Woot! Got a review and few faves on the first chapter-awesome! Well, here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Aforementioned in the previous chapter this takes place a bit after Martha and little bit before Donna and it will be a Doctor and an OC story; I am hoping it goes up until the 11th Doctor. Please enjoy and if you do, PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Doctor Who. If I did, I'd have real hard time choosing between David Tennant and Math Smith. Think I could get both?

Warning: Doctor and an OC romance, cursing, crude rumor, silliness, mild sexual content, violence, and alcohol and drug references.


Chapter Two: Of Rumors and Truths

With our arms linked, Dan, Sarah, and I trailed behind our tour group, our tour guide rambling in her irritating voice, as we trudged up to the Windsor Castle in all its glory.

It rose above everything and stretched across the property. Pillars rose here and there with flags perched on top. Arched windows lined nearly every inch of its exterior. It was made of complete stone and was absolutely stunning. It looked like those castles you'd see in a child's fairytale book. I could only imagine what the interior looked like; five bucks it was just as amazing.

"You know what I heard?" Dan spoke up from the middle of our group. Sarah and I had our arms linked with his, making him seem like a pimp.

"What have ya heard, luvie?" I asked, beaming up at him.

"That some tours to this place have be cancelled 'cuz of certain things." he said vaguely with an impish smirk.

Sarah and I exchanged glances. Then, we peered up at the young man. "What kinds of things?" we inquired in unison.

"Things like people have disappearing in the castle. They take tours and then, the people disappear. Without a trace. No signs of struggle or anything."

"Oh, that's complete bullshit. Just a silly rumor."

"Really? Oh, my God!"

Dan frowned at Sarah's scoff. "It's not bullshit, Sarah. Its even the papers."

She rolled her tawny spheres. "Oh, come on, Danny-boy. Don't be stupid. If there were actually anything like that happening, all visits to Windsor would be cancelled immediately," she pointed out exasperatedly.

Dan's frowned deepened, but then, he nodded. "Yeah, I guess…"

Was he actually sad that people might actually not be disappearing? Then again, I guess I was a bit crestfallen myself. I mean, I didn't want people to disappear, but a person disappearing without a trace was so mysterious and kind of exhilarating. Why were those people disappearing? Or who was making them disappear? It was such an interesting thought.

Unfortunately, all that thinking had made me distracted, so I hadn't been paying attention to where I was walking and that caused Dan to pull me without me knowing and that caused me to trip and fall. "Ow! Shit!" I cursed upon the drop.

Dan and Sarah were instantly at my side, helping me stand.

"You okay, honey?" asked Dan.

Sarah looked just as concerned, but questioned in a scolding tone, "You really need to watch where you're going, Ali."

I stood, dusting off my black leggings only to scowl when I saw the condition I was in. My hands were dirty and scraped. So were my knees with holes in my leggings. My navy blue sundress, brown boots, and black Mickey Mouse hoodie was covered in dirt. "Awwww, man." I pouted, wincing a little.

"Oh, Ali," Dan patted my long light locks sympathetically.

"Such a klutz," Sarah shook her head while fishing in her purse. She pulled out a small first-aid kit—always the logical and prepared one. The brunette took out the Neosporin and spread it over my scrapes. "I swear you can trip on friggin' air," she muttered.

I made a face at her scolding. "The air jumps up at me…" I said pathetically. Dan laughed while Sarah rolled her eyes with a small smile.

Once my female friend was done, the three of us hurriedly went inside to join up with our tour group. The last thing we wanted was Miss. Sugary and Squeaky was scolding us—hearing her in the back with everyone was one thing, but close up would be like suicide for our ears.

However, when we entered we saw our tour group traveling through the large entrance, but not with our tour guide. Our tour guide was off by herself, watching our group with a confused and putout look on her freckled face. My friends and I looked at each other quizzically before walking up to her.

"Is something wrong, ma'am? What happened?" I asked gently once we were in front of her.

She looked to up and instantly placed on her fake, cheerful smile, but then, it faltered and she sighed deeply. "I am not entirely sure." She peered back to the group she was originally guiding. "We came in then, this bloke comes up to us and tells me that he's taking over the tour. He said that its part of the routine now, but I haven't heard of such a thing." She frowned, looking prettier because her face was more natural. Her fingertips tapped absentmindedly at her red lips. "Maybe I missed the memo…" the tour guide muttered to herself.

We stared at her and when she noticed, she pulled on her business "smile" again. "Oh, but it doesn't matter! You kids go on ahead! Enjoy the tour! I'll meet up with you lovelies at the end!"

