Ch. 2: Yay for 95% of Life Dying Out!

The Doctor paced around the consol, pressing buttons and acting in a rather frantic manner, and I sat back and watched him casually. I sat on a railing and hummed to myself, feeling rather awkward. Why had he invited me for a thank-you trip if he was just going to ignore me? Talk about a begrudging thank-you trip.

"So, what period of time do you want to see? Which era of dinosaurs?" the Doctor asked eagerly, walking over to me and leaning on the consol, "Perhaps the late Cretaceous, time of the T-Rex and the triceratops? Or maybe the middle Jurassic, with the Megalosaurus and Dryosaurs running about. Or maybe..."

"Late Triassic, please," I smiled warmly at him.

"Really?" he asked, though that smile was still on his face, "I wouldn't have pictured you as a late-Triassic type."

"I like the early dinosaurs," I shrugged, "I find them fascinating."

"Late Triassic it is, then!" he laughed, "Allons-y!" I rolled my eyes as he pushed more and more buttons and hit one of them with a hammer, his foot stretched out on the consol to kick a switch. I was laughing silently from my spot, amused by the chaotic manner in which he drove his TARDIS-thing.

The TARDIS made a who-voooh, who-voooh sound and lurched to a stop. I braced myself against the railing and grinned at the Doctor, who looked eager. He grabbed his trench coat from the commander's chairs behind him and skipped to the door.

"Late Triassic! Land of the Coelophysis and Plateosaurus and Eoraptor and a whole slew of weird reptiles!" he laughed, opening the door, "Gateway to the Mesozoic, because really, whoever survived this era would rule the rest of history... and it would be disastrous, just disastrous, if the mammals had it first... Raptor sapiens aren't exactly my favorite possibility..." he rambled as we stepped into a wide, vast desert. It was just like the Sahara, with rolling dunes of sand and wind filled with the gritty bits of powdered rock. The sun beat harsh against my forehead and I rubbed the sweat off my brow. I could feel my skin sunburn as we stood there.

"Do you have any sun block or something?" I asked breathlessly.

"Oh yeah," he acknowledged, "The TARDIS takes care of it. She translates every language in this universe and protects you from all alien or minor diseases', including sunburn though that's not really a disease, so don't worry about it," he beamed cheekily. I rolled my eyes and nodded, though I wiped more sweat off my brow that wasn't cooking but felt a whole heck of a lot like it.

"So, where are we?" I asked breathlessly.

"Erm... well I thought we were in the middle of Africa, which wasn't actually all that dry during this era, it was mostly rainforests... so where are we..." he turned around on the spot, his converse sneakers digging holes in the sand. I pulled out my sunglasses from my shorts' pocket and immediately felt a bit more comfortable. The Doctor, meanwhile, bent down towards the sand and picked up some, letting it drain from his fingers. He was frowning and he even tasted some of the sand.

"Because that's not gross at all," I muttered under my breath. He snorted and stood up, wiping off his hands.

"Get used to it. So... I don't think we're in the Late Triassic. I sort of went off course," he sighed.

"Then when are we?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and watching him curiously.

"Oh you're a smart one, you'll be able to figure it out the moment we see our first creature... though I'll give you a hint, we are in Africa..." he smiled slightly. I rolled my eyes and walked up a large sand dune to figure out the puzzle for myself. I reached the top of the dune before he did, and I looked down at a giant shack of metal. I frowned as I looked at it- it appeared alien, it certainly wasn't from my era of time. There wasn't much movement from inside, though I did hear robot sounds from this far away. I frowned and tried to decide if this meant we were in the future instead of the past, or on a different planet, or if aliens had invaded the earth in the Triassic...

I went back to the other side of the dune where the Doctor was studying the sand, looking in puzzlement at a large metal beam in the middle of the sand. He was wearing rather geeky looking glasses.

"Are we in the future or something? Because there was totally a weird metal shack thing on the other side of that sand dune," I asked, hopping over to him through the sand.

"No... we're in the late Permian..." he answered, still frowning at the metal thing, "And for some reason, that's important to some alien race..."

