And thus, the end of Arc 1...

So Chapter 21 is less a chapter and move like another intermission, as chapter 22 begins Arc 2, AKA what I've been calling the Taragrea IV Arc. In any case, thank you all so much for supporting the story so far! 4.4k views! 63 followers! Y'all are amazing and I honestly did expect this much support!

As an answer to some questions in the reviews: The TARDIS (as Idris) has stated that she has 30 console rooms saved, despite there only being about 7 or so changes so far. She also stated that with her, time is different, so I'd like to imagine if, say, there's a companion who doesn't meet the Doctor right, their room would be best fitted to match their timeline, rather than be tied to the Doctor's timeline like everyone else's. As for the memories and Bad Wolf, well, that's Arc 2 stuff ;) And no, the comics don't need to be read, but it would aide clarity and the changes Chloe makes a lot. Tiger's limp vanishes when he thinks we aren't looking, we've noticed, but we still plan on taking him to the vet this week.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

Chloe woke up to her phone ringing right beside her ear, making her groan as she pawed at it. "Ello?" she mumbled.

"Loey, we need you in Hub 3. We've got readings off the charts here." Jack's voice said, making her groan again.

"Kay, lemme just… get ready," she said, finishing with a yawn. Cutting the call, she rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom, squinting at her reflection. After a few moments, she sniffed and reached for her dry shampoo, groaning as the container sprayed nothing. "Oh it's going to be one of those days," she muttered, grabbing her towel from the basket outside the door and turning on the shower as she undressed. No water began to spray

Staring at the faucet in betrayal and half baked, she glanced at her 2005 phone and wanted to cry at the text from Rose.

Pup: 28th had their place flood so the entire building is shut off.

"Why didn't I check this before?" Moving back into her bedroom, she grimaced as she picked up a wrinkled pair of slacks and what she prayed to be a clean button up. The second she started to tie her hair back, the band snapped, catching her ear, making her close her eyes and take a deep breath.

She was highly considering not saving the world today.

Hub 3 turned out to have figured out what was happening moments before she got on the elevator; it was an Auton invasion, but they couldn't find out where it was based at.

"Don't bother," Chloe said, eyeing Sato's lunch that was sitting close to the edge uneasily. "The Doctor will fix this one. All we can really do is ensure there's minimal foot traffic at any malls or on the streets."

"Which Doctor?" Jack asked, but she shook her head.

"This is when Rose joins, Jack. Tomorrow, she'll be listed as missing, possibly killed."

"And we can't stop her from going?" Owen asked, making the redhead scowl.

"No, we can't. Rose Tyler heals the Doctor in ways I can't. If you even suggest that to me again or try to stop her, I can guarantee you will not like the results."

"Calm down Loey, no one is going to stop it," Jack soothed. "That being said, I'll see if we can't get a curfew placed. Don't you have lunch with Rose you need to get to?" The man nodded towards the clock, and Chloe cursed, jumping to her feet, watching in slow motion as there was a chain reaction that ended with Sato's food all over her shoes. "Rough day?"

"Don't even start," she grumbled.

"Sit down!" Rose said, and it took everything for Chloe not to cringe as she realized that both her and Mickey were sitting on the edge of the fountain. "Just us mates, yeah?"

Ok, this time she did flinch, as did Mickey, though he had a different reason. After her split from James, she had been bouncing from men to men, but she never even once gave Mickey a glance, and she could tell the poor boy was head over heels for her. She couldn't possibly point him towards Martha, not yet. They both had to travel with the Doctor before they could be introduced. Rose tugged on her hand, and normally, she wouldn't budge, but she was distracted (or maybe she had gotten cursed) and so when the blonde tugged… Chloe followed, head first right into the fountain.

For a few moments, she laid in the water, dumbfounded before there was a flurry and she was being pulled out, the curls being pushed out of her face. "You alright?" A familiar voice questioned, making her blink and release the breath she had been holding as she glanced around, her sight slowly returning to her. Rose was crying into her hands, Mickey was holding her, there were a few worried bystandards and…

The 9th Doctor was checking her head for injuries. "I-I'm fine," she croaked out. "Just had a bad luck streak today."

