Enjoy! Took me over a couple of weeks for this two parter, here's the first part!

Note: This is a revised version as I felt that there were some things missing that should be addressed for this chapter. And I felt that this should have gone in a different direction than it was going to head.

Also, Doctor Who is finally back on the air!

And now the series is over until Christmas, look way down this page as to why I'm revising this again.


A lurker watched from the shadows as the two boisterously laughing men finally left the nearby tavern, unfortunately, for the lurker, with a boyish haired subdued brunette in tow, whose style of dress gives her the appearance of a lady of the night.

She curled her lip in slight disdain at the sight. She will never truly understand the talking apes's need to look for potential mates that are already claimed. Or the need for it altogether. She felt that the factor in question would interfere with one's mind to process reason, and ability to observe as astute.

As it happened, she is able to observe more with a clearer mind. Such as the case with McDougal and Jones, two workmen that dealt with human waste, not a particularly aspiring job, to be sure, but a necessity in these times, and were apparently close friends, who are tied together in this scandal.

One of the men, McDougal, had murdered a man in the middle of the night. In fact, she was present to see the aftermath, just as she was finishing a debt that had her needed at the Wharf. She had read in the early paper that the other man drowned. She had also heard of their last conversation, just before the other man's death. Of course, it became under investigation as he apparently was called away from a telegram from an unknown source. She had only found it out mere days later from his wife, after making sure to investigate everything of the dead man.

The other one, Jones, he had multiple affairs with different wifes, all of them the same type, as she had noted from her watching of Jones. He is tied to McDougal's case as the man in the Wharf was mistaken for the man having relations with McDougal's wife, which, from a maid she had asked of her services, found through the wife's journal, was, unfortunately, his friend and coworker.

Scotland Yard are still looking for the perpetrator, even with their top men. Of course, she has every intention to turn them over to the Yard, but it seems that with the addition of this woman, between them, will make things even more complicated.

The young woman's back seem straight and alert for a woman that appears to be going off for a hard night's work, judging by the light makeup she had on her dainty face. That, by all apperences, was done on short notice by an ape who's a novice in the art of painting faces. She seemed to be sexually excited, indicated by the dilated look in her eyes, though she doesn't smell the correct scent that would indicate that. Her scent was more of sweat of a heavy worker, mixed with a long dried male's excitement, not too long ago, in fact. And she seemed self-assured, by the long strides she's taking in her walk.

Still not wanting to let the men walk away into the night, the lurker started to move with them, hidden by the shadows, from street to street, until they've reached an abandoned building on a deserted street, devoid of the voices that plagued the streets before. To the lurker's surprise, the woman was walking ahead, reaching the door and knocked four times, then paused for five seconds, then knocked six times.

The woman turned back around to the men, crooking her finger, while giving them a seductive smile.

The men were hesitant for a moment, sharing questioning glances, Jones more so, but they walked ahead.

The door opened, leading the men inside, but the woman stopped halfway through the threshold, whispering something to the male that answered the door. The woman took a step back and the door swiftly closed. Muffing the screams of the two men.

Without pausing, The woman's head turned towards the corner of a dark, dank street, right where the lurker is staring back at her.

The lurker licked her lips as she stepped back a few steps. Just to be cautious.

The woman, still intently looking at the spot, tilted her head at the lurker, took a few steps forward. Her still dilated eyes narrowed at the lurker, who seems to be capable to look in the dark.

The lurker frowned. 'Of course,' she thought. She walked backwards towards the other street, dark and empty street. As if the sky agreed with her, raindrops fell rapidly to give her more cover, as the moon is hidden by the clouds. She will investigate from the other side of the warehouse.

The woman instantly ran towards her.

The lurker heard the oncoming footfalls racing towards her. Acting on instinct, the lurker carried on, turning towards another street. It's not as if she wasn't being cautious, she had even made the decision to dress in all black, including a veil, to give her more than enough of an advantage.

The lurker stopped at a dead-end. trying make sure to memorize this unknown location, along with the recent new streets that she found. She never knew London would be as large as a city as she imagined. She felt a chill blowing gently in her exposed face. It doesn't matter to her, what matters is that the woman was more than she suspected.

"Oi!" The lurker looked towards the woman, who's walking slowly holding a piece of metal in her hand. "Listen here, Leapin' Lizard." The woman said in the strangest Hampshire accent that she has ever heard of, even from the drunkards. "They don't want your kind around here, so yer bett - er leave here on yer own," The woman holds out the piece of metal. "If you're not that co-operable, maybe in pieces." The woman charged towards the lurker.

The lurker strikes out her long whip of a tongue at the woman, which caused her to fall onto the cobblestone pavement. With the rain falling at a rapid pace, it caused the lurker to walk carefully towards the woman.

The woman looked up at the green-skinned woman without fear. "Go on ahead, it's not like yer can do any more dam-age."

The lurker looked at the woman. Particularly her eyes, as they seemed to be in the same state as they were when she first saw them, but tinted grey, now that she has a better look. "Oh lookie heere. The lurking monster doesn't want me flesh then, yeah? Or do you prefer the ones with more.. experience?"

The lurker leaned closer to the woman, until the woman can see the scaly green-skinned face, not looking at the woman in fear, or disgust, but simple curiosity.

"I do not wish to harm you nor let you go, for the moment. Will you tell me as to why you were taking those man into that building?"

The woman stared at her for a long moment. Then she blinked, revealing her natural brown eyes. "Help me, Miss! I can't stay like this for long. Just for a few moments. He has final control. " She said in an American accent, a very familer one at that.

The lurker regarded her carefully. The voice of the woman seemed to be more natural to her lips, her cut of hair seemed to be recent, judging by the fact that, even with the sudden downpour, she has the faint air of the soaps made in Warrington. So she has been busy. Her stance seemed to be more lax than before. And her eyes, so much stress in her young eyes. "I will do my best, but I will need your full cooperation, now, how many more of you are like this?."

The woman looked back at the lurker, her now grey eyes dilated. "'Ello, monster. I cannot wait for my Master to get his hands on you."

The lurker has made her decision. "I do not wish to hear any more of your prattling words. It grates the mind akin to a parasite.."

Without further thought, She slugged the woman, who is knocked out instantly. Without another word, the lurker threw the woman over her shoulder. As much as she would liked to have solve the case, finding out this mystery is vastly more important, especially if it deprive her of her victories.


As she fell into the ... well, she really doesn't know what it is, something felt different about the trip this time around for Faith Harrington.

