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1x01 "Rose"

I could feel the harsh thumps against my chest as I ran though the streets of London. I wasn't running from anything or to anything particular. After the long flight I took to get here and sitting in that stupid seat for so long I just had to get out for a while. My family was at the hotel, they decided to sleep the flight up but I had so much pent up energy that I just went for a run. I told my parents where I was going and that I would be back later.

Slowly I came to a stop as the playlist on my I-Phone stopped playing music. I used that twenty-minute playlist to judge how long I was running for, now that it had stopped I planned to turn back around and go to the hotel. I took my I-Phone out of its arm strap and began the playlist from the beginning. I put the playlist back into the arm strap when I saw a peculiar blue police box. A smile lit up my face as I walked to it, pulling the headphones from my ears and shutting of my I-Phone.

"A Beautiful Blue Phone Box," I said to myself. I ran my hand over the wood and read the iconic words on it's front. "Pull to Open," I laughed to myself. "But the Doctor never pulls, he pushes." Doctor Who, one of a small few British television shows that cause me to stay up all night watching. Thank god I just graduated High School or else I would never get to sleep for school. But then I'm going to be the same for College so there's no real point. "I guess this is for some contest or something. Like when they built that award winning TARDIS back in the States," I said. I really have to stop talking to myself, but then if I did that all the creative juices would stop flowing though my brain and I wouldn't love to write in the first place.

I bit my lip, pulling my lip ring into my mouth while looking at the blue police box. "I could only dream that this was a real Type 40 TARDIS," I muttered. The chilled wind blew against my heated skin causing me to shiver. I looked to the sky and said, "Even the elements agree that if this were a real TARDIS I would get chills." I laughed slightly but my laughter died in my throat as the door opened inward. No police box, fake or not, would open inward. There wouldn't be enough space for it to open inward.

"Oh Fuck," I muttered. Now tell me, if the door of the actual TARDIS opened before you would you run or enter? Well I entered the TARDIS, staring at the console. "Fuck me, the real TARDIS." I unzipped my black tracksuit top, it was slightly more heated then what I thought it'd be.

I frowned at the controls, lightly running my fingers over them. I walked until I got to the screen, "If this is the real TARDIS, then how the hell did they make the television show. There should be protocols against that, like how Torchwood uses those mind wipe things." I quickly looked around, "Wait, if the TARDIS is real. That means Torchwood is real. Which means, Captain Jack is real. Which means…" I trailed off as the doors to the TARDIS opened and in walked, "The Doctor."

Doctor Nine looked at me, "How did you get in here?" he asked. I just stared at him. "Hello?" he asked. "How did you get in?"

I snapped out of it and said, "You're the Doctor."

He nodded, "Yes I am, now how did-"

I cut him off walking to him, "You're the 900 some odd year old Time Lord from Gallifrey that travels through time and space in his TARDIS."

His eyes widened, "How do you know that?"

I frowned, "Well I believe that, seeing as you're the real Doctor and we're in the TARDIS … I think that I might have moved from my dimension to yours."

"What makes you say that?" he asked as he walked towards me.

"Well, seeing as where I'm from you're a television show and information about you is easily accessible," I frowned. "But I suppose saying too much about your future, such as your regenerations or any future companions, might change the coarse of time seeing as one cant tread on their own timeline other than for cheap parlor tricks."

The Doctor nodded slightly, "So you know about my future?"

I nodded, "Yes. Up until you rise to your highest and fall to your lowest." The Doctor gave me a strange look but I just waved him off, "Oh don't worry. That wont happen for a long while seeing as the control room looks this way and you are still in your Ninth regeneration, am I right?"

"Yes, but getting back to my first question how did you get in here?"

"Oh," I smiled and turned to the controls. "Your lovely TARDIS let me in." I turned to him, "She really is beautiful."

The Doctor gave a slight nod, "She is. But why did she let you in?"

I rolled my eyes, "Now how the hell am I supposed to know what goes on in the, for the lack of a better word, mind of a TARDIS? She could have brought me here to kill you, which I highly doubt, or she brought me in because she could tell I knew more than I should." I shrugged, "There could be a number of reasons and I highly doubt that she'll just tell us either way. She'd want us to find out on our own," I smiled. "Because where's the fun in knowing the answers to everything all the time?"

The Doctor smiled back at me, "Oh, I like you."

I laughed. "Well of course you do. I was so wrapped up in your show that I started to think like you, and … well other organizations you're a part of." I wrinkled my nose, "Except UNIT. I've never liked UNIT."

The Doctor frowned again, "You know about UNIT?"

"Yes, just about every enemy you have I know about. Cybermen, Weeping Angels, Sontarans, and … Daleks." I watched the Doctor stiffen at the name. "I know about them all, those are just the ones I know for sure you have encountered before." I looked around the TARDIS before asking a question of my own, "What were you doing before you came in here?"

