Christmas Invasion Part 1

A.N: Thank you all for clicking on this story I will warn you, a lot of the stuff in this first chapter isn't going to make a lot of sense unless you read my last FanFic, The Howling Cub. But any of you who have read my last story, thank you for sticking with me. Apologies for this chapter, this isn't going to be based on the actual episode Christmas Invasion, many apologies.

The new Doctor looked around, his eyes resting on the two women. "Hello!" He greeted enthusiastically. "Ok…" He made a face, along with a strange noise. "New teeth… that's weird." Eliza laughed slightly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. The man before her had big hair, sticking up slightly at the back, and was brown, as were his eyes. Rose looked him up and down before she started, slowly but surely, letting her grip relax. He looked back at the two women, then continuing, "So, where was I?" He looked down at the Console before adding, "Oh, that's right!" He exclaimed. He looked back at them, ending, "Barcelona!" He gave them a smile, and started walking around the Console.

The Doctor looked down at the monitor, clicking buttons as we went. "6pm," he decided. "Tuesday… October…Five thousand and six… on the way to Barcelona!" he exclaimed giddily. He turned to the two women, only one of them smiling while the other stared at him blankly, not sure what to do or what to say. "Now then, what do I look like?" he asked, giving them a toothy grin, something he hardly ever did in his last body. "No, no, no, no, don't tell me! Let's see…" he muttered, checking himself over. "Two legs, two arms, two hands… slight weakness in the Dorsal Tubercle…" Remembering the most important thing, his hands flew to his head. "Hair! I'm not bald!" he cheered. "Ow… big hair… side burns, I've got side burns! …I've got really bad skin…" he looked down, tapping his stomach. "Lil' bit thinner, that's weird. Give me time, I'll get used to it," he frowned for a few seconds before turning to the women again. "I have got… a mole," he muttered excitedly. This made Eliza laugh, Rose still looking bemused. "No, really, I can feel it," the Doctor muttered again, more so to Eliza this time. "right between my shoulder blades, there's a mole. Yeah! Love the mole!" he looked back at the two and ended, "Go on, then. Tell me, what do you think?"

Eliza was the first to talk. She released Rose's remaining grip on her, making the older woman half-hide behind one of the TARDIS corals, as the young teenager walked foreword and circled him. "You're very… pretty."

"Ohhhh, I'm not a pretty boy, am I?" he complained. Eliza nodded, then approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest, feeling the double beat of his hearts. When they broke apart, Eliza heard Rose whisper, "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied, slightly concerned at her sudden question.

"No…" Rose shook her head in denial. "No, where's the Doctor? What have you done to him?" With the sentences, her voice got stronger, maybe even more harsher.

"Really, Rose, it's him." Eliza said, walking over to her.

"Yeah, you saw me; I changed, right in front of you." The Doctor said, wondering if she had some sort of memory loss from the Time Vortex.

"I saw him sort of… explode… and you replaced him like a teleport or a transmat or something..." Rose stuttered, trying to register what she'd just seen. Her eyes then went from scared to determined. She walked up to him slowly, pushing him lightly. "You're not fooling me," she hissed.

"Rose-" Eliza started.

"No!" Rose bellowed. "Neither of you. You ain't tricking me. I've seen all sorts of things. Nanogenes, Gelth… Slitheen…" she eyed them both up and down before whimpering, "Oh, my God… are you Slitheen?"

Eliza chuckled, the Doctor replied for both of them, "We are not Slitheen."

"Send him back," Rose ordered. "I'm warning you, send the Doctor back, right now!"

"Rose, it's me!" the Doctor attempted again. "Honestly, it's me. I was dying. To save my life, I changed my body, every single cell, but it's still me."

Rose shook her head in denial again, whispering, "You can't be…" Where had her Doctor gone? The Doctor she'd gotten to know so well the past year? All big ears and short hair and leather, a lot of the time moody, but friendly?

The Doctor gave a gentle look before walking towards her. "Then how could I remember this?" he asked. "Very first word I ever said to you, trapped in that cellar, surrounded by shop window dummies… oh, such a long time ago," he smiled, and grasped her hand. "I took your hand, and I said one word. Just one word. I said… 'Run!'," he whispered the last word, giving it more meaning.

Rose gulped, the tears still in her eyes. "Doctor?" she whispered so only he would hear her.

