[Disclaimer: I don't own Wonderfalls or Doctor Who-I just like to pretend I do.

A/N: Takes place post-Wonderfalls and mid-Doctor Who series two.]

A Tale Of Two Tylers

Chapter One: Information Frog

Dr. Ron eyed the new specialist for Jaye Tyler's case with more than a little suspicion. The lanky British man had a habit of fidgeting awkwardly that Ron was sure was a sign of Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, if not acute schizophrenia. And this doctor's associate seemed entirely too young to be working in the field—she couldn't have been over twenty one. But the doctor's paperwork appeared legitimate, and he insisted on including her in the case. And if Ron was being honest with himself, he could use all the help he could get.

Even this help.

"I like your little monkey," Doctor Smith said, picking up the brass paperweight on Dr. Ron's desk. Jaye Tyler still had her monkey, but the doctor had eventually bought another of the same kind to help him get over his recent fear of the object. Doctor Smith seemed to have no such problem.

"A monkey reading!" he enthused. "It's rather genius. Oh, plus he has brainy specs!"

His companion, the blonde Rose Tyler (and wasn't that uncanny, two Tylers in one case?) smiled as though used to such behavior. She turned to Dr. Ron. "And this is the type of thing that 'speaks' to her? One of the 'animals'?"

He nodded. "There doesn't seem to be a limit on what kinds of things speak—any inanimate animal object."

Doctor Smith held the monkey up at eye level and stared it in the face, as if trying to make it speak to him. Dr. Ron couldn't blame the man—the phenomenon was too odd to understand without an attempt at imagination.

"I think it's alien possession," Ms. Tyler declared, and the doctor smiled.

"Very good!" he enthused as she beamed back at him.

They were both insane. And schizophrenic, certainly.

"Uh, well, if you'll excuse me," Dr. Ron began, itching to get out of his office and away from the crazy people (who clearly forged their credentials), "I'll…I'll just be outside."

"Good plan," Doctor Smith murmured, but Ms. Tyler seemed to object.

"Look, Dr. Ron," she said, "I know it sounds mad, but I promise you we're not nutters. Jaye Tyler needs us, and we need you to trust us."

"I do. I will! I do trust you. Just…not in my office. With my file." Dr. Ron grabbed the folder lying open in front of the pair and made a mad dash for the door.

As the door shut behind him, Rose sighed.

"We just made things a lot harder on ourselves," she said.

"Nah, sounds like he already told us everything he knows. Now, let's get Jaye's address and get going!" He looked around the desk.

"Rose, where's the address?"

"In his file."

"Oh."

—

A phone book search and a repositioning of the TARDIS later (a trailer park seemed an appropriate place for the Doctor's mobile home, though he wasn't sure how many here would appreciate that), Rose and the Doctor strode across the High and Dry Trailer Park in search of one Jaye Tyler.

"Er, excuse me," Rose asked an older woman who had just stepped outside of her trailer. The woman was wearing a homey green apron with "Muffin Buffalo" embroidered across the front. Rose liked it better than the "Kiss the Slitheen" ones she had spotted on Raxacoricofallapatorious (no matter how much the Doctor liked "a little shop"), but that wasn't saying much. "Ma'am, can you tell us where Jaye Tyler lives?"

The woman seemed a bit startled, though not unkind. "Sure thing, hon. We don't hear accents like that much around here. Where are you from?"

"London," Rose said.

"Around this time, actually," the Doctor mused.

"You're English? I just love what you people do with breakfast foods! I've been meaning to add a fat-free scone recipe to the Muffin Buffalo cookbook. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Marianne Marie Beattle, but you can just call me Marianne Marie."

The Doctor broke into a grin. "I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose Tyler."

"Rose Tyler—are you a relative of Jaye's?"

"Um…" Rose stammered. "Yeah. On her mum's side. We're cousins. We, uh, haven't seen each other since we were small."

"Oh, that's just wonderful! I love when my family comes to visit. Why just last…" then Marianne Marie paused, as if puzzled. "Sorry doll, did you say you were on her mother's side?"

"Yeah."

"But your last name is Tyler."

"Haha, yeah. Um, that's kind of a coincidence."

"Funny story, actually," the Doctor jumped in, trying to save Rose's disguise. "You see, there was a bit of a mix-up with the birth certificates…er, that's most of the story. Right. So, not to be rude, but do you know where Jaye lives?"

Marianne Marie smiled at the friendly (if slightly odd) man who was clearly not Rose's sibling of any kind. Maybe he was her beau, though he did seem quite a bit older. But she wasn't sure how things were done in England, anyway. "Like I said, sure thing." She pointed at Jaye's blue and silver trailer, remarked that it was nice to meet them, and called out to their retreating forms that they should be sure to try Muffin Buffalo muffins while they were in the country (not that they needed, of course, to lose any weight).

—

Less than a minute later Jaye Tyler heard a knock at her door. The pair (a skinny man with weird hair and an over-mascaraed girl) introduced themselves as the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Jaye didn't know what to think.

"Oh God," she said, suddenly getting it. "You're not related to me, are you?" she asked Rose. "I didn't think I had any European relatives, except for Uncle Jerry, and we don't speak to him anymore."

Rose smiled gently. "No, we're not related."

The Doctor chimed in. "We're here to help you with your…well, I don't want to call it a condition, and problem just sounds a bit rude, and…"

"You're from the government, aren't you?" Jaye balked. "I knew this day would come. I don't have to let you into my trailer. You can't make me talk, you can't—"

Suddenly a small glass frog piped up from her dresser. "Talk," it ribbited for the third time that day.

"I am talking!" she hissed. "To…you," she continued to the Doctor and the girl who was thankfully not her relative. "I'm talking, and I'm asking who you work for!"

The Doctor tried to put a hand on Jaye's shoulder, but she pulled away. "Jaye, we're here to help you. We're not from the government, or Torchwood, or some corporation. We're…we're like freelancers."

Jaye's eyes grew shifty. "Are you going to charge me? What's in it for you?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Oh, nothing really, we just like to help. You see, we think you might—"

"You might want to be sitting down for this, actually," Rose piped up, remembering Dr. Ron's reaction. "Can we come in?"

Jaye eyed the pair. A month ago she would have shut the door on these peoples' faces, but the talking animals and interactions with Eric had made her, loathe as she was to admit it, kind of nice. Almost helpful. Which is the only possible explanation why Jaye Tyler let Rose and the Doctor into her trailer-and changed her life forever.

This is my very first multi-chapter fic (though hopefully not my last!) so comments + critiques would be especially welcome! : )