"So how many times have you actually met them, The Beatles?", asked Rose, who had not stopped excitedly chattering since they had emerged from the music room(s).

The Doctor and her were now hand in hand, walking back with a spring in their steps to the console room.

"Oh, a few times,", said The Doctor modestly. Rose saw through it.

"Come on, Doctor,", she said.

"Well... Maybe once or twice, or, ehem, 6 times, but that was it, honestly,", he said, giving *that cough* again.

"I want to know all about them.".

"Well, you're going to meet them, what more can you ask for?", said The Doctor, giggling at his companion's enthusiam.

"I want to know everything you know about them. And all about the 6 times. Did you like go to their shows and meet them afterwards, or were you in the crowds of screaming girls chasing their car?", said Rose, teasing.

"Well, Each time was in a different regeneration cycle, of course, and as John Smith. Oh, I was around for a few recording sessions, and a few other things...".

"Oh, my God, are you on one of their songs, Doctor?".

"Well...", said The Doctor, modestly canting his head from side to side.

"Oh, my gosh, you are! Oh. My. God. Are you 'Doctor Robert'?", said Rose, now rambling like an excited school girl.

"Well... No. I was on one of their songs, but I got cut.".

"You got cut?!", said Rose, starting to laugh.

"Yeah, well, kind of. You know that track on the White Album, 'Revolution 9'?".

"Yeah, the one with all the random voices and sounds?".

"That's the one. Well, anyhow, I was going to be the voice saying 'Number 9, Number 9', until I got cut.".

"Why did you get cut, Doctor?".

"Well, apparently, my voice at the time had... erm, 'bad vibrations'. According to Yoko, anyway. So she fired me,", said The Doctor, giving a half-smile.

"Yoko? You were fired by Yoko Ono?", asked Rose. "Why couldn't they fix that in dubbing, or whatever they call it?".

"My aura. It was purple, apparently. She couldn't even stand the sight of me. What I meant was; 'Good vibes, man'...?".

"Oooooh, I see,", said Rose, now starting to giggle at The Doctor's 'hippy voice' he had just pulled.

"But it wasn't all that bad. Because George taught me how to play the sitar, and I'm on a few tracks, just briefly.".

Just then, they arrived back at the console.

"So,", said The Doctor, "Where to? '63, 'Pop Go The Beatles'? Hamburg? 'Abbey Road' recording sessions? Ed Sullivan? Doesn't make any difference to me, it's all Fab,", said The Doctor, emphasizing the last word as he flipped switches on the console.

"'64 sounds cool to me. Can you dig it, Doctor?", she said, joining in, giving him a coy wink. A smirk started to pull at the corner of The Doctor's mouth, and he dodged back around the blue column in the center of the console.

"Sounds totally boss, baby,", he replied, deepening his voice a little to sound more masculine while Rose tried not to laugh.

The Doctor was clicking dials, typing rapidly on the typewriter wired to the mainframe, and in a moment, he put his hand on the main switch that ultimately sent them into the time vortex. He looked back around the console and gave Rose a quick wink before giving it a tug, which sent the TARDIS sailing violently through the vortex. Rose and The Doctor clung to the console, and laughed giddily as they were thrown this way and that.

After about a full 30 seconds of rough riding, they stopped, and the familiar groaning, moaning sound of the TARDIS landing sounded in their ears, followed by the firm thud of a completed materialization.

Rose didn't wait a moment before running to the doors, and The Doctor followed her, grabbing his coat from one of the odd-shaped columns on the way out the door. Rose didn't wait half a second before bursting out the doors.

It was a street. Nothing going on, just cars parked alongside. Not a soul to be seen.

"So where are we?".

"Good old London-town, near Marylbone Station.".

"When are we?".

"2nd of March, 1964."

"Right,", said Rose, looking around.

"Wait for it...", said The Doctor, peering around the cars parked alongside the road.

Rose squinted a little at him, wondering if he was starting to go mad.

Then Rose became aware of a few men on the opposite side of the street on the pavement. They were obscured by the parked cars at first. One was just standing around, talking to another man, who had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and yet another had his face pressed up against some big black object that Rose couldn't quite fully see. She stood up on her toes to try to see over the cars.

"Aha,", she said to herself. It was a movie camera. "I can see now,", she said. Then a confused look came over her face. "But... What is that bloke doing with a movie camera?".

Just then, the man with the cigarette stepped in front of the camera. He had a clapboard, which he snapped rather loudly.

Rose was now watching intently.

Just then, the man behind the camera exclaimed, "Action!".

Nothing happened.

The man behind the camera waited expectantly. In a moment, he visibly heaved a heavy sigh.

"RIGHT LADS, I'M GONNA YELL REALLY LOUD, AND WHEN YOU HEAR ME SAY 'ACTION', YOU RUN, OKAY?", he said.