"Hello!" he greeted softly. "And we never stopped, did we?" the Doctor asked, letting go of her hand and running around the TARDIS Console, flicking buttons as he went. "All three of us, all around the Universe, running, running, running, running! Remember that time when we had to hop? Do you remember? Hoping for our lives!" the Doctor laughed at the memory, imitating it as he bounced up and down on the spot. "Yeah? All that hoping? Remember hoping for your life? Hop…" the Doctor slowed down his imitation when Rose continued to stare at him, her bemused look still evident. "No…" the Doctor ended.

A few moments of awkward silence passed between the two, Eliza apparently becoming invisible. "Can you change back?" Rose asked eventually.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah," Rose nodded immediatly.

Looking disappointed, he muttered, "Oh."

When he said nothing else, she asked, "Can you?"

"No," he replied, biting his lip. "Do you wonna leave?" he asked hesitantly.

"Do you want me to?"

"No!" the Doctor exclaimed. "But, it's your choice, if you want to go home." Eliza stayed unusually quiet for the majority of this exchange, watching as if she was at a tennis match. Back and forth, back and forth…

Taking her silence the wrong way, he walked around the TARDIS again. "Cancel Barcelona. Change to London, the Powell Estate… let's say the 24th of December. Consider it a Christmas present," he said, giving as much as a smile as he could. He pressed a final button, stepping away from the Console. Eliza felt them stop in the Time Vortex, then go flying again, but in the opposite direction.

"We're going home?" Rose asked.

"Up to you," the Doctor shrugged. "Back to your mum. It's all waiting; fish and chips, sausage and mash, beans of toast- no, Christmas! Turkey!" he said happily, and then acquired a serious expression. "Although, having met your mother, a nut loaf would be more appropriate."

Rose was unwillingly able to crack a smile at his joke, but then did her best to hide it. "Was that a smile?" The Doctor teased.

"No." Rose denied.

"You smiled," the Doctor sung.

"No, I didn't," Rose replied.

The Doctor sighed. "Oh, c'mon, Rose. All I did was change- argh!" he struggled. the Doctor doubled over in pain, holding his stomach. He quickly stood up straight, took a deep breath in and exhaled; flowing from his mouth was a long stream of yellow mist, the same that appeared when he was changing. "Uh-oh," the Doctor said as he watched the energy fade. "the change it going a bit wrong," he noted.

"Look," Rose muttered as she began to panic. "Let's go find Captain Jack; he'll know what to do."

"Nah, he's busy!" the Doctor exclaimed as he bent over. "He's got plenty to do, rebuilding the Earth!" At the height he was at, he looked just under the Console to see a familiar, but hardly used button. "Hello… I haven't used this one in years…" he flicked the switch, giving the TARDIS a violent jolt, causing the three of them to fall against the Console.

"What're you doing?!" Rose yelled at him.

"Just putting on a bit of speed!" he replied aggressively. He began pressing several more buttons, practically ripping them off from the amount of force her was using, yelling all the while, "That's it! Oh, my beautiful ship, faster, that's a girl! We wonna go faster, wonna brake the time limits!"

"Stop it!" Rose ordered.

"Oh, don't be so dull; let's have a bit of fun!" the Doctor screamed. "Let's rip through that Vortex!" he stopped for just a moment, his voice calming. "The Regeneration's going wrong, I can't stop myself… ahh, my head…" he grimaced in pain, then going back to his maniac side. "Faster! Let's open those engines!" A moment later, an alarm bell started to ring. "What's that?" Rose cowered.

The Doctor appeared next to her, laughing manically. "Crash land! Ha!"

"Do something!" Rose barked.

"Too late!" the Doctor replied excitedly. "Out of control! Oh, I love it!" he exclaimed, jumping slightly. "Hold on tight, here we go!" he looked at the pair of them intently as they hung onto the Console. "Christmas Eve!"

Like the Doctor proclaimed, they really did rip out of the Vortex. They ended up at the Powell Estate, crashing into numerous buildings as they sped by. When they landed, Rose and Eliza ended up in a heap on the floor. "Was he always like this?" Eliza asked herself, getting up a few moments after the Doctor went out the doors to greet Jackie and Mickey. Before she could stop herself, she fell out of the doors to see her guardian passed out on the floor, Rose next. "What happened?" Rose asked. "Is he alright?"

"I don't know," Mickey replied. "He just keeled over. But who is her? Where's the Doctor?"

"That's him," Rose replied. "Right in front of you."

"What do you mean 'that's the Doctor'?" Jackie asked, looking down at the stranger. "Doctor who?"

