Hello! Welcome to the first entry of The Lost Princess's Journal. This is a Doctor/OC pairing story and will be a revision of Series 1. Each episode will be one chapter, each varying in length.

My OC's name is Evelyn Viviana Davis and she goes by Viviana. She's a short, petite girl with green eyes and extremely long brown hair. She is 19 years old and lives in London, but is American. The link for her outfit is on my profile.

'italics' is telepathic communication between the Doctor and Viviana in later chapters.

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This story will be told from Viviana's point of view unless I feel a POV change is necessary. There will be very few POV changes if any at all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who in any way.

Episode 1: "Rose"

Chapter 1: Rose and Viviana

Being an American girl in the heart of London wasn't exactly easy, even though I had been living there for just over nine years. Being a 19 year old wasn't easy either. I had graduated high school at 16 and got a job at Henrik's. I didn't exactly need the money, but I liked working there. I had nothing else to do. Up until last year, I had been taking care of and living with my Grandpapa. He died though, leaving me no family, nowhere to go, and his entire fortune.

My mother had died during childbirth, and I never knew my father. He left Mom before he knew she was pregnant with me. I was given to my mom's sister and I lived with her in Colorado until she died in a car accident when I was ten. Then, I was shipped off to my last relative, Grandpapa. He was a famous, British author, but he lived in a small, dingy apartment in the heart of London. It was barely big enough for the two of us, but he stubbornly refused to leave the place. When cancer claimed him, I was heartbroken. I didn't know what to do. I had no other living relatives that I knew of and I had just turned 18. I didn't move out of the apartment, but the experience of living on my own was new, and something I still wasn't comfortable with a year later.

One year ago today, Grandpapa was taken from me. I allowed a tear to fall down my cheek as I walked to the store for work. I would be working all day today, hopefully that would keep me from grieving and feeling too sad. He wouldn't want that. I quickly calmed my emotions while I walked into the store. It wasn't too busy, despite the sale we had going. I was thankful for that though, too many people at once always had a tendency to overwhelm me. I quickly stashed my bag and set to work for the day. I vowed to myself that today would be like any other day. I was going to pretend that I didn't have a reason to grieve or act sad. I was going to make sure that this day would go normally.

Hours later, I was ready to go home and curl up with a good book. A guard didn't seem to have that idea though because he waved lottery money in front of me and my co-worker, Rose Tyler. We groaned in unison before snatching the money and making our way to the elevator. The ride down was awkward, seeing as Rose and I had only spoken about two words to each other in our lives. I wasn't even sure she knew my name. Many people didn't though, so I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't either. Rose and I finally stepped out of the elevator when it arrived at the very bottom, where Wilson, the chief electrician, worked.

"Wilson!" Rose called out in her cockney accent. I looked over at the blonde girl quickly, startled by her accent. You'd think that almost a decade in England would make me used to the accents, but evidently not. After all that time, I had managed to keep my American accent, but I sometimes used British vocabulary. I remained silent as Rose continued to call out for the man. I was never a big talker, even in my childhood. I wasn't shy; I just preferred to stay silent sometimes. "I can't hang about, 'cause they're closing the shop." I began to look around, confused. Where was Wilson? There wasn't any sign of him anywhere in the basement.

"Wilson!" Rose continued in front of his office door. Rose and I suddenly turned when we heard a noise behind us.

"Hello?" I called.

"Hello, Wilson, it's Rose and…" she trailed off looking at me apologetically.

"Viviana," I answered quietly.

"It's Rose and Viviana. Hello!" Rose called out.

"Wilson?" I called. Something was wrong. Wilson never left before the shop closed, and if he did, we would know about it. Rose and I heard noises coming from inside a storage room. I quickly walked to it and opened the door. No one seemed to be in there, but Rose and I went in anyway. I reached to my right and flicked on the lights, revealing boxes and rows of mannequins.

"Wilson!" Rose called into the room hopefully. Rose and I walked farther into the room, but stayed near each other. This room obviously gave us both the creeps. Rose and I called out once more before walking over to a door in the storage room. Rose tried to open it, but we both whirled around at the sound of the storage room door slamming. My eyes widened and I dashed over to it, Rose on my heels. Rose and I tugged on the doors, but they wouldn't budge. Clanging noises started sounding and Rose and I turned frightful eyes towards the noise.

"Is that someone mucking about?" Rose called. The slightly fear in her voice was evident, and I felt the same way. I began walking farther into the room again, hoping to see someone.

"Who's there?" I asked. I didn't get an answer, but I wasn't expecting one. Rose followed me and we walked slowly, towards the clanking noises. Then, we heard a few creaks behind us. Rose and I turned around in time to stare in confusion at the moving mannequin. Others began moving as well. So much for my normal day.

"You got us, very funny," Rose stated nervously. "Right, we've got the joke!" Rose's voice was more firm this time. The mannequins kept approaching and soon, Rose and I were pressed up against a wall. Rose grabbed my hand tightly and I squeezed back. I was a frightened as she was. What the hell was going on? The mannequins raised their arms over their heads in unison and I shut my eyes, waiting for whatever came next. Suddenly, I felt my free hand being taken a hold off. I whipped my head to the left and saw a tall man with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a leather jacket.

"Run," he said quietly, but urgently. I immediately obeyed and tugged Rose behind me and the mysterious man. The mannequins chased after the three of us as we raced to the elevator. The man pulled Rose and I into the elevator and we watched as he tore the arm off of the mannequin trying to get inside the elevator.

"You pulled his arm off," Rose said slightly disgusted. I was more surprised than grossed out. It was a real mannequin's arm, not some plastic arm covering meant for a costume. Maybe this wasn't a prank after all.

"Yep," the man answered simply. He tossed the arm to Rose. "Plastic."

"Very clever. Nice trick. Who are they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" Rose asked panting.

"Why would they be students?" the man asked her.

"I don't know."

"Well you said it. Why students?"

"Cause…" Rose seemed to think about it for a few seconds, "to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they gotta be students." The man turned and faced her with a smile on his face.

"That makes sense, well done," he said to her.

"Thanks."

"They're not students," the man said seriously.

"Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them he's going to call the police," Rose said as a matter-of-factly.

"Who's Wilson?" the man asked turning to look at her again.

"Chief electrician," Rose answered. I was half paying attention to their conversation when the elevator doors opened.

"Wilson's dead," the man said emotionlessly before stepping out of the elevator. I saw Rose's face drop, but she soon recomposed herself as we followed the man out of the elevator. Rose started spouting questions at him but he ignored her and pulled out some sort of tube thing. A blue light flashed at the elevator button, causing it to short out. I flinched slightly and so did Rose, but she continued questioning the man. He walked right past her though.

"I said, who are they!" Rose called after him. She and I jogged to catch up to him.