Rose was starting to wonder who he could possibly be talking to on an empty street when there came a reply "Sorry, Mister Lester!".

Rose furrowed her brow, and looked for the source. When she looked around a little, she realized that the voice must have been coming from behind a nearby building only a few hundred feet up the street.

Mr. Lester, who was apparently a director of some sort, shook his head, and removed his cap to ruffle his already messy hair, heaving another sigh.

The man with the clapboard ducked in front of the camera again and did his thing, and in a moment, Mr. Lester shouted as loud as ever he could "ACTION!".

Rose watched closely, and out from behind the building that the muffled shout had come from a moment earlier came 3 young men in suits at a dead run. In a second more, the scene became very, very familiar.

At least 4 dozen hysterical teenagers followed - no, chased the three young men (whose identity was now so obvious that it was impossible to guess wrong) down the street. The screams were absolutely deafening.

The camera crew sat stationary at the end of the block, The Beatles (minus Paul) running straight at them, the mob of fans on their heels.

Rose watched giddily, and The Doctor plugged his ears with his fingers.

As the actors reached the end of the block, a man attempted to shout into a megaphone above the screams "CUT!".

George, John and Ringo, unable to stop, dodged around the camera crew and slowed themselves, and in a second, the director was overwhelmed by the following crowd of extras, trying in vain to come to a screeching halt.

"All right, girls and lads, we've got to try a new shot,", started the director, though Rose didn't hear any of the rest of it.

"Come on, let's get closer,", said The Doctor, nudging Rose to cross the street.

"Are you sure? Won't they notice we aren't supposed to be here? They shut the street down so people couldn't get in, didn't they?", she said.

"They'll never notice us, there's such a crowd,", he said reassuringly.

"Okay,", said Rose not wanting to argue.

Rose and The Doctor crossed the street and squeezed past the parked cars, filtering into the crowd of extras.

It wasn't 30 seconds before the director shouted, "Reset, please, everyone! RESET!".

The crowd started back up the street, along with the Beatles. Rose and The Doctor started walking back up as well, hanging towards the edge of the group.

Just then, Rose felt a hand on her arm, nudging her further into the crowd. She looked around.

"Come on, sweetheart, we've got to make this quick. I've got a schedule almost as tight as the boys',", said the director, on her heels, prodding her on with the crowd. Rose easily guessed who he meant by 'the boys'.

Rose didn't say anything, but she picked up her pace to keep up with the crowd. Then she felt an arm accidentally brush her shoulder. She looked over.

She saw the sleeve of a suit. Her eyes followed it up to the shoulder, past the collar, up the neck, all the way to the dark, floppy hair.

"Don't worry about him, love. He's just a bit cross because the lads and I are bit rubbish at acting,", said the man next to her.

It was George. George Harrison.

A huge lump rose in Rose's throat. After a second that felt like a whole minute of standing and involuntarily staring, a little voice screamed in Rose's head 'SAY SOMETHING!', but all that came out was a faint wheezing sound. She quickly clapped her mouth shut, and swallowed hard.

"I... I think you're doing brilliantly,", she said, trying to get it together quickly.

"That's nice of you to say, but we're rubbish anyway,", he said, snorting a little. "I'm George,", he said, smiling down at her, offering a hand.

She accepted it, but before she realized what was happening, he raised her hand to his mouth and planted a kiss on it.

Rose stopped breathing.

"And your name is...?", he asked, still not releasing her hand.

A second and a half of panic set in when Rose realized that she couldn't remember her name. She didn't allow herself to stammer, but instead gulped once again. Then it came to her.

"Rose. Rose Tyler,", the words tumbled out of her mouth.

"Rose,", he echoed. "So have you ever been in a film before?".

"N- No,", stuttered Rose.

"Really? Because you look like an actress. Definitely pretty enough...", he said, looking her up and down with his brown eyes. Rose's face flushed.

"I... I've never even been on a film set before,", she said, looking away from him.

"Are you sure? Because I could have sworn I've seen you before...", he continued.

If Rose could have turned a darker shade of red she would have been redder than the reddest apple. And if the nearby Doctor could have turned a darker shade of green he would definitely be greener than the green apple label on his unexpected rival's records.

By then they were rounding the corner and were almost in position to reset. Just then, two more young men in suits stepped up beside George.

"Come on, George. We've got to work, not flirt,", said John.

"Why can't we do both? Easy for you to say anyway, you're tied down to the old ball and chain,", groaned George before giving Lennon a good-natured shove to the side.

"Be a sport, John,", chimed in Ringo, giving John a playful punch in the arm.

Just then the director shouted "RESET PLEASE, PEOPLE, WE'VE GOT TO GET THIS MOVING ALONG!", and George finally released Rose's hand and let her catch up with her Doctor in the crowd.

