a/n: this story does draw inspiration from my other fic 'the one with time travel' however, I will try and make it easy as, so that you don't actually have to read any of the other first. I just honest to god skipped to 13's era because I love her to bits and there aren't really a lot of GOOD 13th Doctor/OC fics at the moment that i have stumbled across (but like if you know of any, please for the love of god send them my way), so i thought 'hey why the heck not'

i hope you enjoy it as much as me and i pray that it's not confusing as heck xx

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"Warp core breach in five minutes and thirty seconds." the feminine voice of the computer could be heard over the high-pitched tone of the red alert. The voice was neither concerned nor worried, or hell even scared. It was a computer, just an automated voice that let the crew of the Defiant know whenever there was something wrong, or when there was a ship approaching. It felt like it had done none of what it was programmed to do, considering the fact that the ship was now floating aimlessly in space at that current moment, just barely at the border of the Badlands, with no defences and no warp speed.

It was the automated voice of the computer, that caused the brunette, who had found herself on the floor of the sickbay, to stir - waking up slowly, groaning as her sense came back to her. The red alert tone sounded out again and a frown found its way onto the woman's face, which eventually scrunched upwards, even more, when the tone sounded once more.

Green eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds. The woman's mind was fuzzy, and she couldn't remember what the hell had occurred in the moments leading up to find herself on the floor. Pain shooting across her head and even across her lower back. "Warp core breach in four minutes and forty seconds." It was then that Ana shot upwards in a rush, a gasp escaping her chapped lips and her hand reaching up and pressing over her chest.

Ignoring the way that the pain intensified across her lower back.

"Oh fuck, my head." The woman cursed out loud and pressed a hand against her forehead. The palm of her hand came into contact with a wet and sticky substance, causing her nose to scrunch up even more. A hiss escaped through clenched teeth. She knew that she was bleeding - it didn't feel bad, but she knew that it was probably contributing to the nasty headache she was suddenly supporting.

"Lieutenant!" A voice called out over the sudden silence before another tone of the red alert sounded around the room. A red glow faded in and out of Ana's vision as her bright eyes finally came into focus against the dark. She was still feeling a little bit hazy when she felt someone loop their arms underneath her shoulders and hauled her up onto her feet. Her stomach wheezed and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips, now all she wanted to do was throw up, but when her eyes focused once more, this time of the man who had helped her stand up - when the ship shook, the pair of them stumbled on their feet but managed to stay in the one place. Ana turned her head and snapped into nurse mode.

"O'Malley?" His name left her lips, more as a question than anything else and the Chief nodded his head, pulling his arms from underneath her and stepped away when he figured that she was steady enough on her own two feet. The Lieutenant shook her head, trying to clear the haze that was still present in her mind. O'Malley was trying his hardest to be patient with the only medical staff on board, but he was starting to get antsy on his feet, he wanted to get the escape pod and quickly.

"Lieutenant we have to abandon the Defiant." Ana's whole body tensed. Abandon the Defiant? The frown that had been on her face returned and her hands came up to straighten her uniform, looking around her sickbay, she noticed that everything was in disarray. Her tools were on the floor and most of the room was sparking - a bulkhead had fallen from the ceiling and was now resting against one of the three biobeds. Star Fleet was always able to build another Defiant, but well - of course, the one time the B team was given the family car, they total it and then it burst into flames. God Sisko was going to murder them. There had been nearly twelve of them on board, where the hell were the others?

"What the hell happened?" The question escaped her lips rather easily, green eyes focused back on the Chief, suddenly noticing the cut on his own forehead and the blood that made its way down the side of his face. Ana stepped closer to him again, reaching out to grip his chin, only for O'Malley to flinch away from her touch.

"Klingons, Matheson." O'Malley finally replied, his bright blue eyes showed just how truly scared he was and she couldn't help the sense of dread pool at the bottom of her stomach. What the hell were the Klingons doing all the way out here? It wasn't until Ana almost stumbled over her own two feet, that she realised the Chief had grabbed a hold of Ana's elbow and dragged out of sickbay and down the narrow corridor, towards the escape pods. "It was the goddamn Klingons."

