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So thing's will be different in this part even more than it was in the first part but I hope that you like what I did :)

Sophie's POV...

I breathed out as we started running away from the dummies trying to chase us down. My heart picked up speed and my hand tightened on the man's hand, so tight in fact I knew that my knuckles were turning white. Though we were running for our lives, I felt completely safe, as if the man I was running with would protect me with his life. We managed to make through a fire exit and into the lift just as the doors of the lift closed, but one of the dummies put their arm through the doors, stopping them from the closing. The man immediately started on pulling the arm off, and from the looks of it, he was struggling. So without even thinking about it, I began to help him to pull the arm off, earning a surprised look from him. Together, we managed to pull it off.

"Got it!" I cried in triumph as I took the arm from the man and tossed it in the air, catching it, thengiving a grin to the man, who was staring at me strangely, though I ignored that bit. "Good thing that the arm was plastic, or it would've been even harder to pull off."

The man nodded slowly, still staring at me with that strange expression. Probably wondering why I was acting so calm about this. I couldn't blame him. I changed the subject, "So what was that about any way? Some kind of joke? Though to be honest…it looked too real to be a joke."

"Why do you say that?"

"Come on, you saw those things. They were moving like they're actually alive. It was like some kind of scary movie. And not only that, I don't think anyone would play a joke like that, trying to attack and kill me. If they did, that would be really cruel of them."

"Mm. I never thought of that. Well done." The man grinned at me, and I grinned back smugly, liking him already.

"Thank you. I'm very smart for my age." I tapped the side of my head, my grin widening slightly. "So … what are those things then?"

"What do you think?" the man gave me a curious stare that made me shuffle my feet.

"Aliens," I said bluntly, getting a surprised look from the man. "They have to be aliens."

The surprise look disappeared, and his eyesnarrowed slightly, "what do you know about aliens?"

"Not much, but my aunt does," I answered. "She's a journalist. One of those undercover journalists, who …"

"I know what undercover means," the man interrupted quite rudely.

I continued on as if he hadn't interrupted, "My aunt believes in the impossible, and she loves to investigate strange events involving aliens."

A fond smile came upon the man's lips, obviously thinking of someone special. "I knew a journalist who was just like that."

"Where is she now?" I asked curiously.

The smile dropped immediately and his eyes went distant. "Gone," he answered shortly. "But yeah, they're aliens."

"Cool!" I exclaimed brightly, surprising the man yet again. "I believe in aliens too, like my aunt," I explained. "I grew up listening to stories of her investigations. I loved hearing them, and it made me believe in aliens just as much as she does." I didn't know why I was opening up to the man like this. I guess I felt like I could trust him. It was hard not to. He did save my life after all. For some reason, it was in that moment that I remembered Wilson. "Do you know where Wilson is?" I asked suddenly, surprising the man yet again, but this time because of the sudden change of subject.

"Who's Wilson?"

"The Chief Electrician."

"Wilson's dead."

I looked at him, quite taken aback, as the lift pinged and the man stepped out of it. "Wait … what?!" I quickly followed him out and I moved in front of him, hand going up in front of his face with a hopeful look on mine, "Please tell me you're joking?"

"I'm not." He pushed my hand down and away from his face, moving me gently to the side. "Mind your eyes," he warned me. He took out this device that looked like a screwdriver with a blue light at theend. I gaped at it, recognizing it right away.

A sonic screwdriver!

So … this man … he was the Doctor!

The Doctor disabled the lift with the sonic, causing it spark, so I covered my eyes with my hand. He walked off. I didn't notice, though, until i snappedout of my shock.

"Hey!" I called after him. "Wait up! You can't leave me down here!" I huffed, running to catch up to him.I grabbed his leather covered arm, (ignoring the small spark I felt,) pulling him to a stop, and he looked over at me, "You haven't explained what those creatures were." He stared at me for a few seconds before gesturing forward for me to follow him. I let go of his arm and did just what he hadmotioned.