"Late Permian?" I gasped, "Awesome! Though, there's the whole problem about a major mass extinction going around above our heads..."

"I know..." he was still staring at the metal in a preoccupied manner, "Was there anything in the shack?"

"Nope," I answered, "Just this weird metal robot sound I heard from the shack."

"What did it look like?" the Doctor asked sharply, looking up at me fiercely. I shrugged.

"I dunno, I didn't see it," I replied, defensive.

The Doctor stood up and brushed off his knees. He took off the glasses and put on a pair of shades, grinning briefly at me.

"Well," he returned to stoicism, "I guess we'd better leave it alone. Maybe it was left behind after some testing, or it's an ancient Silurian house... let's go."

We went off in the opposite direction, treading through the sand. At least I looked semi normal, in jogging shorts and a tank top- the Doctor still had on his trench coat and his suit and his tie.

"Erm... aren't you boiling in that?" I asked as we cleared another sand dune and I squinted into the sun.

"Nah, I don't get very hot or very cold as easily as you humans," the Doctor shrugged, "Rather useful, especially at times like this."

"What are you, exactly?" I asked as he knelt down to tie his shoes.

"Time Lord. I told you. Last of, actually," he shrugged, placing his arms akimbo and his hands on his hips and surveying the landscape, "Well, the late Permian is exactly as devoid of life as I expected it to be. If I weren't so afraid of whatever left that metal behind, I'd go back to the TARDIS and go to some other time in prehistory..." he frowned, almost comically.

"And what exactly is a Time Lord?" I asked, "I mean, I know you have two hearts and a respiratory bypass system and good inner climate control and can travel in time and space and are an alien, but other than that..."

"That's all you need to know," he shrugged, in a tone that indicated finality.

"I disagree," I replied cheekily, "I think I have a right to know who the man that's dragging me across the universe is."

He turned around and looked at me with one raised eyebrow, "Didn't you want to come?"

"Yes, but you denied my initial request and later asked me to come with you. Hence, you wanted me to come. For all you know, I'm doing this out of pity," I put my hands on my hips and my arms bent, smirking slightly.

"Are you?" he asked sharply.

"'Course not. I'm just being hypothetical," I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh, "Look. We don't really have time for this. For all you know there's a giant sandstorm coming over that dune over there. For all we know there's a giant alien base over those mountains. For all you know, beneath our feet is some sort of carnivore burrowed in the dust, waiting to ambush us," he pointed to each location as he spoke.

I raised an eyebrow, "And? Look, all children are instilled with the mantra 'don't run off with strangers,' even though I'm old enough to think for myself I feel it's a fair question to ask whom I'm traveling with."

"And it is," he groaned quietly, "Thing is, Emily, I don't really provide details of my life like candy. I might let something slip occasionally, but really, if I'm not sticking with someone for a while, what's the point? I've been alive a very, very long time, and giving out my life story takes far too long for my liking."

"How old are you?" I asked bluntly.

"Nine hundred and seven," he answered just as bluntly, "Will that be all?"

I wasn't as shocked as I thought I'd be, or as he thought I'd be. I shrugged, "For now," and went past him up the sand dune. If he was always this difficult, maybe traveling with him wasn't worth it.

I immediately thought back to Eric. He hadn't been worth it, but I hadn't seen it right away. So I swallowed and gave the Doctor a second chance in my head, knowing that he could turn out to be worth it. He seemed to have suffered a lot, and how was I supposed to know what that was like in order to criticize his behavior?

Though... The whole mystery thing was going to get on my nerves very, very fast.

I looked over the next sand dune and gasped at what I saw. There was a giant burrow, right in the middle of a valley of sand. I ran towards it, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Emily!" the Doctor called out warningly, but I ignored him. I knelt down in front of the hole and peered inside, humming to myself. There appeared to be a small drop down to a large sort of holding area below. The drop was shallow enough that I could survive it.

And that was the precise moment my curiosity got the better of me. I dangled my feet over the edge of the hole, took a deep breath, and jumped.