"Oh?"

"No water in the flat, had an emergency at work that had me skip breakfast only for them to solve it just before I got in, had a coworker's food spill on me…" she trailed off, faking a wince as the Time Lord probed the top of her head. "Wish I could just skip the day," she half-joked.

"I'm so sorry!" Rose sobbed, making her sigh before giving the Doctor a grin.

"I'll be fine," she told him. "I'm sure you have better things to do." Shifting away, she slowly got up and went to the blonde, pulling her into a sopping wet hug.

By 3, it seemed her bad luck was finally fading, especially with her latest visitor.

"Repple!" She gasped, pulling the droid into a hug. "It's been a while." Pulling him into the living room, she motioned for him to sit down on the couch.

"You're still alive," he noted in disbelief. "But that was almost eighty years ago."

"It was only a couple for me," she admitted. "The Doctor, he's a time traveller. Sometimes, if we're lucky, he takes a few of us with him. We see stars being born and worlds die within days."

"That sounds…" he paused, tilting his head. "Lonely. Sad."

"I suppose it is, in a way. We all stop travelling eventually," she admitted quietly. "I had only been promised two trips. One to the past and one to the future. He's coming back for the proper me that Rose knows… I think. I-I hope."

"The Doctor would be a fool to leave you behind, Miss Nightingale. You acted with such grace, I daresay you fit the role you had perfectly." Chloe shook her head, mind flashing to another woman with curly hair, but this one having a catchphrase and knowing smirk.

"No, there's someone far more suited to be the Doctor's companion than me. Several, in fact. One of them is even his wife." She wanted to laugh at Repple's 'gasp'. "It's in the future," she assured him. "About another three hundred or so years."

"She might be you, in the end," Repple offered, and this time, Chloe did bark out a laugh, though it was a bit self-hating.

"Repple, trust me, I know who the Doctor marries, and that woman is not me. That woman is - she's perfect for him! She's sassy, toned, curvy, blonde, and tall! She can easily keep up with him without note cards or-or cheat sheets." Looking away, her tone turned bitter. "I'm nothing like River."

Watching the explosion happen on a fictional television show was one thing, but seeing the very real news report on it while your neighbor panicked, not sure if her daughter had been in the building was another thing all entirely.

Part of her was grateful Rose knew that Jackie would be in her apartment instead of theirs, especially as the blonde all but threw the door open and slammed into their arms, pale and shaking. Pulling back enough, Chloe could see the pain in the blonde's eyes and nodded slightly.

"Let's go get you your medicine, ok?"

Repple had left the clockwork cat with her when he had left, so she had to remove the screws from the cat flap on her door, which proved to be… interesting, the next morning, as she walked out of her bedroom and saw the cat just… sitting in the hall, looking at the Doctor, who was frowning at his sonic.

For half a second, she wanted to confront him, but instead, she shook her head, stepping back out of view before shutting the bedroom door with an exaggerated yawn. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the cat flap close so fast, she almost laughed.

Instead, she sat down at the table, pulled out her modern cell phone and started the timer for twelve hours before setting it down on the table and letting out a breath.

"Here begins Forever, Rosie." she murmured.

When the timer went off, she pulled on her coat, placed her concealed weapon in the inner pocket and made her way towards the Eye, making sure to tell as many as possible of the curfew that had been imposed. She caught sight of Donna once, and thought she saw Martha, but instead of seeing if it was really her, she continued on, pausing as she saw four autons dragging the TARDIS underground. Shaking her head, she just pulled out her phone, not even bothered as it went to voicemail.

"I just watched it get taken underground. I'm going to clear the landing area before going back to the hub," she said before hanging up, jogging a few blocks away, looking down the allies until she nodded at the graffiti, but it was… different. Something she couldn't read. "Alien or am I just dumb?" she mumbled, starting to reach forward before shaking her head.

There wasn't anyone there, auton or nonauton, so she went back out the ally, leaning against the corner until she heard the familiar vworping and grinding of the TARDIS's brakes. Part of her wanted to eavesdrop, to see if she made a difference in Rose's recruitment, but instead, she turned her head and walked away.

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