To her, right now, it's like... going down a fast roller coaster around 63 miles an hour. And when reaching the bottom, it turned into bumper cars, but stranger. Faith felt like a sucking vacuum trying to pull her in. But, before she can, another vacuum opens up and pulls her away from one vacuum, some other portal, presumably, and so on and so on. Or it seems to be more like she's the metal pinball that's being stopped from reaching her destination, the hole that will end all of her tossing and turning. All the while, she started to feel the familiar gurgling of undigested food trying to make a reappearance in her mouth.

One thing that she took quickly note of, at least her subconscious wasn't cruel enough to mind warp her into thinking that she was back in her small yellow house. She may have had her eyes closed, but that's doesn't make her realized any less as to where she is.

Faith raised her hand to massaged her throat, as she definitely felt something daring to resurface itself into her throat.

As she tried to, what felt akin to a current caused her to head towards it. and it seems that this is the end of the line for her. She covered her arms for brace of impact.

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March 20, 1885, London

A long haired brunette woman in a maid's outfit is taking down the clothes she had tented outside as her employer predicted that it would rain in a short while. And, from the short time that she knew him, she know to trust his word. She smiled softly as she finished collecting the clothes, she headed towards the house.

A bright blue light the size of a horse stopped her. She turned around, her eyes widening as she saw the bright coloured opening filled with a mixture of blue and white light. The next thing she knew, a underclothed woman popped out of the light, coated in red light for a moment before falling at the maid's feet, the light disappearing in a blink of an eye. She groaned out loudly in pain, muttering something about a pin attached to a ball. The portal closed in on itself.

Dropping the clothes, the maid crouched down to take a closer look at the blonde woman, whose eyes seemed to be half-opened from shock and pain.

She seemed to take it as a good sign, as she started to talk to the fallen woman. "Miss, please, hold on, I'll get you inside and I'll find help, yeah?"

The blonde woman's response is to sit up, turned to her side and spew coloured bits from her mouth.

As if the sky was listening in, the rain finally decided to make an appearance.

"Hoo, boy." The maid fanned herself as the blonde woman had finished spewin', her coughing during the last stretch. "Let's get yer in." With a bit of strength that she never thought she had in her, pulled the strangely dressed woman up, slinging an arm over her shoulder and they headed into the house. The maid took note of the way that the blonde woman is walking, tired and leaning too much on her right foot to walk.

"Am I... home yet?" The blonde woman whispered.

The maid gave her a sympathetic smile, trying to open the door, while holding on to a barely aware woman. "No, at least, I do not think so. But don't you worry, you'll be taken care of.

"Who... who are you?"

"Jenny Flint. What about your, sweetheart?" Jenny walked closer to the maid's quarters.

"Faith Harrington..." The woman that identified herself as Faith, trailed off because she became a lot heavier and less responsive. Jenny helped get into the room.


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Faith screamed as she fell from the orange portal, luckily falling on long grass, cushioning her fall. A wave of nostalgia hit her, harder than the soft landing. She sat up as she saw the portal disappeared in front of her. As it faded away, she saw the mountains and the familiar sky that was obscured. She grinned in relief, she's home. She finally made it.

She stood up and, stretching her entire body, doing a twirl in the process. The sky, the ground on her feet, it felt like home. She stopped just in case anyone that she's not close friends with had seen her. 'If that every happened', she thought, 'They would not let that disappear from their minds.' She looked at the quiet sight. She heard the familiar noises of wildlife that she was used to, but something in her mind tells her that this is off.

"Correctamundo Faitharenooo!" Faith jumped as she heard the sudden booming English voice.

"What the hell?" She looked around. To her right, is normal jungle trees and wildlife. To her left, Faith stopped as she looked at... Johnny Depp with his Captain Jack Sparrow clothes. She blinked in disbelief. No, it's... David Tennant in his Peter Vincent's Vegas act outfit that looks like a knock off of the rum loving pirate. Her eyes lingered on the leather pants for a moment. Her eyes snapped back to him. Damn him and his leather.

"Right," The man said, slightly irritated. "shouldn't say those words anytime soon. Or ever."

"Am I..." She looked back at the scenery, then at the man. "Either this is a weird fantasy side effect thingy or I made it back here and brought a Captain Jack Expy with me."

"Oi! I'm not identical to that dancing q... o - " He caught sight of his clothing. "Oh, you meant the pirate. Well, I'll concede that it's an interesting costume."

Faith barked out a laugh, despite herself. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation." She belatedly recognized the voice from her recent talkings. She snapped her fingers in response. "I knew it sounded familiar. It's been ages since that movie. I didn't think my memory would be this bad."

"Enough reminiscing then, yes?" He didn't wait for her response. "Good, now, how are you feeling at this moment?"

"Are you kidding me? It's only been a couple of hours and I'm more than homesick." The whole scenery changed from them on a nearby mountain, to being just a few feet away from the small cul-de-sac full of small yellow houses. She sadly smiled as she saw her and Carmen walking ahead to the gazebo to meet with Henry and Lewis after - she furrowed her brows, trying to remember what has happened. It was only ten days ago, before the wedding, how could she forget. "I want to go back, more than anything."

Peter, or the loony voice in her head, seeing at it's not really the character from the Fright Night remake, gripped her shoulder in response to her words. "Which is why finding the Doctor has to be your number one concern at the moment, to find him, and to make sure to set things right."

"Yeah," She laughed in disbelief. "I'm the expert on finding the Doctor. You're loco in the coco, if you think that. Wait." She turned back to Not Peter. "You're in my head, and I'm talking to you as if you're an actual person. Huh." Faith looked on as she saw herself and Henry, when her and Carmen reached the gazebo, she inspected him, to see if he had any injures because of the attack of... something. 'Damn it, I'm not middle-aged yet,' She thought in frustration.

"You're okay." She said to him, flatly. He nodded, slightly worried. "You could have died! And don't you sugarcoat this, Henry Davis Bloom! It was a close call and you know it!"

"But that's in the past, Faith. All that matters is the here and now."

"This isn't a joke, Henry. You could have been killed!"

Faith looked at her wonderful guy, who's still recovering, but didn't had the chance to tell her yet.. "Oh, my Henry." She's still a bit unnerved at seeing herself, but if she has more than an idea as to the weirdness of the mind. She is hearing them in that echoy tone used on nineties comedy shows.

"And I'm still standing." He saw the anger, the worry growing on her face. "Faith.."

Carmen and Lewis took it as their cue to leave the small gazebo. Faith smiled at her friends, then frowned as they seemless disappeared into thin air.