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great problem if I didn't have this," the man said pulling a strange device out and showing it to us. "So, I'm going to go upstairs and blow it up. And I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me, no. You go on. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this because you might get them killed." The man had ushered Rose and I outside by now and he turned and left. He was certainly a strange man, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Rose and I turned to leave when the door behind us opened again.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?" he asked looking at Rose.

"Rose," she replied.

"And you?" he asked suddenly turning to me. I looked at him in slight surprise.

"Viviana," I answered.

"Nice to meet you, Viviana, Rose. Run for your lives!" The Doctor's slightly crazed look returned and he shut the door behind him again. Rose and I looked at each other before grabbing hands and running off. I gripped my messenger bag to my shoulder, and ran as fast as I could. We soon crossed the street and watched as our work building exploded. Rose and I watched slight panic unfold around us before dashing off again, Rose in the lead. I had no idea where we were going, but at the time, I didn't care. I just wanted to get somewhere safe, away from exploding buildings, live mannequins, and the weirdness of my day.

Rose had led me to what I assumed was her flat. I walked in and saw a woman sitting in front of the TV.

"Rose!" she called getting up to hug her. It was obvious that this was Rose's mother.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Rose's mom asked. Rose nodded, still in slight shock.

"We got out in time," Rose said looking at me. Rose's mom seemed to notice me for the first time.

"Who's this?" she asked Rose.

"I'm Viviana," I said holding out a hand.

"Jackie," she replied shaking it. "Are you American?" I nodded.

"Born and partly raised," I answered with a small smile. Jackie gave me a warm look.

"Would you two like some tea?" she asked.

"Tea would be nice, thanks Mum," Rose answered. I turned to her once Jackie had disappeared into the kitchen.

"I think I should go," I said kind of awkwardly.

"Oh no, don't!" Rose protested grabbing my arm. "I think you should stay. I don't think you should be alone."

"I appreciate the thought, but I don't want to intrude."

"You're not! I want you to stay!"

"I don't have anything with me," I said looking at myself. This seemed to dawn on Rose.

"Mum, we'll be right back! Viv and I are going to her place to get some stuff! She's staying the night!" Rose called towards the kitchen. Without waiting for an answer, Rose pulled my out of the apartment. It was surprising how close I lived to Rose, only a ten minute walk. I unlocked my door and made my way into the small, slightly cluttered apartment. Rose sat on the couch and waited while I went into the bedroom. I grabbed an overnight bag and stuffed my pajamas, a change of clothes, and essentials into it. I grabbed a few more things, like Grandpapa's hat, my teddy bear, and my mother's ring. I slipped the sapphire and diamond ring onto my finger and walked out of the bedroom. Rose stood as I shouldered my messenger bag, with my laptop, cell phone, and keys. We quickly made our way back to Rose's flat and I dropped my stuff in her room. The night passed in a blur, I wasn't sure what happened for the remainder of it before I passed out on the couch. I was woken when the door of Rose's flat slammed.

"I've been phoning your mobile, you could've been dead. It's on the news and everything!" A guy said walking into the living room. He sat down next to Rose, not even noticing I was there. He suddenly hugged her, despite Rose's reassurances that she was okay. The guy started questioning Rose about what happened, but she kept our promise to the Doctor and didn't tell him. She hadn't told Jackie either. Jackie came into the room with the phone, asking Rose if she wanted to do an interview about the occurrence. Rose immediately took the phone and hung up on whoever was on the other line.

"We'll you've got to find some way of making money. Both of you," Jackie said looking at me and Rose. The guy finally seemed to notice me, but I paid him no mind. The phone started ringing again and Jackie immediately started talking to whoever it was. I liked Jackie, but I rolled my eyes at her as she exaggerated about the situation to whoever the person was.

"Who are you?" the guy suddenly asked me.

"I'm Viviana," I merely said. Mickey shot Rose a look, questioning her about me.

"Viv and I were together when the explosion happened," she explained. "She's staying the night. Viviana, this is Mickey, my boyfriend." I gave him a small smile but didn't say anything, and Mickey didn't reply either. Mickey then started protesting about the fact that Rose was drinking tea. He claimed that she needed something stronger and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him.

"Let's go down to the pub, you and me. My treat," he said trying to coax her out of the flat.

"Is there a match on?" I asked cheekily, some of my British vocab coming through. I always had a knack for picking out people's real motives for doing something. Grandpapa always praised me for it. Aunt Maggie always thought it was a little weird though. Rose smirked at Mickey with me while he had a slightly guilty look on his face. He tried to lie his way out of it, but Rose and I smirked at each other.

"Well, that's not the point. We could catch the last five minutes," Mickey admitted.

"Go on then. I'm fine really, go," Rose said tiredly. "Get rid of that." I looked over to where Rose was pointing and saw the mannequin arm. I didn't notice that she had carried it all the way here from the store. Mickey got up and picked up the arm before pretending that it was choking him. I tensed up slightly, thinking about tonight, but relaxed once Mickey stopped. Rose sighed and turned her attention back to the TV. She soon turned it off though and heaved herself off the couch.

"Come on, you can share my room," she said. I got up and followed her into her room. I grabbed my stuff before changing into my pajamas in her bathroom. I let my bun out and watched as it unravelled. I took the ponytail holder out of my hair and let my brunette locks hang loose. I was about to walk back into Rose's room, but Rose walked into the bathroom.

"Oh, Viviana, your hair is so pretty," she said with a smile. A shy smile came to my face. I wasn't used to compliments, unless they came from Aunt Maggie or Grandpapa. I looked at my hair in her mirror. It was straight and brown, nothing special. I guess she meant its length. When I was little, I always liked to keep my hair short, but once I moved to London, I began letting it grow out. My hair now reached past my hips. I quickly braided it though and walked back into Rose's room. She soon followed and I was about to make myself comfortable on the floor when she patted the seat next to her.

"Tell me about you," she requested with a smile. I couldn't help but return it as I sat on her bed.

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Where were you born? Where are your folks? Why do you live in England?" she asked quickly. I giggled at her excited expression before answering.

"I was born in New York, but I lived in Colorado with my Aunt Maggie. My mom had died during childbirth and I never knew my father. He and Mom were never married and they split up before either of them knew she was pregnant. When I was 10, Aunt Maggie died in a car accident and I was sent over here to live with my grandpapa. He died last year though, I inherited everything of his, my aunt's and my mom's, and here I am," I said. Rose's excited look fell as I told her my sob story.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Rose said quietly. I waved off her apology.

"It's alright. I miss Aunt Maggie and Grandpapa, but nothing can bring them back. I try not to dwell on the past, it makes life too difficult," I said with a smile. Rose returned it. "What about you?" I asked.

"Just me and Mum. No siblings and my dad died when I was a baby," she said. "But let's not share our sob stories all night!" I laughed with Rose and we spent half of the night getting to know each other. Hours later, it felt like we had known each other since diapers. We eventually calmed down and went to sleep. I thought about how, maybe Rose and I could be really good friends. I always had a hard time making friends in school, so I didn't have many, but maybe, now I could have one.