They made it to the escape pods and the only other three people that Ana could see was an Ensign, who looked about ready to burst into tears, one was security personnel and the last one was Sarah, a fellow nurse. Ana let a frown rest on her forehead again, there was no Wilkins and Ana knew that the bad feeling in her stomach was coming true. The commander was dead and the next person who was in charge...was herself, it almost caused the Australian to burst into tears herself. "Warp core breach in two minutes and thirty seconds." Another warning from the computer, Ana had no idea how the Defiant had gotten so badly damaged but all she knew was that she needed to get everyone onto an escape pod and make it safely back to DS9 to be caught up on what actually happened.

Turning on her heel, Ana ordered everyone inside the escape pod. They all looked between each other and she raised a brow. "Well? That wasn't a suggestion, or I could leave you all here." She was a nurse, not a commander, she didn't exactly have a good bedside manner in any kind of situation. The four other officers turned on the balls of their feet and piled into the two remaining escape pods, it was going to be a tight squeeze, but apparently Star Fleet only thought that they didn't need to be any bigger than a bathroom, it was enough to support them.

It seemed like they hoped that the Defiant would make it out of all the other ships and runabouts the station owned.

It was then that Ana looked behind her once more into the ship that had been her home for the past week. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, as the computer told her the warp core was going to explode in sixty seconds. That was when her green eyes focused on something that seemed totally out of place. Something that was there but then at the same time definitely should not have been. The grandfather clock, that sat proudly in the centre of the corridor, was not something from the 24th century.

"Lieutenant!" Ana jerked slightly at her titled and faced forwards once again. "We gotta go!" O'Malley was starting to get even more impatient. Warp core breach in forty seconds. It was then that a familiar sound reached her ears and she snapped her attention back to the not supposed to be there grandfather clock and out stepped Oliver.

A Time Lord, who had a habit of getting into trouble. A Time Lord that had also stolen a TARDIS and had run away from home. A Time Lord that was the Master's … Missy's brother.

The father of one of her daughters.

Ana focused her attention back on her crew members, contemplating whether or not it was worth the risk to run to the TARDIS. Her lips tugged downward before she all but shoved O'Malley on the shoulders, all the way back into the escape pod. She gave him a bright smile, as she stepped backward out of the escape pod and she lingered at the entrance before she set foot back in the Defiant and her hand came up and pressed the panel on the wall beside her. "Tell Sisko that I found another way home!" She called over the still blearing red alert tone and the computer telling them that they only about thirty seconds before the shuttle would explode. "I'll be okay!"

"Ana!" The Time Lord's voice was right next to her ear then, she felt his warmth against his back and her heart tugged inside her chest. "We have to go if you want your human friends to survive." She ignored the way his voice snarled at the mention of the other humans. Even after all this time, he was still slightly resentful towards them, even after having travelled the universe with one. O'Malley was banging against the glass and Ana gave the Chief a soft smile before her hand shot out behind her. A calloused hand curled around hers and once again, she almost tripped over her feet as Oliver tugged her towards his TARDIS.

The pair of them stumbled inside his TARDIS. Two seconds of catching his breath, Oliver dropped Ana's hand and rushed over to the console, setting in the course and finally heaving out a sigh suddenly as they made it off the Defiant before it had exploded. Ana, herself let out a heavy breath as she leaned back against the doors, eyes closed, and she took in the familiar sounds of the TARDIS … it - it wasn't the same as his, but it was also her home just as much as The Doctor's had been.

It was then that she realised how sore and tired she really was. Her uniform was covered in dust and grime and dried blood, that her eyes squinted as she looked down at herself. "God - I need a shower," she muttered to herself, before reaching up and again pressing against the cut on her forehead, she winced as it stung worse than before. "And stitches." Pushing off the doors, Ana made her way over towards the console and Oliver.