Faith stared Henry down. "This wasn't some run of the mill baddie! I knew where it came from, and what it wanted, I thought that, seeing as you knew this about me so much longer, that you could have waited for five minutes before going off of your own to talk about this!"

"I had to act fast, Faith. It's not like I planned for this to happen."

Faith sat down next to him, looking away from him, leaning against his shoulder. "8 more seconds and you would have been either dead here or dead in another universe!" She said softly.

Henry looked at her, feeling the metaphorical weight on his shoulders. "Sometimes we have to act fast, Faith. It came here, without aim or reason. As far as I know."

Faith closed her eyes in a mixture of relief and worry. "Yeah, as far as you know." She said gravely. "You did what you had to do, I understand. That was close thought."

"Yeah it was." He kissed her on the top of her head.

She looked up at him, wanting him to promise to try to not get himself into that situation, but who was she kidding.

"What?" Henry moved slightly, stretching his sore back.

"I think we'll be having more of those 'close calls', the unplanned kind of ones, and it could be the end of the line for one of us someday." She looked off into the distance, recalling painful recent memories.

Henry held onto her tighter, not trying to convince her that she's wrong. Because he still remembered all those deaths of their loved ones. She still does. What would be the point of it?

Faith smiled sadly as she saw her slighty younger self and her husband holding each other. She blinked. Boyfriend, she meant. 'How can we get married on an island?'

"Amplifier was a bit off... better check if the synapses are all ali- " She heard the loony voice that's not Peter, muttered.

"What?" Faith was jolted out of her thoughts as she saw him, her memories of her home disappearing behind her. They were back at the clearing, but the sky became darken with the indications of an oncoming storm. She looked up at the sky, having never seen her home with this type of weather before.

"Nothing." He dismissed. "Faith," She heard the voice, or Non Peter, said. "Remember this moment. And remind yourself that this isn't the end of the line for you. Now, you have the will along with the way, there's nothing for you to worry about. When you get everything sorted out, With everything of you intact, you'll find him again and tell him how very wrong of you two to assume."

She felt his hand on her forehead. She has the strength. For every one of her friends, and Henry.

She felt herself feeling free-falling, a presence in her being lifted, though not completely, as if her heart is crying out in pain.

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- - - - 5 - -8

Faith blinked as her eyes adjusted to the brightly lantern litted room, taking in the antiques that she remember from a museum, long along in her childhood. 'Well, still not back yet.' She thought with a grimace as she started to shift her weight. She hissed as she felt a pain in her side and left leg. She gripped on the end of the slightly lumpy bed.

"Oh my head." Faith weakly said, as she stretched her back. 'bumbs and bamboo, Ten and evil beard, Henry and.. And family' "Hen.." Her hand went to her throat, to massage the soreness out. 'Dr..'

"Oh dear," Faith heard the noise of metal cluttering and a light cockney accent. "Hold on, will ya?" The dark-haired woman said as she walked to another open door in front of her, but from the light emitting from that room, she assume that it's connected to the one that she's in.. "I should've expected you to be up and about, what with those strange trousers you have on." Faith looked at the woman in alarm. 'Well, she thought quickly. 'That wasn't a part of the dream them.' "Oh, don't you fret. I'm not one to judge. Thought I have to say, I've never seen your type of clothing before."

Faith kept gaping at the woman, not because she saw her clothes. The woman that's in front of her is Jenny Flint, one-third of the Paternoster gang, a spin-off that she hoped would have come true, but that's besides the point. The point is that at least it gives her more than enough of a hint that she may be in the Victorian Era. But 'When' is another pressing question, especially if she kills a gaggle of variable butterflies by doing so.

'Oh my god,' She thought to herself. "Thank you." She managed to say to her cockney idol, hoping she didn't sound horrified as she does on the inside.

Jenny took her response as Faith still recovering from her nasty fall, which she isn't wrong, just not the only thing that's on her mind. "So, as we're waiting for the Doctor to come by, here's a bit of dinner for ya. " She went to a small wooden table where a tray with a plate of fresh cheese and sausages, along with a tall glass of water rested on the smooth pine. "And I expect to see an empty plate, this'll get you a bit of strength back into ya." Faith opened her mouth to protest. "And don't you say that you already had a kip, if yer did, you wouldn't look as pale ya do right now. "

Faith furrowed her brow at the sentence, but her stomach and dry throat agreed with Jenny. "Thank you so much." Jenny handed her the tray.

"When you've finished, I will have already have the water prepared for you to take a bath." Faith opened her mouth to protest, but Jenny wouldn't have it. "And don't say no, miss. It looks like you need a good one." Jenny left the room, leaving the door ajar.

'I should have asked for a mirror,' Faith thought, touching her temple tentatively .' If they even have hand mirrors in this time? Maybe? I'll try to bring it up in conversation.'

She looked down at her tray, her hunger getting the best of her, all this emptyness and cold feeling and she used the metal silverware to take a bite out of the sausage. She moaned out in surprise. 'This is so delicious!'. It felt as if this was made for royalty from the most dedicated chefs, not from a maid from the Victorian Era, that was made for her just to have something in her stomach.

She finished the plate quickly and topped it off with the water which felt almost as rich as the fresh water springs from back home.

She set the plate and glass aside from her, on the tray. 'Wait,' She thought. 'Food's not even that advanced yet. That can't be right.' The fact that she ate enough of the food, and her friend's leftovers, because it was THAT good and she's comparing what pretty much is breakfast at night, to royalty.

Her eyes wandered around the room and spotted her unknown satchel on the floor. Still wondering as to what's going on, and still remembering what has happened during her dream thing through the 'in-between', a name she quickly decided on until she can find the Doctor and find its true name, she grabbed the satchel from the ground and plopped in on top of her legs.

She opened the bag, expecting for it to be a few things, as the bag felt pretty light. Even with the lit candles, she can't see the lining of the bag.

She puts her arm in the bag to see if perhaps there's a reasonable explanation for a bag that she hadn't seen before, in her possession, that looks as a pitch dark night in the jungle. She felt a familiar string, with it's fringe tickling her hand. She quickly pulls it up to show that it's her ball and twine, a woolly string with a metal ball tied at each end.

That she left in a clear container, in her closet, with the rest of her hunting gear.

She quickly puts it back, closed the bag and looked at it. Everything about it screams normal, even thought this is the first time that she's had a satchel, since being a kid. She always used backpacks, especially since treking around in the jungle for all those years. She held it up over her head and lightly shook it. Not a chunk, clatter, or even a thunk. She set it back down on the bed.