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I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. It was turned off and I could've easily gone back to sleep, but then I noticed that I was not in my bedroom. I looked around, slightly panicked, before seeing Rose's head popping up from under her covers. I calmed down, remembering that I had stayed the night at her place. I was pretty sure my hair was a colossal mess but then I saw Rose's and I felt a little better about myself. Her blonde hair was sticking up in all different directions and her hazel-brown eyes were darker than normal.

"There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've got no job to go to," I heard Jackie say from inside the flat. Rose and I looked at each other tiredly before heaving ourselves up. I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of my pajamas. Thank God I had showered yesterday morning before work. I pulled on a pair of black jeans, a blue tank top, and a pair of vans. I brushed my hair out before pulling it back into a side braid. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and shoved everything back into my overnight bag. I pulled out Grandpapa's hat though and put it on. It fit me and went well with my outfit. I always liked this hat, and wearing it made him feel closer to me. I walked out of the bathroom, feeling better and less drowsy than before. Rose walked into the bathroom behind me and I set my things down at the foot of her bed. I walked out of Rose's bedroom and saw Jackie in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ms. Tyler," I said with a smile. Jackie turned and smiled at me.

"Just call me Jackie, love," she replied. "Would you like some tea?"

"Um, yes. Thank you." Jackie soon brought me a steaming up and I drank some gratefully.

"That's a beautiful necklace," Jackie said. I looked down and saw what she was talking about. I smiled sadly, remembering that it used to be Aunt Maggie's.

"Thank you. It was my Aunt's. One of her favorite things to do was gaze at the moon and stars. We lived in the mountains, you know, so there were no city lights to get in the way. There were always so many stars out, way more than here in London. Every Saturday for as long as I lived with her, we could go outside and sit on the roof, just watching the stars until we were nearly falling over with exhaustion," I said reminiscing. Jackie smiled at me.

"Where is she now?"

"Oh, well, Aunt Maggie passed away nine years ago," I said sadly.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Viviana," Jackie cried out. I laughed.

"It's okay, really. Thank you for the tea, Jackie," I said smiling. Jackie returned it right as Rose walked into the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and went to sit at the table sadly. Jackie and I sat down with her and Jackie started making job suggestions. Jackie started walking away though as she started saying to us that we could get compensation. Rose and I rolled our eyes in unison at her before returning our gazes to the table. Then I heard a flapping noise. Rose and I walked to the door, where we found nails on the floor in front of a cat flap. The flap suddenly moved and Rose and I jumped. I set down the nail I was examining and Rose and I exchanged a look. I slowly reached out and pushed the flap forward, only to reveal a familiar face looking inside. I gasped and stood up, dropping the flap. Rose opened the door to reveal the Doctor standing up.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I live here!" Rose shot back, also not quite believing that he was asking her that.

"Well what'd you do that for?"

"Because I do. I'm only home because someone blew up my job," Rose retorted. The Doctor wasn't fazed though and looked more confused and frustrated than anything.

"Must've got the wrong signal," he muttered turning on that tube of his again. The blue light and buzzing started before he turned off the device. "You're not plastic are you?" The Doctor hit both of us on the forehead a couple times, making me more confused than I already was. "Nope, boneheads, bye now!" The Doctor turned to leave. I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Oh, no you don't," I declared pulling him into the flat. I was annoyed with this "Doctor" and I wanted answers. Rose closed the door as Jackie called out.

"Who is it?"

"It's about last night. Give us ten minutes," Rose explained to Jackie.

"They deserve compensation," Jackie demanded. The Doctor agreed with her and started up a conversation, making me roll my eyes slightly. I walked past him into the living room where Rose was cleaning.

"Don't mind the mess," she said to the Doctor. "Do you want a coffee?"

"Might as well, thanks. Just milk."

"Viviana?" Rose asked.

"No thanks!" I called. The Doctor started looking around the living room. He picked up a magazine and started flipping through it.

"We should go to the police, seriously!" Rose said. The Doctor ignored her though as she continued to ramble.

"That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien," he said looking at a picture in the magazine. I stifled a laugh, but the Doctor heard it and looked up at me with a kind smile. The Doctor put the magazine down and picked up a book, quickly riffling through it. Rose was still talking in the kitchen but I wasn't paying attention to her anymore. I watched the Doctor as he continued his strange antics. He suddenly looked in the mirror.

"Ah, could've been worse. Look at the ears," he said. I gave him a weird look.

"Who are you?" I asked him. He looked at me.

"Why do you look familiar?" he asked ignoring my question.

"I asked first," I said crossing my arms. The Doctor got a slightly annoyed look in his eyes.

"I'm the Doctor, now what's your last name?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes at his vague answer, but answered him.

"My real name is Evelyn Davis. Viviana is my middle name and the name I use," I explained. It was true. I only used Viviana, no one called me Evelyn. Aunt Maggie had always called me Eve, but when I moved to England, Grandpapa started calling me Viviana. I had grown so used to the name that I didn't use Evelyn anymore. I watched the Doctor's eyes as the lit up in recognition.

"As in the only living relative of Nathaniel Davis? The famous author?" I nodded and the Doctor grinned widely.

"Fantastic! I am such a huge fan! His books are fantastic!" The Doctor said excitedly. I couldn't help but giggle at him. He almost looked like a five year old in a sweet shop. I was about the reply when I heard a noise coming from behind the couch. I closed my eyes in frustration. I was so done with strange noises.

"What's that, then?" the Doctor asked walking over behind the couch. "Have you got a cat?"

"No?" Rose replied from the kitchen. An object suddenly flew out and took a hold of the Doctor's neck. I saw it more clearly and saw that it was the mannequin's arm from last night. I thought Mickey took that with him. I rushed forward to help him when he started struggling to get the arm off of his neck, it was choking him. I tugged, but the arm wouldn't budge. Rose walked into the room, not realizing what was going on.

"Rose!" I said frantically. She looked up and rolled her eyes.

"He's faking it, Viv. Anyway, I don't even know your name. Doctor what-was-it?" Rose asked before the hand flew off of the Doctor and took ahold of Rose's face. The Doctor and I rushed forward to help her, and soon, the arm came off, only to grab onto my throat. I felt my air supply cut off and I struggled to breathe as the Doctor and Rose tried to tug it off me. The Doctor and I suddenly fell back, breaking the glass table in the living room. I was soon off the floor again and on the couch, seriously struggling to breathe now. How could a plastic arm have so much strength? The Doctor suddenly pulled out his tube thing and switched it on. He put it against the arm and a couple seconds later, it fell limp, becoming a normal, plastic arm.

"There you go, I stopped it. Harmless," he said tossing the arm to Rose. I took a few deep breaths, grateful that air was finally able to return to my lungs.