"What the hell happened back there?" The Time Lord questioned, his electric blue eyes were focused on solely on the console and not her own green eyes. He usually pulled this when she had done something wrong, or he was mad at her. Which wasn't rare, considering Oliver hated to show his temper, he had come a long way since the Time War and Ana was glad that he was still managing to keep a level head when it came to matters such as these.

Though, she couldn't have really helped the fact that Klingons wanted a bunch of people dead in the Federation. But she guessed his anger towards her was because she was like a magnet for trouble, it seemed to seek her out, he thought that she could have avoided it this time around. The only way Ana could really tell what Oliver was thinking was through his eyes.

"I have no idea," she mumbled, hands curling in front of her stomach. "It was just supposed to be a routine mission across the Badlands, which seemed strange in itself but - well we never questioned it. Nothing more." Oliver still didn't look up at her, but he did let out a grunt, which caused the human woman to let her nose scrunch upwards. She hated when he pulled this on her. Her arms crossed over her chest and she let her eyes squint, watching as he danced around the console. He was plotting a course for somewhere, but the bastard had put everything in circular gallifrayen so that she wouldn't be able to snoop (or fly his TARDIS) anymore.

"I'm gonna take you home." He finally spoke up after a couple of tense minutes. Ana had let her eyes wander, focusing on the interior. His TARDIS was nowhere near as extravagant as the Doctor's, but it was nowhere near as dreary and dark as Missy's was - had been. Her heart rate sped up and she bounded closer towards him, once her brain finally told her what he had said, causing the Time Lord to look up at her. Finally.

"You know where DS9 is?" The space station had been her home for the last three years, not somewhere she had wanted to end up, but well Q was a little more cautious of where he placed her in the universe, since what happened the last time and she was surprised that it wasn't him who had come to her rescue - maybe he had been busy?

Oliver's expression changed. From one of annoyance to an apologetic one, Ana's stomach twisted again - well she guessed that home was going to have to wait. "I'm sorry, love," he mumbled, sidestepping around her so that he could reach the lever. He pulled it towards him and the TARDIS shuddered before it pushed itself into flight - a lot smoother than the Doctor's to be quite honest. "But you need to go find The Doctor."

Eyebrows shot up into her hairline. Well - wasn't that just a coincidence. She thought to herself. Maybe it was the universe telling her that she had enough time running away from him and everything that had happened almost five years ago. Ana schooled her expression, but Oliver had already caught it before her head cocked to the side and her lips pulled into a pout. "What why?" she almost grumbled.

"I'm in a rather tight spot," Oliver replied, coming to stand in front of the human nurse. The teal colour of her shoulder pads was coated in dust and Oliver lifted a hand and started to brush it off, it fell away from her body in dark clouds and Ana tried not to cough. "A shifty time agent is giving me a bit of trouble." he continued. "And you don't need to be involved with that." It was then that the TARDIS landed with a rather heavy thump.

Ana stared up at the father of her daughter and squinted her eyes at him. "What do you know?" she questioned him and Oliver couldn't help the blush that dusted his high cheeks. He cleared his throat then and shook his head, of course, he had known that Ana and the Doctor had a pretty … awful falling out almost three years ago but the other Time Lord knew that the pair of them were inseparable, they needed each other - even if so many higher beings tried to interfere with her life.

Himself and Q included.

"Nothing," he mumbled, pulling away from Ana and moving over towards the doors and pulling them open to reveal a rather vacant street in the middle of the night. "Now, go on - get out." he snapped, moving away and then vanishing down one of the many corridors. Ana crossed her arms over her chest and huffed loudly.

"You have not changed!" she yelled out before stomping down the steps and all but throwing herself out of the TARDIS and slamming the door behind her. The brunette rolled her eyes and buried her hands in the pocket of her uniform pants, before slender fingers wrapped around the familiar surface of her phone.

