Evangeline 'Eva' Evans was trying to be a normal Muggle teenager after the war. That all gets thrown out the window when a certain big-eared, leather wearing Time Lord waltzes back into her life and they meet a blonde in a shop while trying to save...
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A/N: this chapter will be Eva light, but there's a reason for that, hope you like it! :)
The Doctor, Rose, and I step outside the TARDIS into a dimly lit room. The Doctor and I had been piloting to the Horsehead Nebula when he took over to follow a distress signal.
"So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asks curiously, linking her arm with mine.
"Don't know, some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course..." the Doctor trails off.
"Where are we?" Rose asks.
"Earth, Utah, North America; about half a mile underground," the Doctor answers.
"And... when are we?" Rose asks.
"Eva, time senses?" the Doctor prompts.
I pause for a moment: "2012?" I ask.
"Atta girl," he smiles, looking around the room.
"God, that's so close, so Eva and me should be... 26," Rose mutters, making me smile.
The Doctor flicks a switch and I blink in surprise when glass cases with alien artifacts are lit up.
"Blimey! It's a great big museum!" Rose exclaims, un-linking her arm from mine to look around.
"An alien museum," the Doctor corrects. "Someone's got a hobby, they must've spent a fortune on this," he looks around.
"Chunks of meteorite, moon dust..." I trail off before pausing when I see something that should not be here.
"That's the milometer from the Roswell Spaceship," the Doctor mutters.
"That's a mooncalf skeleton... how the hell did that get here?" I frown, still looking at it. "And look, they've got a stuffed Hippogriff and an empty dragon egg," I look around.
"Someone's got a museum full of alien artifacts and you think they can't have stuff on magical creatures?" the Doctor raises an eyebrow at me.
"Well... when you put it like," I roll my eyes.
"That's a bit of Slitheen!" Rose exclaims and I turn and wrinkle my nose at the stuffed arm. "That's a Slitheen's arm, it's been stuffed," she gapes at it.
"Ah! Look at you!" the Doctor mutters and Rose and I both turn, me scowling at the Cyberman head.
"What is it?" Rose asks curiously.
"An old friend of mine..." he answers and I raise an eyebrow. "Well, enemy," he corrects. "The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old," he sighs.
"Aw, you think you're getting old," I tease, making Rose snort and the Doctor roll his eyes.
"Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose asks, coming to stand beside me.