"You think?" Rose asked uncertainly. Rose then whacked him with the arm, causing him to wince in pain. Then, the Doctor stood up and started walking towards the door. Rose and I exchanged a look before dashing after him. I grabbed my leather jacket and pulled it on as I followed Rose and the Doctor down the stairs.

"Hold on a minute! You can't just go swanning off!" Rose called after the Doctor.

"Yes I can, here I am. This is me, swanning off," the Doctor replied calmly with the mannequin arm in hand. "See you!"

"That arm was moving. It tried to kill me. It tried to kill Viviana," Rose protested. "You can't just walk away! That's not fair! You've got to tell us what's going on!"

"No I don't," the Doctor said. I rolled my eyes at him; I could practically hear the grin on his face. Rose and I followed him out of the building.

"Alright then. I'll go to the police. I'll tell them everything," Rose stated. The Doctor didn't even look back at her.

"Please tell us, Doctor," I requested softly. He paused in his steps slightly before continuing to walk away.

"Who are you?" Rose asked.

"I told you. The Doctor," he stated. I was really getting annoyed with that answer, and Rose was too.

"Yeah, but Doctor what?" Rose asked.

"Just the Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Hello!" The Doctor said with a wave and a grin. I came up from behind him and Rose and walked on the other side of him. His pace was hard to keep up with, I was half jogging, but I managed. I was really curious about this man for some reason, more curious than I should've been.

"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" I asked with a smirk. The Doctor turned his face towards me.

"Sort of," he answered with a grin. I shook my head, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to make its way onto my face.

"Are you the police?" Rose asked him.

"No! I'm just passing through. I'm a long way from home."

"How come those plastic things keep coming after me?" Rose demanded.

"Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you!" The Doctor remarked sarcastically. "You were an accident; you got in the way, that's all."

"It tried to kill me!" I suddenly fell behind them, feeling slightly left out of the conversation.

"It was after me, not you! Last night, in the shop, I was there, and you blundered in. Almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you was because you met me," The Doctor explained. His tone wasn't apologetic, but I didn't expect it to be.

"So, what you're saying is the entire world revolves around you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I was teasing him and he knew it.

"Sort of, yeah." The Doctor had a massive grin on his face, telling me that he was teasing also. I rolled my eyes, but with a small smile on my face.

"But, all this plastic stuff, so who else knows about it?" Rose asked.

"No one," the Doctor replied.

"What, you're on your own?" Rose asked him. I cast my gaze down to my feet; I knew what it was like to be alone.

"Well who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly. Sometimes, underneath you, there's a war going on." The Doctor's hesitancy to directly answer the question told me everything. I cast him a sad, but understanding look, telling him that I knew what it was like to be lonely. But either he didn't see it, or he ignored it. Rose reached out and grabbed the mannequin arm.

"Hey, start from the beginning," she requested. I fell into step with them on the other side of the Doctor. "How can you kill it?"

"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm, and I cut off the signal. Dead," the Doctor exclaimed.

"It's radio control?" Rose asked.

"Thought control. You alright?"

"Yeah," Rose said distantly. "So who's controlling it then?"

"Long story."

"What's it all for?" I inquired. "I mean, shop window dummies, what's that about?"

"Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?" Rose joked. The three of us chuckled.

"No," the Doctor denied. "It's not a price war." All of us laughed even more. "They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you." The Doctor had turned serious. "Do you believe me?"

"No," she proclaimed.

"But you're still listening," the Doctor pointed out.

"Really though, Doctor, tell us. Who are you?" Rose asked stopping in her tracks. The Doctor stopped too and looked back at us. He smiled slightly.

"You know like we were saying? About the earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid, the first time they tell you that the world's turning, and you just can't quite believe it, 'cause everything looks like it's standing still," the Doctor started walking back to us. Rose and I remained silent as he approached. "I can feel it." He looked at me and I felt his hand grip mine softly. "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour. I can feel it, we're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go…" The Doctor looked at me again and suddenly let go of my hand, leaving my skin feeling cold. "That's who I am. Now forget me, Evelyn Viviana Davis, Rose Tyler. Go home." The Doctor grabbed the mannequin arm from Rose and started walking towards a parking lot. Rose and I watched him go silently, before turning and walking away. The only thing that made us turn back was a mysterious sound that neither of us could place. Rose darted back towards where we left the Doctor. I sighed and charged after her, but saw nothing. Rose didn't either, judging by the disappointed look on her face.

"Come on, Rose," I said quietly. We silently walked together, both thinking about the mysterious stranger called the Doctor, who had left an impression on both of us. We soon arrived at an unfamiliar building, but when Rose knocked on the door, I saw that this was Mickey's place.

"Coffee?" Mickey asked Rose kissing her. I mentally "awwed." They were too cute.

"Yeah, only if you wash the mug. And I don't mean rinse, I mean wash. Can we use your computer?" Rose asked Mickey gesturing to me.

"Yeah, any excuse to get in the bedroom," Mickey joked. "Don't read my emails!" Rose led me into Mickey's room and shut the door behind her. I walked over the desk and sat down in front of the computer. I opened up the internet, and typed in "Doctor." I sighed when I saw that there were over 17 million hits. I searched "Doctor living plastic," only to find nothing useful.

"Try 'Doctor blue box,'" Rose suggested. I searched that and I saw a link. I immediately clicked on it. There on the page, was a blurry picture of someone who looked a lot like the Doctor. Rose and I exchanged looks before looking back at the screen. There was a link at the bottom, asking that if anyone had seen the man in the picture, to contact Clive, whoever that was. I did it anyway and quickly got an email back. Rose and I became very excited when we set a meet time.

"Mickey, can you drive Viv and me somewhere?" Rose called. I internally smiled at Rose's nickname for me.

"Sure," he replied grabbing his keys. I logged out of my email and followed Rose and Mickey to his car, thinking about the Doctor. Who was he? Why was he so mysterious and unwilling to share information? Why did the website refer to him as Doctor Who? What was going on?

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As Mickey parked across from Clive's house, Rose addressed him.

"You're not coming in. He's safe. He's got a wife and kids."

"Yeah? Who told you that?" Mickey demanded. "He did. That's exactly what an internet lunatic murderer would say." Rose and I shot Mickey extremely annoyed looks before climbing out of his yellow VW bug. Mickey watched us as we crossed the street and approached Clive's door. Rose knocked on the door before looking back at Mickey. A few seconds later, the door opened revealing a boy looking around 12.

"Um, hello, we've come to see Clive. We've been emailing," I said to him. Rose turned around and saw the boy.

"Dad!" the boy called into the house. "It's some of your nutters!" He shot us a slightly disgusted look but I merely smiled back at him. Rose looked back at Mickey, ignoring him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Viviana. I'm Clive, obviously," a pudgy man said coming into view. He stuck out his hand to Rose.

"Actually, my name's Rose. This is Viviana," Rose said gesturing to me.