"What?" the Doctor asked snapping out of the flashbacks he had drawn himself into.

"Well, you rushed in here like a bat out of hell," I told him. "There has to be a reason for that, or at least an interesting story."

The Doctor just stared at me for a long moment before snapping his finger and turning his attention to the TADIS controls. "Right! I'm here because of a signal in plastic."

I froze, my mind immediately going to the few episodes where the Doctor was involved with plastic. Only one of them involved the Ninth regeneration, 'ROSE'. "Oh god," I muttered to myself as the Doctor continued speaking, all the technical terms of what exactly he was planning to do. I snapped my head to the Doctor, realizing he had been trying to get my attention, "Oh, yes?"

"Your name," he said. "I never got your name."

"Oh right," I held out my hand to the Doctor. "I'm Faline Marks. I'm eighteen years old, just graduated from my high school. I'm in London with my family as a graduation gift from, a relative I've never met, but then again I have a large family." My voice slowed, "And I'm rambling so I'll just shut up now." I smiled at the Doctor, "Let's go get your plastic."

"Right!" he said before flipping a switch on the TARDIS' controls.

I gasped and took hold of the railing before I burst into laughter. I was on the TARDIS, traveling through time with the Doctor. This was something just about every Who-vian would dream to happen to them. And it was happening to me of all people! My heart hammered in my chest. Something this amazingly wonderful was happening to me, when I thought that the most exciting thing in my life was going to be coming to London on vacation, this vacation. The TARDIS stopped moving but the smile never left my face. I turned to the Doctor, "That was amazing!"

"Well come on then," he told me as he headed towards the doors.

I immediately followed the Doctor, my smile growing. The doors opened and I saw the entrance to my hotel across the street. I frowned, "Please don't tell me you brought me back."

The Doctor looked at me confused as we both walked across the street. "No, why?"

I nodded to the building we were entering, "This is my hotel." I paused before letting loose a, "Shit." Another odd look from the Doctor caused me to answer, "My parents are going to kill me." I turned to him, "What floor is it on?"

The Doctor looked at the device in his hands, which thankfully looked like a cellphone. "Third floor," he told me.

I groaned, "Awesome, that's my floor." The two of us rushed to the staircase, I knew he liked the staircase better than the elevator. I followed him up the stairs, and through the doorway letting off on the third floor. The Doctor walked forward and to the door to room 313. "You're kidding me," I said. The Doctor looked at me as I pulled out my key card and pushed him out of the way before he could use his sonic screwdriver. I swiped the key and the door unlocked, I pushed it open and turned to the Doctor before I let him in. "If my parents ask you're from the front desk, you were just leaving when I asked if you could help me find my room, alright?"

The Doctor nodded, "Alright."

I turned and walked in with the Doctor following me, "Mom, Dad! Krueger!" I called out to my family, ignoring the harsh nickname we came up for my younger sister. Well, my parents called her 'Freddy' and I just added the Krueger. No one answered. I frowned and looked around the hotel room, the beds were made and there were no suitcases lying about. I turned to the Doctor, "Doctor?" I asked confused. "Where are they?"

"Are you sure we're in the right room?" he asked.

I glared at him and pointed to the single bag in the room, my carry on that sat where I had placed it, besides the door to the bathroom. "That's my bag Doctor," I told him. I went over to the black backpack and opened it, seeing my laptop inside along with my important documents and all of the money I received from my graduation party for spending money, already converted into pounds, even though I knew I should use it on college. I pulled out my passport and showed it to him, "See?" The Doctor had nothing to say to me. I turned and put my passport back into my bag. "Where's the signal coming from?" I asked him.

The Doctor frowned at me, "What about your family?"

I glared at him, my eyes watering. I didn't want to think about what my have happened to them. This is the world of the Doctor. Anything could have happened to them. "I think that right now this signal of living plastic is more important than my missing family, Doctor."

The Doctor was silent for a long moment before nodding and using the device to try and find the signal. While the Doctor worried with that I turned back to my bag, checking everything was in it. I didn't want anything to be missing from my bag, and I knew the Doctor was watching me. I didn't want him to see as I cried about the loss of my family.

I always knew that I was different from my family; I knew that there was something about me compared to them that was off. I had blue eyes; no one in my family had blue eyes, not even my cousins. I was so attached to the idea of travel, which is why I was so happy that I was able to travel to London. My family didn't like traveling, even though my dad (well step-dad but for all intensive purposes my real father) was sent over seas numerous times he didn't like it. I loved history even though in school I was horrible at it, the only one to share this love was my grandfather and he died when I was fifteen. I barely looked anything like my family, we had the similar features but my younger sister looks more like my mother than I do and I definitely don't look anything like my biological father. Yet, even with these differences they were my family and it killed me inside to think that they were gone.