Faith started to massage her temple in bemusement as Jenny came back into the room, with a pot of boiling water, with a blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips. "Oh, I see you ate. Sorry, it was all I had cooked. Now if you can get up and follow me."

Faith set the satchel down. And smiled at her. "The food was great. Don't worry." She shifted as she said this, grimacing slightly.

"Oh, that has to be checked, for sure. Try moving slower, Miss Harrington."

Faith did as she asked, because as much as she has to find the Doctor, she's only human, and she's not in the best of shape to be running off.

And if she landed in a time where she's talking to one half of one of her favorite lesbian super couple, then she has to learn more of what time she's in, just to be sure she's not messing with some butterflies of time. And maybe, given the opportunity here, to fangirl a bit.

"Just Faith." She made it to the side of the bed. "And I'll call you Jenny."

A bit of blush appeared on Jenny's face as she sets the pot down. "Oh, it's not necessary, Miss Harrington."

"Yeah, well, I want to." Faith stood up and leaned on Jenny's shoulder. "It's nice to be on first name basis," '...with one of the Paternoster gang.' Jenny helped her walk into the bathroom, while Faith tried to focus on how is she going to find the Doctor, as she's not entirely sure as to what year she's in, and if he's even in London at all.

Jenny gave a small smile. "Don't worry Miss Harrington, The Doctor will be on his way here to check up on you."

"Thank you very much." Faith couldn't help but give a small smile back, to reassure her. Even if it's against all odds, she wished that finding the Doctor would be that easy. But at least a bath might sooth her legs. "And it's Faith, Jenny."

- - - - 5 - - -8

Jenny left to wash her clothes, which Faith remembered to empty out her jeans and told Jenny to put them on the bed, next to the satchel, just in case if she managed to lose her things in the bigger on the inside satchel, leaving Faith to enjoy a few moments in the claw feeted roll top bath.

Faith took a deep breath, shuddering at the cold air in the room, and crawling feeling she'd gained. One look at her arm and she swatted the little black dotted bugs who decided to join her. She made a face as she looked at the red dead bug guts.

Not wanting to be like a sitting duck, she took the cloth that Jenny showed her and started to scrub the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to get her mind to relax from... everything. And to focus.


A brown long-haired man got out of a black carriage, on Baker Street, paying the driver quite handsomely.

The driver nodded in earnest. "Thank you sir, May you have a pleasant evening."

The brown-haired man curtly nodded, clearly seeing the man's smile despite the pouring rain. "Best of luck to the misses. "

With that, the driver drove into the night, the man waited until the carriage drove far ahead to walk towards 107 Baker Street. Heading towards the house, he walked away from the door towards the side. He stopped in the yard and sniffed the air.

He tasted the bit of diluted artron energy and London, a newer London, with just a hint of a Tropical aftertaste. He walked closer towards the source, almost tripping on a 21st century bow and arrow handler.

He stopped two feet ahead, figuring out that this is the strongest point. He strokes his cheek, deep in thought. It seems that it was active a while ago, that's was when he had to stop what he was doing, which was a shame, really, he was close as to figuring out what was going on with those grey eyed blokes.

He sighed. Now he has to deal with two things. He slightly grinned. He'd always liked to multitask.

He started to walk away, glancing at the bow and quiver below. He stopped, turning back to the scene, tapping his head away, rummaging through his head, something that he's missing.

He walked back and forth, careful to not pace as quickly. Well, he can't really be too sure as to what happened as it has recently happen, and the residual energy is a bit common. Nothing too much that stands out. The rain fell on top of the bow, making a slight pitter patter sound.

He took out a metal instrument that emitted a sonic sound and started to inspect the spot. His eyebrows shot up as he saw the readings.

His eyes glanced down at the bow and quiver in front of his feet. "Fantastic!" He said sarcastically, slightly stomping his foot.

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Date: August 23, 1974

"Oww." Faith said slightly as she puts the pricked finger to her mouth to sooth. She shook it, careful to not move too much on the grey, uneven rock, as the sewing work that she has in front of her could result in losing her place, or worse, her handmade pants.

"You pricked yourself?" Henry said loudly, from his spot where he was taking his waterfall shower.

"Yup," She popped the 'p' as she started to find her needle. "Don't worry, Hendy D, nothing to worry, nothing to hide."

"You can join me when you're done." He said happily, without a care.

Faith gave him a smile, the slight wind blowing on the stray hair that came loose from her ponytail. "Lookout remember, the little deers and boar don't cook themselves." She grabbed the needle, ready to finish fixing that patch. "Besides, Eloise Hawking could come by at anytime."

"Oh, alright. But we have to try doing this together one of these days."

Faith had two more stitches to finish. "Yeah, I'll keep that as a suggestion to Widmore, having mass showers." She giggled as she finished the patch, albeit with a crooked stitching. "Finally." She stood up to put her pants back on. "I swear, I thought Janelle's lesson wouldn't pay off, well, I can be wrong at least once." She wobbled slightly as she grabbed the piece of string to tie together with the loops that she also had the chance to fix. She sat down to finish working on sharpening her arrow head, with a large piece of rock right next to her to scrap it.

"Everyone can be wrong. They just have to own up to their mistakes."

"You got that right, sweetie." She frowned as she recalled the last few weeks. "Isn't it interesting that Richard managed to remembered us, and ... I don't know, it's just seems a bit.. Weird. Trusted us in quite a lot of things."

"Well, you're the one that know him a whole lot better than me, do you think he's someone not to put our trust in?"

"Well," Faith stopped scraping and looked ahead to see Henry, who seems to be almost finishing up. "He is, from the short three times I managed to know him, but, Henry, this side wasn't explored, yes mostly everyone that's accounted for are here, but they never showed how was their way of life , mentions here and there, but nothing too much. That's the problem. Me not really knowing what's going to happen for the next three years." She turned back and half heartily started working on the arrowhead.

"Is that so bad?" Faith looked up to see a very clean Henry. "You can't be Sherlock Homes all the time, knowing the solution before anyone know what the problem is. Remember I wasn't even suppose to be here, and everything turned out a bit better from what you watched?"

Faith nodded. "Okay, yeah." Faith looked around for his clothes. "So, Watson, " She hands him the clothes, making a big sweeping gesture to where her arrowhead work layed and the recently cut bamboo. "As I shall be busy taking advantage of the local water system, will you be more than capable of finishing my work load?" Faith said in an above average Estuary English accent.