"Oh, terribly sorry!" Clive expressed shaking both of our hands. I smiled at the man.

"It's no problem," I said.

"I better tell you now, my boyfriend's in the car, just in case you're going to kill us!" Rose joked. I laughed and turned to see Mickey looking at us while rolling down the window.

"No, good point. No murders!" Clive said laughing as well. Clive waved to Mickey slightly.

"Who is it?" a female voice called.

"Oh, it's something to do with the Doctor!" Clive called back into the house. "These girls have been reading the website. Please come through, I'm in the shed." Clive ushered us into the house and we followed him out back.

"Girls? They read a website about the Doctor? They're girls?" I heard the voice say. I laughed slightly before we went outside.

"A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive," Clive said once we were in the shed. "I couldn't just send it to you."

"I understand," I reassured.

"People might intercept… If you know what I mean." Rose and I nodded and looked around the shed. "If you dig deep enough and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name. Just 'the Doctor.' Always the Doctor. And the title seems to be passed down from father to son, appears to be an inheritance. That's your doctor there isn't it?" Clive asked pointing to a side table. Rose and I turned to the table and walked to it. I saw the photograph from the website.

"Yeah," Rose answered.

"I tracked it down to the Washington Public Archive just last year," Clive explained. "The online photo's enhanced, but if we look at the original…" Clive trailed off. He pulled out a photograph, it was blurry, but you could definitely make out a man who looked like the Doctor. Rose and I exchanged confused looks, but we were even more curious about the Doctor. Clive the flipped the page and we saw another version of the photo, from a wider angle. You could still make out the Doctor in the midst of a crowd. He flipped to an even wider angle of the photo. I completely forgot about the Doctor for a moment when I saw President Kennedy riding in a car, down the street.

"November 22, 1963. The assassination of President Kennedy," Clive said. My jaw dropped as I looked at the Doctor in the picture. He looked exactly the same, yet this was taken forty two years ago. How was this possible?

"Must be his father," Rose concluded. She was as stunned as me, but this only stunted our curiosity.

"Going further back, April 1912," Clive started while retrieving some more things. Rose and I continued to stare at the photograph of the day Kennedy was killed.

"This is a photo of the Daniels family of Southampton," Clive started showing us another photograph, "and friend. Taken the day before they were due to sail to the new world, on the Titanic. And for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip, and survived." I stared at the photo of the family. To the far right, was a man who looked an awful lot like the Doctor.

"And here we are, 1883, another Doctor," Clive said taking a piece of paper off the wall. "Look, the same lineage, he's identical. This one washed up on the shore of Sumatra, and the very night, the Krakatoa exploded." I stared at the drawing, with wide eyes. Rose had the same look. The drawn man wasn't just similar to the Doctor, but exactly the same! Right down to the oversized ears. Even the jacket in the drawing looked like the Doctor's leather jacket.

"The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there," Clive started slightly dramatically. Rose and I gave him our undivided attention though. "He brings the storm in his wake. And he has one constant companion."

"Who's that?" Rose asked.

"Death," Clive answered grimly. Chills ran down my spine. Was the Doctor really that dangerous? "If the Doctor's back, if you two have seen him, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger. If he's singled you out, if the Doctor's making house calls, then God help you." he said to us. I furrowed my eyebrows. I had had enough of this. If the man we met was even the same man as the one in the photographs, there was no way he was that dangerous. He had saved Rose's and my lives, twice. But there was still some part of me that wanted to believe all this. My brain was telling me that Clive was off his meds, but my gut was telling me to believe him.

"But who is he? Who do you think he is?" Rose asked Clive.

"I think he's the same man," Clive said dead serious. "I think he's immortal. I think he's an alien from another world." Rose and I exchanged skeptical looks before thanking Clive and making our way back to Mickey's car. I didn't want to believe Clive, but he was so serious about the Doctor and even after his last (ridiculous) claims, my gut was still telling me to believe him.

"Alright, he's a nutter. Off his head," Rose grunted. "Complete online conspiracy freak. You win!" Rose and I climbed into the car. "What are we going to do tonight?" I tuned them out once I put my seatbelt on. My thoughts wandered to everything Clive had told us and shown us. I got lost in my thoughts, and before I knew it, we were pulling up to a restaurant.

"Do you think I should try the hospital, Suki said they have jobs in the canteen. Is that it then, dishing out chips?" Rose said once we were seated. I eyed Mickey. He was acting funny, but Rose didn't seem to notice though so it must've been my mind playing tricks on me. Rose continued her small rant and Mickey remained like a statue. His face had a small, strangely unwavering smile on his face.

"Where did you meet this Doctor?" Mickey suddenly asked.

"I'm sorry, was I talking about me for a second?" Rose asked sarcastically. Why was Mickey asking about the Doctor? He wanted us to stay away from the Doctor earlier, now he was curious about him? Something was wrong.

"Cause I reckon it all started back at the shop, am I right?" Mickey asked. My eyes widened and I scooched away from him slightly. He was really starting to freak me out. "Was he something to do with that?"

"No," Rose denied.

"Come on," Mickey said with a smirk.

"Sort of," Rose replied. My eyes widened at her. Despite not fully believing everything the Doctor had told us, I didn't think that Rose should just be blabbing about him, even if it was to Mickey.

"What was he doing there?" Mickey inquired.

"I'm not going on about it, Mickey. I'm really not. 'Cause I know it sounds daft, but, I don't think he's safe. He's dangerous."

"But you can trust me, sweetheart," Mickey said. "Babe, darling, sugar, babe, sweetheart." My eyes widened at him. His voice just sounded like a malfunctioning robot's. The way he had spewed all those pet names, it was weird. "You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he's planning, and I can help you, Rose." Mickey's voice was intense, almost threatening. He really wanted to learn about the Doctor. His voice turned robotic again and he spewed more pet names. Rose finally seemed to realize that something was wrong with him.

"What are you doing that for?" Rose asked him.

"Your champagne," a voice said. I looked up and my eyes widened.

"We didn't order any champagne," Mickey said not looking away from Rose. I stood up, unnoticed by Rose and Mickey. I put on my leather jacket and went to stand behind Rose. The waiter wasn't really a waiter. The Doctor shot me a wink and a smile. I returned the grin, feeling the adrenaline rush into my body. The Doctor was around, something was bound to happen.

"Where's the Doctor?" Mickey demanded.

"Madam, your champagne," the Doctor said again. Rose didn't even look up.

"It isn't ours," she said waving the Doctor away. "Mickey, what is it, what's wrong?"

"I need to find out how much he knows, so where is he?"

"Doesn't anyone want this champagne?" the Doctor asked again.

"Look, we didn't order…" Mickey trailed off when he saw the Doctor. "Ah, got you."