My friends and I exchanged looks, hesitant to go, but we didn't want to waste our money. We did as we were told and jogged after our tour group.

Why did I have a bad feeling?


Okay, there was seriously something freaky about our new tour guide. His aura was really, really off. Then again, as we moved about the Windsor Castle, I noticed that numerous people on the Windsor staff have weird funky auras. They all moved oddly and spoke oddly; everything about they was stiff and fake.

I mentioned this to my friends, but they brushed it off as my imagination. I frowned and wanted to protest. Nonetheless, I figured it pointless since my imagination did run a little, my head was always in the clouds.

But still…

I couldn't help feeling like something was really wrong and it made my stomach kind of nauseous and my head hurt a bit.

The tour guide was leading us down a long hallway, lined with big windows and a large blue, ornate carpet. He was pointing out of all the antique paintings and explaining their history while the group took pictures. I was one of those taking pictures, using the new Nikon Digital SLR that my grandmother had gotten me for an early Christmas gift—she said that I should have a good camera to take good pictures of a good city or something like that. I was so glad it hadn't been damaged when I fell earlier.

Except when I turned my camera to one particular picture, it caught of a family figure walking by down a different hallway through a different corridor. Gasping softly, I stopped short upon recognizing the wild, chestnut brown hair, pinstriped suits, trench coat, and Converse.

It's him!, I thought, my heart picking up in speed with excitement. I took a step forward, wanting to catch up, but I remembered my friends and tour group. Biting my lip, I looked to see them a bit a ways; no one—meaning Sarah and Dan—hadn't noticed I wasn't with them. I looked back to the mystery man from the other day; I was losing sight of him.

I made my choice.

I ran after him, tucking my camera into my bag.

His legs were longer then mine and though, I had my own long legs, it took me some times to catch. When I did, I took a deep breath and tapped his shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" I called happily albeit shyly.

He turned and looked down at me. "Hello." he replied invitingly, but with no hint of recognition.

I inwardly frowned, but kept a smile on. "It's me." I said.

The brunet looked at me a bit oddly yet, still smiled. "…So it is."

That time I outwardly frowned. "You don't recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid not."

"But…I saw you at the Globe a few days ago. You knew my name."

I scolded myself. I sounded like a child, who had their toy taken away. It was silly. Why was I so disappointed?

"Sorry, miss, not me." the male shrugged, his hands in his pockets.

"Do you…have a twin or a brother or something?"

"Not anymore."

"Oh…"

"Sorry."

I really was disappointed, maybe even a little hurt. Definitely confused. Who had that man been then? Had I imagined him? No, that couldn't be because Dan and Sarah had seen me talking to him. So then…Oh, God, I was going crazy. What the Hell?

Nevertheless, I placed on my most convincing smile. "No, it's chill. My mistake. I uh…" I made a motion with my hands back to the general area my tour group was at. "Gotta go. Sorry to bother you, sir."

"Not at all, miss…" he drifted cheerfully, indicating he wished for my name.

"Alice Faust." I replied without hesitation.

His grinned became huge; it was like the one from the other day. His russet eyes looked me over, twinkling boyishly. "Alice, eh? Blue dress. Headband with a bow. Blonde hair. Just like Alice in Wonderland!"

I tried not to glare. I knew wearing a headband had been a bad idea today and keeping my hair blonde was also a bad idea-I thought I could dye it another color. I always got that. That's why I rarely went by Alice; I always got the Alice in Wonderland reference. I liked the story, one of my favorites actually, and it had been my mother's thus, why I was named Alice, but that didn't mean I enjoyed everyone whom I met saying that.

"Uh, yeah," I said a bit stiffly yet, tried to remain polite. "But people call me Ali. Who are you?"

"Smith. John Smith. Pleasure to meet you, Alice." he said kindly.

John Smith?, I pondered. It seemed too ordinary of a name for a strange man with a strange aura. Then again, he said he wasn't the same man, but he had the same peculiar aura…so…ugh, I was friggin' nuts.

"Ali," I repeated. "And yeah, nice to meetchya, too." I gave a mock salute. "Maybe I'll see ya around, Mr. Smith." I turned on my booted heel and started off, but paused when Mr. Smith's voice called back to me. "Be very careful, Alice! You never know what's lurking around!"

I glanced back at him with puzzled, furrowed brows. What was that supposed to mean?

I didn't linger to ponder it, though. Shaking my fair head, I ran off to rejoin with the tour. Except when I entered the blue carpeted hallway, I saw that they were nowhere in sight. My brows furrowed. Where could they have gone? I hadn't spoken to Mr. Smith all that long, so they couldn't have gotten far and if they had, the castle was large and since my sense of direction sucked, I'd get lost easily.