"I will do my best, Miss Homes." Henry tried to copy to a similar accent, which resulted in sounding different area all together.

"We should probably practice on that." Faith turned around, waiting for her boyfriend of three months to put his clothes back on. "Hurry up Watson! Homes's gotta shower!"

"It's not like we haven't done anything... indecent before."

Faith couldn't help the grin breaking out of her mouth. "Yeah, but I really need to take a shower today, I'm getting worried about the bugs that was in my hair earlier."

"Understood." Faith heard the distinctive rustle of clothing being put on. She turned back around and quickly gave Henry a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Also don't forget the line thing for the arrow head." Faith walked towards the edge of the water and started to strip.

"It has a name!"

"Do you remember what it was?"

"No..."

"Arrow line, then." With that, Faith walked into the water, turning as to swim towards her natural shower.

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- - - - 5 - - 8

Jenny was in the kitchen, preparing more water for the lovely blonde, before going to the laundry room to wash her wet clothes that Jenny left in a weaved basket. She hummed as she busy herself. Just only a few weeks and she has never been as excited until she had gained her job.

Heavy footstep heralded the arrival of her brown long-haired master.

Jenny smiled at him. "Good evening,"

He grinned. "Right back at ya."

"You seem to be in good spirits. Did you find something?"

"Maybe," He said happily.

"Maybe? For the case, or not?" Jenny tried to remembered how she managed to wash leather from the last time she washed a coat similar to this. Well, different colour and shape though.

"Well, I 'found' it, I just don't know where it is, all I know is that it appeared recently and," He started to walk around the room, to make his point. " it seems to be here."

Jenny frowned, but set it aside, as she is nice, the woman, it's only been less than a night knowing her. And most of that time she was resting. "Well, then, I think my news is connected to yours, Doctor."

The Doctor took a peek at the laundry and he frowned as he saw the leather jacket on top.

"I think so indeed."

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Date: December 6, 2004

Faith Harrington looked on at the calm ocean, an ironic sight as she reflected on the past few days that felt so much longer.

She looked down at the pieces of paper that has had her mind in disarray for a while.

She closed her eyes, trying to will away the images from her mind, room 24. Everything. She moved her shoulder, and frowned as she still felt a dull pain on her shoulder.

'1, 2, 3, 4 , 5.' She thought, breathing in and out. Faith looked out where the sky reached the sea. 'I have to go to help find them,' She thought.

"Faith," She looked up to see Henry, her boyfriend of almost a month, a face that she'll never get tired of seeing. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him.

"I've only been gone for five minutes," He moved his bent arm to reveal the cut fruit on top of a large leaf. "Thought you would find this a nice change from - well, you know." Faith untangled from him to receive the leaf.

"They had fruits too you know. They just had the concentrated syrup on top." Faith half smiled, trying to not think to much of her confinement. "I'm just glad to be out of there. Being stuck in that bed for days, made me restless." She finished her fruit. "This is so much better!"

"Why were you stuck on a bed?" Faith noticed the worry on his face.

"No, no, not like that! It had something to do with the sky turning purple for a few seconds a week ago, remember?"

"Yeah, did something almost fell on you, too?"

"Well, it's a long and complicated story, worthy of three two-hour movies." She touched the temple of her head with two fingers, laughing in excitement. "Oh my god! I still remember that! I mean nothing could compare with Cumberbatch's Smaug. That'll be one for the history books."

"What's a Cumberbatch and what does the Hobbit have to do with anything?"

Faith grinned, showing him her unfolded paper. "Let's just say, I have some proof as to my... Specialness. Look, all these months here, as much as I felt the stress, I felt happiness here, something I never really had in like..." She exhaled. "Years. I felt there was something missing from it, though. Like it was hidden, but I felt the empty space, where it should have been. And I want you to be the first to know, Henry. Because I trust you. So very much." Faith grabbed Henry's free hand. "And I'm going to take this risk, even if you think ... Bad of me after I tell you."

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Tears stained her face as Faith recalled the memory. She stopped washing the grime from her stomach and cover her mouth. She remembered it very clearly, more so than all those years being on that island.

'Maybe it's... it's.. Oh god, what's going on?.' She thought. She absent-mindedly rubbed the front of her neck with the cloth, barely touching the red pendent necklace.


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The Doctor entered the room, carrying one of Jenny's dresses for their guest. He said that he wanted to meet her himself, or at the very least find some clues as to why she's here, though he didn't say that in as many words.

His eyes wandered as he spotted the anachronistic satchel laying on the bed.

He looked up and spotted some items next to the satchel. A necklace of some initials, some 21st century American change. One thing caught his interest though. A bottle of Paracetamol, expiration date, July 29, 2009.

He walked around to the other side of the bed, stopping at the grey Converse, seems to be from the 2006 line, on the floor.

He heard a woman shudder and the sloshing of the water in the next room. He started to walk towards the slightly opened door.

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Date: December 31st, 2004

Running. Running.

An awful lot of running to do.

Faith ran as fast as she could, jumping wide over some small rocks. She was more than fortunate to have found those pairs of shoes back at the barracks. 'It's completely terrifying, but it's so, so exciting? No. No. Doctor Who has caused me more than enough trouble today. Had to blab to the others about David Tennant's lines to the four people that are leaving these island, and one of them is a definite Doctor Who fan. Absolutely smart!' With that though, Faith pushed on, running until she found herself running in familiar territory. Which means she's more than close to the beach.

'I have to beat that helicopter!'

She staggered on, through the last few miles, but, still determined, Faith ran.

The dirt turned to sand and the trees into the familer ocean view, with a looming freighter imposing on it. And the helicopter more than halfway towards it's way to the freighter.

Faith staggered into camp, gulping at the dryness in her voice. "Henry! Henry!" She closed her eyes as she fell, face first on the sand. She felt herself being turned over by none other than a face she hadn't seen for over a week, Lewis, who hovered over her. "Toker! Need Henry, where is he?"

Charlotte Staples Lewis appeared on her left, the red headed British anthropologist holding a bottle of water. "Hello, Miss Harrington! Tell me what's going on!"

"Henry?" Faith breathed out.

"He's with Daniel's group, on the raft to the freighter. He's fine, he's safe."

Faith weakly shook her head. "No. Keamy," Charlotte widen her eyes at the mercenary's name. "Has a dead's man trigger. Bomb! Gonna explode!" She lie back down as the rest of the circling people scattered, presumably to find a way to warn the rest of their people.

