A/N: If you've read past the Prologue of this story (and read my first, gaudy yet necessary, Author's Note) then congratulations. Anyway onto the story; enjoy!

Chapter One

"Come on you can do it," The Doctor said, reassuring her. Kara lifted the weight once more and dropped it onto the hooks; her whole body aching. "I told you that you could do it!"

"I'm dead," she groaned in her Irish accent that made words dance along her tongue.

"No you're not; get up," The Doctor said holding out his hand. Kara took the hand and slowly sat up.

The T.A.R.D.I.S had vast facilities and one of them was its gym. The Doctor had been making Kara work on her upper body strength by bench pressing every morning. She didn't like doing them but never the less she did…every day.

The Doctor grabbed a towel off the rack and tossed it to her before ripping off his white t-shirt, to reveal his well-toned body, and reaching for another towel nearby to wipe the sweat off him. His black jogging bottoms were sticking to his legs slightly but that was nothing compared to Kara.

Her Pink Sports bra was stuck to her chest and the sweat in her black leggings acted like glue so that they clung to her skin with every minor movement. "That was horrible."

"I thought you were a soldier," The Doctor smirked, pushing his damp auburn hair out of his eyes keen blue eyes.

"I am but that was just taking the mick," she groaned, getting up off the bench and feeling her legs nearly stick together. "That's it; I'm going for a shower and getting changed." Kara turned and walked out the gym.

"I'm right behind you," The Doctor replied; walking after her. He stopped at the doors, checked the room once over before turning off the lights and slamming the door behind him.

Since Kara seemed to value privacy, The Doctor had given her a section of the ship for her own personal use; a lounge, a pool, a large bedroom, wardrobe, toilet and wash area. She didn't really spend a lot of time there but The Doctor savoured the moments of solitude he could get when she was. That being said, the Time Lord greatly enjoyed being around her but this incarnation in particularly enjoyed solitude, silence, and naps; though he often ended up getting bored and went off searching for problems which he could solve.

The Doctor made his way to his personal baths which were constructed of marble and had a heated bath the size of a swimming pool, shower, toilets, sinks and large mirrors as well as a hidden sauna which he rarely used. As soon as the door was closed; he ripped off the remainder of his clothing and jumped into the bath.

He leaned back and sighed. He let his muscles relax as he kicked back and watched the steam rise off the surface of the water. His mind drifted and a thousand thoughts began to rush through his head. Suddenly he saw flash backs of death; mainly lives he'd taken in this regeneration.

The Time Lord panicked and immediately jumped out of the water; his breath sharp. He calmed down and sighed; it was just old memories, it was okay. He dunked his head under the water, wetting his hair, before jumping up from the pool and grabbing a white pristine towel and drying himself down.

The Doctor tried not to think about anything from his past as he quickly brushed his hair and swiped his clothes off a marble counter top and yanking them on. He loved his clothes; he thought they were the best outfit he could have picked; a long black trench coat, smart black trousers, a crisp white shirt, a thin black tie, polished black leather shoes, leather gloves and his beloved black trilby.

He donned the clothes, his hat last, and exited the wash area and back towards the console; passing his study and bedroom along the way. Eventually he found his way back to the coral and steam punk console room.

His shoes tapped against the metal mesh flooring as he made his way up to the rounded console; stroking its coral surface. He began to think about where to head to next when he saw Kara entering the console room dressed in a pink hoodie, jeans and a pair of bright fluorescent pink converse; she was pulling her dark hair back into a pony tail.

"So what now?" she asked, walking up the steps and onto the main platform; plonking herself down onto the battered old car seats.

"What?" The Doctor asked, not really paying attention to what she was saying.

"Where to know?" she said, rewording her sentence.

"That's what I was just thinking of and I think I've got it," he replied. The Time Lord walked around the console and pulled a lever, setting the T.A.R.D.I.S into flight.

"And where would that be?"

"Aqualor," The Doctor told her as the console room shook and the time rotor rose and fell. "It has the most tranquil lake in the universe; I'm taking you on a boat ride, it's just what we need after this morning's training."

"Sounds like fun!" she shouted over the engines.

"Oh it will be!" he shouted back, flicking a lever and striking the console with a mallet as the T.A.R.D.I.S rocketed through the Time Vortex and towards their destination.


Knight could take Bishop but leave the Queen open to attack. Or Rook could move to protect the King but be taken by the same Bishop, leaving the same problem concerning the Queen.

Kate hated it when the Doctor did this. His chess prowess inflated his ego beyond normal, and left him with a smug grin after the game was over. Although tonight he seemed distracted. The earlier encounters with two of his past lives- past incarnations seemed to have shook him greatly. She didn't know why, and she got the distinct feeling it was private. He lay underneath the console on the level above, humming a tune the little Scottish man had been whistling on the Glucose Station. His great trick.

