Hello lovelys! This is the second of the Ashburn Series, a sequel of Guardian Angel. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do.

This is another rewrite, and just like with Guardian Angel, the original version can be found on my profile and will be taken down 24 hours after I finish writing this one. This one won't be too different from the original as I'm not entirely displeased with the original. Some details will be changed though.

Short chapter to start with, they'll get longer.

Please review! You know you want to…

Beatrice and the Doctor ran like hell. They put every ounce of energy they still possessed into their legs and forced it to move as quickly as possible, on foot ahead of the other. They ran and they ran, until finally the TARDIS was in view. When the Doctor was close enough, he started snapping his fingers frantically, wishing with all his might for the doors to swing open. At the last possible second, they did just that. The Doctor quickly let Beatrice take him over and speed in through the doors. He quickly followed, closing the TARDIS doors behind him and locking it quickly. He then ran to his console and started to push in new coordinates to get away from there.

It wasn't until they both heard the comforting sound of the TARDIS engine that they could both finally relax. Beatrice looked up to make eye contact with the Doctor, and when they did, they both burst out into laughter. Beatrice could hardly hold herself up and resorted to sitting down on the floor, clutching her stomach as she did. The Doctor, on the other hand, maintained his ground, though he did have an unnecessarily strong grip on the console.

"I can't believe you did that!" Beatrice said when her laughing had calmed.

"It wasn't on purpose!" The Doctor defended.

"You stepped on that poor dog's tail!"

"I didn't technically step on it. And it wasn't technically a dog."

"It grew to six feet tall and got a second head before chasing us for ten minutes!" Beatrice started laughing again, still finding this world where aliens like that actually existed.

"Some might say he overreacted." Beatrice laughed harder.

"That poor nose-less dog…"

"Don't call them that, Beatrice" The Doctor said with a small smile. "They take offense to that. They're Barcelonians."

"Well, I must admit" Beatrice said, finally settling down. "Up until then. Barcelona was a truly wonderful planet." The Doctor smiled at her.

"I thought you might like it. Where to next? All of time and space to choose from, Beatrice Ashburn. Where should we go next?" Beatrice smile and stared at the crazy man before her. She thought about it, she really though. But only one date came to mind. One date that both terrified her and made her more and more curious.

"In the meantime, when you get the chance, ask him about the date May 14th 1861."

She had tried not to let that date overrule her every waking thought, but somehow it did. She didn't know the woman who had given her the warning. Quite frankly, she didn't want to know her. While Beatrice's mother had always told her never to judge a book by its cover, that woman was not someone Beatrice could see herself trusting in the immediate future.

"I'm dying. And I'm using my last words as a warning."

And yet… that always sent shivers down her spine. She didn't want to trust that woman, but it was hard not to fully embrace the warning. It seemed like a real warning, not a threat or any sign of trickery. It seemed like a good and honest warning. And that was what terrified her the most.

"There were others. Just like you, they followed him blindly into his little blue box and flew away with him. They all end up hurt, one way or another. Some get lost, some leave by choice, and some die. And you're next."

That had replayed in her mind over and over again. It had taken a lot for Beatrice to finally trust the Doctor, and every minute she did she was terrified that he would only end up hurting her. Hurting her like all the others had. Hurting her like he had done to so many before her. And if she was so terrified of being hurt, why was she trusting him? Ever since she had the warning from that woman, that one question kept running around in her head. Why was she trusting him?

"The Doctor. He's not to be trusted. Think about it. What has he actually told you? About anything?"

And what had he told her? He didn't tell her how he knew about her, he just showed her her family. He didn't tell her who he was, or what he was (that part had just slipped out by accident). He didn't tell her how he found her, or how he knew she was in danger. He hadn't told her anything, not even his name. So why was she trusting him?

But then again… why was she trusting that woman? That woman knew her name, and obviously knew something about the Doctor, and yet Beatrice didn't know how. And she left in such a hurry, as if she didn't want to be spotted by the Doctor. So why was Beatrice taking her word over his? She need answers. To all her questions. It would take time, it might even take a lot of persuasion and possibly bribing. She'd have to start simple.

"I have a specific date in mind, actually" Beatrice spoke up.

"Do you? Future, past –"

"Past. Definitely past."

"Oh, so you're a history buff then?"

"Actually, just the contrary. History was my worst subject. I nearly failed my GCSE." The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Alright. What date then?"

"May 14th, 1861." And the look on his face was all the proof she needed. Every doubt she had in her mind that the woman was lying was gone. Every worry that the date would hold something terrible for her was confirmed. The Doctor looked at her in horror, as if she just spoke the worst words in the world. It was almost as if this one date was all of his worst nightmares put together. And Beatrice was terrified, but if it had something to do with her, as she suspected it might to, she needed to know.

"Why that date?" The Doctor asked.

"A little birdie told me it might be an interesting date for me." The Doctor held Beatrice's stare for a moment, not wanting to be the first to break eye contact. But eventually, it all became too much for him. He turned his gaze away and started to walk around the console.

"No, the past is boring. The future, now that's something you all find interesting. What the world will be like, what life for mankind will eventually turn into. That's what you humans always want to know. So, how about the year –"

"1861" Beatrice cut in, with more force this time. The Doctor stopped his pacing, finally understanding he couldn't walk away from this one. "Whatever you're hiding from me, Doctor… whatever you think you're protecting me from in that date… I deserve to know." The Doctor opened his mouth to retort, but Beatrice cut him off. "Especially if it has something to do with me."

"Fine" The Doctor said at last, and Beatrice smiled as the victor. "I'll take you there. But in return, you have to tell me how you knew about that date." Her smile faded.

"Why?"

"Whatever you're hiding from me, Beatrice… whatever you think you're protecting me from… I deserve to know." And hearing her exact words thrown right back at her was like a slap in the face. Beatrice opened her mouth to protest, but the Doctor cut her off. "Especially if it has something to do with me." Beatrice just stared at him, still lost as to what to say. "I need to be able to trust you, Beatrice" The Doctor added.

"Trust me?" Beatrice asked. "You know everything about me."

"No, I don't know everything about you. Not even you know everything about you. And besides, knowing someone doesn't mean you trust them. You could know everything there is to know about someone and still find them the most untrustworthy person in the world. At the same time, you could trust someone you know absolutely nothing about. And Beatrice… it's very important that I'm able to trust you. Because if you continue travelling with me, then one day, my life may very well lie in your hands."

"No pressure then" Beatrice joke, and managed to get a smile out of the Doctor. "Okay" she said at last. "Show me what's so important about that date, and I'll tell you how I know about it. I promise."

"Okay, May 14th, 1861" The Doctor said almost sadly as he moved around the TARDIS console. Beatrice stared at him, the contrast between now and when he was talking about Barcelona only too painfully clear. He looked up at Beatrice with sad eyes, despite the smile on his face. "Geronimo."