Faith's heart slowed, closing her eyes. Her tired body fighting against her quick mind. 'We made a promise to each other! He can't... He..' "Water!" She shouted out

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Faith blinked back to reality as she felt the cold air very clearly. She grabbed the half filled bowl of water and sets it back down on the pot.

With a gulp, she looked around for a robe or any substitute clothing. All she saw was a robe, a short pink robe. She raised an eyebrow. 'Trying to say something, Jenny?' She briefly thought if her being here at this point in Jenny's life is going to change anything.

Faith turned towards the door, quickly putting on the robe. She stopped what she was doing, her heart started to speed up.

Right there, in the threshold of the bathroom door, is the Doctor.

Christopher Eccleston's Doctor.

'Holy. Fricking. Crap!'


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"Do you wanna come with me?" The Ninth Doctor said, walking around the TARDIS. " 'Cause if you do, then I should warn you — you're gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. The day the Earth died in a ball of flame. It won't be quiet, it won't be safe, and it won't be calm. But I'll tell you what it will be: the trip of a lifetime!"

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She massaged the edge of her eyes and felt her body sweating as she looked at The Doctor. This version of him has long straggly hair tied in the back, wearing clothes that seems more like Gay Nineties than the cropped haired leather wearing Doctor from the show. And she's sure as hell know that she hadn't seen him wearing something like that.

'Oh my god! Oh god, dear flipping Santa Christ! It had to be this version of the Doctor, who... doesn't look a hell like he did in his episodes. He never even did variations on the pants! Oh dear Santa Christ! Something's gone wrong! I'm in another universe.' Faith paced around as she's internally freaking out. She felt a bit light headed. 'Jenny said that the Doctor was coming. I ended up in a universe where Jenny is a companion. That's fantastic, fricking terrific. That is a great load of - The Doctor is staring at me.'

The Doctor was indeed staring at her, more like studying her. Then, after a moment, his gaze soften. He lightly waved his hand at her. "Hello... Are you there? Ground control to Major blonde?"

Faith stopped pacing, holding back commenting on the blonde joke. "Yeah, hi. What are you doing here?" She tried to say strongly, but probably came off more confused than anything, which, to be fair, is a part of what's she's feeling at the moment.

'Maybe when he left Rose and wheeze on out of there, he actually had other adventures?' Faith thought. 'I mean, sure, he could have other adventures, and there are few Nine stories, even with the books and audio... Wait, wait a minute, those photos that Cleaves, no. Cylde.. Clyde Langer? '-13 Bannerman road is...' Mr Smith... Mr. Finch! Finchie! Clive Finch!' She mentally punched the air. 'Thank you, association tactics! So maybe I'm not in yet another universe. But, wait, he mentioned the Titanic, and Southampton. But Jenny looked like the standard Victorian Maid and - oh criminy he said something.'

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"Are you thick-headed or you've had yer head in the clouds?"

Faith glared at him. "Are you really always that rude?" Now that she said it out loud, he has been one of the ruder Doctor, like 'ape' this or 'Ricky' that. Not Sixth Doctor rude, but close to there.

"Just to get my point across. I said, 'Aren't you cold like that?' "

"Not really." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?"

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Your robe's undone."

Faith looked down at herself, and if her leg wasn't positioned just right, he would've had an eyeful. Faith quickly grabbed the two ends to close it. " Crap! Well, you startled me. A person could end up burning a hand if you do that." 'Talking from personal experience...' "Again, what are you doing here?"

"I live here, well, temporarily, just to see how it fits."

Faith nodded slowly, as if she's appeasing a child. 'Oh boy.' "Right... yeah. How's it fitting you?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Could be worst. Not one for domestics, me, but there's a lot of things to do in good old London Town!" Faith raised her eyebrows at that. "So, Jenny told me about you. "

Faith smiled. "Okay, good."

The Doctor frowned. "Good? Interesting, seeing as she mentioned something about a portal and you falling out of it."

"Yeah. " 'Well, straight to the point, aren't you Doctor?' "That would be me."

"And another - Oh... You admit it?"

Faith nodded. "Yeah, I was going to tell you eventually, Doctor. With more clothes too."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "How did you get here and how do you know my name?"

'It's never going to get any easier. Is it?' Faith took deep breaths. "Short version, some way or another -my bet's on misdirected Magic at this point - a portal brought me here. To this universe." As she said this, the Doctor took out his sonic screw driver, pointing it straight at her. "Long version, well," She covered her eyes, as the tip of the screwdriver's light is shining directly at her. "This wasn't even my first, involuntary, stop. I had to deal with something I can't even say to you. It's an important day. That's all I'm saying about that. But what's really weird is that I'm not even sure as to how I'm still alive after managing to... End up here. I'm not a metahuman, a magical race or anything like Hugo, so how did I managed-" Faith stopped her long explanation as she noticed that the Doctor is looking at his screwdriver. "Are you even listening to me?"

'Human, 27.1 of age, has a stronger than average immune system, though she has been exposed to two different types of low frequency wavelengths of Time particles. One of them seems to have been active a while ago. Oh, that's just fantastic! It's bad enough I survived, wasn't it? Now here's this poor soul who's not even from this dimension!' The Doctor pocketed his screwdriver and looked at Faith, realizing something. "What were you saying about magic?"

"Oh, like you haven't encounter magic before?" Faith quickly asked. "Like that universe you ended up with and you met Morgaine and Mordred?" She tried to remembered the events about 'Battlefield'. "They thought you were Merlin?"

"Technically they were in my dimension." He said, lost in thought, of another body, a life with a fantastic companion. He brought himself back to their conversation. "Don't change the subject. Just, how are you getting that information?" The readings didn't indicate anything that this woman isn't like the standard human with latent psychic potential. Not enough to be a telepath. He certainly would have felt that.

"From the tv, and audio plays, and the rest from the internet." Faith said, growing with confidence with each word. Until she saw the Doctor's face.

The Doctor looked at the woman in awe. 'Unbelievable. I made sure, personally, that they would not fall into the wrong hands. Evidently, I didn't find all of them in time.' "Of course you are."

Faith furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean by that?"

"We should talk more in the parlor. I'm figuring you would like to have a nice pair of warm clothes while Jenny washes your clothes. Have a nice cup of tea. Normal human stuff."

'And the legendary train track mind of the loveable Time Lord makes an apperence.' "Yeah, sure." She said, still lost in thought. " Give me your coat, and we'll head on down."