I landed smoothly onto a cracked eggshell. After checking to make sure I was okay, I looked around at my surroundings. There were many cracked eggshells, though there were no hatchlings. I immediately thought that there must have been some sort of other animal invader that had eaten the eggs.

"Emily, please get out of there before I have a conniption..." the Doctor groaned, now peeking over the edge of the hole.

"Some sort of egg thief was in here. I think the mother left after that," I informed, ignoring his demand. I knelt down and examined the egg shells, "Rather odd, though, cause usually they'd only eat a few eggs, not all of them... at least, that's what studies say..."

"Look, I'm glad you're having your fun, but please, I'm worried that whatever alien was here before has not yet left..." the Doctor demanded, anger filling his voice.

"Wait a second... look at you!" I gasped, kneeling down next to an eggshell. Inside was a baby reptilian, with two tiny little fangs poking out of its mouth and a short tail. It squealed at me as I picked it up. I cooed at it, in typical human-female fashion, and it gurgled.

"Emily..." the Doctor groaned warningly.

"It must have been abandoned! Look at the little guy!" I squealed affectionately.

"Emily, please put it back in case its mum comes back," he sighed.

"I don't think its mum is coming back. This nest is abandoned and egg thieves must have gotten to the others. This baby must have hatched quite recently. Do you have any food on the TARDIS?" I asked casually. He groaned and nodded.

"Now please come up before someone else gets to you," he groaned. I handed him the hatchling and made a move to come up after it, but then a giant rumbling noise sounded and the ground rapidly disappeared from beneath my feet.

I screamed in terror as I fell down towards a bright, orange liquid- lava? Magma? Something of that sort. I immediately thought of all the things I had never done and never said and why the hell did I travel with...

And then I hit a giant, rocky surface. I gasped and stumbled to my feet- I was on a rock island in a sea of magma.

Juuuuuuuuuuuust great.

I looked around wildly for a way out and saw another, smaller rock island a bit of a ways off. I groaned and looked up to see the Doctor looking down at me in terror.

"Emily! Emily? Emily are you okay?" the Doctor called anxiously.

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine," I called back up, spinning around on the rock anxiously, "But there's no way out of here."

"Nothing?" the Doctor demanded, a bit of a groan in his voice.

"Nada," I affirmed, sighing, "There's a small rock about a yard away and I know I can't jump that far."

"Okay," the Doctor nodded, "I'm coming down to get you."

"No!" I yelled. He looked startled, even from such a distance. I clarified, "It's too dangerous- this platform is barely holding me as it is."

"Right," he nodded, "Can you catch?"

"Uh..." I paused, "Maybe."

"Alright, well, the TARDIS can get me a new one if you drop it," the Doctor groaned, "Catch!" And his little metal stick with the blue end came soaring down towards me (accelerating at 9.8 m/s... oh my God I am a nerd) and I managed to gingerly catch the end, barely holding onto it before it slipped into the lava.

"Got it!" I cried, my voice already breathless.

"All right," he answered, "Now, it's on the right setting, so just point at the nearest rock and shoot so that you can jump onto it. Keep going until you reach somewhere solid, and I'll try to get down to you."

"Oh geez," I moaned. I pointed the little blue thing at the rock and I pressed the button. Like magic, the rock moved slowly towards me. I didn't want to push it, so when I saw it was close enough for me to jump I jumped. I managed to barely make it onto the wobbly rock, and I sighed heavily.

"Okay, one down... hopefully there's another one," I mumbled to myself. Great. Now I was talking to myself. Just great.

Leave it to a strange, alien man with a British accent to completely ruin my life.

I searched around and saw another floating rock about a foot away. Not wanting to waste too much energy with the sonic thingy (did it run on batteries? or was I completely insane to think so?) I just jumped onto it. I repeated the process, jumping from rock to rock, a nagging voice in the back of my head reminding me that I was an utter klutz and more likely to fall into the magma than to reach the next one.

I tried not to think about that bit too much.