"Don't mind me," the Doctor said with a grin. I smirked when I saw him start shaking the bottle of champagne. "I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!" The Doctor uncorked the bottle and the cork flew towards Mickey. It sank right through his forehead, making my eyes widen. Rose had a mildly confused and grossed out look on her face as Mickey spit the cork out of his mouth.

"Anyway," Mickey started as the Doctor stood there, stunned. Mickey suddenly stood up, and smashed the table. His hand had turned into a club like thing. I heard a woman scream, but I helped Rose scramble away from Mickey, as the Doctor went up and attacked him. After a couple seconds of struggling, I heard a sickening pop and the Doctor flew back, with Mickey's head in his hands. My eyes widened and I felt disgusted.

"Don't think that's going to stop me," Mickey suddenly said. My eyes widened even more. Now, I was officially terrified. I didn't let it show though, and I got an idea. I pulled the fire alarm.

"Everybody out! Everybody out, now!" Rose commanded. People obeyed and rushed out of the restaurant. The Doctor, Rose, and I bolted. We ran out back and Mickey followed us. Mickey started banging on the door as Rose ran towards a locked gate.

"Open the gate! Use that tube thing! Come on!" she said panicked. I was just as panicked, and I looked to the Doctor, hoping he would help. He looked perfectly calm though and started walking towards a blue box. I recognized it as a Police Public Call Box from the 50's and 60's.

"Sonic Screwdriver," the Doctor corrected Rose. I guess that's what his tube was called.

"Use it!" Rose commanded.

"Nah, tell you what, let's go in here," the Doctor said pulling out a key. I stared at him incredulously as he unlocked the box. He stopped and looked back at me. He gave me a wink and a small smile before stepping inside. Why the hell would he go in there? My brain was screaming at me not to follow him, but my gut was quietly urging me forward. I gave in and ran into the box after the Doctor. What I saw made my shut my eyes. It was bigger, way bigger, on the inside. It looked like some sort of alien ship thing. The Doctor walked around the console and started pushing some buttons.

"You can't hide inside some wooden box!" Rose yelled at the Doctor.

"Rose, come on!" I urged. She ignored me and ran back to the gate, pulling on the chain again. Mickey kept banging on the door, making dents in the metal. Rose suddenly appeared in the ship and shut the door behind her, what she saw though, made her run outside again.

"Rose, come on!" I urged again. Soon, she appeared back inside, making me sigh with relief.

"It's going to follow us!" Rose said to the Doctor.

"The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door. Believe me, they've tried. Now shut up a minute." I ignored his odd statement and went to stand next to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You see, the arm was too simple, but the head is perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source," the Doctor stated. He started hooking up Mickey's head onto the console, and I immediately felt sick looking at it. The Doctor seemed unfazed though. "Right where do you want to start?"

"Um… the inside's bigger than the outside," Rose said, mystified. I looked around the room. It reminded me of the stories Grandpapa used to tell me.

"Yes."

"It's alien."

"Yep."

"Are you an alien?" I asked from behind him. The Doctor looked from Rose to me.

"Yes," he nodded. I turned away, frustrated. So he was claiming to be an alien now? My mind was screaming at me, telling me how stupid I was for going along with this man, but my instinct still told me that I could trust him, and that he was telling the truth. But an alien, that was a ridiculous claim. I thought about what Aunt Maggie and Grandpapa would say. Aunt Maggie would call him a nutter, but Grandpapa; he would believe him in a second. Grandpapa was always an eccentric man, and the Doctor was too. Grandpapa would've loved the Doctor. I tore myself from my thoughts when I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly though, before either Rose or the Doctor could notice.

"It's called the TARDIS, this thing," the Doctor said looking around the ship. "T-A-R-D-I-S. That's Time And Relative Dimension In Space." Rose suddenly started crying slightly. I rushed forward and wrapped her in a hug. She clung to me tightly.

"It's alright, culture shock," The Doctor said behind us. "Happens to the best of us."

"Did they kill him? Mickey?" Rose asked calming herself down and pulling away from our hug. "Did they kill Mickey, is he dead?" The Doctor had a shocked look on his face, like he hadn't thought about that.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," he admitted sheepishly. I shot him a glare and he looked more shocked at the fire in my eyes. I may have come across as quiet and shy. I was quiet, but I wasn't shy, and I could give some pretty nasty looks when I wanted to. I wasn't the Mary-Sue that most people thought I was.

"He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head," Rose said incredulously. "They copied him, and you didn't even think." Rose looked close to tears again.

"Oh, and I believe he's melting," I said staring at the console. The Doctor whirled around and saw the melting head. The smell of burning plastic filled my nostrils and I cringed.

"Aw, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor started running to the other side of the console.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked.

"Following the signal! It's fading!" The Doctor pressed a few buttons and looked at a screen while Rose and I stood behind him, slightly baffled as to what he was doing. "Wait a minute, I've got it." The Doctor soon became frustrated again. His plan wasn't going swimmingly. I soon focused on the TARDIS. It had started rumbling. That funny noise that Rose and I had heard before going to Mickey's was there again. Rose and I clasped hands, frightened as to what was going to happen. The Doctor suddenly ran past us and towards the door.

"You can't go out there!" Rose called.

"It's not safe!" I said after. The Doctor ignored us, however, and ran right outside. I rolled my eyes before following, and Rose did too. Once I got outside, I looked around in confusion; we were in an entirely different spot than we were before. Again, I couldn't help but think of Grandpapa's story. Everything about this situation resembled the story so impossibly closely. But… it was probably just a coincidence. Grandpapa's stories were just that. Stories.

"I lost the signal, I got so close!" the Doctor grumbled.

"We moved, does it fly?" Rose asked.

"It disappears there and reappears there. You wouldn't understand." The Doctor's aggravation was very evident. I stepped forward and hesitantly grabbed his hand. He jumped slightly, but his hand tightened on mine and he shot me a small smile. I returned it before turning back to Rose, not letting go of his hand.

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

"Melted with the head, are you going to witter on all night?" The Doctor grumbled at her. I rolled my eyes at him slightly. He really could be a Mr. Brooding.

"I have to tell his mother," Rose said sadly. I stepped away from the Doctor, letting go of his hand and grabbed Rose's instead. She looked at me gratefully. The Doctor looked back at us. "Mickey… I'll have to tell his mother he's dead," she repeated, "and you just went and forgot him, again!" Rose was getting angry, and I didn't blame her. Forgetting about Mickey was terribly inconsiderate of the Doctor. "You were right, you are alien." The Doctor gave Rose a mildly offended look.

"Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey-"

"He's not a kid!" Rose yelled cutting the Doctor off.

"It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering about on this planet, all right?" I also noticed that the Doctor had a tendency to start ripping on humans when he was grumpy or angry.

"All right?"

"Yes it is!"

