Hey, it's Bellalyse again. I don't own Primeval or Doctor Who, but a girl can dream. This is the sequel to Stranger, but if you haven't read that you can probably still follow the story from here.

This story involves a lot more Primeval than Stranger did (although it appears sort of late), so Primeval fans might find it better than Stranger.

Much thanks to Starswordiscool for helping me in the development of this plot.

Please read and review! It's the only way I can know what I'm doing right and improve what I'm doing wrong.

Allison loved how quickly the Doctor could operate the TARDIS.

His hands could turn cranks and press buttons, pull levers and twist knobs, knowing (with hundreds of years' experience) every move through time and space it would make.

She'd been with him for three days; every day with the Doctor was something new, something magnificent wrapped up in an adventure. Day One: ancient Egypt. Day Two: an alien world called Allira, which had beautiful panoramic sights from its towers reaching several miles above the planet. Day Three: a hike through a Cretaceous-Era forest, with the Doctor pointing out the dinosaurs' genera and species as they passed. She wondered what the Doctor had planned today.

"What do you think of a good, old-fashioned party?"

Allison was torn from her thoughts by the Doctor's question.

"Um-where?"

The Doctor grinned. "I was thinking Las Vegas. Gambling, drinks, and ritzy hotels-then we can spin the TARDIS out to California in a tick and hit the beach tomorrow!"

Allison's mouth fell open. "Like-a real holiday, staying in a hotel-with shampoo in little bottles and room service and cable TV and going to the beach and sleeping in late?"

The Doctor laughed. "Yeah, s'pose so. You like it?"

"I love it, Doctor!" She came up behind him and hugged his waist before releasing him and falling onto the couch. "You are remarkable."

"I bet you say that to all the boys." The Doctor laughed, spinning a dial and pulling a few levers. "I'm gonna have to teach you to fly this thing. I taught Donna-"

He broke off, smiling thinly.

"I'm sorry; I keep bringing her up. I just keep remembering. Every way I look, something reminds me of her. I can't tell you how many times I found a long ginger hair in the TARDIS and just dropped everything to go visit Chiswick, walk past her home."

Allison looked at him sympathetically. "What was she like?"

The Doctor's hands slipped from the controls as he inhaled. "She was incredible. When I first met her, she was sassy, quick, and so lost…she was the sort of person who let life go past her without stopping to realize what she was missing. And then she found me again-the most impossible thing to do, mind you, unless I'm looking for you as well-and she was still sassy, quick, and lost. But we both got better for having each other. I mean-usually my companions fall head over heels in love-I mean, look at me! Can't blame them." He straightened his tie haughtily, and Allison laughed. "With Donna, it was different. According to her family, she used to go around bringing all sorts of men home-but there was none of that, just two best friends seeing the best and worst of the universe together. We understood each other."

Allison smiled gently. "And then she forgot?"

The Doctor cocked his head to the side. "I had to erase her memory."

"What happened?"

Then he was silent, Allison rose to her feet and stepped over to the Doctor, taking his hands in hers. "Doctor, I want to help you through this. I have to help you through it."

"She took my consciousness into her," he said. "All of my memories, all of the emotions that I've felt, and all my knowledge. That's nine hundred and four years' worth of memories within a human skull-it's an impossibility that nature would have resolved quickly with her death. It was already starting to affect her, overloading her brain. I had to wipe her mind of every trace of me-seeing her afterwards, with no idea who I was, was like seeing her catatonic. Sometimes I wish I could forget her; it would be easier than bearing the memories."

Allison raised a hand to his face, stroking a tear from his eye with her thumb. "Never try to forget her, Doctor. She's part of the man you are now, and I wouldn't want to change that for anything."

The Doctor raised his own hand to his face, curling his fingers about hers. "Onward?"

Allison nodded. "Onward."