A/N: Hello and welcome to my new fic. This is my first Multi-Chapter fic, so I hope it's good. Any response would be great. (: Thanks and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Doctor Who, if I did, we'd have a Halloween Special.

"Why here, Doctor? Seriously." I complained. We've been following the Nestene Consciousness for five planets now.

"Well, why not? I love this species; they're a curious lot. You don't get much of that nowadays."

We were walking down the street in London, Earth, around the early 21st century, I believe, and we were scanning for the Nestene Consciousness…again. I'm pretty sure they outsmarted us for the thousandth time, but the Doctor, in this regeneration, is so persistent, a bit cocky, and has a new Northern accent that is going to take a while to get used too. "I'm sure we are going to get them this time, Dream. Relax. Enjoy the fresh Earth air."

A few people passed by us, giggling. I rolled my eyes. It was hard to 'enjoy the fresh Earth air' with all these primitive apes around.

"Doctor, why are we even here? I mean, why would the Nestene Consciousness be in the shops? " I was falling a few steps behind, so I bumped into him when he suddenly stopped.

Without looking back, he answered, "Look around, Dream— what do you see?" He started to walk and scan again, "Mannequins, plastic mannequins. What else? Humans. So, if you were trying to take over a planet, full of humans and you were the Nestene Consciousness, where would you be?" His sonic whirled and pointed to a big shop in the distance.

"The shops." I rolled my eyes again then ran with him towards the shop.

"Exactly." He winked.
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We started going down the lift after the Doctor nearly got us kicked out when asking a crowd if anyone has seen mannequins moving. We walked away slowly from the crowd, the Doctor started scanning again and we got into the lift. I was trying to think of reasons why we'd be in the shop, and then I thought of a great one.

"Let me guess, the Consciousness is located in the basement of this shop and this is where they are controlling the mannequins from. Y'know, because it's a shop." I looked up and smiled at him.

Looking back at me and smirking he said, "Really close, but not close at all. Not at all," he repeated looking forward.

I looked away, hurt. I wasn't used to this regeneration's humour yet. "I miss your old regeneration, not so cocky," I murmured. Suddenly, I got a flash of the Doctor's eighth incarnation in the last minutes of the war in my head. "Theta," I whispered in my head to him. I didn't know this was how he was going to react. "I'm-"

The lift dinged. "Forget it," he said out loud, startling me. I sighed and followed him out. I didn't miss the pain in his voice that he tries so hard to hide.

"So the reason we're here then," he said in his normal voice. "Is because the highest signal, from the area we were searching, was coming from here. They wouldn't be stationed here, too many humans around. But, I think," he scanned around the room and points down the corridors to the right. "Our signal is this way."

We ran through down the corridor a few meters, but stopped when we heard a voice. We got to a turn and stopped at the corner. The Doctor was in front of me, peeking around the corner. I started to ask him who it was, but he shushed me. He gave me the signal to stay where I was, as if I ever listened. As he was going around the corner, I slowly counted to ten and went after him. He already had his hand held out for mine.

"Wilson," the voice called out in question. I grabbed his hand and we started to look around to see where we were. Around us, there were a few boxes and mannequins. There was a doorway leading to the other room, where I assumed the voice was at, and next to the door was a sign that said 'Mannequin Storage.' The voice called out for Wilson and said something about students. I looked over by the boxes and saw a maintenance shirt with Wilson's name stitched on it. I nudged the Doctor and showed him. We exchanged a look. In that moment, we could hear a loud rattling noise and all the mannequins started the move at once.

The Doctor started back to the lift, nearly dragging me.

"Wait, the person," I said, pulling him back.

"It could have been a diversion," He replied, trying to get me to run.

"You don't know that," I said quickly, "Go get them, or I will."

He sighed, irritate. "Run. Go hold the lift, count to twenty, and then go up. Don't wait." He ran off to the direction on the voice, yelling at me to go because I didn't move.

I ran towards the lift while dodging every mannequin in my way, there were all after the Doctor though, because of his high technology. It was times like these when I wish I had a sonic to hold them off, or have them come to me.

When I got to the lift, I pushed the up button and held the door. "Count to twenty? Yeah right, Theta."

Seconds later, the Doctor and a young, blonde human girl ran into the lift and I quickly closed the door. The girl and I shrieked when we saw a plastic arm get caught in the door, but the Doctor pulled it out, laughing gleefully.

"What was that then?" the girl asked with a pitch I'm pretty sure was higher than her own. She kept going on about who was behind this and how it was our or the students faults. I zoned her out because I was thinking about our next step. With the mannequins flooding this place, there was no way we could get them all out safely.

"Wilson's dead," I heard the Doctor say, his voice, blunt. I hit his arm softly after seeing the horror on the girls face. I mouthed 'sorry' to her. She started talking again, but I blocked her out. I still don't understand how the Doctor could be with these humans for so long. You can barely hear yourself think around them.
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The lift stopped and we all ran out to the roof.

"Doctor, what are we going to do?" I asked him, in my head. He nodded to me, his eyes filled with glee and he had a mischievous grin.

We stopped and turned to the girl. She also stopped and looked back and forth between me and the Doctor.

"So, who are you two then, huh?" She asked, out of breath.

"I'm the Doctor and she's the Dreamer Key," he answered and gestured to me. "'Don't think we caught your name"

"Rose. Rose Tyler," She looked really confused. I started to get a mad grin.

"Well then, Rose Tyler," I said, speaking up for the first time.

"Run for your life," the Doctor finished as he took out a small bomb and threw her the plastic arm. She looked at it with wide eyes and took off.

We looked at each other and laughed. I stared at the bomb, "This is going to be great!" I always had a thing for necessary explosions.

He dropped the bomb, grabbed my hand and ran. We ran down to the lift and the Doctor soniced it to make it go faster. We ran out to the streets. We were half way across when:

BOOM!

The shop exploded and we fell to the ground laughing.

"That was brilliant," I said when he was helping me off the ground.

"No, that was fantastic" he grinned and started walking away. I caught up with him and asked if that was a new catch phrase.

"What? No, of course not. Why would I need or want a catch phrase." I was tempted to say, 'because you are a hero,' but I'm sure he wouldn't reply to that well so I just laughed.

"Sure" I said in a teasing voice, "So where are we going now?"

"Back to the TARDIS we-"

"We are finally going to get of this godforsaken planet-" I interrupted. He started shaking his head as soon as I started talking.

"No, no, no," He sighed, "What do you have against this planet anyways."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. He doesn't know the half of it.

We walked the rest of the way in silence.