"Shut up!" I yelled. "You two are fighting like little kids. Rose, I'm terribly sorry about Mickey, but if England and the entire planet really are in danger, I would like to try and help. If even England was destroyed, I would have nowhere to go. This has been my home for years, and though I wouldn't mind going back to America, I have no one to turn to! I have no family! Everyone is dead! I really am sorry about Mickey, but please, we can mourn him later, when the world isn't in danger." Rose gave me an apologetic look and the Doctor looked stunned at my outburst, but questions were lingering in his eyes. I turned my gaze from him to the ground. I crossed my arms in frustration stared at my shoes.

"If you are an alien, why do you sound like you're from the North?" I looked at Rose. Of all the questions to ask.

"Lots of planets have a North," the Doctor said. I was about to protest, but I realized that it was probably true.

"What is a Police Public Call Box?" Rose inquired.

"They were telephone booths from the 50's," I said returning my gaze to my shoes. I missed the impressed looks the Doctor and Rose were giving me.

"It's a disguise," the Doctor told Rose while staring at the TARDIS affectionately.

"Okay… and this living plastic, what's it got against us?" Rose asked chuckling.

"Nothing, it loves you. You've got such a good planet, lots of smoke and oil. Plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air. Perfect," the Doctor explained. "Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. Its food stock was destroyed in the war. Its protein planets rotted. So, Earth. Dinner."

"How do we stop it?" I asked. Again, the Doctor turned his attention from Rose, to me. He always seemed to have to do that. Then again, Rose talked way more than me.

"Antiplastic," the Doctor said pulling a tube of blue liquid out of his jacket.

"Antiplastic?" Rose asked.

"Antiplastic. But first, I've got to find it. How can you hide something that big in a city this small?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Hide what?" I asked

"The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic, so it needs a

Transmitter to boost the signal."

"What does it look like?" Rose asked.

"Like a transmitter!" Thanks Doctor, that really cleared things up.

"What does it look like?" I asked slightly annoyed with the Doctor.

"Round and massive, somewhere slap-bang in the middle of London. A huge, metal, circular structure, like a dish, like a wheel, a radial, close to where we're standing." The three of us started walking away from the TARDIS, and I soon smirked at the Doctor's frustration. Rose saw it too and smirked with me. Right behind the Doctor, was the London Eye. "It must be completely invisible," the Doctor concluded. Rose and I just stared behind him. He looked behind him several times before he finally realized what we were staring at.

"Fantastic!" the Doctor said with a grin. The Doctor then sprinted off, me and Rose hot on his heels. The Doctor was sprinting, but I had no trouble keeping up, Rose lagged behind a little bit, but not much. While passing Big Ben, I felt the Doctor take my hand and I couldn't help but smile. He did that a lot. We turned and ran down some stairs before stopping.

"Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to be alive," the Doctor said. I suddenly got the image of little toy soldiers chasing me. Then I giggled, causing the Doctor and Rose to give me weird looks. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I didn't explain.

"The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables," the Doctor continued.

"The breast implants," Rose added.

"Still, we've found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath," the Doctor muttered. I started looking around for a way to get under the Eye, but Rose beat me to it.

"What about down here?" The Doctor and I ran over to her.

"Looks good to me," the Doctor replied seeing the stairs and hatch. We quickly made our way down there and the Doctor opened the hatch. He made his way down the ladder and I followed behind him, eager for adventure. Aunt Maggie was always very protective of me when I was little, and Grandpapa was protective of me also. They didn't want anything to happen to me so I didn't get to do a lot of the things people my age did. The Adrenaline rush was addicting and I loved it. I saw a red glow once I had descended the ladder. The Doctor and I waited for Rose and when she joined us, we dashed off. We soon found a large room, and the Doctor spoke.

"The Nestene Consciousness." I followed his gaze and cringed when I saw what he was looking at. It literally looked like a giant, lava blob. "That's it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature."

"Well then, tip in your Antiplastic and let's go," Rose suggested nervously.

"I'm not here to kill it. I've got to give it a chance." The Doctor started descending the stairs and I immediately followed. Rose was close behind us.

"I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to Convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation," the Doctor called into the vat. I heard a gurgling noise before the Doctor replied.

"Thank you. If I might have permission to approach."

"Oh, my God," I heard Rose suddenly say. I looked in time to see her running towards someone, that someone was Mickey. My eyes widened, but a smile slowly grew on my face. I followed Rose and leaned down by Mickey.

"That thing down there. The liquid, Rose. It can talk!" I felt bad for Mickey. He was obviously terrified, and honestly, I wasn't completely free of fear myself.

"Doctor, they kept him alive," I said to him. He was behind us now and I stood to approach him.

"Yeah, that was always a possibility. Keep him alive to maintain the copy," he said calmly. My jaw dropped slightly out of surprise and annoyance.

"You knew that and never said?" Rose asked incredulously.

"Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?" the Doctor almost demanded. I rolled my eyes at him and stepped away from him out of annoyance. Rose began helping Mickey up. I heard the Nestene start gurgling again and I followed the Doctor. Rose and Mickey stayed above us.

"Am I addressing the Consciousness?" the Doctor asked. More gurgling sounds were made.

"Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warped, shunt technology." I literally had no idea what the Doctor said, but I knew that it couldn't be good. He was the Doctor after all; nothing seemed to go smoothly with him around. "So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?" I mentally face-palmed. This wasn't getting us anywhere. Angry growling and gurgling noises emitted from the Consciousness.

"Oh, don't give me that! It's an invasion, plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights!" The Doctor retorted. The Consciousness started moving around and rising from the vat. I took a small step back, and the Doctor noticed. He softly gripped my hand and I gave him a grateful look.

"This planet is just starting. These stupid, little people have only just learned how to walk," the Doctor started.

"I'll try not to be offended," I mumbled. The Doctor shot me a grin.

"But they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you, on their behalf. Please, just go."

"Doctor! Viviana!" Rose suddenly called. My hand was ripped from the Doctor's and as two mannequins took a hold of me. Two more restrained the Doctor. One of the mannequins pulled the Antiplastic from the Doctor's pocket and showed it to the Consciousness.

"That was just insurance! I wasn't going to use it!" I ignored the Doctor's attempts to talk our way out of the situation. Sometimes, talking wasn't enough. The Consciousness was furious, growling and gurgling loudly. "I was not attacking you! I'm here to help! I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not." A furious growl emitted from the Consciousness. I stopped struggling against the mannequins, but they didn't lessen their hold. I had a plan forming in my mind.

"What do you mean?" the Doctor asked. I heard a door open behind me and I turned to see the TARDIS. My eyes widened and I looked at the Doctor, but he was looking at the Consciousness.

"No, no, no! Honestly, no!" He said struggling against the mannequins. "Yes, that's my ship." The Consciousness emitted a gurgle.

"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," the Doctor said. He sounded so devastated, close to tears even. It made my heart break.

"What is it?" Rose called down to us.