I wiped away my tears and zippered my bag, closing it. I turned to the Doctor, only to see him on top of one of the beds looking over the side. "Did you bring a cat?" he asked.

My eyes widened as I remembered that phrase from 'Rose' even though my inner turmoil. "No Doctor!" I shouted. I rushed at him, pushing him back onto the bed only to see that the living plastic arm attached itself to his face. I grabbed hold of the arm's wrist pulling only to have it come off and attach itself to my face. The sudden force knocked me back off the Doctor and onto the floor. The plastic hand covered both my mouth and nose, keeping the air from getting in.

I kept my eyes closed and listened as the sonic screwdriver hummed from beside my head as they Doctor tried to find the correct setting to remove the plastic arm. I listened to him as he spoke to me, "Hold on, just a second." The hand was ripped from my face and I sat up gasping for the air I was deprived of only moments before. I looked to the Doctor to see him smile at me, "It's alright, I've stopped it. There you go, you see?" He tossed the arm at me, which I quickly caught. "'Armless."

I glared at him, "Oh ya?" I then hit him with the arm. I helped with the built up anger and sadness that I had inside me from the loss of my family.

"Ow," he complained holding his arm. The Doctor then stood up, helping me up right after. I tossed the arm into the trashcan in the bathroom. If the hotel windows could open I would have thrown it out, but after watching the 'Hangover' so many times I knew that I shouldn't even bother to try.

The Doctor began to leave and it took a moment for me to realize this. "Hey!" I growled as I ran after him, grabbing my bag on the way. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to be going back to my hotel room any time soon. "You can't just leave after that arm attacked me!"

"Ya, I can. This is me leaving," he said as he continued to the stairs and opened the door.

"You can't just walk away from me Doctor, that isn't right!" I growled. "You don't just leave me like this. I know who you are, where you're from." He just kept walking down the stairs. At the next landing I stopped him by grabbing his arm and turning him to face me. "You can't just run away from me Doctor. Aren't you the least bit curious why I know so much about you? Why the TARDIS just let me in like she did? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Of course it does," he told me. "But you have your own problems at the moment."

I bit my lip and looked at the floor for a long moment as I played with my lip ring. As I did so the Doctor walked around me and continued down to the lobby. I looked back up expecting him to be there, only to see him gone. I turned and bolted down the stairs, "Doctor!" By the time he was in my sights again he was about to cross the street to get to the TARDIS. I ran after him, he was across the street when I caught up after dodging cars along the way. "Doctor!" I yelled as I grabbed his arm. Tears spilled from my eyes as I looked up at him. "You can't just leave me here!" I told him. "It's not like I'm from here! I've barely been in London for ten hours, and you just want to leave me here. My family is gone Doctor, and I'm pretty sure that I won't see them again. I know what kind of things happen in your world Doctor. I don't want to just be dropped off here and be left alone in your world where things like living plastic tries to suffocate me."

"The plastic wasn't after you," the Doctor said as he walked to the TARDIS and opened her. "It was after me."

"You don't think I know that?" I asked as I pushed my away into the TARDIS. He couldn't leave me alone too. My family was gone, I didn't want to the only person that could know what it's like to be left all alone to leave me like they did, even if it wasn't their choice. I took my backpack off and placed it beside one of the golden arches extending to the ceiling. "I know that the stupid arm only fixed in on me because I met you. And I know that the whole world basically revolves around you Doctor." I walked towards the Doctor taking his hands, "I know that you can feel the world moving beneath your feet going … however fast the world spins even though no human can. You feel it; you, Mister Time Lord, can." I released the Doctor's hands.

The Doctor stared at me a long moment, "How exactly do you know all of this?"

I sighed, "Where I am from you a part of a television show made, here in the UK. It's been going on for years, ending then starting up again while changing the Doctor, you around. I've seen everything starting from now until … some time into your Eleventh regeneration." I looked around the TARDIS. "I know quiet a bit about you Doctor. I know how the Time Lord race began and I know how it ended." I frowned. "I know that you're the Doctor, and even though you try not to muddle with History you always do. I know quiet a bit about your future companions and some about companions from the past, like Sarah Jane Smith." His eyes widened at the familiar name. "I know that this regeneration likes to say, 'Fantastic' and that you have a thing for leather jackets. I know similar things about your next two regenerations also, which I won't tell you."

"And why not?" he asked.

I smiled, "Well other than the fact that it's a spoiler." I laughed slightly at the word. "I know that you frown upon knowing too much about one's future." I frowned slightly, "Shouldn't we be looking for the main signal coming from the plastic before it decides to take over the world?"

The Doctor nodded. I'm sure he was shocked about everything I knew about him. "Right," he said returning to the console.