"They're made of plastic. Living, breathing plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay deviceon the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." He pulled out an electronic deviceand showed it off as he opened the fire exit. I was about to tease him about being a gentleman, but I kept my mouth shut, not even knowing why Iwanted to tease him. "So! I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might very well die in the process. But don't worry about me, no. Go home, go on! Go and have your lovely beans on toast."

My nose winkled. "That sounds gross. I rather have bananas, thank you very much." I walked through the door, feeling the Doctor stare after me, "they're healthier too."

"Good source potassium as well," he said.

I flashed him a smile as I turned to face him, walking backwards. "You do know your fruits," I teased. "But you go do what you have to do," I said seriously. "Can't have living plastic running around. People will talk." I opened the door for him, then leaned against the wall, arms across over my chest with a smirk, "Good luck."

The Doctor looked speechless. He got over it quickly and stepped through the door, turning towards me.

"Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed," he told me seriously.

I nodded in understanding. If there was one thingI learned from the stories my aunt told, it was that death always followed the Doctor, even if he didn't have anything do with it.

"I won't," I promised.

He gave me a quick nod and closed the door. Before I could think about leaving, the door opened again.

The Doctor stuck his head out to look at me. "I'm the Doctor, by the way, what's your name?"

"Sophie," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Sophie." I rather liked the way he said my name, oddly enough. "Run for your life." He waved the bomb in front of me before closing the door again.

I immediately ran as fast as I could. I made it outside, the people around me not knowing what was going to happen. Distracted and amazed at the fact that I met the Doctor, I was nearly ran over by a cab, the bright lights of it almost blinding me. The driver honked at me angrily.

"Move it!"

"Sorry!" I cried, running as far away as I could from the building before it could blow up. I made it just in time, and as I turned around, the top floorwas going up in flames. Well, there goes mine and Rose's job. Oh great…what was going to tell her? It's definitely going to be an interesting conversation, I knew that much. Sighing, I pulled my jacket, tighter around me. If I hadn't been lost in my own thoughts,I would have noticed that I walked by a blue police box…

-0-

I was sitting in the living room of my apartment, watching the news, with a cup of tea in my hand and a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I glanced at the plastic arm that I had rested on the table in front of my couch. I decided to keep it for some reason. Probably to remind me that I actually met the Doctor. I turned my eyes back to the TV.

"The whole of Central London has been closed off to investigate the fire. Earlier reports…"

I clicked off the TV show, shaking my head in amusement as I took a sip of my tea. Even though this was in no way funny. The Doctor blew up my job! Now I had no way to pay the rent. How was I going to explain this to my Aunt? She would definitely be happy that the Doctor was still alive after spending all of those years wondering, but after finding out my job had gotten blown up, she would be all worried about me, and I didn't want her tofuss. But I couldn't keep it a secret, as it was all over the news.

As if my mobile was reading my thoughts, it went off and showed that it was my aunt calling. And in that moment, Rose, Mickey, and Lucas came bursting through the door.

"Sophie! What the hell happened?" Rose demanded, getting on the couch beside me immediately. "I've been calling your mobile! But you haven't been answering any of my calls!"

I started to apologize as I sat down my cup of tea, but I got cut off by Lucas.

"I've been calling too!" he said, sitting on the other side of me. "You've could've be dead!" He gave me a tight hug and a deep kiss, surprising me,before he broke it and threw an arm around my shoulders, above the blanket.

"I'm fine," I reassured Rose and Lucas. "I was able to get out of there before it blew up."

"Did you see who did it?" Rose asked curiously.

"No," I lied instantly. "I was just focused on getting out of there, so I didn't see much of anything." I picked up my tea and took another sip.

"What are you drinking?" Mickey asked.

"Uh, tea?"

Lucas took my tea from me despite my protest, "You should drink something stronger than that. It'll calm your nerves more than tea would." His arm tightened around my shoulder.

"Yeah!" Mickey nodded his head in agreement. "You deserve a proper drink, how about we go to the pub?"

