Part two! Yes, I know, two in one night- and at an ungodly hour of the night, too! But, anyway, I've got writer's flu: so, basically, I'm still enthralled by this story, and I'm going to write like mad until it's over or I lose interest. But, don't shoot me, even when I lose interest, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing completely! Hell, I've been writing it in my notebook for a month-ish, I don't think I'll be getting bored any time soon! So, part two, enjoy yourself!

Alice poured the tea into two cups and dropped two spoonfuls into each. She carried them into the living room and sat one on the coffee table. The man- John Smith, apparently- was fiddling with the back of her telly, muttering under his breath.

"Tea," She said, her voice chipper and sing-song, and he peered over the top of the telly at her. She smiled and waved towards his cup, sitting on the short glass table. "Two spoonfuls, just like you like," She paused. "Hang on- did you even-" She thought hard.

"No, I didn't. But, yeah, I do like two spoonfuls of sugar, thanks." He gave her a strange look and backed out from behind her telly, grabbing his cup of tea and sipping it while staring seriously at the blank screen. "Sorry, I don't think I caught your name." He glanced up at her for a long moment, and she felt the room tense, like the world was holding its breath.

"Tyler." His face froze, a strange, unnamable emotion flicking across his eyes. "Alice Tyler." She smiled and held out her hand for him to shake.

He stared at her outstretched hand with that unusual emotion still plastered on his face. He swallowed hard, and Alice pulled her arm back to her side. She hesitated, then started back towards the kitchen. "Right, well, I'll let you get back to work, wouldn't want to hold you up!" She vanished around the corner.

He slapped his forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He tried to focus on the task at hand, setting his tea back down and slipping behind the telly. He pulled his tool back out and reached towards the sparking circuits.

Alice heard a sizzle and a muffled curse from the living room. She peeked around the corner. "You alright back there, Mr. Smith?"

He backed out of the little nook he'd been squatting in and faced her with a bemused expression. She held back a giggle, biting her bottom lip. His hair stood on end, toasted black at the ends, his eyebrows were singed, and his coat was smoking. His eyes sparkled, though, with the excited expression of a schoolboy after a successful prank.

"Oh, just brilliant!" He grinned, his teeth standing out in bright contrast to his sooty face. His smile was contagious- she couldn't help but smirk back at him with her unusual tongue-in-teeth little grin. He chose to ignore the sad pangs it sent jumping around in his hearts, diving back behind the telly. "Simply brilliant!" His voice wafted up, still tinged with barely contained enthusiasm.

Alice giggled to herself and returned to her work in the kitchen.

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He came back up ten minutes later with a decidedly less excited expression. Alice chattered away for a while as he kicked the telly and cursed it. She grabbed his cold tea, still beaming and talking up a storm, and set about making another batch. By the time she returned to the living room with a steaming cup of tea, it was empty. He was gone.

He leaned his back against the girl's door. She was so much like her- and yet totally different. She was tinier, short and skinny, with wide eyes and that little dimple. Her eyes were green, although they did have a splattering of brown/gold, and her hair was straight. But other things were the same… They had the same bottle-blond hair (though Alice's seemed a bit more natural), the same way of smiling with their tongue tucked into their teeth, the same skipping walk, even the same way of holding their tea cups: one hand lightly slid around it one way, the other going the other way, thumbs hooked and one pinkie resting on top of the handle.

His head fell forward until his chin was resting on his chest. He tucked his hands deep into his pants pockets and relaxed one red converse against the other. His long fingers fiddled with his silver tool.

Then his head shot back up and he pushed off of the door, into the balcony rail. He glanced down at the concrete, six stories down, then jumped onto the top step and raced down two stairs at a time. When he got to the last three steps before the ground, he skipped them all and went flying over the last stairs. His bright red converse landed in the dirt with a THUD, sending up clouds of dust. He cast one last serious glance up towards Alice's flat, then turned decidedly on his heel and took a step forward.

Screams. He immediately spun around and raced for the stairs, pulling himself up using the rail more than running. He didn't know where the awful screeching was coming from, but relied on his hearing to guide him to the right door. He passed the third, than the fourth, then the fifth floor. He started past the sixth, but realized the screaming was louder than ever.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," He muttered, striding past eight doors and coming to a stop before the ninth. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO," Another ear-splitting shriek sent him clutching for the doorknob.

It was unlocked. He thanked his lucky stars and disappeared through the door.

An angry cackling came floating from the living room. Red light reflected off the walls, shadowing him in a sinister glow. His face was furious: eyebrows sunk low onto blazing eyes, mouth set in a determined line. He pulled out his silver tool and peered around the corner.

Evil scarlet tendrils snaked from the telly to Alice's face, which was slowly being sucked off by the laughing woman on the screen. She looked exactly how he remembered from Queen Elizabeth II's coronation. Short dark hair, a slim face, and eyes that revealed more than a little insanity. Her old-fashioned clothes and cracked red lipstick gave away how long she'd been waiting, hidden inside the tellies of London.

He wondered, for just a moment, why it was taking so long. He'd had time to run up six flights of stairs down a hallway, and yet the woman on her knees still had her face- well, more or less. Then Alice screamed again, and he burst into the room with his tool held high.

"Let her go, Wire!" He watched as the woman on the screen noticed him, her face dropping from smug to angry to horrified in a matter of seconds. The tendrils retracted, Alice falling to the ground in a heap. He quickly pressed his sonic to the blackening screen. The tip glowed blue and let off a buzzing noise, then the telly cracked and the woman was gone.

Alice whimpered and he knelt beside her, putting his hands on either side of her face and turning it to him. Her eyes fluttered and opened, revealing her large green eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. Her face was fine, completely whole and wonderful.

"Wh-wh-what was th-that?" Her voice was hoarse. "Sh-she called m-me l-last night and-and this a-afternoon." She tried to say something else, but he slid a thumb across her lips and she hushed.

He concentrated for a moment, and her eyes slowly closed. "Sleep, Alice, it'll be all right now… shh…" He laid her back down against the carpet gently and slid his coat off his shoulders, draping it over her. She shuddered, pulling it tighter around her.

"Who-who are yo-you?" She muttered, her forehead creasing, then her breaths evened and she was asleep.

So, you liked? I know I did! I love writing this fanfiction- well, any fanfiction, really. Can't wait to get it all up so you can love it as much as I do! I have so many ideas, I'll bet I can go on forever! Tell me what you think so far, I love getting reviews!

~CTST