As he worked on searching for the signal I frowned, remembering something. Even though I had partially taken away Rose's part, doesn't mean she didn't exist here. "Doctor," I said catching his attention. "Before you blew up that building right before we met, did you happen to meet a blonde teen going by the name of Rose?"

The Doctor frowned slightly before nodding, "Ya. Why?"

I smiled, "Then I might just know where to find your next signal."

-x-x-x-

The Doctor and I walked in through the back entrance of the pizza place that Rose and the Plastic Mickey were at. "Hey," someone called to us. "What are you doing here?"

The Doctor whipped out his 'slightly psychic paper' and said, "We're Heath Inspectors." The man that spoke to us immediately backed off. I took the Doctor's arm and looked at the paper. "It's Psychic Paper, but I suppose you already know that."

I nodded, "I do." A smile spread across my lips, "I just wanted to see if I could see what was on the psychic paper. It's always been something I was curious about."

The Doctor rose an eyebrow at me, "Can you?"

I smiled at him, "No."

The Doctor returned my smile with his own, "Brilliant." I froze, that was probably the nicest thing a person has ever said to me. I brushed off the feeling that filled me, for all I know this was all a dream and I was going to wake up. Maybe I got hit by a car during my run and died. Either way, I wanted to stay with the Doctor for as long as I could, even if he didn't want me there.

We walked through the double doors and stood near the bar. I scanned the restaurant, looking for the blonde girl and her plastic date. Immediately my eyes settled on Rose Tyler, she was even prettier in person. I can't believe that she was really there. I quickly glanced at the Doctor, who left my side to deliver the lovely couple their wine. My chest burned at the thought of the heartbreak that the Doctor was going to have to go through because he looses Rose. That was the only thing I disliked about the blonde in the series, the heartbreak she caused the Doctor, even though it wasn't her fault.

Slowly I made my way though the crowded restaurant, the Plastic Mickey's words began to fill my head as I read his lips from where I was. "What was he doing there?" he asked.

Rose frowned and said, "I'm not going on about him, Mickey, I'm not, because, I know it sounds daft but... I don't think he's safe. I think he's dangerous." I frowned, seeing as I took her place how can she know what to say. Maybe she still went to see that guy, whatever his name was, to check him out.

"But you can trust me sweetheart!" the Plastic Mickey's head gave a violent twitch as he began to say in quick succession, "Babe, sugar, darling, sugar." Rose looked on confused, "You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he's planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that's all I really wanna do, sweetheart," he head shook violently again as he spoke again, "babe, sugar, sweetheart."

Rose frowned at him, "What're you doing that for?"

The Doctor approached their table by now, I could almost hear his voice in my head as he said, "Your champagne."

The Plastic Mickey brushed the Doctor off, not even bothering to look at him, "We didn't order any champagne." He took Rose's hand. "Where's the Doctor?"

The Doctor gave me a look as he moved to the other side of the table and held the bottle out to Rose. "Ma'am. Your champagne."

Rose waved a hand at him. I began to walk closer to the three, their words finally being able to reach my ears. "It's not ours... Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?"

Plastic Mickey practically growled at Rose, "I need to find out how much you know, so where is he?"

The Doctor sighed and asked, "Doesn't anybody want this champagne?"

Plastic Mickey rose his eyes to the Doctor for the first time while speaking, "Look, we didn't order i—" He stopped when he realized that what he thought to be a waiter was actually the Doctor. Plastic Mickey smiled, "Ah. Gotcha."

By this time a few tables had turned to see what was going on. I glanced at them nervously; I was starting to feel a little self-conscious being in my running gear. My attention turned to the Doctor as he began to shake the champagne bottle. He smiled at those who were paying more attention to us than their own meals, "Don't mind me. I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!" The Doctor popped the top off the bottle and the cork flew into the Plastic Mickey's forehead. Rose immediately stood as people shouted.

The cork melted into the Plastic Mickey's forehead and popped out of his mouth. Plastic Mickey glared at the Doctor, "Anyway," he said. I grabbed Rose's arm and pulled her back as the Plastic Mickey formed his hand into a club and slammed it down on the table. The table crumbled under the force as Rose screamed, moving farther away. The Doctor grabbed Plastic Mickey's head and pulled it off causing other restaurant goers to scream and jump from their seats. I turned and looked for the fire alarm.

As soon as I saw it I rushed over and pulled it down as a few others screamed. "Everyone out!" I screamed at them. Plastic Mickey's body stood and he began to smash around the restaurant, Rose began to run past me but I grabbed her wrist. "Rose, come with me. I know some place safe," I told her. The blonde, frightened, agreed and followed me as I ran though the kitchen and out the back of the restaurant. The Doctor followed after us and closed the door behind himself using the sonic screwdriver.