Instead I focused on trigonometry. Out of all the subjects in math I've ever studied, trig had always been and would always be my favorite. As I went over trig ratios and identities through my head, I managed to ignore the fact that I was pretty much about to die any second and would never again see Greg or Sarah or Will or Mia ever again. I did take pleasure in the fact that I would never have to endure a Karen taunt again. Or that Eric would never again cross my vision. Or that, while sitting around the TV and eating potato chips with my besties, I would never feel awkward to Vincent's presence (hooking up with one of your best friends is never a good idea.)

The concentration on trig identity proofs saved my life.

Each time I jumped onto a new rock and wobbled towards the raging inferno of molten rock below, I didn't think of my own life. I thought of math. Who knew?

Each time I slipped upon landing on a new rock I didn't think of never seeing my group of friends again. I thought of angles. Who knew?

Who knew that could work?

I finally saw a giant rock ledge that I could just climb onto, and I used the strange sonic thing to push myself towards it. The sonic wasn't perfect, however, and the rock wobbled and wiggled and just as it tipped over I leapt onto the ledge and held on for dear life.

Oh my God I'm alive, I thought happily, I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive...

Unfortunately, rock climbing had never been one of my strong suits.

And I had run out of trig identities.

Shit, I thought angrily, now what? I stared around me and tried to find a way out, but I was quickly slipping from my tentative foot hold and the heat from the lava was killing me. I swallowed, imagined myself in my happy place, and started to reach around for another hand grip. My fingers were sweaty and it was hard to hold on, and my running shoes weren't built for rocks from 250 million years ago, but every time I slipped and just caught myself (a grand total of 12 times) I pictured myself in my happy place.

And before I knew it, I was on a rock-hard (ha, ha) surface, stable and on my feet. At some point I had dropped the sonic silver thing into the lava; hopefully the Doctor wouldn't get too mad. It was either that or my life and really, I didn't even think between the two.

I brushed myself off, took a deep breath, and walked through the strange rocky corridor kind of thing. I was reminded of a medieval castle, or Hogwarts, wait Hogwarts is a medieval castle... Something eerie and stone-y and dark. I could swear I smelled guano.

Yup, definetly the smell of bat droppings.

(I only knew this from working at the zoo, I swear.)

Finally, I reached the end of the long and winding road (ha, ha, I mean corridor) and was met with a giant, metal door that definetly didn't fit the Permian landscape. I frowned, and prayed that the Doctor would be on the other side or something. But the odds of that, with my luck, were probably nil.

So I knocked on the door, and as it creaked slowly open I stepped through and blinked rapidly. Tons and tons of artificial light met my eyes and I was practically blinded. I gasped and straightened out my stupid jogging shorts and tank top and dived underneath a metal table to observe the surroundings.

It was like some sort of space-age metal lab. There were genetic equipment and engineering tools and all sorts of crap that I didn't even know what it was for. I felt rather sick to my stomach as I tried to figure out what in hell could be in here, and where the hell the Doctor was.

A metal door at the end of the room opened and pretty much my worst nightmare came gliding in. I tried to keep my breathing quiet as the creature I had only met once in the most nightmare-ish of days. I bit my lip so hard I felt blood pool underneath my teeth and I tried not to cry.

"SECURITY-HAS-BEEN-BREACHED! SECURITY-HAS-BEEN-BREACHED!" the creature cried in semi-hysteria. I began to creep around the metal tables, trying to be as discreet as possible, knowing that if I were seen for even a second I would be killed. Somehow, I missed the lava and the rocks.

My hands were sweaty and trembling as I scampered around the spinning and crying out monster and I felt my knees buckle under my weight. I squinted my eyes shut and tried to imagine a better day, a better outcome, somewhere to go or somewhere to hide.

"WHERE-IS-THE-LIFEFORM?" the alien suddenly gasped, "I-MUST-SCAN-FOR-LIFE"

I continued to scurry around the lab, dodging the thing's life scan and trying to not let my sobs escape my mouth. My heart pounded in my chest and it was so loud I was surprised the monster hadn't heard me.