The Doctor jerked his head towards the room behind them, slightly moving his ponytail, which made Faith smile a bit.. "Jenny's loaned you a dress. I hope you know your way into Victorian Clothing."

'Oh Victorian era. Of course he would be here then. It is one of his favorite places and time period, after all.' Faith gave the Doctor a small smile in response. "Course I do, I was a thespian in high school. It was a requirement to know your way around Victorian clothing. At least where I ended up going." Faith walked through the threshold of the door.

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Date November 8, 1996

A long-haired redhead 16-year-old girl with the greatest smile on her face looked to her rising star. "Oh you look great, you're gunna knock them dead, blondie." She said, jumping up and down and waving her closed hands back and forth.

Faith laughed as she adjusted her short pixie hair to stick out more. "Eileen, it's just a rehearsal, not opening night."

"Still, you have to be all you can be, you know?"

Faith's smile soften as she opened her backpack to search. "I'm just in a handful of scenes as Scrooge's lost love, nothing memorable."

Eileen used her hand to gently turned Faith's head to face her, causing Faith to stop looking. "I know you, and you are memorable. And you're going to be the best Belle that can be."

Faith's response is to lean in to kiss Eileen's perfect big nose. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

Eileen pressed a finger to her lips. "Teaser. I'll see you at your house, deal?"

Faith giggled as she went out of her seat. "I'll be fine, just as long as I have my girl at my side."

"Well," Eileen twirled a piece of her curls, grinning from ear to ear. "At the seats."

"Whatever." Faith waved her hand as they left the props/makeup room.

Faith quickly walked back inside to close her backpack and hide it in the dark space of the beauty desk. 'I'm only missing just this once,' She thought as she looked at her medication. 'I can take them later.' She swiftly closed the backpack.

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Faith smiled bittersweetly finished closing the dress, rubbing the corner of her eye with her free hand. 'It has been more than 8 years, and so much has happened. I don't blame her, but if she could only see, just to let her know that they're..'

Faith let out a shaky breath. 'Let the memory go back into the mind. Okay.' Though she may like the style, she hoped that she doesn't have to wear this type of dress anytime soon. 'At this doesn't need a corset.' She walked slowly to the side to see how the clothes fits her. She moved her loose hair to the side.

Her smile faded as she noticed the weird gold chained necklace, with a red gem, on her neck. 'Didn't I took it off?'

She went towards the satchel to get her necklace, the one that her Henry made her.

"Oi! Get a move on! I have questions!"

In a rush, Faith puts the items in the satchel, grabbed it and headed for the door. "Hold your coconuts! It's not my fault. Got distracted!"

"By what?"

"A lot of somethings..."She started to stumble, from the still present pain on her leg.

The Doctor grabbed her lower waist as she stumbled.

She looked up at him. "Well, hey there sailor." She said slightly shakily.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow as she steadied herself, his arm risen as to not be that inappropriate. "It seemed that you needed some help."

She took one step on her leg and winced. "I'm not saying that I don't need it." She gestured to her body. "Just saying that there is a thing called personal space."

The Doctor nodded. "I understand that. Let's head to the parlor."

"Lead the way." She tried to move again, but the Doctor stopped her. "What?"

He stared intently in her eyes. Then grinned. "Nope, never mind."

As they walked, she wondered what just happened at that moment. And what he meant before about what she said.


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Faith plopped down on the comfy plush seat in the parlor room, putting the satchel next to her, across from the Doctor, stretching her legs as she did so. She barely flinch at the pain, partly because she doesn't want to cause worry. She turned to Jenny would was dusting the books, but looking right at them, while doing her best to not look at them. The Doctor didn't noticed, or tried not to. Course, he had missed the London Eye three times before thinking that it could have been the 'dish' for the Autons.

Faith, on the other hand, felt a bit self concision. Which, even if it's Jenny, not going to go away anytime soon. She coughed slightly. "Do you think I can get water?"

The Doctor nodded slightly. "Sure. Jenny, can you get her a glass?"

Jenny nodded. "Of course I will." She smiled widely at Faith, set the book down and walked into the next room.

"What did you meant earlier with that 'of course you are.' ?" Faith asked, inmitating his northern accent.

"What were you doing in 2009 London?" The Doctor said at the same time.

Faith looks taken aback by his question. "I asked first, seeing as it's kinda an important question!" She harshly whispered to him. "I told you that this wasn't my first stop. Yes, I ended up that version of London, and I want to know how you knew!"

"So, were you in London when all of this happened? I mean, before coming 'here' here? Either you were or you did a lot more before coming here. I saw the bottle on the bed. Interesting, that."

'Oh you Time Lords and your eyesight. Going all Superman on me.' "Doctor, I, somehow, without even knowing it, ended up in a multidimentional portal and fell onto some guy's empty apartment building. But, I felt that... Seeing as I am from another universe, I might need some things to help me survive. How was I suppose to know that in the next hour, I would end up in a BBC period drama?"

"It's okay, understandable. Have taken a few things that weren't mine, myself. So, anything else out of the ordinary when you were there? Anything none human?"

Faith opened her mouth to answer. But realized something. "Doctor, I'm from another universe." She waited for his response.

"Yeah, knew that already. Didn't I told you when I scanned you earlier?"

"You didn't." She covered her mouth, in disbelief.

The Doctor nodded. "Ahh, sorry about that. Happy belated birthday!" He said happily.

Faith couldn't help but grin. 'Course he would believe me off the bat, he'd probably seen weirder.' "Thanks for that." Truly meaning her words. "Wait, how did you know about my birthday?"

"Simple." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver from one of his pockets. "Sonic screwdriver. It can do all sorts of wonders. Figuring out a human's age is one of many functions it can do."

'I mean, he did gave me an opening. I just have to say it.' "What else can this magic wand of your can do? Can it unite the five stones of powers? Or something magic related?" She, sarcastically, said.

The Doctor rolled his eyes at her tone. "Is this something from your own universe?"

"Nah, it's just something I do. Being the jokey type. So... you seen this type of thing before? People from other universes stuff." She clarifed to the John Lennon haired Time Lord. "Not just other dimensions or pocket universes. The independent ones. Because, I admitted I know a lot about you, and you're.. Well, I'm not really sure what you're feeling about that."

'You don't want to know what I'm feeling about all of this.' The Doctor thought as he leaned closer to her. "What's important here is that you, somehow, managed to have found and travel through a dimensional lesion, twice, and managed it in less than a day."

"A what?"