Rose frantically tried to find a way out, tugging at the bolted gate. I pulled myself from the blonde's strong grasp and walked to the TARDIS and leaned against her. "Open the gate! Use that tube thing, come on!" Rose shouted at him.

The Doctor lifted up the 'tube thing', "What, this? This is a sonic screwdriver."

Rose turned and growled, "Use it!"

I shook my head, "Rose calm down. Your safe with the Doctor." The Doctor gave me a small surprised look. I suppose it kept slipping his mind that I knew so much about him, or maybe he was surprised that even after everything that has happened to me so far after meeting him I just put my trust in him so fully.

Rose glared at me and I flinched, "That thing is coming to get us and you want me to calm down?" She then turned to the Doctor, "Get us out of here!"

The Doctor shook his head, "Nah. Tell ya what, let's go in here." He walked to the TARDIS and unlocked her. Plastic Mickey was beginning to make dents in the door from the other side, and I wasn't going to lie. I was a little scared at what would happen were it not for the Doctor being here to get us out of this situation.

Rose ran over to look at the TARDIS. "We can't hide inside a wooden box!" She ran to the gate and rattled the chains. By this time I turned and entered the TARDIS, the noise from the Plastic Mickey was really starting to scare me. "It's gonna get us! Doctor!" I looked back from going up the ramp just in time to see Rose run into the police box. The blonde stood still taking in the fact that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside. If I hadn't already seen Doctor Who I would have been the same way, but then I suppose I was the same way when I realized that this was truly the TARDIS. I watched as Rose ran back out of the TARDIS and disappeared around the side. It wasn't long before she came back around and entered the TARDIS, the door closing behind her. "It's gonna follow us!" Rose cried.

I smiled as the Doctor said, "The assembled hoards of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried."

I laughed and the Doctor turned to me, "That sounds like a fun story."

"It is. Now, shut up a minute." I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to Rose. The blonde stood trembling near the door of the TARDIS, looking around at how huge she was compared with the outside. I turned back to the Doctor to see him wiring Plastic Mickey's head to the TARDIS controls. The Time Lord continued talking to me, "You see, the arm is too simple, but the head's perfect." I glanced at Rose to see what she still looked overwhelmed. "I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right." The Doctor turned and faced Rose, giving her his full attention. "Where do you want to start?"

Rose was silent for a moment before saying, "Um... the inside's bigger than the outside?"

"Yes," the Doctor said as he came to stand beside me.

I glanced at him quickly before turning my attention to rest fully on Rose. "It's alien," the blonde said.

"Yup."

Rose looked between the two of us, "Are you two aliens?"

I then quickly answered, "I'm not. But the Doctor here," I patted his shoulder, "is."

Rose was silent for a long moment before the Doctor asked, "Is that alright?"

"Yeah," the blonde answered quickly.

The Doctor accepted her quick answer and then went on explaining, "It's called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S, that's Time And Relative Dimension In Space." A small sob escaped Rose's lips, which the Doctor took to mean something entirely different. "That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us."

I shook my head and placed my hand on his arm, "That's not why she's crying."

"Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?"

"Oh... didn't think of that," the Doctor said.

Rose glared at the Doctor, "He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head - they copied him and you didn't even think? And now you're just going to let him melt?"

"Melt?" the Doctor asked as both he and I turned around to see the Plastic Mickey's head melting with a bubbling noise. "Oh, no no no no no NO!" The Doctor ran frantically around the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers.

"What're you doing?" Rose asked angrily.

"Reviving the signal, it's fading! Wait I've got it..." he looked at the screen. "No No No No No No NO!" The TARDIS shook as the engine's began to move. I grabbed hold of the railing and watched the Doctor. "Almost there! Almost there! Here we go!" The engines stopped and the Doctor ran out the TARDIS doors without another word. I followed after the Time Lord, knowing fully well that we were safe and that he was going to need all the help he could get dealing with Rose.

"You can't go out there, it's not safe!" Rose yelled following the two of us.

It was then that I began to take in the sights, I mean even though I watch a lot of BBC television, seeing the Thames River and the London Eye in real life was pretty amazing. The Doctor was beside me, pouting, "I lost the signal, I got so close."

I turned to face Rose as she spoke, "We've moved! Does it fly?" Immediately I thought of when the TARDIS flew across the highway when the evil Santa's had taken Donna after she first met the Doctor.

The Doctor brushed off her comment with a simple answer, "Disappears there, reappears here, you wouldn't understand."

Rose frowned slightly, "But if we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose."

"It melted with the head," I told her.

The Doctor drowned my voice out as he asked, "Are you going to witter on all night?"