Of course, Ana never went anywhere with it in her possession. The Doctor had sonic'd it the first time she had gone to a different universe, and a different time. Just to prove a point that he had the ability to scare the living shit out her but also make it seem so impossible to leave him again. Pulling out her iPhone and turning it on, Ana squinted at the screen, it read 7:36 pm, 5th of October 2018.

A huff escaped pink lips, as she shoved the phone back in her pocket. Well - at least she knew it still worked, she never did get the chance to thank Geordie for making that portable charger for her back on the Enterprise. The sudden sound of the TARDIS behind taking off, caused Ana to leap forward and turn around, the wind blowing her messed hair around her face. Her eyes squinted at the now empty space in the middle of the street before she reached up and pulled her brown hair out of the ponytail it had been in for three days straight.

"That's just rude." She mumbled, before shaking her head and made her way to the footpath, getting out of the middle of the road all the while pulling her hair back up into a neater ponytail. "Now, time to guess where the hell he dropped me off." At least with the Doctor, you knew where he was going to drop you off.

Well – almost.

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The night was chilly, and her breath caused steam to appear whenever she heaved out a sigh. Ana slowly became even more annoyed over the short while that she had been back on Earth that her uniform wasn't more insulated. Wrapping her arms across her chest - shoving her hands in her armpits in an attempt to keep herself warm, the brunette had found the closest newsagency, a twenty-minute walk from where Oliver had dropped her off.

Kicked her out?

That was more like it.

Picking up the paper that had been left outside in the stand, she finally figured out where she was.

Sheffield.

Ana had squinted at the paper and all but rolled her eyes before shoving the black and white newspaper back on the stand and making her way inside the small shop.

Why the hell had he dropped her off in Sheffield?

To be honest, Ana hadn't been there before and even with the cold winter night air, it was still a rather pretty place to visit.

The look she had received from the cashier hadn't bothered her, it was a look that said she looked like a total looney. Ana forced herself to hold back the snide comment, it wasn't fair for the Australian to assume everyone knew that she had just been on a space ship in the 24th century not even two hours prior.

A part of her wishing she was back there. But the other part of her was glad to be home again. Maybe if she was lucky, she could make her way back to New Orleans, see if anyone was still living at home.

Though Ana was still glad that she had made it home the year prior (thanks to a certain omnipotent being), plus it allowed Ana to make sure that her finances where still put together and her children still had some kind of money in the bank. Plus, it also helped out when Ana did make it back to Earth, like tonight, it allowed her to buy a water bottle and something to eat.

Having chugged about half the bottle of water and scarfed down the banana muffin not even five minutes after leaving the deli, Ana was left wondering why the hell she was even here again.

Eyes had been focused on the ground, water bottle shoved under her left arm pit and her hands had found their way back into the pockets of her uniform pants. Contemplating that maybe … maybe the Doctor was here - he was here, and she needed to help him. Slitheen attack? Cybermen maybe?

Or hell even the Daleks?

They always seemed to pop up at the most inconvenient times nowadays.

However, something pulled at her heart, pulling her off her train of thought and caused her head to lift and focus on the house that was to the right of her. Frowning, Ana wondered why this house was different from any of the others that she had been walking past for the last ten minutes.

And that was when she noticed.

"Oh." the sound escaped soft pink lips as the Australian came to a sudden stop. If there had been anyone following her, they would have more than likely slammed into the back of her and Ana couldn't help but raise one eyebrow. It was rather convenient that the large window at the front of the house was allowing her to see directly inside. However, green eyes missed the young boy, who sat at what appeared to be a dining table and an older woman who had just disappeared into the next room. They somehow didn't seem distracted by the blonde woman, who was asleep on the couch.

Which was strange, considering there was something oddly familiar about the woman and it was then that Ana noticed the clothing that this woman was wearing. Moving closer to the house, walking across the street, Ana tried desperately to be quiet and not seem incredibly creepy. The brunette focused harder at the figure on the couch. It … it was the same clothes that the Doctor had been wearing the last time she had seen him. Ana knew that Twelve wasn't really one to change up his style. Not as often as Ten would anyhow. Now Ana was curious enough that she had to test out her theory.