"My treat?" Lucas added, grinning over at me.

Rose and I shared looks with each other before looking back over at our boyfriends. "There's a match on, isn't there?" we asked in unison.

The sheepish looks that Mickey and Lucas gave each other was answer enough.

"No, of course not," Lucas quickly said. "Only thinking you, babe." He kissed me on the cheeck,then on the side of my head, before pulling away completely.

"You guys just go," I told my friends, resting back against the couch. "I don't really feel like drinking tonight. Besides, I really need to call my aunt. I've been missing her calls."

Rose gave me a worried look, "Will you be alright here by yourself? I can stay here if you want me to."

"No, it's fine, really," I reassured again. "Go, have fun with your boyfriend." I nodded towards the plastic arm, "Do you mind throwing that away on your way out?"

"Sure." Rose picked up the arm and leaned over to give me a hug, "Call me if you need anything, yeah?" she said into my ear.

I patted her on the back, "Of course I will."

Rose pulled back from the hug, giving me a smile. "See ya later," she told me. I nodded and she left my flat with Mickey behind her.

"I'll stay here with you then, you shouldn't be alone," Lucas said. "Maybe we could…" He smiled at me suggestively, leaning in to kiss me. I put a finger to his lips and he stopped, eyes opening to look at me.

"Lucas…I'm just not feeling it tonight…I've had a long day…" I sighed, glancing away from him for a moment before meeting his eyes, "Lucas…we need to talk."

"About what?"

"Us," I replied simply, biting my bottom lip nervously.

Lucas looked confused, "Why?"

I sighed again. "Lucas, you know that I care about you, right?" I questioned.

"Yeah… I care about you too… I think…" he trailedoff, but started again seconds later, "I'm in love with you."

I flinched. "I wish you didn't say that," I whispered.

"Why? It's true." Lucas took a hold of one of my hands, while the other hand titled my chin up so I would be looking at him, "I love you."

Why did he say that? God … I was going to hurt him. I didn't love him back. I cared about him, but I wasn't in love with him.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Lucas asked, looking at me expectantly.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again. "I love you too…" I wasn't finished but he kissed me anyway, pulling me into his lap and looping his arms around me tightly as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into my mouth. I didn't feel anything in this kiss. I never did. I pushed his chest and broke the kiss, jumping off his lap and moving away from him.

"You didn't let me finish," I said, pacing back and forth, running my hand through my hair. "I love you…but…" I stopped as I looked at him with teary eyes. "I'm not in love with you, and I'm not going to lead you on, thinking that I feel the same way foryou, because I don't."

"Then what do you call sleeping with me?" Lucas angrily snapped at me as he stood up from the couch. "Is that not leading me on?"

"I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I shouldn't have slept with you, knowing that I didn't feel the same way you did!" I exclaimed. "It was a mistake, a horrible, stupid mistake! But I didn't mean to hurt you. That was the last thing I wanted. Because I do care about you, I do."

He shook his head at me, glaring. "Just save it, Soph." He pushed by me and went out the door, slamming the door hard, making me jump.

I sighed as I ran a hand down my face, sinking back onto the couch, and closing my eyes. This wasn't the way I wanted that conversation to go. My mobile rang again. I didn't have to look at the caller ID to know that it was my aunt. I pressed answer, putting the phone to my ear.

"Aunty…I'm…"

"Why haven't you answered my calls?!"

"I'm sorry…" I apologized, wincing.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, you had me worried sick!"

"I know," I told her softly. "But I'm fine. I didn't get hurt." I heard my Aunt Sarah Jane take in a deep breath to calm down, then let it out.

"I'm glad you're alright, but you should have answered my calls."

I nodded. "I know. I really am sorry."

"I know…" There was a pause, "What happened Soph? All I know is what they talked about on the news."

Though I promised the Doctor that I wouldn't tell anyone, I had to tell my aunt.

"Aunt Sarah…" I took a deep breath, "I met the Doctor today. He blew up the building." After telling her this, she wanted to know everything that happened. I told her that he saved me, and told her that I told him about her (well, without actually telling him who she was).