Rose then began to frown and the face she made caused me to think of a wounded dove. "I'll have to tell his mother..." The Doctor looked at her questioningly while I looked away. "Mickey! I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him, again!" The Doctor rolls his eyes, unconcerned, while I couldn't even bring myself to look at Rose. I may know that Mickey was perfectly fine, well as fine as one could be after being kidnapped by a trashcan. Rose glared at the Doctor, purposefully ignoring me. "You were right, you ARE alien."

Rose began to walk away from us, but the Doctor's uncaring comment caused her to stop. "Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey—"

"Yeah, he's not a kid," the blonde interrupted.

The Doctor continued as though her were never interrupted, "It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, alright?"

"Alright!"

"Yes! It is!" the Doctor growled.

Rose shook her head disbelievingly while I said, "You just have to have the last word don't you?" The Doctor gave me a look but didn't say anything, trying to prove me wrong.

"If you are an alien, then how comes you sound like you're from the North?" Rose asked suddenly.

The Doctor answered at the same time I did, having always liked this line, "Lots of planets have a North." The Doctor looked at me a moment before crossing his arms.

Rose turned to me, "Well what about you?"

"I'm not an alien," I said. "I only officially met the Doctor within ten minutes of your job blowing up."

"Officially?" Rose echoed.

I glanced at the Doctor to see him staring at me, wanting to see my answer. I nodded, "I've chatted with the same guy you did today. I just happen to have more information than him because I'm much more open minded about this kind of stuff."

Rose was silent for a moment before asking, "What's a police public call box?"

The Doctor then began to speak again, I can tell it was killing him not to be talking. "It's a telephone box from the 1950s." He patted the TARDIS fondly, grinning. "It's a disguise."

Rose smiled and shook her head. "Okay. And this living plastic, what's it got against us?"

"Nothing," the Doctor said, "it loves you. You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air... perfect. Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. It's food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth... dinner!"

"Any way of stopping it?" I asked him, even though I knew the answer. Wow, I really have to stop watching Doctor Who so much.

Grinning, the Doctor produced a tube of blue liquid from his jacket. "Anti-plastic!" he said triumphantly.

"Anti-plastic..." Rose said slowly.

"Anti-plastic! But first I've got to find it." Immediately I turned my head to the London Eye. I bit onto my lip ring, should I tell him? "How can you hide something that big in a city this small?"

"Hold on... hide what?" Rose asked.

"The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal."

I released my lip ring and asked while still looking at the London Eye, "What's it look like?"

From the corner of my eye I could see the Doctor begin to walk around but not turn my way, "Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London." He paced around, agitated, looking around for a clue. "A huge circular metal structure... like a dish..." He stopped facing Rose, his back to the London Eye. "…like a wheel. Close to where we're standing. Must be COMPLETELY invisible."

Finally I couldn't take it, even though this part was pretty funny I wanted to get this over with. I walked to the Doctor and said, "You could just ask me."

The Doctor frowned at me, "Isn't that a spoiler?" he joked at me.

I shook my head, "Not really. I'm just skipping over you being the smartest idiot that ever existed." The Doctor glared at me and I smiled in return. Rose looked back and forth between us confused. "It's the London Eye." I turned and began walking to the bridge waiting for the Doctor and Rose to catch up with me.

The Doctor ran past me, grabbing my hand along the way. I ignored the gesture and began to run with the Doctor, thank god I was in shape or else this wouldn't have been very fun at all. I glanced behind us too see Rose following, well of course she would. She's Rose Tyler, and she has to find Mickey alive and well. I kind of have to too. Even though no matter what happens Mickey will not join the Doctor for a while now, I still found him to be an interesting character. I always liked Mickey, same with Rory. They are the underappreciated companions. Like Ianto was underappreciated in Torchwood. If I ever have the chance to meet Rory I plan on hugging him, same with Mickey of course.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as we stopped in front of the London Eye. The Doctor turned to us, "Think of it. Plastic, all over the world. Every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables..."

"The breast implants..." Rose cut in causing me to laugh. The blonde smiled at me, if Rose joined us I can tell that we would be good friends. Well that is if I was going to go with the Doctor in the first place. Oh god, I hope I do.

"Still," the Doctor said after our laughter calmed. "We've, well Faline, found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath."

I turned around and nodded towards a manhole at the foot of the wall Rose began looking over. "Rose found the way down," I told the Doctor.

The Doctor turned to me as Rose called out, "What about down here?"

The Doctor grabbed my hand and pulled me to join Rose. Why does he keep grabbing my hand? Does he think I plan on leaving after I've been tossed into this crazy world all alone? "Let's go," the Doctor said. We ran down the stairs to the manhole. The Doctor took off the lid, a red light and smoke began to pour out.

