"Writing another letter?" "Memoirs, Bridget." "Memoirs? Are you expectin' ta die soon? You're only a young'un." / "Something more fanciful, you think?" "More fanciful? I say, this is already fanciful enough!" / "A woman, disguised as a man, who can never die. Tell me. In this story of yours… what happens to her?" "She waits." OCxDoctor

Angela was a 32-year-old woman holding a number of degrees in various science-related fields until she was no longer a woman but Benjamin Cooke, a young orphaned boy. He was smart, blunt, and could honestly care less about others and what they thought. Then, everything changed. "Will you be attending Hogwarts?" "A chance to manipulate the laws of the universe? Sign me up."

Wrongly convicted on a lawless island. Saved by a childhood friend once thought lost. But they both missed each other yet again... until now. "Don't you see, John? There's something I'm missing!" "You only just met!" "Do you think he'll remember?" "...with time? Possibly." (BBC Sherlock with backstory from game Sherlock Holmes: Chapter One)

I always held secrets close to my chest, though no one knew I didn't belong in the 1800s. Forced to disguise myself as a young Lord and keep the secrets surrounding my father and I, was almost too easy until I was dragged off to meet the Sherlock Holmes. Reincarnating into a novel hadn't been expected at all. How would I hide my secrets now?

"I'm a shipper. My coworkers sabotaged my ship and I crashed here but I didn't do this. Why would I bring a hospital to the moon?" "How can we trust you?" After all, she was obviously hiding something. Aluzians don't need perception filters and every question was answered with a lie. Something was very wrong and the Doctor was going to find out what.

Everybody knows that everybody dies. Some people live more in a few moments than others in their entire lives. People shouldn't be allowed to live forever. Immortality should remain a myth, but the universe sometimes has other plans.

"Am I fucking invisible or something!" I was dead. Very dead. Worse yet, I was apparently a ghost too. "Jarvis, this never happened, understand?" "Yes, sir." "You're just going to ignore me! I'm haunting your ass now, Stark. I'm turning up my poltergeist skills just for you."

A Weeping Angel is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent lifeform evolution has ever produced. The only psychopaths in the Universe to kill you nicely... except when they don't. "The angel... It's laughing. It will torment her in every way possible until its escape and when it does escape, it will snap her neck as well, just to make her scared."

I could sense him now; the blood pumping in his veins and his calm heart beating in his chest. I'd met men like him before—feeble-looking but powerful. People like him sent me here—to the coven—and persecuted us when they found out what we were. What was Dumbledore thinking, inviting a vampire to his school? Male OCx?

Above it all... stood a man. A solitary figure who watched the fleeing people below with solemn eyes. Yet, he remained unmoving as the people cried for help from their Gods and he stood upon a hill and stared as history unfolded before him. "My job is to ensure time goes the way it should. I am not a human. I am not a Time Lord or a Doctor. I simply exist to stop people like you."

Treated like a slave for so long when your people once stood tall and proud of who they were. Now here you are, groveling at the feet of others only to be pushed aside and passed along time and time again like a tool. Fight all you want, Peluchi, you are no match for me.

"T-Thames? London?" I questioned, brows furrowing as I attempted to sit up despite the man pushing me back. "No. No, that can't be right. I-I was… I was flying over Afghanistan. The mission was… D-Date… What's the date?" "April 10, 1890." I had not only gone back in time over two centuries but also into a movie.

"Look, kid. Life doesn't always work out. Things fall apart, promises get broken. You can't expect everything to turn out all fine and dandy just because some stranger tells you everything's going to be okay," I bit out but the Doctor grinned. "I promise everything will be okay."

Space station Derek. High tech, state-of-the-art for a ship built in the 39th century, yet one thing goes wrong and it's the end of the damn world. "This is Mechanic and Engineer Riley Withers of the Space Station Derek. I am turning off the SOS signal and advise all ships who have received it to steer clear of the station... A quarantine is in effect..." and it's all my fault.

My world is different from yours. Or, was different from yours. My Earth was mostly the same. There was just one difference. One big difference. Some of us were special. Some of us were marked. "Where are you from?" "I'm from… London… 2015." "We're meeting Shakespeare. You coming?"

"I can smell out emotions. Fear, malicious intent, joy, sorrow. It's what I've been employed to do here, hunting down a fugitive. My nose has proven better than most species in the universe in locating and tracking. Makes my job easier." "You're an assassin." "I'm whatever I choose to be at the moment. Either you come with me, or you're on your own. You're choice."

"So, what's he a Doctor in, anyway? His lectures are pretty random and as much as I preferred his lecture on poetry to the one he was supposed to do about physics, it makes me wonder. Is he in the science department? Literature? History?" "Nobody knows."

"Police! Hands in the—" My shout was cut short as a shot was fired and that was the last time I was alive in my world. Now? Now, I'm homeless. My right cheek was torn, ripped apart by that shot, and I didn't exist here... wherever here was. Nothing made sense, then a spaceship crashed into Big Ben. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. I've got a few questions if that's all right." (Male oc)

When I was younger, I always dreamed of being able to just go out there and see the world. And despite my initial panic about having died and been reborn as an abandoned injured pet, I felt almost excited. Then, I met the Doctor. "You're just a small fella aren't you? Just small and scared and alone. I know how that feels."

How did I get assigned this job again? Does he not even realize what sort of situation he's in? Or does he just not care? "Captain Katherine Summers, U.S. Army. I didn't save you because I knew you or even liked you. You're an absolute prick." "Yeah, but you're staying, right?" "...Not because I want to."