She preferred it when he was smug.

"Made your move yet?" He called down, finishing up on the controls.

"Not quite." Kate replied, her fingers hovering between pieces. She finally settled on moving her King one place to the right. "Now I have."

The humming stopped as he leapt up and bounded down the spiral staircase. He wiped his grease covered fingers on a rag which he promptly threw haphazardly over his shoulder. It landed near a bookshelf, quickly forgotten.

It was weird to see him without his waistcoat or ascot, as if he was naked without them. Those articles hung off the end of the Chez Longue, still quite ruined by the previous adventure. Kate had taken it upon herself to find him a new set.

The Doctor smiled quietly at her as he took his seat, before eyeing the pieces and calculating all possible moves. He had his 'Deep Blue' face on. The disappointed variant.

"You failed to fall into my trap." He commented, before moving his second Bishop to be in line with her King. "No matter, check."

Kate groaned at that. She flicked down her King, signifying her surrender. The Doctor didn't look happy at that.

"Come on, Kate." He moaned, looking up at her quite sympathetically. Of course he'd do better on these games, but it wasn't like she was awful at Chess. She'd managed to take all his pawns, both knights and a rook. "I saw you beat a Nivoli. It's not a huge jump to beat me at Chess."

"I don't really fancy playing anymore." She admitted. "I'm still trying to get my head around how you change your face."

The Doctor stiffened at that. He didn't like to address regeneration or his past. Especially after Kate had absorbed his energy. If she knew the implications of that, or if he could figure how she did it, there would be problems between them. It didn't help how the imp and Chinboy seemed to know more than he did.

"I thought Clara explained it." He replied, resetting the board to avoid Kate's eyes.

"She did. But it's still… weird." She said, feeling bad about bringing it up. She'd done it now, might as well continue. "To think those two were you. Or you were both of them. Or something."

"It's a trick I've done too many times." The Doctor mentioned after a pause. "I did it just before we met. The man before me wore that green jacket."

The said jacket still hung on the hat stand beside the door, looking grubby and stupidly large beside his finer tailcoat. Why he kept it around, he had no idea. There was some important reason. Something.

"Hopefully we won't see another me again. Although it does start to happen more and more as I get older." He finished, satisfied with the angle of the Bishops and rising.

"Hang on." Kate said, regaining his attention. Her change in tone let him know it was safe to look at her again, and was surprised to find she was holding a box out to him. "For the man with many faces."

Tentatively, he took the package from her and lifted the lid to slowly peek inside. Once he saw the contents, he laughed before pulling her into a hug.

Once they parted, he pulled the new, navy blue ascot out of the box to fox it on beneath his shirt. Next, he unfolded the waistcoat she'd picked out. It was a shiny, silken silver base, with yellow and blue patterns decorating an Egyptian pattern. There was the image of a Pharaoh on the shoulder, as well as hieroglyphs down the opposite breast.

He had to say it suited him perfectly.

"Dug these out from your wardrobe." Kate said, smiling at his joy as he fastened the buttons and looped his watch chain between them.

"A very good eye you have, Miss Dennis." He gave a little bow, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles in gentlemanly thanks.

The intimate moment was ruined by a sudden alarm, the tolling of a bell from deep within the TARDIS. The Doctor looked shocked by that, promptly dashing up the stairs, dragging Kate with him, and beginning a frantic dance around the console. He stared at the scanner briefly, memorising the Galifreyian information.

"What is it?" Kate asked, grabbing hold of a panel as the ship began lurching.

"Charged Vacuum Emboidment!" He yelled, readjusting most of the levers and pressing messes of buttons at the same time. "Like a wormhole, it outsources entropy normally. But this one's just… opened!"

"Good? Bad?"

"No! Yes!" He answered, once again following her literal questions. "We're caught in the gravity well, we'll be sucked in! I haven't got a clue what's on the other side! I really hope it's not E-Space!"

"Don't we have shields?! Or deflectors?! Or thrust?!" She asked, pulling across a slider when he motioned her to.

"No thrust, not a conventional space ship! No deflectors, this isn't Star Trek!" The Doctor dodged around to her other side, manipulating several controls as he went before adding quietly. "And I forgot to turn the shields back on."

"You forgot to turn the shields on?!" Kate was shocked.

"I wasn't the one who turned them off in the first place!" He reminded her, flicking several switches. "Hold on to something!"

The room lurched once more, Kate was thrown to the floor, and remembered nothing more.

A/N: Sorry for the extra author's note but I just had to say that you can clearly see the contrast in our two styles of writing and it would hurt my ego to much to say that MisterWhy's better than me so I'll leave it to suggestion. As stated before; you should probably go to MisterWhy's page to understand the story better between 'the other' Doctor and his companion Kate. The links here;

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And once more; thanks for reading and a review, favourite or follow would be much appreciated. :)