I frowned looking down, "Who want's to go down the creepy glowing manhole first?" The Doctor didn't say anything, only climbed down the manhole first. Rose went second and I climbed down last after looking around quickly. I felt like I was doing something wrong as I went down the manhole. I felt like I was going to intrude on what happens to cause Rose to go with the Doctor, well intrude more than I already did. As I went down my PUMA sneaker slipped half way down causing me to fall back … into the Doctor's arms. I smiled and looked up at him, "Even I didn't see that coming."

The Doctor laughed and placed me on my feet, "Are you sure your not going to fall again?"

I punched the Doctor in the shoulder with a glare. "Shut up." The Doctor clutched his shoulder with a smirk.

The Doctor led the way down a long tunnel with a door at the end. He opened the door to another chamber, the whole room having a red glow like the tunnel and then manhole when uncovered. The Doctor pointed over to a huge, orange, wobbling mass in the middle of the chamber. "The Nestene Consciousness," he told Rose and I, "that's it, inside the vat. A living, plastic creature."

"Well, then. Tip in your anti-plastic and let's go." Rose said.

I shook my head, "Rose that's not how the Doctor works." As I spoke the Doctor, again, led the way down a set of stairs. "The Doctor is willing to give everything a chance. The anti-plastic is only a precaution in case he can't reason with it. Killing something, or destroying something is never the first resort when with the Doctor, it's always the last." The Doctor turned back to look at me causing me to smile as I continued, "That's why he's the Doctor."

We continued down more steps. Rose separated from us as the Doctor leaned over the railing and addressed the Consciouness. "I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation." The Consciouness flobbled around a bit. "Thank you. That I and my companion might have permission to approach." My eyes went wide when he said 'companion'. The Doctor turned slightly to me, "What?"

"Which companion?" I muttered as Rose ran past me to Mickey.

The Doctor frowned, "You." Apparently I looked shocked because the Doctor continued, "Seeing as you know so much about me I can't leave you here. And your right, leaving you here by yourself would be wrong."

"Doctor, they kept him alive!" Rose called ruining our, I guess 'moment'.

The Doctor and I began walking towards them, "Yeah, that was always a possibility. Keep him alive to maintain the copy."

Rose glared, "You knew that and you never said?"

"Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?" As Rose helped Mickey to his feet, the Doctor pulled me to approach the Consciousness. "Am I addressing the Consciousness?" There was a soft, grumble. "Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warped, shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?" The plastic globbered in what appeared to be a negative manner. The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Oh don't give me that, it's an invasion! Plain and simple! Don't talk about constitutional rights!" The plastic reared what would appear to be its head angrily. "I - am - talking!" I smiled, I always loved it when the Doctor got angry at people, or aliens, that interrupted him while he was talking about something that was important and needed to be heard. "This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf - please, just go."

I turned as Rose called out, "DOCTOR!" However, my turn was small before I was grabbed around the waist by one of the Autons. Finally! I remembered their stupid names.

I turned to the Doctor as he said, "That was just insurance! I wasn't going to USE it." I noticed an Auton holding the Doctor's anti-plastic. The plastic globbered angrily. "I was not attacking you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not... what do you mean?" Doors above us opened to reveal the TARDIS. "Oh, oh no - honestly, no! Yes, that's my ship." The plastic roared. "That's not true. I should know, I was there. I fought in the war - it wasn't my fault! I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!"

Anger filled me as I began to fling my body around, "In no way possible was it the Doctor's fault! How could it be his fault when everything he had, too was lost?"

The Doctor turned to me and stared. He probably didn't think I would defend him the way I did. But, he didn't know what I did. I knew what happened to him and how it affected him and his regenerations because each had a slightly different reaction, but all were still heartbroken.

"What's it doing?" Rose shouted to us.

"It's the TARDIS! The Nestene has identified its superior technology - it's terrified! It's going to the final base. It's starting the invasion! Get out, Rose! Just leg it! Now!" The Doctor then turned to me, "I'm sorry Faline. I'm sorry that this all happened to you."

I smiled, still struggling in my hold, "Nothing to be sorry about."

The Consciousness sent out a signal. The Doctor looked at me with wide eyes as my smile dropped, "It's the activation signal! It's transmitting!" I began to struggle harder against the Auton. The Doctor turned towards Rose and Mickey, "Get out, Rose! Just get out! Run!"

I flinch when I hear part of the ceiling fall. "The stairs have gone!" Rose yelled. There was running. I turned to see Rose and Mickey trying desperately to get into the TARDIS. "I haven't got the key!" Rose yelled frustrated.

"We're gonna die!" Mickey cried. I frowned as everything began to become real when the Auton holding me tightened it's grip. This is the point in time when I realized that I could actually die in the Doctor's world, that death is just around the corner at every moment. Tears began to cascade down my cheeks. Please, please, anyone that was listening to my pathetic little self. Please let it be that all of this is just like the series with my useless self thrown into the mix. Please. "Just leave them!" Mickey yelled. "There's nothing you can do!"