Just as I managed to make it to be right next to the door, the creature detected my life with his scanner.

"COME-OUT-HUMAN," the monster from my nightmares demanded, "OR-YOU-WILL-BE-EXTERMINATED."

I stood up and looked the Dalek squarely in the eyestalk. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the inevitable blue light and death soon to follow. I remembered the scream of my best friend Rachel as she was killed and tried to remind myself that it was quick...

"HOW-DID-YOU-GET-HERE?" the Dalek demanded as it scanned my body again, "YOU-ARE-FROM-THE-21ST-CENTURY. YOU-COULD-NOT-HAVE-COME-HERE."

"Erm... a friend of mine gave me a lift," I stammered.

"YOU-ARE-AMERICAN." the Dalek stated. I nodded, still sweating.

"WHAT-IS-THE-NAME-OF-YOUR-FRIEND?" the Dalek asked. I wrung my hands together, not liking this endless torture and wishing that he would just exterminate me already.

"Ah... th-the Doctor," I mumbled.

"THE-DOCTOR?" the Dalek cried, "MAXIMUM-SECURITY-ALERT! MAXIMUM-SECURITY-ALERT! MAXIMUM-SECURITY!" the Dalek alerted, gliding past me into the room beyond. I followed him, knees still shaking; wondering what could possibly come next.

"THE-DOCTOR-IS-HERE?" another Dalek asked. There were a grand total of four Daleks standing around, including the one that brought me here.

"YES-HE-IS. THIS-IS-HIS-ASSOCIATE," the Dalek that had brought me in explained. I felt the tears begin to pour out of my eyes.

"WHAT-IS-YOUR-NAME?" the main Dalek, the first one besides the one to find me to speak, demanded. I was terrified. Usually Daleks just killed, they didn't ask names or nationalities or anything. What had happened?

"E-Emily. Emily Rockford," I stammered, my mind still whirring as to why in hell he cared.

Utter silence met my words. I looked around at all the confused Daleks and felt my legs grow too weak for me to stand on.

"YOU-WILL-BE-KEPT-HERE," the main Dalek ordered, "THE-DOCTOR-WILL-COME-AND-HE-WILL-BE-EXTERMINATED."

"NO!" I cried, but I was immediately shocked by my quick response. I barely knew him, why did I care so much if he died? But immediately the thought send a shock wave of pain through my body.

I need him to get home, I thought, that's the only reason.

"BE-QUIET," a third Dalek ordered. I sat back and tried to keep as silent as possible.

"OPEN-THE-OUTDOOR-HATCH," the fourth Dalek instructed. I watched as they opened a third giant metal door and sunlight poured in like a dammed river set free. I breathed in deeply and prayed the Doctor never found me.

It seemed like hours, but it could only have been about ten minutes. In that time, I looked around the Dalek lab. There were power generators that whirred and hummed and were as huge as you could imagine. There were lab tables and all sorts of strange biological materials on the tables. I saw, in the corner, a giant pile of dead baby Gorgonops.

Well, there went the other babies, I thought as I gagged a little bit.

When the Doctor came in through the door, I took a step forward and called out, "NO! No, Doctor, no!" but he didn't listen to me. He came into the Dalek lab and raised his hands above his head.

"EXTERMINATE!" a Dalek ordered.

"No, no, no wait- wait!" the Doctor instructed, "I demand some answers first!"

"WHY?" another Dalek asked.

"Just... because. This is all very odd, why would you come back to the biggest extinction in Earth history? It's not as if humans are alive now, and nothing here could threaten you," the Doctor rambled.

"THERE-WAS-NO-EXTINCTION," one Dalek stated.

"What? It's happening all around you, ninety-five percent of life is dying out right outside!" the Doctor sighed, exasperated. I heard him mutter under his breath, "Every time I lose something they come back..."

"THERE-WAS-NO-EXTINCTION," the same Dalek insisted.