"That's him, Jackie," Eliza replied. "That's 'the Doctor', that's our Doctor," Eliza looked around, hoping no-one saw their grand entrance. "Right, you lot, get him upstairs, quickly."

"Why, what's wrong?" Rose asked.

"I don't know. I just have a bad feeling," Eliza replied. "I'll meet you up there in about an hour, lock your door."

Eliza walked back into the TARDIS, running towards her room. Quickly, she undressed and put her black leather coat on, strapping her weapons on her back. She needed to go somewhere, but first, she needed answers. Answers only she could get from herself.

Eliza grabbed a piece of paper from the stack and pulled out the all too familiar letter, setting it on her desk. She took a pen, and began writing out the letter in front of her.

Identical… Eliza thought as she compared the letters, both finished now. "The writing is identical…" she whispered. Yes, she'd had her suspicions, but this proved it, and the signature was a spot on match. She'd written this letter, she'd dumped herself on the Doctor. Why? Maybe to bring forth the Cub? She could have done that easily without the Doctor's help. And why'd she take away her own memories? All these questions, so few answers.

Knowing it was the wrong this to do, Eliza ran to Jason's old room. She kicked the door down, burst in and searched for the Photo Album. Flipping through the pages, she landed on the one of Jason, the Doctor and the dark skinned woman, all smiling at the camera. She looked further back than that, but failed to see any photo's of her- well, one of future her, but no her- nor did she see one of Rose.

Eliza sighed in frustration and threw the Photo Album across the room, letting out an ear splitting scream. "It doesn't make sense!" she bellowed. She sat back down on the bed, gripping her hair. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" she screamed at the Universe.

Eventually, she calmed down, and pulled out the letter again. One of the newly formed memories said something about the it. She unfolded it and re-read it, only coming upon new writing on the other side of the page, where the old-new writing was settled. "Come to 28 Sultan Street in London ASAP"

Sighing, Eliza pocketed the letter, and stood up. She wanted answers; she was going to get them. She walked quietly up to the Powell Estate, knocking on the door.

Jackie answered it a few seconds later, rushing her in. "He's in the spare room, here." Jackie said, opening the door, revealing the Doctor, fast asleep in the bed. "Is that Harriet Jones?" she heard Rose's voice ask. At the name, Eliza brightened up as bit, walking into the room and seeing Rose's suspicion was correct. On the TV, slap bang in the middle of cameras and microphones, was Harriet Jones, dressed for business and ready for action.

"How is she on the telly?" Rose asked her mother.

"She's the Prime Minister now," Jackie replied. Eliza and Rose smiled at each other, remembering what she's done for her country.

"Hannibal," Eliza quoted, Rose laughing at the inside joke.

"They're calling it 'Britain's Golden Age'," Jackie informed them. "They keep on saying my Rose has met her."

"Done more than that," Rose smiled. "We stopped World War Three with her."

"All that time ago when she was just a back-bencher," Eliza added. A few other scenes passed on the telly, Harriet talking about the new Space Probe that they were sending into space. The telly switched over, Eliza remembering the letter. "By the way, I have to go," she said to the two. "I've got business to attend to."

"Where are you going?" Rose asked quickly. "You can't leave me here with him."

"Don't worry," Eliza replied. "I'll be back later. A couple of hours max," Rose gave her a look, Eliza saying, "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? I'll see you soon."

She skipped out of the door, locking the TARDIS as she went past it. It took her roughly an hour to reach the destination she was told, but she knew it was the right place just by knocking on the door.

She heard a bark from inside, a bark that made her smile from ear to ear. "Hey there, Wolf!"

"Mistress!" the voice called back. The dog began to whine as he scratched on the door. "Alright, alright, calm down, Wolf," said a voice Eliza recognised. The door opened, revealing Jason, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Do you have an appointment?"

"In fact I do," Eliza said, lifting the letter. "How've you been?" she asked as she stepped in the house, Wolf jumping up at her and licking her face and hands.

"Fine," he replied. "It's not been that long since I left you guys. Take your boots off, mum doesn't like dirt."

"I know," Eliza chuckled. She slipped off the boots and followed Jason through the house. They walked into the living room, a woman sat in a chair watching telly. She'd seen this woman before; in Jason's Photo Album. She was the woman who was holding the baby him. This was Jason's mother. "This is as fast as ASAP is to you?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she dragged her eyes from the TV.

"Sorry," Eliza shrugged, "lost my way three times."

"I know you did," the woman replied, switching the telly off. "So, where do you want to start?"