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And so begins Part 2

The Christmas Invasion: Part 1

This was wrong, I thought as I watched the man dance around the control, grinning to himself madly, and doing things to the TARDIS console that showed us that he knew what he was doing, but it was wrong. He should be here, and where was the Doctor? Because this man was dressed in his clothing but he wasn't the Doctor...wasn't my Doctor. He was all wrong, and the way that he had appeared was just... I didn't even want to think about it because it was all wrong, and he shouldn't have been right here in the TARDIS.

Because he was wrong. He was my man in the mirror, someone who had haunted me since we had first stepped foot onto Satellite Five. He was someone that I never got to talk to who always disappeared when I had tried to see and was generally very elusive. And now he was here in the flesh and I didn't know what or why he was here. Nothing made sense with all of this and all I needed was the Doctor to come and explain it all, and he was the one person that wasn't right here where I needed him to be. So many unanswered questions which I was sure that he would know the answer to.

And from one look at Rose who was staying very near the pillar, I thought she was probably thinking the very same things as me, bar the thoughts about the man being in the mirror.

"6pm," the man spoke, twirling a dial on the console, "Tuesday...October, 5006, on the way to Barcelona," he staggered back a little to look at us, still grinning as if everything was perfectly all right, which it most certainly wasn't, "Now then, what do I look like?" he held up a hand, "Hold on, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't tell me," Why would I want to tell him what he looked like? He'd been in the bloody mirror all this time, surely he knew exactly what he looked like, that was the point of the bloody mirror! "Let's see," he looked down at himself, "Two legs, two arms, two hands," he twisted his wrist around, "Slight weakness in the dorsal tubercle,"

"What is he talking about?" Rose whispered to me and I shrugged back at her, completely as lost as she was, probably more so because I really had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He seemed to be admiring what he looked like, "What is he, where's the Doctor?" I couldn't answer her, because I didn't know myself, all I got was that there was a profound sense of wrongness about this man, like he was about to burst, and it unnerved me.

He suddenly grabbed his hair, "Hair!" he shouted proudly, "I've got hair, I'm not bald!" he ran his fingers through his hair, making it stick up on end, "Ohh, big hair," he sounded delighted at that, "Sideburns, I've got sideburns," he felt the side of his face, "That, or I've got really bad skin," he patted his stomach, "Little bit thinner," he sounded like a checklist that he was mentally going through, like he hadn't every known what he was before, "That's weird, give me time, I'll get used to it," he suddenly rolled his shoulders back, "I have got a mole, I can feel it," I looked away from him, this was just...creepy, "Between my shoulder blades, there's a mole. That's all right...love the mole," he grinned at us, "So, go on tell me, what do you think?"

"Who are you?" Rose asked him, and his face fell, "No really, who are you, because I've never seen you before and the Doctor's not here any more, and he said he was dying. But who are you because Alice and I have never seen you before and we want to know where the Doctor is,"

"I am the Doctor," he said to us and I shook my head, "Mary-Anne, you know who I am, you know that I'm the Doctor," I didn't look at him, "Mary-Anne?"

I rubbed my fingers through my head, "No, you're not the Doctor, you can't be the Doctor," I informed him, "You're just the man in the mirror that I've been seeing since Satellite Five, you're the the Doctor," a cold trickle entered my blood, freezing me, "But the Doctor knew about me seeing you and not know who you were so what have you done with him? What have you done with the Doctor because I really want to know where he is, and if you'e hurt him then both of us, Rose and I will find him,"

"You saw me," he pointed behind himself at the space where the Doctor had disappeared in that blaze of heat and light, "I changed, right there," he frowned at me, "You told me that you had seen a man in a mirror, I didn't realise that you had been talking about me. How interesting, seeing what I looked like before I had actually happened," he leaned towards me, "Although what was I doing in a mirror in the first place?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no," I interrupted him, waving a finger at him, "No, I did not tell you, I told the Doctor while he was working on the Delta Wave, he was not you," I walked back to stand next to Rose, "And what do you mean, talking about seeing you before you had happened. I saw you in a mirror, I did not see you anywhere else until you decided to come into the TARDIS and the Doctor disappeared, because you still haven't told us where he is,"