"You're completely mental- oh wait!" the Doctor hit his forehead with his palm repeatedly, "So you're causing the extinction, then, Dalek? Why? Humans won't evolve for another 250 million years! What did tiny mammal-like reptiles ever do to you?"

"WE-ARE-EXTERMINATING-THE-HUMANS," another Dalek explained.

"You're completely nuts, there are not humans here except for her... oh wait," the Doctor gasped, "You aren't done yet."

"ALL-OF-LIFE-ON-EARTH-WILL-BE-EXTERMINATED," a third Dalek, the one that found me, insisted, "ESPECIALLY-THE-GORGONOPS."

"So you think if you kill all of life on Earth it'll stop the humans from ever existing, and bring the Daleks back?" the Doctor finished.

"YES," the lead Dalek, the only one who hadn't spoken yet, answered.

"But how come you didn't just wipe out all life on Earth first? You could have just done it with a choking pure carbon dioxide atmosphere..." the Doctor frowned, "Wait... you don't have enough power!"

"YOUR-CLONE-DAMAGED-US," the lead Dalek explained, "WE-HAVE-LITTLE, BUT-SOON-WE-WILL-BE-STRONG."

"Don't be thick, do you honestly think you could wipe out all life on earth with the little technology you have? You'd do better to just go somewhere to rebuild than to try and bring back the Daleks by default. You're only ever going to kill 95% of life, and guess what; the next era on Earth has some of the most diverse life forms of its history! You failed, Dalek," the Doctor spat.

"YOU-WILL-BE-EXTERMINATED," the head Dalek cried.

"Oh please," the Doctor rolled his eyes, "I have no plan, no resources, and nothing to lose. That scares you to death, I assume?" and the Doctor grinned maniacally before turning around and knocking over a giant power generator.

"EXTERMINATE-THE-DOCTOR!" the lead Dalek screamed. Blue flashes fired everywhere and I hid behind a table, shaking and pulling my knees up to my chest. Why in hell hadn't they killed me yet?

The Doctor continued to knock over the crude generators and jumped around, laughing so that I thought he was completely nuts. Before I knew it, he was by my side and he pulled me to my feet.

"How are you doing, Emily?" he asked, laughter in his voice.

"Fine," I whispered, "Why in hell are you so happy?" I hissed.

"Because I've got nothing to lose," the Doctor shrugged before turning to the Daleks, "One last question!"

The Daleks stopped shooting and turned to face us.

"Why haven't you exterminated Emily? Believe me, I'm glad she's alive, but this is incredibly out of character for you lot," the Doctor demanded.

"SHE-IS-NOT-YET-READY," a Dalek stated.

"What are you talking about?" the Doctor frowned.

"SHE-HAS-NOT-BEEN-AWOKEN. THE-KEY-MUST-MATURE," the Dalek explained.

"What key?" the Doctor hissed.

"EXTERMINATE-THE-DOCTOR-BUT-KEEP-THE-GIRL-ALIVE!" the lead Dalek ordered.

"Allons-y!" the Doctor hissed in my ear, and he pulled me along and we ran out of the lab, destroying everything in our wake.

"How'd it go with the lava river?" he asked as we ran out into the desert and away as fast as we could from the Daleks, though I could hear them chasing us.

"Fine, though I dropped in your silver thingy," I explained, looking up at him sorrowfully as I squeezed his hand.

"Ah, it's alright, at least you're okay. Could be worse," the Doctor shrugged. I smiled weakly at him as we continued to race throughout the sand dunes and hills.

"How is little Freesa?" I asked casually as we made it over the next sand dune.

"Who?" the Doctor asked in puzzlement as we heard the Daleks gaining on us.

"The baby Gorgonops I saved," I explained, "Turns out the Daleks stole the eggs to experiment on them or something and they left her behind."

"Oh, she's in one of my pockets," the Doctor answered uninterestedly.

"What? She could choke!" I gasped, horrified.

"Oh, my pockets are bigger on the inside. She has plenty of room to breathe," the Doctor shrugged.

