"What's that noise?" Kate asked as I pulled her and baby George into the closet.

"Shh!" I told her, "If they know we're here, they'll kill us!"

Kate was scared. She cried, "Who'll kill us?"

I was fed up with her. "The Daleks, that's who! Now be quiet before we get killed!" I whisper-yelled.

She was silent, only making a sound to try and quiet baby George. "Shh, George, it's alright, it's alright."

We heard the Daleks come into the room. We held our breath as one said, "THERE DO NOT SEEM TO BE HUMANS IN HERE!" They all left.

Kate dared to whisper, "What are those things?"

I answered, "They're aliens, they're from another planet. Now, you stay here, I'm going to go find Will."

"What if they see you?" She was worried about me, how sweet!

"I'll be fine," I reassured her, "I can take care of myself."

I cautiously crept out of the closet, making sure there were no Daleks there, while thinking about my predicament. After I had come to Earth a while ago, I had lived in many different places. Not very long ago, I moved to London to go to a human college (since I looked about the age of a human who would be at college) where I met Kate. She was nice to me on my first day there, and became my best friend. When we finished college, we moved out and got an apartment together. Now, she is married and has a baby, and since I didn't have enough money to move into my own apartment, Kate and Will were gracious enough to let me live in theirs. Now, for some reason, there were Daleks here!

I found Will in his closet, and brought him back to where Kate and baby George were hiding. I said, "I'm going to go figure out a way to defeat the Daleks."

Will asked, "What are Daleks!" but I left before he finished speaking, so I didn't have to answer. As I was walking through the halls of our really-big-apartment-that-is-so-big-I-don't-even-know-why-they-call-it-an-apartment, I ran into a ginger haired girl running toward the kitchen calling for someone named Rory.

I stopped her and asked, "Who's Rory?"

She answered, "My husband."

"Really? You don't look old enough to have a husband," I said.

She frowned at me. "I'm 21, maybe more, I'm not sure."

"How can you not know how old you are?" I wondered.

She replied, "It's complicated. How old are you?"

I said, "I'm 23." That was how old I told humans I was, even though I was really 800 something years old. "What's your name?" I asked, "Mine's Livia." That wasn't my real name, either, but my real name was too unusual for me to use on Earth.

The girl said, "My name is Amy. Have you seen two guys, one has a bowtie and a tweed jacket, the other is...normal looking?"

"No, sorry, I haven't," I replied, "What are their names?"

When Amy said, "The normal looking one is Rory, my husband, and the guy wearing a bowtie calls himself the Doctor," I was unprepared.

"The Doctor?!" I cried.

Before Amy could answer, a group of Daleks came around the corner and yelled, "HUMANS! MUST EXTERMINATE!"

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A/N I had this really cool idea for a Doctor Who fan fiction, so I decided to write it! I'm going to have to change it a bit from my original idea, though.

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- Maria