I'm sorry there's been such a big gap between Hang on in there, and my new story. Stupid really, as I've had this idea for AAAAAAGES!!! Anyway, if you didn't read the first one, this is the sequel to the story I mentioned above. They go together, but this should make sense on it's own. And so…to business. Here is my brand new story!!!! YAY:D Enjoy. Naomi.

Child's Play

The TARDIS was completely silent. It was now four years since the Doctor and Rose's daughter, little Zoë had been born, but she wasn't in the TARDIS at the moment. She was staying at Jackie Tyler's, her beloved grandmother's, and right now, it was just the Doctor and Rose alone in the ship. The couple were at present lying on their backs in their now shared room – Rose's own room was long since abandoned, and now belonged to Zoë – talking idly about anything they could think of. A fly was buzzing around somewhere in the next room.

If you were to look around the TARDIS, you probably wouldn't guess that it's occupants spent most of their time travelling to other planets and stopping huge plots to destroy the universe. True, there were a few alien artefacts around; like that watch thing they had picked up from a planet they visited last week, which didn't actually tell the time, but alerted you if any of your enemies were within a 500m radius of you. It wasn't entirely reliable, but it had saved them on a number of occasions, and had never failed to identify that an enemy was near. The problem was that it reacted to perfectly ordinary everyday things too, and had got terribly worked up when a fly had buzzed across the TARDIS once, causing Zoë to shriek with laughter. It only relented when the Doctor had squashed the thing against the ship's wall. Zoë's toys were scattered here and there, too. It wouldn't've been a problem, except that Rose had nearly broken her neck when she tripped over a stray brick that Zoë had left lying around. The Doctor now cleared up any toys if he saw them lying about – Rose's life was going to be far too short anyway, and he didn't need it shortened by stray building bricks.

Rose snuggled closer to the Doctor, smiling at him. He beamed back.

"What you after?" he asked her, stroking her cheek, and kissing her on top of the head, then turning to face her so that they were nose to nose.

"Oh nothing," she told him "Just happy, really. I mean; four years, and we haven't lost each other or got separated, or anything."

"Oh don't say that," the Doctor told her, and she felt him shudder next to her. "Remember what happened last time: They keep on trying, but I don't think they'll ever separate us…and then look what happened!"

"Right little ray of sunshine you are," Rose teased him, nudging him playfully. He nudged her right back, then leapt out of bed to prevent her from swatting him. She shrieked, and whacked him hard on the head with her pillow, making him stagger backwards into the wardrobe. Abandoning the pillow, she ran over to him, cupping his face in her hands.

"Aww, poor Doctor," she said, kissing him. He kissed her back, deepening it, bringing her closer to him so that you couldn't tell where his body ended and hers began. They might not have long together (in Timelord terms, anyway) but he was going to make every minute count.

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Zoë giggled as her Granddad picked her up and whirled her around, then set her back down on her feet. Her Auntie Daisy, who was only a year and a bit older than her, jumped up and down.

"I want a go!" she yelled, holding out her arms for Pete to pick her up. He smiled, and dutifully picked up his own daughter, too, whirling her around and around. She shouted with delight, and Zoë watched her. Bored, she wandered over to her Grandma.

"When's Mummy coming to get me?" she asked, fixing Jackie with that intense stare of hers, which reminded Jackie of how the Doctor sometimes looked at people, when he wanted information out of them, or when he simply felt like staring at them (although it was only Rose that he ever stared at for the heck of it).

"Why, d'you miss her?" Jackie asked.

"No…I just wondered," Zoë turned away. Then she looked back at Jackie. "Why's that man staring at us?"

Jackie glanced in the direction Zoë was pointing. There was a man there, but he wasn't staring at them. Far from it. He was looking into space, idly feeding the ducks hunks of bread from his pocket. He certainly didn't look suspicious either – just an elderly man out for a stroll. Jackie turned back to her granddaughter, who was still staring at her expectantly. God, that girl was suspicious; but then, things her parents got up to, she'd've been more surprised if she wasn't. How many kids grew up saving the world from aliens?

"Zoë, he's not staring at us," she told her. "He's just at the park, just like us."

Zoë scowled. She hated it when grown ups didn't believe her. She knew what she had seen, it wasn't a mistake. Mummy or Daddy would believe her. She stomped off to join Daisy.

About an hour later, when Daisy and Zoë had finally tired of the swings, the little party of four left the park. That was when the man moved. He had been stock still for the past two hours, whilst Zoë had been in the park, but now he was getting up. He ran his gnarled hands through his silver hair, breathing hard. Abandoning the pond, he begun to walk, hobbling on alternate legs, earning himself some strange looks from passers by. He smiled at them, but his smile was more like a leer. They scattered. He grinned. Just so long as the girl didn't see him…she was a smart kid. Which proved his suspicions. He couldn't believe an ordinary four year old…well he'd have to wait and see. He walked hurriedly after the little family, pulling a phone out of his jacket, and punching in some numbers. He lifted it to his ear with a trembling hand, and spoke into it, his gravely voice muttering quickly down the line. After a moment he snapped it shut, in time to see Zoë disappearing round a bend, holding hands with the other girl. They were laughing and shrieking like any four or five year old girl did. Maybe they were wrong. Only time would tell.