"What else have you got that's bigger on the inside?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. The Doctor gave me a look and we turned around to see the Daleks stopped on the highest sand dune.

"WE-MUST-HIBERNATE!" the lead Dalek ordered.

"HIBERNATE-HIBERNATE-HIBERNATE!" the other Daleks agreed. Suddenly, they disappeared in the air.

"They couldn't have gone far," the Doctor remarked casually, "I knew they had very little energy left, so I just ran until they couldn't chase us anymore. They're probably halfway around the world, and going off to die."

"Well, they deserve it," I hissed softly. The Doctor looked at me, horrified.

"They killed my best friend Rachel," I muttered, "For no reason at all."

"Ah," the Doctor nodded, "I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "I'm sorry, too, for running off without you. And for being somewhat violent about them. They don't deserve... never mind."

"It's okay," the Doctor assured, "Really. They've taken away a lot from me, too, and I understand completely. They probably won't die, though," the Doctor sighed, "Even when we both lose everything, they always come back."

I looked up at him with sad eyes. He returned my gaze, and smiled weakly.

I gave him a hug, unable to contain it. Besides, he liked hugs- I'd only known him for three days and I knew he liked hugs. He returned it tightly, and when I broke away he frowned at me.

"Why did they keep you alive? Keep in mind, I'm glad, but..." the Doctor looked incredibly frustrated.

"No idea," I shrugged, "They kept me alive when they invaded Earth, too."

"Really?" the Doctor asked, surprised.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Rachel and I were out in New York, where she was from, just for fun that day 'cause we were out of school. The Daleks found us and they killed her immediately, but they scanned me and said, SPARE-THE-KEY. I have no idea why," I shrugged.

The Doctor watched me for a long time before sighing and shrugging. We were really close to where he parked the TARDIS, so he reached into his jacket and pulled out Freesa. I smiled at the little cooing thing and nestled it quietly to my chest.

"Freesa?" he asked, and I shrugged. We went inside the TARDIS as he rolled his eyes.

"You can go clean up, if you want," the Doctor offered, "Just go down that corridor, it should be the first door on the right. And there should be some food for... Freesa... inside the first door on the left. I'll take you somewhere else, since that trip was sort of ruined."

"Ha, thanks," I grinned and ran to the room where the food should be. Inside was a small room, with a pen that would have been just big enough for Freesa when she was free grown, and a fridge. When I went inside, I saw some meat. I held my breath (I was vegetarian and hated meat) and tore off chunks of the steak-like thing and put them inside the grassy, sandy pen with Freesa, along with some water. The little hatchling chirped happily and ate and drank and ran around. I shown a heat lamp onto the scene and went to the room across the hall.

There was a girl's room, incredibly pink and littered with items. Inside the closet were some clothes that were my size, though I would never have picked them out for myself. I sighed and went into another room, right next door, which was a giant wardrobe filled with clothes. I picked out jeans and a graphic blue t-shirt that said "SAVE THE HUMANS" with a whale on the front. I laid them out for me on the bed in the pink room and found an iPod boom box. Grinning to myself, I put my iPod in the boom box and hit play on one of my favorite songs.

"Baby, baby, baby, you are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
You're like voodoo baby
You just take hold
Put your cards on the table, honey,
Do I twist, do I fold?
You're like voodoo honey,
All silver and gold
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul?
So here it comes
The sound of drums
Here come the drums
Here come the drums," I sang along with as loud as I could, but just as I reached the first chorus the Doctor came barging in.

"Don't ever sing that song," he hissed, walking over to the boom box and turning it off as I cried, "Hey!"

"Never, ever, ever let me hear that song, got it?" he ordered, and left in a flash. I watched him go, rolled my eyes, and went to take a shower.

Time Lord, I thought in annoyance.

A/N: Wow that took me forever to write. Sorry, I'm taking physics this summer so that I can take AP Biology next year and I've been so busy. Also, there will be some Torchwood crossovers later on in this. Yay. Just so peeps know. Please, please, please review; I get so many more hits than reviews and I truly appreciate the feedback. Thanks so much!