Jogging the rest of the way across the street, without so much as looking both ways, Ana made it up the steps and banged on the front door. There was some muttering of a conversation behind the wooden door, probably the boy to his … grandmother? Ana took a guess - while it took them almost a full minute to even acknowledge her. The front door was heaved open finally and Ana was met with the boy who had been sat at the table.

He couldn't have been more than 18 or 19.

Ana froze on the spot and looked at the boy, before she tried to look around him, mouth dropping open for a couple of seconds before she snapped it shut and looked up at him. He raised a brow and frowned, perplexed by the weirdly dressed brunette that had just appeared on his door step.

"Can I help you?" He questioned, a confused tone lacing his words but Ana, eventually grew the courage and didn't give him a reply. Instead, she pushed past him and stepped into the living room. "Hey, you can't just waltz in here!" he complained, slamming the door shut behind him and made his way back into the room.

"Sorry mate," Ana apologise, as she came to a stop just next to the couch, she didn't notice the older woman wander back into the living at the sound of the commotion. She looked strikingly like the boy who had answered the door. Ana was surprised that older woman hadn't said anything to her in the five seconds of her being inside her home, maybe it was because she had noticed the rather intense look in her green eyes when staring at the woman who was asleep on her couch. "But that's my mate." Ana finally continued after the awkward silence. She then frowned. "Oh well, I think that's my mate. I haven't been around for a couple of years." Ana knelt down next to the blonde's head and kept her eyes fixated on her face.

The Australian reached out and took a hold of the … Doctor's hand in. It took a while, but the sudden jolt of regeneration energy that left the woman's arm and raced up through Ana's hand and then her arm, caused the brunette to gasp and almost fall back onto her thighs. She never let go of the other's hand though. "Oh, it is you." Ana murmured and couldn't help but feel the tears pool at the corner of her eyes. "I can't believe I missed it." she whispered, leaning closer to the Doctor, moving to sit up on her knees, using her free hand to brush blonde strands out of her face. "Again."

"I have to ask dear," their little moment was broken, and Ana turned to look to her left. It was the older woman who had spoken up this time. The younger boy had taken to sitting back in his spot at the dining table but was still watching with slight amazement at the scene happening before him. "Who are you? And why do you look an awful like a Star Trek character?" the question caused Ana to suddenly look down and away from the two relatives. Ana spotted her comm badge, that had somehow managed to stay pinned to her chest this whole entire time. While also glimpsing the greeny coloured shoulder pads of her uniform that she almost forgot she was wearing. It had become second nature to have it on.

Ana supposed that the idea of … almost everything in Roddenberry's series turning out to be true, was kinda hard to comprehend. Many had speculated in the future that Gene had been a time traveller or just had some seriously wicked visions. "Ah yeah, about that…" Ana mumbled, standing up then, letting her hand fall away from the Doctor's, before she turned to face the others in the room. "It's a long story. But for now, the names Ana." the brunette gave them a soft smile, as her hands clasped in front of her stomach.

"You Australian?" the boy asked, and Ana let that smile grow as she nodded. "Cool," he mumbled, causing Ana to laugh slightly. "I'm Ryan." The boy finally introduced, he supposed that since the Doctor hadn't woken up yet and that the older woman had been so … enthralled by the blonde that she must be telling the truth. "and that's my nan, Grace."

It was then that Ana spotted another girl, coming out of a doorway that she could only assume was the hallway. Her dark eyes focused on Ana and once again the brunette was met with a frown. "Who's this?" The fellow brunette questioned, and Ryan couldn't help a slight smile linger on his lips.

"Ana." He remembered the Australian was impressed. "This is Yaz." Ana nodded her head towards the woman still in a big coat, who returned it with a nod of her own and soft smile.

