A/N: Now Ella Marlowe has had her turn, it's Ashley's :P Confused yet? I am lol x

-Firebreathing Fishies

Chapter Two

'You know, I've been thinking.'

'I thought I could smell burning.'

Ashley shot the Doctor an amused but unimpressed look from her perch on the second level in the control room. He grinned cheekily back at her and then continued to potter around the controls below, not really doing anything of importance apart from trying to look busy. She sat above him, with a perfect view of most of the control panel, and could see that all he was doing was stroking it. She flipped her wrist and allowed the green yo-yo in her hand to roll down its string, but it didn't return. She had never been that good with yo-yos.

'Well, do you want to know what I've been thinking or are you just going to continue with the cheap digs?'

'Sorry. Go ahead. I'm sure it's absolutely fascinating.'

Ashley lay back on the metal grate and began to wind the string around the yo-yo again. 'You always go on about all these famous people that you've met, but you've got no proof at all.'

The Doctor glanced up with a bemused look. 'I'm sorry?'

Ashley turned the yo-yo over in her hands and examined the circular patterns on the domed ceiling of the control room. 'I mean, you say you've met people like… JFK and Cleopatra and… bloody Spartacus, but you haven't got any proof. If I were you I'd be running around everywhere with a camera and an autograph book.' She sat up and draped her arms on the railings. 'You haven't got a single picture of yourself with your allegedly famous counterparts.'

The Doctor leaned against the control panel and shrugged his shoulders. 'How do you think Henry VIII would have reacted if I'd pulled out a strange looking box that flashed in his face? I would have been on my knees with my head on a block before I could say 'Say cheese'. Believe it or not some people in the past are intimidated by technology they're yet to invent.'

Ashley shrugged and smirked. 'I'm sure you would have thought of something. Maybe throw a pie at him as a distraction.'

'Why would I need pictures anyway? I could go back and visit good old Cleo whenever I wanted. I just don't want to.' He half grimaced. 'She gets naked a lot.'

Ashley laughed loudly and ducked under the railing. Much to the Doctor's apprehension, she dropped from the second level down to the first. 'Alright then, list some of your famous buddies.' She beamed, smoothing down her clothes.

'Don't do that again please,' he said, frowning disapprovingly. 'The last thing I need is for you to break your neck or start bleeding all over my Tardis.'

Ashley rolled her eyes at him. 'Okay dad.'

He ignored her last comment and looked up thoughtfully. 'Well, just recently I met Agatha Christie. Although she can't really remember me…'

'Then it doesn't count. Next.'

The Doctor feigned a hurt expression and looked around thoughtfully. 'Okay, who else…. Umm… Shakespeare! Charles Dickens. Queen Victoria. Einstein…'

'Sorry to interrupt,' Ashley smirked. 'But they don't exactly sound like the most fun people in the world.'

'Well then you've definitely never met Einstein.'

'Come on,' Ashley grinned. 'Someone cool. Someone… I don't know… like the Beatles.'

'Like the Beatles?' The Doctor replied. 'How about the actual Beatles?'

Ashley gasped. 'You lie.'

'I lie not.' He grinned.

'Prove it.'

The Doctor's grin faltered. 'Well… I kind of didn't get around to photos.'

Ashley crossed her arms and narrowed one eye. 'Then I don't believe you.'

'You don't, eh?' The Doctor turned to the control panel, determined not to be branded a liar. 'Then I'll just prove it the only way I know.'

Ashley allowed her arms to drop by her sides and her eyebrows rose as the Tardis began to whir. 'What are you doing?' She clutched onto the rail beside her as the floor jerked.

'I'm going to introduce you to the boys!' the Doctor beamed at her as he snapped back a lever. 'They'll love you.'

Ashley grinned and then squealed. 'Seriously?' She bounded across the floor towards him, even though the Tardis was already jerking around quite violently. The Doctor watched her worriedly as she stumbled across the control room. 'This is the perfect time to try out my new t-shirt!'

The Doctor winced. 'And what t-shirt would that be?'

She turned and beamed at him. 'My new Beatles t-shirt of course!'

'Look at it!' Ashley grinned, pushing her chest out at the Doctor. 'Isn't it just the best thing you have ever seen?'

The Doctor looked at the pink and purple-silhouetted images of the four Beatles on her black t-shirt and twisted his face slightly. 'You can't be serious.'

Ashley frowned, disappointed. 'Why not?' She looked down at it. 'It's brilliant! I made it myself.'

The Doctor sighed. 'It's bad enough that you're going to be walking around the streets looking completely out of place. What with the hair and… and your midriff showing like that…'

Ashley tugged her t-shirt down a little bit. 'The t-shirt is a bit small. And my jeans are a bit baggy. What do you want me to do?'

'Maybe a belt? Or I've got a whole bunch of clothes in the back…'

'Oh no. No way. You're not getting me to dress up like some bloody wild flower child.' Ashley crossed her arms stubbornly. 'It was bad enough wearing that corset and crap back in the 1800s.'

The Doctor smiled. 'You looked nice.'

'Everyone thought I was a prostitute!'

He shrugged, his smile faltering. 'Yeah well… You still got a lot of attention.'

'Well I'll wear something sixties inspired if you wear flares.'

'Oh no. No I don't do flares.'

'Then I'm not changing.'

The Doctor sighed. 'God you're stubborn.'

Ashley only widened her eyes. 'Damn right I am.'

He sighed again, heavier. 'Fine, okay. Wear your t-shirt. But don't come crying to me when you scare them off with your obsessiveness.'

'I'm sure everyone will have one by now.' Ashley waved a hand dismissively and headed for the doors. 'They're pretty big in 1968, aren't they?'

The Doctor shrugged. 'I think so.'

Ashley paused at the doors. 'Are you sure it's 1968? Because… well… you do screw it up pretty often. More often than not, recently.'

The Doctor frowned as he reached over her and opened the door. 'Have a little faith in me Ashley, it won't kill you. Although I shouldn't really say that, should I?'

Ashley cocked an eyebrow at him disapprovingly, and with that the two of them stepped out onto the sunny streets of, what they thought was, 1968.