Lost and found (Doctor Who)

Meeting

***A/N I write best in first person, but I'll be swapping perspectives alot, so I'll try to indicate who's talking when as best I can.***

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NIKI'S POV.

As I walked in I could tell something was not right, I had that kind of gift where I could tell when someone had been somewhere they weren't supposed to be or done something they were not supposed to do. And right now as I walked into my house I could tell something was not right. As I stood pondering it I decided that if anyone had broken and then they probably would've took something of immediate value such as our computer or flatscreen TV.

I was pressing a pen to my lips, something I had done since I was little and still had no idea why. I picked up my cat Mico, and continued pressing the pen to my lips and thinking. Mico was squirming trying to free himself from my hug, so I let him go the same second I burst off to my room.

The first thing I did was stand absolutely still, noticing every detail, trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture. After a moment I found it: on my soft sand colored carpet was an indentation, shaped like a boot. It was large, a male boot, but still of very little importance. I live in a town house, it's probably just one of the inspector's foot prints.

I quickly finished my homework, mom and dad weren't home and I wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat dinner. I put my day journal and sketch book next to my night journal, where I was supposed to write my dreams, but mostly just wrote the reasons I couldn't sleep. I climbed up my ladder to my loft bed, and snuggled down into my blankets to try and sleep.

At 11:00 I woke up again, scribbled something in my journal, and went back to bed. This time it had been a dream, not a nightmare.

THE DOCTOR'S POV.

I had been waiting for what felt like hours, waiting for Niki's parents to go to sleep. At 2:00 a.m. the TARDIS scanners finally showed they had gone to sleep, and I carefully made my way to the front door. After sonicing the door and making my way through I noticed something I hadn't before: cats. I don't hate cats, but mind you they are dreadfully annoying. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but half the time they are actually saying 'meow'.

I carefully avoided them, climbing the stairs and quietly opening the door to my long lost sister's room. She was deep asleep, breathing slowly. So slowly, like a sleeping human. It was so odd to think of her as a human, she is a timelord, nothing could change that to me. Never.

I looked at her three journals sitting side by side in a neat little row, and I couldn't help but read them all. One was just pictures of things she probably remembered and thought she was going mad, the second journal confirmed that, and the third journal was the same I had read before, but it had one new entry, just her rant about how she had known something was wrong, and now the fobwatch was invading her dreams again. I wondered where that watch was anyway, I didn't see it as I moved around slowly, trying not to make much noise.

Then I heard a sharp intake of air behind me, and turned around to see two wide sparkling blue eyes staring at me with enough fear to bring down a planet.

Niki's POV.

I had thought I heard someone enter my room, but I was having too good of a dream to wake up. Then I heard pages flipping rapidly, and a soft male sigh. I was considerably good at pretending to be asleep, so I just listened and when I though I heard him straiten up, I had grown far too curious to keep my eyes closed.

I moved silently, getting into a good position to look. I thought it would just be my step father checking in on me and looking through my journal, but when I opened my eyes I saw only fluffy brown hair and the back of a tweed jacket.

I gasped, and he turned around quickly, I didn't know what to do, I was too frightened to make a sound, I just stared at him in terror. I could tell my eyes showed it, both in his alarm and scared look in return.

Third person POV.

The two looked at each other in terror, for two completely different reasons. Niki was alarmed that a strange man was in her bedroom looking through her journals, and The Doctor was scared that Niki would scream for help from her mom and step dad. They stayed like that for a few moments, both too stunned to speak. But The Doctor, being the less surprised one got over it first, and spoke without thinking

"Please don't scream," he whispered, trying and failing to be confident and gentle at the same time, "that sounded wrong. Sorry. I don't want to hurt you, I just wanted to talk to you. I know you, even if you don't know me. Mind if we talk outside?"

Niki just starred at him, more confused and even more scared then before,

"What are you doing it my bedroom at two in the morning?" She asked, sounding calm. She suddenly realized why, this was a man she saw often in her dreams. She must still be sleeping.

"As I said before, can we go outside? I don't fancy waking your parents." The Doctor continued, not noticing her calmness and recognition of him.

"Ok, may I change first? You can just wait in the hall." Niki continued, assessing her current pink pony pajamas. She was still thoroughly convinced she was dreaming, and so was more confident.

"Ok, try to be quick, and not too loud." The Doctor said, slowly leaving her room, just now realizing that she was talking to him as if she knew him. He began to wonder if she recognized him just a bit, and maybe trusted him.

Niki's POV.

I climbed down my ladder silently, waking up more and more with the movement. I pulled on some jeans and replaced my pajama top with a teeshirt that had the American flag on it. I put a jacket on top of that, not bothering to zip it at all. I ran my hands through my short hair that was normally brown, but I had bleached and added pink high lights too. After deciding I would be fine, I carefully opened my door and stepped through, closing it behind me. The strange man was waiting in the hall, and when he saw me he nodded his head toward the stairs and began to move down them quickly.

I followed him down the stairs and out the front door, and I closed it behind me. The strange man walked down the steps, and looked at me patiently, as if I was a baby he was teaching to walk. I lept down the three small steps, and took a deep breath of cool night air, that's when I realized I wasn't sleeping. I stopped, and turned to look at the man,

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Nope." he said, in less of a whisper, more of a solid matter of fact tone.

"Ok, well then, since I only ever see you in my dreams, and you always run away from me, who the hell are you?"