Fantastic

I pouted. Great, just great. Now what?, I thought with a huff. I guessed I could go back to the entrance of the castle, from where we started, and meet the others there where the tour was over but there was a good chance I could get lost that, too. Though, less of one. Guess that was my best bet.

Sighing deeply, I turned around and went the opposite way that the tour had gone in.


I was lost.

I was so f-ing lost.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

And it didn't help that no one was around to help me and guide me. All I knew was that I was in the middle of some hallway and had to be on one of the lower levels, closer to the ground as it was colder than the upper levels. There were some suits of armor and various paintings and antique furniture around me, but a lot of hallways had that.

I was lost. Dammit it all to Hell.

Huffing like a disgruntled child, I crossed my arms over my chest. I was officially in a sour mood and the fact that my knees and hands from my fall were stinging like mad. I really wanted to kick one of the suits of armor in frustration, but didn't knowing I'd be in a world of hurt if I did. The thought was still tempting.

I glanced around with my crystalline optics, wondering what I was supposed to do now. I would've called Dan or Sarah, but it was pointless. Dan never answered his phone—why did he bother getting the thing?—and Sarah had left hers at the hotel. Besides, if I had called them and asked them where they were, I still wouldn't have found them—again, horrible sense of direction.

My eyes landed on a staircase that led down below—I guess to the dungeons. It was closed off with bright yellow caution tape and a suit of armor was haphazardly placed in front of the entrance. I arched an eyebrow bewildered.

I could understand the tape, but the suit of armor? It seemed so out of place just standing there; it was almost as if someone wanted to make no one trespassed. I smirked a bit.

You know those moments when you want to do something that you know you're not supposed to do? Like when you see a button that says "Do Not Push" or the fire alarm at school or a door that says "Do Not Enter" and you want to push it, pull it, or enter? I was one of those people, one of those impulsive, rebellious people. I was lucky I didn't get into more trouble than I did.

Well, either way, I wanted to trespass. I looked around. And since no one was around to stop me from doing so, I ducked under the tape and shimmied around the suit of armor. I descended the stone steps; my hand on the railing so I didn't trip as it was dark—that was all I needed, another fall.

As I went further down, it got colder and there was barely any light, just dim artificial light since no one used torches anymore. Also, I could hear some voices. Lots of voices.

That's weird.

If no one was supposed to trespass then why did I heard so many people? Construction workers or something? No, couldn't be. Why would construction workers sound like they were crying, crying for help?

Okay, something funky was going on and I nervously bit the inside of my cheek the further I went down. I had a bad feeling. A real bad feeling.

When I got to the bottom, I noticed I was in the dungeons, but that's not what made me gasp and my eyes widen.

People were behind bars, in the dungeon cells. They were crying and calling out for help, reaching their hands out towards me when they noticed me. There were so many of them of different ages, races, genders, and sizes. And Dan and Sarah were among them! The rest of the tour group

I rushed to them, my clothes being grabbed at for assistance as I passed. "Sarah! Dan!" I slip my hands through the bars towards them.

With tears in their eyes, they came up to the bars and grasped my hands tightly. "Alice!"

"What happened? Why are you guys in here?" I asked frantically.

"The tour guide!"

"There's something wrong with him!"

"He trapped us in here!"

"He and the other staff members trapped all of us in here!"

Dan and Sarah spoke over each other through their sobs and the shouts of those around us, but I understand and I blanched, my stomach dropping. "Oh, my God…" I breathed.

I got in now. Why the tour groups had been disappearing, why they had just disappeared without a trace, why the staff all seemed so weird, and why we had to change our tour guides. The people were being kidnapped and hidden away by the tour guides. The only problem was I had no idea why this was happening.

Well, I was going to find out and save my friends and everyone else.

I pulled on a determined face and squeezed my companions' hands. "I will get you guys out, I promise." I reassured them firmly.

"Oh, no you won't, little girl. You'll be joining the rest of them." came an eerie voice behind them with an odd familiarity to it.

Gasping, startled, I whipped around to see our most recent tour guide standing at the end of the dungeon. His eyes were flashing a creepy yellow and long tongue slithered out of his mouth. I shuddered and went rigid. His strange aura was stronger now and now I knew why it was weird, it was because he wasn't human.

"Oh…shit…"

He just smirked and stepped towards me. I backed up shakily before spinning around and bolting out. I could hear his footsteps behind me, but I didn't look, I just kept running like a bat out of Hell.


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