Wow can't believe how long it is since I even tried to update, sorry folks I lost my notebook with the basic story line in it. I've had to make major changes since last night as it was originally a cross over, but we won't go into that. To get a basic idea of where i got Bess's outfit from Google Emilie Autumn, you get the gist.

Legal stuff. You know the drill I don't own the doctor (blumming bbc).

Right Chapter 2.

The girls actions gave the Doctor a quick chance to get a good look at her. A young woman, she was strangely clad even for the club they were in, a cream corset with several bright patches sewn on badly on purpose covered a tattered vest, she was wearing a pair of linen shorts which had been hacked at until they were even shorter and had multiple strips of tatty fabric hanging from them as a kind of bustle, her socks were odd and over the knee, held up by what looked to be garters, and she had long doc martins over the top. Her hair and makeup was outlandish to say the least but pretty in an odd way, thick white foundation was covering the girls face, her eyes were a blended mixture of pinks reds and black and her lipstick was a vivid pillar box red drawn on as rosebud lips. The doctor realised the flash of pink he had seen was the young womans hair, it was pulled back into two pigtails and heavily ringletted.

"Wonder if she's up for an adventure?" He thought before quickly suppressing the thought, he'd caused enough pain recently.

He braced himself as the young woman took his hand and pulled herself up.

"Sorry." she mumbled "I didn't see you"

"Ah it's Ok, no harm done." He grinned "You are?"

"Bess, Bess Hardacre, you must be new, I've not seen you in here before" she replied.

"Bess." He grinned "Nice to meet you Bess, I'm the doctor, and no, a friend suggested it, said I needed a good night out for once." he explained.

"Well you'll get that in here, the dj rocks, plays anything and everything." she told him, visibly relaxing seeing he wasn't too bothered by her nearly sending him flying.

A sudden scream split the air, and both the Doctor and Bess turned to see an argument had turned violent and a young male was staggering towards them, blood spilling between his fingers from a stab wound. His attacker made a break for it as the Doctor shot forwards and caught the injured boy before he fell.

Bess who was closer to the door reacted instantly and stuck her foot out sending the assailant crashing to the floor. As he tried to rise and escape she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him and planted her boot in his back.

An hour later after giving a statement to the police, Bess found herself looking for the Doctor, unable to find him she stomped to the cloakroom for her coat in a huff, not only had her night out come to a very early end, she hadn't pulled. She'd thought she'd had a chance with the handsome young Doctor after almost literally knocking him off his feet, oh well there were always other nights. Pulling her long coat tighter around her she headed for the door.

Outside she found herself cursing as the battery on her phone died in the middle of ringing for a taxi.

"Need a lift?" came a voice from behind her.

Turning her face lit up as she saw it was the doctor.

"Actually I do." she grinned holding up her dead phone.

"Come on my transports around the corner."

Bess followed the doctor around the side of the club cautiously only to see him enter an old 1960's police box, realising she hadn't followed him he stuck his head around the door with a grin.

"Come on she wants to meet you."

Bess stopped.

"Are you having me on, that's an old police box." she told him "You can't go anywhere in that."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked, his tone distinctly hurt.

"I only met you an hour ago." she chuckled "I'd be an idiot if I wasn't a little bit cautious."

"True, true, but anyway come on just take a look, no dodgy business I swear." he told her holding out his hand to her for the second time that night.