"It's the TARDIS," the Doctor said. The Nestene's identified it as superior technology. It's terrified. It's going to the final base. It's starting the invasion. Get out, Rose. Just leg it, now! Let Viviana go, she's not a part of this!" the Doctor yelled.

"I won't leave you!" I protested. The Doctor gave me a slightly exasperated look.

"Let her go!" he yelled to the Consciousness. I heard a gurgle, but instead of letting me go, the mannequins tightened their grip on me. A bolt of lightning shot out of the vat, making my eyes widen.

"It's the activation signal. It's transmitting," the Doctor explained. "It's the end of the world." No, I wasn't going to let this happen. I suddenly elbowed one of the mannequins, making it loosen its grip on me slightly. I twisted my body until I felt myself come loose. I had pulled off one arm from each mannequin, but they were still gripping my biceps. I ripped them off my arms and threw them into the vat. I was able to quickly knock the head off of one mannequin, but the other came at me, knocking me over. I hit the ground with a grunt, but that didn't stop me. I kicked the legs of the mannequin, making it fall over and into the vat. The last mannequin was recovering, despite not having an arm or head. I quickly sent that one into the pit also. I stood up and brushed off my pants, like nothing had happened. I caught the Doctor's stunned look and smirked.

"Aunt Maggie had me take hand-to-hand combat lessons. Grandpapa had me take self-defense and private fencing lessons," I explained. He looked impressed, but didn't have time to reply, as I was suddenly restrained again, this time, by the mannequin who also held the Antiplastic. Another plan was already forming in my head, but I needed to time it perfectly.

"Get out, Rose! Just get out! Run!" the Doctor commanded.

"I haven't got the key!" I heard Rose say when she tried to get into the TARDIS. Mickey started panicking even more than he already was. The Doctor and I were struggling relentlessly against the mannequins, but they were strong, and this one held me more tightly than the other two did. I stopped struggling though when I heard two words in English, words that I never thought I'd hear again.

"Time Lord," the Nestene growled. My eyes widened as I looked at the Doctor, and he looked panicked. Then, he and I looked at Rose. She held our gaze and Mickey clung to her like she was his lifeline. I soon resumed my struggling though, but I still wasn't getting anywhere.

"Leave them!" Mickey called out while clutching Rose's leg. I glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too terrified to notice. The Doctor and I looked at Rose. She stared at the Doctor before turning her gaze to me. Her hazel-brown eyes met my green ones, with a scared, but determined look. What was she up to? Rose then rushed off to the side, stopping in front of a wall. I couldn't tell what she was doing and I returned to struggling.

"I've got no A-levels. No job. No future. But I'll tell you what I have got," she muttered while hacking at a chain with an ax. "Jericho Street Junior School under-sevens gymnastics team. I got the bronze." Rose took a hold of the loose chain and jumped off the platform. My body moved before I could process what was happening. Rose hit the mannequin holding the Doctor first, sending it into the vat. Then she swung back and hit the mannequin holding me right as I ripped myself from its grip and flung myself to the ground. I heard the Consciousness squeal and I caught sight of the Antiplastic seeping into it. Rose swung back towards us and the Doctor caught her around the waist. I heaved myself off the ground and rushed to them.

"Now we're in trouble," the Doctor said with an infectious grin. We rushed towards the TARDIS. I heard the signal cut off as we ran. Explosions started occurring, but I didn't panic. Mickey was clutching the sides of the TARDIS as the Doctor unlocked it. The Consciousness was still squealing in pain as we entered the ship and shut the door behind us. The Doctor powered up the TARDIS and I heard the wheezing start. A few seconds later, Mickey was running out of the TARDIS, scared out of his wits. Rose walked out calmly, while fiddling with her cell phone. I walked out after her and watched as she smiled, relieved that Jackie was okay.

"Fat lot of good you were," Rose scolded Mickey. She ran towards her whimpering boyfriend and I rolled my eyes. I couldn't decide whether I liked him or not.

"Nestene Consciousness? Easy," the Doctor said arrogantly while stepping out of the TARDIS.

"You were useless in there! If it wasn't for me and Viviana, you'd be dead!" Rose pointed out.

"Yes I would," the Doctor agreed. "Thank you both." I noticed that the Doctor was only looking at Rose when he said this.

"Right then! I'll be off. Unless… I don't know. You could come with me," he suggested still looking at Rose. My eyes widened and I looked back at her. I noticed the glint in her eyes, she was really tempted to accept. It made me sad. Finally, I got a friend, and now she was going to leave with the Doctor.

"This isn't just a London-op, you know, it goes anywhere in the universe. Free of charge," the Doctor joked at the end. I couldn't help but smile.

"Don't! He's an alien! He's a thing!" Mickey protested from behind Rose. I rolled my eyes at him. If he kept doing that, Rose was going to decline the Doctor's offer. That would be the worst mistake she ever made.

"He's not invited," the Doctor pointed out. I stifled a laugh, and the Doctor gave me a soft smile. "What do you think?" Rose opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

"You could stay here. Fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go… Anywhere," the Doctor described. I was officially jealous.

"Go on, Rose. How many times in your life are you going to get this kind of offer?" I asked with a smile. She was still hesitant to answer.

"Is it always this dangerous?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah," the Doctor answered with a small smile. Mickey reached out and clung to her leg again.

"Yeah, I can't. I've gotta go and find my mum, and someone's gotta look after this stupid lump," Rose said patting Mickey on the back. I looked at her sadly. I could tell how much she wanted to go with the Doctor.

"Okay." the Doctor merely said. He turned to me suddenly.

"What about you?" My eyes widened.

"You want me to come with you?" I asked. The Doctor shrugged.

"Why not? Like I said, you could live a normal, boring life here on Earth, or you would have the adventure of a lifetime." I found myself as speechless as Rose. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

"Go, Viv," Rose said. I turned to her.

"But I-"

"You were right when you said that there is nothing here for you. You've got no family, no job, and this isn't even your home country. You long for this, you crave adventure. I can see it in your eyes," Rose said softly. I tried to argue, but found that I couldn't. I turned back to the Doctor and smiled widely. I started walking towards the TARDIS, but then I ran back to Rose. She and I hugged tightly before pulling away. I took my keys from my pocket and gave them to her.

"Take care of my stuff?" I asked her. She nodded quickly and I smiled at her. I gave her one more hug before jogging to the Doctor. He grinned at me before leading me into the TARDIS. I watched as he flew the TARDIS away. Then he paused, and flew the TARDIS somewhere else. I gave him a confused look as he opened the door and looked out.

"By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?" the Doctor asked. I popped my head out the door and saw Rose. I smiled at her encouragingly and hopefully. I saw a smile grow on her face and mine widened. The Doctor retreated into the TARDIS, but I waited for Rose, knowing what she would do. My thoughts were confirmed as Rose gave Mickey a kiss on the cheek before sprinting into the TARDIS. She and I smiled at each other before shutting the door behind us, not once looking back.