The older woman who was still standing near the kitchen doorway, holding a blanket in her arms, flashed Ana a brilliant smile also and the brunette couldn't help the blush that crossed her cheeks at the sudden attention from everyone in the room - at least it was positive attention. "Nice to meet you." Grace moved away from her grandson and over to the Doctor, suddenly her whole body began to glow, the regeneration energy moving through the Time Lord's body. "Ryan, look." Grace spoke up, causing Ryan to stand from his position once more and move over so that he could look down at the Doctor properly.

Ana squinted - it wasn't as bad as when she regenerated into Eleven, at least she was getting the rest she needed and not scaring seven-year-old girls.

"Woah." Ryan gasped, and Ana couldn't help her smile growing even more as she watched the humans in front of her. The Doctor was such an enigma, a strange occurrence that anyone would be pulled in when he … she was around. She was almost like a drug, a rather addictive one at that and Ana had just felt like she had gotten over the Time Lord, that she had kicked the addiction, but she supposed the universe wasn't ready for them to be apart any longer and she was dragged back to her side once more.

Causing the habit to return. An itch that just couldn't be scratched and Ana was almost panicking as the humans around her were trying to figure out what was happening.

"She's got two separate pulses." Grace continued, pressing two fingers against the Doctor's wrist, looking up at her grandson. The brunette managed to calm herself down and focus back on what was happening around her than the consequences of her being back in this time line and Ana couldn't help but feel slightly awkward. She had moved to stand near the closest corners of the room - and just watched how the three of them worked around each other. Green eyes lingered on the younger boy as he moved closer to his nan and continued to watch the Doctor with such a curious look in his eyes that Ana couldn't help the giddy feeling settle in her chest.

That was until a puff of golden regeneration energy escaped the Doctor's lips. Ana squinted her eyes, she hoped that everything had gone smoothly, that nothing had happened before he regenerated. But the Australian shook her head at herself, who was she kidding - it was the Doctor, she had a feeling that he went out with such a dramatic flair.

Once again.

Ana must have been in her head a lot longer than she realised because it was the Doctor shooting up on the couch, gasping and clutching at her chest that caused the Australian to snap out of her thoughts. Stepping forward in anticipation, Ana tried not to let the sudden overwhelming emotions envelope her, she had to be strong all of a sudden.

"Ah! Ah!" The Doctor cried out, frowning as hazel eyes flickered between the humans, and still absolutely breezing over her eldest companion in the corner of the room. "Oh! Who woke me up? I'm not ready, still healing, still …" The Doctor trailed off, as she stood up on the couch, before placing her bottom against the top of the couch. "Can you smell that? No, not smell, not hear," trailing off, the Doctor pressed her hand against her chest again, letting fingers travel up and rest against her collar bone. "Feel. Can you feel? Stay still, Ryan." The Doctor's dark eyes focused on the boy and his body tensed, Ana couldn't help but let her head tilt to the side - she wondered how long they had all known each other and yet … there was that unwavering trust that seemed to grow out of nothing already.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Not even after the first question left his lips, the Doctor had stepped off the couch and bounded closer to the dark-skinned boy. Reaching out she tugged down the collar of his shirt and gave a sadden wheeze.

"Ah. Show me your collarbones." She ordered them and each human … including the older man who had suddenly appeared out the corner of Ana's eye sight, pulled the collars of their shirts down - a bright red dot was flashing underneath the skin and Ana squinted, oh that didn't seem good.

"Oh, you've all got them." The Doctor sighed, eyes flickering between the four humans.

"So have you." Ryan retorted. The Doctor looked down and Ana noticed the sudden tensing of her shoulders, her eyebrows lifted, and she took a big breath.