"What did he look like?" This was the first question my aunt asked, probably guessing that he had regenerated. According to Sarah, he wasn't allthat good with keeping himself from getting killed. He went through two regenerations with her.

"Older but not too old, probably around the same age as you, had a buzz cut, and big ears." I laughed as I curled my leg underneath me and leaned back against the couch. "Wore a leather jacket. Kind of sexy."

"Sophie!"

"What?" I protested. "It's true. He was kind of sexy. Anyone who can pull off a leather jacket is sexy in my book."

"What did you think of him, well besides the fact you think he's sexy," My aunt teased.

"Oh shut up!" I blushed with a laugh. I changed the subject, "But…he seemed pretty cool. I mean, I didn't spend that much time with him, and he did blow up my job. Yeah, he did it to stop those plastic creature things, but still. How am I going to pay for rent? It's due next month."

"Find another job," my aunt answered simply.

"Yeah I know." I sighed, "I'll start looking for one tomorrow."

"Alright. I know that you'll probably tired, so I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Okay. I love you, Auntie."

"I love you too. Goodnight."

"Night." I hung up the mobile and stood up from the couch, heading towards my bedroom to get some sleep.

-0-

"We could always try Finches," Rose suggested, pointing to an ad in the newspaper that we were looking through the next morning, as we sat on the couch in my living room.

"The butchers?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

"What? They always have jobs there."

"I know. But the butchers? That would have to be the most awful job in the world!"

Rose gave me an exasperated look, "Do you have any better ideas?"

"If I did, don't you think I would have already came up with something?" I sighed, resting my head back on the couch. "Why is it so hard to find a job?"

"Well, if our job didn't get blown up then we wouldn't have to be," Rose reminded me. "Whoever blew up the store has hell to pay." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah…" I said in a distracted tone as I thought about the Doctor, wondering if I would see him again.

In that moment, there was a knock on the door. Rose looked over at me.

"Are you expecting anyone? Your aunt?"

I shook my head, giving a small frown. "No," I answered. "She's not visiting me until next week." I stood up from the couch, brushing off and fixing my skirt, "I'll go see who it is."

"Alright…I'll keep looking for jobs." Rose flipped the page of the newspaper to the other 'Help Wanted' ads, "Wish me luck on that," she joked sarcastically.

I laughed softly, shaking my head at her. The knocks continued.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called. I got to the front door and peeked through the peek hole, only to be surprised to find the Doctor on the other side of the door, hands stuffed in his pockets. I pulled open the door quickly, causing the Doctor to look at me,startled.

"What're you doing here?"

"Uh, I live here." I leaned against the door frame, looking at him.

"Well, what would you do that for?"

"Well, I'm paying for it with my own money, from a job that you blew up- thanks for that by the way," I answered sarcastically. "'Sides, I think the better question is what you're doing here." I poked him in the chest with a smirk, "come to blow up my flat this time?"

The Doctor didn't seem to hear me as he took out his sonic, tapping it on his hand. "Must've got the wrong signal." He looked me over, and I could have sworn his gaze lingered on my legs, but I crossed that off as my imagination. "You're not plastic, are you?"

"Last time I checked, I wasn't," I replied as he knocked on my forehead with his knuckles.

"No, bonehead. Bye, then!" He went to leave, but I grabbed his arm.

"Nope, I don't think so," I said simply, tugging him by the arm. "I think I need a better explanation for what happened."

Before he could say anything, I tugged him inside the flat and closed the door.

TBC...

In...

Sophie (Rose), Part 3...

Next part is the final part of this episode :)

So...Nine and Sophie...what do you guys think so far of them? I rather like them so far. It's a definitely different relationship than what her and Ten have but they still have that chemistry I think that made you fall in love with the Doctor and Sophie in the first place. But yeah, anyway please leave reviews for the second part! I really, really, really, hope you like it as much as the first part! :D