sigh falling from her lips. "Art is beautiful, and so is yours."

Vincent was awe-struck. No one had ever said anything as amazing about his art as Artemis had just done. His once furrowed brows relaxed into a soft arch. His eyes that once held anger and guilt now held joy from Artemis' simple words. His now joyful eyes looked deeply into Artemis' green ones. Her clear green eyes looked like a sea of grass, waiting to be rolled in.

Awkwardly, Vincent cleared his throat and leaned across the table, smiling at Artemis. "Your words are kind. Thank you."

Artemis smiled back softly. She failed to notice the Doctor's delicate gaze on her as she spoke to Vincent. She failed to see how his eyes held a certain glow to them as he watched her uplift the painter. She failed to see the tender smile rested on his lips.

Turning his attention away from Artemis, Vincent looked over to Amy. "Your hair is orange."

Amy seemed to be taken back by this comment. However, she soon leaned forward, to meet the 19th-century painter in the middle, a smirk ever present on her lips. "Yes. So's yours," she replied haughtily.

"Yes," Vincent confirmed. "It was more orange, but now is, of course, less."

The Doctor groaned and rolled his eyes at the terrible flirting. Artemis only giggled at this exchange. Looking over to the Doctor, she saw how much this hurt him. The awkward flirts between the pair seemed like it physically hurt him.

"So, uh, Vincent," The Doctor interrupted the pair, leaning over the table as the two separated. "Painted any churches recently? Any churchy plans? Are churches, chapels, religiousy stuff like that, something you'd like to get into? You know, fairly soon?" The Doctor rambled on.

Vincent glanced down at the glass in his hand as he affirmed what the Doctor wanted to hear. "Well, there is one church I'm thinking of painting when the weather is right."

"That's very good news," the Doctor said happily.

Artemis' eyes widened as she soon realized what would happen. Her mind had been so enthralled with the fact that Vincent Van Gogh was sitting in front of her and speaking to her, that she forgot about the poor girl who would be murdered.

A shrill scream interrupted them as a woman ran up to the cafe, shaking in fear. She pleaded for help, her arms waving about, trying to get people's attention.

"That, on the other hand, isn't quite such good news," the Doctor stated. He stood up quickly, grabbing Artemis' hand unknowingly. She looked down at her hand, which was covered with the Doctor's large one in shock.

"Come on Amy, Vincent, Artemis," the Doctor shouted as he pulled Artemis up to her feet and dragged her along with him, the pair behind them following closely.

Artemis closed her eyes for a second as she realized what she would soon see around the corner. It was never fully shown in the show what the body looked like, but now, she got to see it in person, and that fact terrified her. It was a reality. She could die and never come back, or she could apparently regenerate and come back as a completely new person.

Amy shot up, following the Time Lord and Lady, and Vincent soon followed too, only after he drank the remainder of his glass and picked up his hat. The four of them followed the wailing woman to an alleyway where a crowd began to form.

The Doctor soon began to push past the crowd, trying to get to the center of the chaos. His hand still gripped Artemis' as he tried to pull her along, but she stood still, not fully knowing what she would see behind the sea of people. The Doctor looked back quickly in worry as she ripped her hand out of his, but he couldn't focus on her at the moment, he had another problem to solve.

"Please, let me look. I'm a Doctor," he declared as he pushed through the last row of people. He looked down only to see the body of a dead young woman on the ground. Her body was bruised and bleedy, obviously from someone or something else's doing.

Artemis stayed to the back of the crowd, but her eyes could still see the puddle of blood flowing around them. She gulped as she saw, through the crowd, the Doctor kneeling down and muttering to himself, "Oh, no, no, no."

Vincent knelt down on the other side of the Doctor and they both shared a horrified look as they looked down at the battered body. She couldn't have been more than 18. Too young.

"Away," an unknown voice screamed. "All of you vultures! This is my daughter," a woman broke through the crowd and threw herself down on the ground next to the limp body and gently stroking its cheek. "Giselle," she cooed. "What monster could have done this?" She whipped her head around the glare at the Doctor and Vincent. "Get away from her!"

Artemis' hand found its way through the crowd and managed to get a hold of the Doctor's jacket, tugging him away from the grieving mother. Both the Doctor and Vincent jumped back, holding hands up to reassure the woman.

"Get that madman out of here!" She demanded, picking up a stone and throwing it at an innocent Vincent.

The crowd soon followed suit. People picked up stones and pummeled them at the Doctor and Vincent. They all shouted their blame at the red-haired man, accusing him of murder. A few stray stones hit Artemis, making her wince slightly in pain at the impact. Her grip on the Doctor's jacket never faltered as she tugged him down the alleyway, not looking back at the angry crowd.

She grimaced as a particularly large stone bounced off her arm, landing to the cobblestone ground. Artemis gripped the place where it hit her once they were out of harm's way. Her hand let go of the Doctor's jacket, instead, it lifted up the sleeve of her blouse, seeing a tender bruise starting to form.

The Doctor frowned in worry as he gently lifted her arm, inspecting the injury with close eyes. Artemis watched the Doctor with curiosity as he did so, as it was only a bruise. He narrowed his eyes down the alleyway, where they had just come from, detesting what the crowd had just done. Carefully, he dropped her arm after seeing it would be fine and looked over to Vincent, who got the brute of the anger thrown at him.

"Are you all right?" He asked the painter, concerned.

Vincent confirmed that he was alright, explaining that he was used to it.

"Has anything like this murder happened here before?"

Vincent thought for a moment. "Only a week ago. It's a terrible time," he explained.

The Doctor nodded to himself, taking in this new information. He slowly began to walk down the alleyway, deep in thought. Artemis stayed close to his side, watching for his reaction.

"As I thought, as I thought," the Doctor muttered. The Doctor paused mid-step and looked over his shoulder to Vincent. "Come on, we'd better get you home."

"Where are you staying tonight?" Vincent walked up to the pair. The Doctor grinned widely as Artemis rolled her eyes with a faint smile present on her lips.

The Doctor clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Oh, you're very kind." He turned around and continued down the empty alleyway, Artemis following close.

Vincent watched curiously as he spotted the Doctor take quick glances down to the unsuspecting head of Artemis. He stared after them in a daze while Amy giggled nervously and jogged slightly to join the pair, who were already down the alley. Vincent sighed before he pulled on his hat, only following them a moment later.

~A/N~ 

I guess I'm doing this? Idk I love Doctor Who so much. And I just really wanted to create something about it. 

I'll still be updating my other stories, but I hope you guys come to like this one just as much!