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The lurker stepped out of the shadows fully emerged onto Baker Street, on a stallion that she managed to find wandering on the streets. She had no need to worry, hardly anyone is walking around at this hour.

She smirked as she saw the parlour lights turned on 107 Baker Street. 'Good,' She thought. 'Still here then.'

She went up to the door, still carrying the woman. She knocked on the door. A brunette maid opened the door. She blinked twice at the lurker. 'Intriging,' The lurker thought. 'He really is acting more like a human.'

"Hello?" Her eyes trailed to the woman on her back, though she can't see too much as the visitor reframed from appearing closer to the light.

"Good evening. Is The Doctor present?" The female vistor said politely.

The maid slightly smiled. " Who should I say is expecting him?"

The female visitor walked in closer into the light, revealing her exposed green scaled face. "Vastra."

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"A very unstable hole in time and space, if it could get you from your original universe. What happened the second time it appeared?"

Faith looked forward. How much she could say, seeing as Rose is nowhere in sight, or maybe not even his current companion at the moment. "Remember when I said I fell on that guy's apartment, after I finished looking for stuff, I left it, trying to find my way around, looking for you. " She half lied. She saw the Doctor trying to open his mouth. "Can't say too much, it's a very important day. Future stuff, you know."

"Just looking for me? " 'Huh,' The Doctor thought. 'I have a future, apparently.' "Interesting then that I've also managed to find a bow and quiver that looked quite new."

Faith nodded. "Okay, I may have also looked around for other things," She pointed a finger at him. "It's not like I wasn't out of place. Besides, they were like the only useful tools that are an advantage to me."

"Have you tried metal baseball bats?" Faith's eyes lit up as she remembered a certain companion and a Dalek attack.

"Not really my style. Besides, I have been trained in the archery arts." Her eyes widen when she realized how her sentence could have been misinterpreted. "I meant in a non killing way. Well, hunting for food. And some fruit, if your aim is good. I'm sorry for my ramble sickness." She saw the Doctor smiling a bit. "We were talking about a giant universe hole that likes to appear where ever. Right?"

"Yup." The Doctor pulled back a lock of his hair behind his ears. "There's nothing really to worry about them. These made a hole and collapsed back into order. If there was another lesion anywhere on this earth, right now." He pointed at his head. "I would know."

Faith nodded, slowly taking the information in. "So, they're not that dangerous?"

"Doctor!" Jenny barged into the room. Both Faith and the Doctor turned to her. Jenny stopped to take a breath. "There's a green scaled woman, Vastra, at the door. She has Irene!"

The Doctor stood up, alarmed. "Well, what you waiting for? Bring them inside!"

Jenny nodded as she went to the doors.

The Doctor looked back at Faith, who's really confused at the moment. "I'm sorry, what's going on?"

"Let's just say that there's some trouble going on that needs my full attention. 'm sorry, but the lesion thing has to be on hold until all this is over."

Faith raised an eyebrow, but inside she feel her heart starting to race. 'Jenny doesn't know Vastra, so I'm at the beginning for them. And saying it like that, of course there's a 100% chance of it returning. I have to tread very carefully. Even more so, considering that those two are going to be a big part of his future.' "When isn't there trouble?"

The Doctor turned back to Faith, looking at her oddly. 'Has she even seen the same events?' "Good point. Just stand by me and everything will be okay."

"Fine with me, I'll just use my bow and quiver to scare off the thing." 'I should ask about that movie when I have the chance.'

The Doctor pointed a finger at her, with a look of caution. "It's not that type of trouble. I think.. Just don't cause any trouble."

Faith glared at him for that comment. "I'm not going to, because, a, I don't use my bow to harm... Humans- or aliens. And b, I don't even know what type of trouble is going on, so a preemptive warning with nothing else of information, I'll accidentally end up into trouble anyway." 'The way of the world, at least, in my world.'

"It's quite interesting to see you scold a human companion for causing trouble, Doctor." Vastra strolled in the parlour, carrying the young woman's body towards the small table in between a wided eyed Faith and The Doctor's seat. "Seeing as you are trouble prone as much as you are able to attract so many people to come away with you."

"I told you, Miss Vadlar isn't my companion. I don't have one at the moment."

'No companion..' Faith widened her eyes. 'Then that mean..."

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Rose Tyler, standing next to her traumatized boyfriend, Mickey, while the Doctor stood by the doorway.

"Is it always this dangerous?" Rose asked.

"Yeah," The Doctor said, nodding enthusiastically, with the maddest grin on his face.

Mickey hold onto Rose tightly. "Yeah, I can't. I've er, I've got to go and find my mum and someone's got to look after this stupid lump, so..."

The Doctor looked more than a bit disappointed. His smile faded. "Okay. See you around."

Rose gave him a look, a mixture of 'not going to do it,' and 'he's joshin'.

Without taking his eyes off of her, he closed the door. In less than a second later, he dematerlized the TARDIS in front of young Rose's eyes.

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"Hold on!" Faith said, standing up from the couch slowly, as to not make the pain flare up in her leg, to give Vastra a more comfortable place to put Miss Vadlar. Though her words are twofold, for halting Vastra, and for finally getting an answer to a question she never said. 'Oh just peachy! Flipping fantastic! Another thing to worry on top of the lesion thing. Just great.'


Okay, that was a long one, and it's been more than a month since updating. Sorry, by the by, working a job, helping around, getting addicted to watching more TGWTG reviews (Atop the fourth Wall is the best review/plot show ever!), and generally enjoy summer like a newly 18-year-old should.

Good news! Seeing as I had to cut some scenes, because OVER 8,000 WORDS, chapter 4 should be coming up sooner, projected about next week. Bad news, well, my job is very demanding so, it's a toss up between relaxing and this series, along with the other ones that I'm working on.

Next chapter will be the second half of the two parter, which probably won't be as long, but hey, at least I can update faster.

Update: I really know how to jinxs myself. My computer's charger is slightly broken and , given that the model was over ten years old, is going to make writing a bit more difficult for the foreseeable future.

More notes: good news, have new tablet. Bad news, full time job, using tablet as a distration from the stress, browser app being weird, and tumblr.

Original date: July 29, 2014

Revised date: August 24, 2014

Re-revised date: November 9,2014

Re-re-revised date: November 22, 2014

Note: Yes, I have this tendency to rewrite my chapters. It's been like that for years. But, for me, I think of it as a strenght. Not everyone is going to get it out of the gate. While I do have a master plan of sorts, there's a bit of, okay, a lot of distractions getting in my way.

Updated date: same as first chapter: May 23,2015

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