"I'll be seeing you, Rose!", he called after her. She turned and smiled at him before walking on.

As Rose walked away, she thought she heard Ringo mutter to George, "At least she didn't swoon like the last one".

Rose nearly laughed, but she stifled it and continued on.

When she trotted up to the Doctor, he was visibly grinding his teeth.

"So. I've see you've met a few of them,", he said, heaving a sigh through his teeth, and clinching his fists in the pockets of his brown trenchcoat.

"Doctor... You're not... Jealous? Are you?", said Rose, amusement in her eyes.

"Jealous? Me? Pshh...", he tried to scoff, but it wasn't nearly as convincing as he thought it was. He ran his long fingers nervously through his heavily-gelled brown hair, mussing it up even more than it had been before (but really, his hair was excellent in any form, from every angle). He started fidgeting with his tie, tugging on the Windsor knot repeatedly.

There wasn't time to say anything more before the director shouted once again "ACTION!".

The Beatles took off at a lope, and the throng of extras followed with about a 5 second delay. Rose and The Doctor felt quite at home, running. But for once they weren't running from a murderous monster from deep space or a bomb about to wipe out half of creation. They were chasing after possibly the single best and most successful band to ever exist.

Rose was trying to run on tip-toe so as to get a view of the boys in question when suddenly George tripped and fell, and Ringo fell over him. John was laughing at the pair of them.

And in that moment, Rose knew this was the famous shot that was going to be used in the film. And she was in it (though she and The Doctor would watch it back at a later date, and Rose would swear that the top of her blonde head was visible for a few seconds, but The Doctor would insist it was the girl in front of her). But she was there when it all happened, anyway.

So at the end of this take, the director shouted to the crowd; "All right, ladies and gents, we're running out of time, and we've gotta get the stuff with Paul inside the train station before lunch. But this time, we're going to try it on the other side of the street. So please if you could all reset across the street, that would be lovely!".

"RESET PEOPLE, ACROSS THE STREET!", echoed another one of the crew.

Rose was starting to cross the street when she felt the Doctor's gentle but repetitive tapping on her arm.

"What is it?", she whispered.

"TARDIS,", he bent down and breathed in her ear, nodding towards the police box sitting on the pavement that was now about to get trompled by 3/4 of a pop group and 4 dozen extras.

"Oh,", said Rose. "What are we going to do? It's not like we can just move it out of the way in front of all these people.".

"It's all right,", he said knowingly. "Watch this.".

He reached into his inside pocket and produced his screwdriver, the blue tip only barely visible from under his coat. He gave the button on the side a little squeeze, and it made it's buzzing sound, the end lighting up. Rose waited for something to happen. Nothing did.

She looked over at the Doctor expectantly. He gave her a wink.

"RESET, PEOPLE! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT! WE'RE ALL ON A SCHEDULE!", said the director, now getting impatient.

Everyone sped it up across the street, and took their position behind a building at the end of the street. Rose kept looking at the Doctor questioningly.

"ACTION!".

The crowd started running, headed by the Fab 3/4ths. Rose kept looking up ahead, and she noticed immediately something wasn't right. The entire mob was running directly towards the TARDIS, as if they fully intended to just smack right into it.

Rose's breath caught in her throat as it looked like Ringo was going to run right into the TARDIS like he didn't even see it.

But in another second, he just disappeared without a trace. He didn't go in the doors, it's just like he just disintigrated the minute he touched it. The same happened with the other two boys, and then with the rest of the crowd.

"Paranuclear perception filter. They don't see it, it doesn't even exist to them. So they just pass on through,", said the Doctor.

"How? Are they in the TARDIS?", asked Rose.

"No, no, they just pass through it as if it weren't even there,", said the Doctor, grinning slyly.

Just then, Rose noticed something wasn't right. The crowd in front of her now seemed to be dodging the TARDIS, and looked at it peculiarly.

The Doctor's expression changed quickly from one of cocky satisfaction to one of alarm.

"Oh, no, no, no,", he said, taking out his screwdriver and starting to fiddle with it, pointing it at the TARDIS.

"What?".

"The perception field, it's shorting out. They can see the TARDIS now.".

"Well, it's almost the end of the shot, no one will say anything. They'll just think they hadn't noticed it before,", said Rose.

"I hope so,", said the Doctor.

"CUT!", screamed the director at the end of the block.

"Good,", said the Doctor. "They may not capture it on film if they cut now,", he said. "Look, I think we should just check on the old girl for a moment before we get on and do whatever. The perception filter shorted for a reason. It's one of the basic defenses. I hope it's not the thermocuplings overheating and shorting out the radiospherical receptors again,", groaned the Doctor.

They casually slipped away from the crowd and slickly made their way back into the time machine without anyone noticing a thing. They hoped.

But what they didn't hear was the director's panic-stricken voice; "Where's the boys?!".