Rose bit her lip, "We saw him, sort of explode," she said quietly, "And then you replaced him, like a teleport or a transmat, or a body swap or something," she stared at him, before poking him in the chest, making him sway slightly back. "You're not fooling us, we've seen all sorts of things. Nanogenes...Gelth...Slitheen," a penny seemed to drop in her mind, "Oh my God, are you a Slitheen?" she demanded of him, "Because you should know that we know how to get rid of Slitheen very easily,"

I leaned over to her, "He's not a Slitheen, he's a bit too thin," I muttered to her but the man must have heard me, because he nodded pointing to me, "He's the man in the mirror that I've been seeing for months," I looked at him, "Send him back," I told him, "Please, just send him back,"

"Mary-Anne, Rose, it's me," he insisted, leaning forward, "Honestly, it's me, I was dying, and to save my own life I changed my body. Every single cell, but..." he shrugged helplessly, "It's still me," I refused to budge, and he walked forward to me, "If I'm not the Doctor, then how can I remember this?" he looked at me, "The very first word I ever said to you, when we were all trapped in that cellar, surrounded by shop window dummies," he looked away for a moment, "Oh, such a long time ago, I took your hand," he placed his hand in mind, "And I said one word, just one word. I said...run," I stared at him, "Hello,"

"Doctor?" I whispered and he grinned at me, "Is it really you?" he nodded, and I let out a long sigh, stumbling back slightly, and running my hands through my hair in agitation. Nothing really made sense with him, and I was still so confused. Nothing here any any sense now.

"And we never stopped, did we?" the other Doctor rattled off around the console madly, "All across the universe, running, running, running," he hit several buttons on the sides, looking so at home in rattling around, even if he was still in the Doctor's clothing, "One time we had to hop..." he started hopping on one foot, "Do you remember, Mary-Anne? Hopping for our lives?" Neither Rose nor I reacted to that, just stared at him, "Yeah, all that hopping for your life? With the..." he stood still, "No?"

"Can you change back?" Rose asked him.

He stared at us, "Do you want me to?" he inquired and we both nodded, "Oh, that's a problem," he scratched behind his ear, and I watched him carefully, "I can't..." he grimaced slightly, looking at both of us, "One way journey really, can't change all my cells back to what I was. It's a bit like baking a cake, you can't get the sugar and flour back after baking it all in the oven. Just like this where you can't go back," he glanced slightly at the floor, "Do you want to leave?"

"Why?" I turned to look at him directly, "Do you want us to leave here?" I placed my hands in my pockets and felt the fogwatch which was there. I twisted it in my hands, thinking of an easier time where this could have all been explained normally.

"No, of I don't," the new Doctor said emphatically, "But...your choice," he stared at me, and I met his eyes, "If you want to go home," I averted my eyes, and he tapped a couple of buttons, "Cancel Barcelona, let's change it to London, the Powell Estate..." he looked up briefly, "Let's say the 24th of December. Consider it a Christmas present," he stood up straight, folding his arms, as if he was defending himself against the both of us, "There, done,"

"We're going home?" Rose asked him. I resisted the urge to chuckle, travelling in the TARDIS made you forget about Christmas and other holidays like that. If we were going linearly then we were technically still in August, and yet we jumped around so much while travelling that it could be any time of the year.

The Doctor nodded, "It's up to you," he informed us, "Back to your mum, it's all waiting, fish and chips, sausages and mash, beans on toast," he blinked, "No, Christmas! Turkey!" he stopped for a moment, "Although...having met your mother, nut loaf might be a lot more appropriate," my mouth twitched slightly at that, "Was that a smile?" I turned away from him, covering my mouth from him, not allowing him the satisfaction of seeing me smile at that, "That was a smile...you smiled,"

"No, I didn't," I defended slightly, "I didn't smile,"

"Oh come, I only changed, I didn't..." he suddenly retched slightly, and the TARDIS shuddered violently. Rose and I shared a look at each other, and the Doctor shook his had, "I said I didn't..." he retched violently again, with the TARDIS shaking again. This wasn't good, "Oh dear," I heard him say, and then blow out a stream of golden light that filtered off into the TARDIS console, "Ohh...the change is going a bit wrong and all,"

Rose crept forward slightly, "Are you all right?" she asked him, and he made a sputtering noise which didn't sound totally pleasant, "Look...maybe we should go back...let's go and find Captain Jack, he'd know what to do," my head snapped to look at her, I had forgotten that she didn't know what had happened to Jack with the Daleks, she had arrived far too late to destroy them before he had died. I faintly wondered what they were going to do back in the Year Two Hundred, One Hundred, how exactly they were supposed to recover from the demise of the Games.