I forced the Auton to turn me around so I could see Rose. The blonde teen picked up an axe. "I've got no A Levels. No job... No future." Rose hacked at a chain on the wall, trying to release it. "But I tell you what I have got. Jericho Street Junior School under 7s gymnastic team." The chain came loose and Rose grabbed onto it. "I got the bronze!"

Rose swang across the gap over the Consciousness. She kicked the Autons holding the Doctor hostage into the Nestene, anti-plastic and all. The Doctor pushed the Auton holding me away from me and into the Nestene. The Conciousness began to writhe and scream. Rose landed safely in the Doctor's arms when she came swinging back to us.

"Now we're in trouble," the Doctor said. The Consciousness started to explode as Rose, the Doctor, and I ran to the TARDIS. The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and we rushed inside.

I turned to Mickey, "You better hold onto something Mickey." He turned to me with wide eyes before doing as I suggested. The Doctor started up the TARDIS and she shook as she began to move though, mostly space but a little bit of time.

As soon as the TARDIS settled down Mickey ran backwards out of the TARDIS, falling over. A look of complete and utter terror spread across his face. He backed against a wall. Rose, however was much more calm as she stepped out and began to call her mother.

"Are you alight?" the Doctor asked as he came to stand beside me.

I nodded, rubbing as my bruised wrists. "A little bumps and bruises never killed me before." I smiled at the Doctor but notice his face held a slight frown. "What? I promise you Doctor, I'm fine."

"You started to cry," he told me.

I turned my head away. "Yes, well. I suppose that was because even though I knew what was going on it still terrified me. I still didn't want to die." I turned back to the Doctor with a bright smile, "But as long as the Doctor lives on then all is good. As long as the Doctor doesn't die, and stay dead, then I know that everything will be okay and that everyone will at least have a chance."

The Doctor frowned, "You really think that?"

I smiled at him, "Doctor. I have self worth issues, I'm not afraid to admit that. I'm also paranoid and slightly OCD. I have issues. But I know that even though I fear death, as long as you live then whatever death I go through will be well worth it." The Doctor looked to interrupt, "I know that you wouldn't let me die, and that you plan on returning me home somehow. But if that doesn't happen, Doctor, then you better know that I plan to step in front of the scariest thing imaginable for you. Be it Cybermen, Weeping Angels, Vashta Nerada, or Daleks. Nothing can stop me for protecting you Doctor, like you would do anything to protect your companions."

The Doctor smiled, "Like you?"

Turning, I grabbed onto the Doctor's arms, "Really?"

"Yes," he said only to have the air forced out of him as I wrapped my arms his waist and pushed my head against his chest.

I could hear his hearts pick up in beats inside his chest. I laughed slightly. "Two hearts," I muttered.

"A fat lot of good you were!" Rose told Mickey. I pulled myself from the Doctor to look at them.

The Doctor stood right behind me as he spoke, "Nestene Consciousness?" He snapped his fingers. "Easy."

Rose smiled at him, "You were useless in there. You'd both be dead if it wasn't for me."

The Doctor nodded, "Yes, we would. Thank you. Right then! I'll be off! Unless, uh... I don't know... you could come with me." Rose looked at him and put her hands into her pockets. "This box isn't just a London hopper, you know, it goes anywhere, anywhen in the universe free of charge."

Mickey frowned, "Don't! He's an alien! He's a thing!"

"He's NOT invited," the Doctor said.

I pouted, "Aw. I like Mickey."

The Doctor poked me in the back causing me to flinch slightly as he spoke, "What do you think? You could stay here and fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go, uh... anywhere."

"Anywhen," I added trying to speed Rose's choice along and save the TARDIS a useless trip. If she knew what I was doing I'm sure she would appreciate it.

"Is it always this dangerous?" Rose asked.

The Doctor and I both answered with a nod, "Yeah."

Mickey wrapped his arms around Rose's legs like a little child. I smiled thinking of when Rose went back to foolishly save her father and how he acted the same way when he was younger. "Yeah, I can't. I've gotta go and find my mum and someone's gotta look after this stupid lump..." She laughed and patted Mickey on the back.

The Doctor nodded and said, "Okay. See you around."

I frowned and watched Mickey get up and grab hands with Rose to tug her away. But wasn't Rose supposed to go with the Doctor? Or, I glanced back to the open TARDIS doors, was I taking her place? I turned back to Rose and called out to her, "Rose!" The blonde turned to look at me and Mickey froze in place tightening his grip on her hand. "We'll see you again. I know it."

Rose nodded and returned, "I hope so Faline."

I smiled and turned to the TARDIS, rushing inside. The doors closed automatically behind me, beginning my adventure with the Doctor.

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