"Yeah." she almost wheezed. "I have." looking back up at the other humans, the Doctor started to pace. "Okay. Really sorry." she spoke up once more, moving from in front of Ryan and walking around the group. "Not good news. DNA bombs. Micro-implants." The Doctor continued, that was until her dark eyes spotted Ana - still slightly tucked away in the corner of the room, trying not to interrupt the conversation. Hazel eyes lingered on her eldest companion and Ana tried not to let it get to her too much. The Doctor squinted her eyes at Ana and the brunette could feel her chest tighten and a rather unsettling feeling fill her stomach, like she wasn't going to be acknowledged - at least not right away. "On detonation, they disrupt the foundation of your genetic code, melting your DNA." Ana was wrong, however. The Doctor moved closer to her, eyes never once leaving Ana's face and the young woman let her teeth bite down into her lower lip. However, she was too focused on the Time Lord in front of her, that she hardly noticed when the Doctor raised a hand and tugged at Ana's uniformed jacket, pushing it away before she gripped the collar of her dark grey under top and pulled it away from her skin.

Revealing that she had no red dot. Ana heaved out a sigh and the Doctor released the hold she had of Ana's grey top, before moving back to the four others. Coming once more to stand in front of Ryan.

"Fast and nasty and outlawed in every civilized galaxy." She reached out again and gripped onto Ryan's collar, before moving and pressing a finger against the red dot.

"How did we get them?" Ryan asked.

"Never mind that," the elder gentleman spoke up, Ana hadn't caught his name and she slightly scolded herself for not surveying her surroundings a lot better. God, Odo would have had an aneurysm, she was distracted which meant that her guard was down. Maybe she was too worked up about everything all of a sudden. "Are they going to go off?"

Though, the Doctor didn't even look at him, still focusing all her attention on Ryan. "Quiet, I'm trying to think." Not as rude as the last regeneration, Ana thought to herself, before she gained the courage and made her way to stand next to Ryan. "It's difficult." Hazel eyes flickered upward, looking at Ryan before they moved to look at Ana - who took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "I'm not yet who I am. Brain and body still rebooting, reformatting." The eye contact between the old companion and the Doctor was long - longer than what Ana thought would be the … normal length but the Doctor thought nothing of it as she suddenly caught sight of something over Ana's shoulder and perked up. "Oh! reformatting." the Time Lord sounded excited all of a sudden. "Can I borrow that?"

Ana thought she was staring at Ten all over again.

Ana turned on her heel and watched as the Doctor made her way to the dining table, picking up Ryan's phone. "Yeah, I guess so. But what for?" Ryan asked, Ana had a funny feeling that the young boy wasn't going to get the phone back again.

"That creature, on the train," The Doctor turned back around facing the group. "When you two came on board, it zapped us all with these." The Doctor moved back again, she was pacing, Ana noticed that much - while doing God knows what to Ryan's phone, Ana squinted and tried to peak over the Doctor's shoulder, who she realised she was suddenly taller than.

Not by much - but still … finally. "Simple plan to take out witnesses. Very clever. Merciless, but clever." Spinning on her heel once more, the Doctor beamed as she held out her hands. "I reformatted your phone." She looked absolutely chuffed with herself and Ana couldn't help the soft snort that escaped her lips, arms crossing over her chest.

"No!" Ryan exclaimed, stepping forward. "All my stuff's on there!" Ana felt bad for the boy, her phone suddenly pressing into her thigh, she knew what it was like to live off your phone, though - her situation had been a lot direr and if the Doctor had done exactly that, she would more than likely whack the Time Lord over the head.

"Not anymore!" The Doctor exclaimed. Ana raised a brow and then witnessed as the Doctor shoved the end of Ryan's phone against her neck and she went flying backward into the wall next to a cabinet.

"Doctor!" Ana yelped out her name as she jumped forward, only to pause mid step when the Doctor beamed up at her and raised a brow.

"Oh!" Ana rolled her eyes. "That nap did me the world of good. Very comfy sofa." Ana's shoulders dropped, and her head tilted to the side, well - she could cross out wondering if it truly WAS The Doctor. Almost the same excitedness and carelessness thrown all together. The phone beeped and suddenly the Doctor was up off the floor - shooting towards a chair, picking up … his - her jacket and racing back in front of the gang. Still staring at the phone. "Come on! Keep up." Ana only noticed that The Doctor had grabbed onto her hand when she stumbled over her feet, almost ramming her face into the blonde's back.

God, this was going to be a long night.