However the Doctor didn't seem to be truly listening, "Gah, he's busy. He's got plenty to do with rebuilding the Earth!" I stared at him, he seemed to be out of his mind if he had forgotten what had happened to Jack. I watched as he placed his hands to his knees, like he was going to be sick before catching a glimpse of a lever on the console, "Oh, I haven't used this one in years," he said before flicking it, and I was almost knocked off my feet as the TARDIS lurched to the side.

I grabbed the railings as the Doctor rocketed around the place, "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded of him, and he laughed crazily.

"We're putting on a bit of speed!" he crowed triumphantly, "That's it," the shaking within the TARDIS grew, and I clutched harder onto the railings, "My beautiful ship! Come on, faster! That a girl!" he was growing manic, hitting as many buttons as possible, "Come on, faster!" he looked over at us "Want to break the time limit?!"

"Stop it!" Rose shouted at him.

"Ahh, don't be so dull!" he snapped back at her slightly nastily, and yet still completely crazy, "Let's have a bit of fun! Let's rip through that vortex!" he staggered forward looking sane, "The regeneration's gone wrong," he told us, "I can't stop myself," he bent forward in pain, "Ahh my head!" and then he sprung up again, "Faster! Let's open those engines!" a bell sounded from somewhere, and he laughed violently, "We're going to crash land! This is brilliant,"

I pushed myself over to the console to look at him, "Then stop it," I said to him, "Do something to stop this, Doctor!" he was scary with the way that he was acting, like he was completely out of control with whatever he had going on in his head. The other Doctor wouldn't have ever done this, he had been far too sensible to do this.

He looked over at me with a grin, "Too late," he announced proudly, "We're out of control!" he ran around again, "Oh, I love it! Hot dawg," he span around in a circle, before pressing more buttons, "Hold on tight!, here we go! Christmas Eve," he laughed manically and suddenly the whole TARDIS lurched violently before coming to a juddering stop.

I fell onto the ground, rolling slightly, and saw that Rose had fallen down near me, "Is it me, or has he completely changed?" she asked me and I pressed my head against the grill under me, "What happened on Satellite Five and who is the man in the mirror? You never told me anything about it," I forced myself to get up, only to see the Doctor walking towards the door, "What happened to you back there, because you seem different," she placed a hand on my shoulder and I flinched involuntarily, still remembering the darkness that I had been trapped in, "Where did you go?"

"A long way away," I said to her briefly before walking towards the door, "We can talk later, I think we've got a little more of a problem on our minds at the moment than what happened on Satellite Five," It wasn't the truth, but I didn't want to have to think about this right at the very moment, "Come on,"

We walked out of the TARDIS only to find the Doctor passed out on the ground, surrounded by Mum and Mickey. Typical, we really ought to have known that they would have been involved in this, "What happened?" Rose asked, shutting the door behind her, "Is he all right?"

"I don't know, he just keeled over," Mickey said, looking up at us, "But who is he? Where's the Doctor?" he looked behind us as if the other Doctor would walk out behind us.

"That's him," Rose told them, looking down at the unconscious Time Lord that had collapsed in the middle of the Powell Estate, "That's the Doctor,"

"What do you mean?" Mum demanded, in her usual voice, "What do you mean, that's the Doctor...Doctor Who?"

For once, I had to agree with my Mum, that question was probably more poignant now than it had ever been since I had met him. He had completely changed and I didn't know whether he was still the same person or whether he had changed to the man that had taken me so far through the universe and shown me the wonders throughout time.

Who exactly was the Doctor?

Ahh so many question and so many things to think about. Onwards and upwards dear people and do tell me what you think about this like always. I do like hearing feedback and I will try and answer them...unless their spoiler based in which I can't help you there.

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