Hey, everyone! Chapter 2 is here, and we're heading into the Victorian era. And yes, I know what all of you are thinking and you're probably right. Also, as a side note, AstroGuyM45 who reviewed the last chapter with such a wonderful essay...is my boyfriend! He is also the mysterious B I sometimes leave teasers and hints for. Just wanted to let you all know in case you thought it was some random creep, lol. He's not a creep at all, he's very sweet and romantic, but when I found out about his review I thought I'd better leave an author's note about it. Anyway, I could go on about him forever, but I won't, because you came here to read the chapter, not my life story XD Enjoy!

Sequel – Chapter 2: Victorian Beginnings

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since I had farewelled the Doctor, knowing that he was going to go and take Amy to the Starship UK and meet Winston Churchill, things that I wasn't too fussed on missing out on, but two weeks?

I sighed, lying on my back in my room and staring up at the white ceiling. At least it wasn't two or even twelve years…yet.

Would he even want to come back?

The thought came unbidden and reared its ugly head. He had Amy now, and he knew we didn't love each other in the same way…so would he feel the need to take me with him at all? Or would I just become the rebound companion that changed his life and then was forgotten?

The thought was terrifying and grew monstrously throughout the next few days. Every car horn would be the TARDIS, every bowtie on TV the Doctor, and every flash of red Amy's hair. All the while I waited with bated breath for that moment when it would be reality.

My phone buzzed one afternoon. It was an unknown number, but I knew that no-one had my number unless I had given it to them, so I answered.

"Hello?"

"Talia."

The voice was female and Scottish and instantly recognisable.

"Amy? How…what…how do you have my number?" I gasped out, a grin spreading to fill my face.

"The Doctor gave it to me. We're getting there in about five minutes. Just wanted to give you a heads up. The Doctor's already set the coordinates, so we can't really change. Anyway, see you soon!" she explained.

"Ok!" I cried back, hanging up and dashing out the front door. Taking a seat on an old tree stump, I closed my eyes and waited for the exhilarating sound.

When it came a couple of minutes later, I went and stood by the TARDIS as it materialised, then opened the doors and went in before the Doctor had a chance to.

"Ah, Talia. See? I told you I wouldn't leave you long. If my calculations are correct it has been exactly twenty four hours since you last saw me." The Doctor cried, coming over and embracing me.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Not quite. It's been almost three weeks."

He stared, opening and closing his mouth several times like a fish before resorting to a mere, "Sorry."

Amy patted me on the back and said very seriously, "Consider yourself lucky. The least I got was two years."

The Doctor conveniently ignored that and busied himself with setting the coordinates.

"Where are we going?" I asked, hoping he wasn't going to say a museum.

He grinned at the both of us. "To the height of the Gothic revival era."

My eyes widened and a grin spread across my face. I had always loved the gothic fashion. I was never emo or full goth, but I could appreciate the look. So I instantly tore up the stairs and along the corridors, running for several minutes before I realised that it was a new TARDIS and thus I had no idea where the wardrobe was. Amy, having blindly followed, almost ran into me.

"Sorry, I just realised that I don't know where I'm going." I said quickly.

"Don't know where you're going?" Amy accused. "You've been living in the TARDIS for…how long?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "But when the Doctor changed, the interior of the TARDIS changed, because he broke it."

She stared blankly at me.

"He hasn't explained about his regeneration yet, has he?"

She shook her head.

With a sigh and a silent plea to the TARDIS to lead us where we needed to go, I began to explain about the Doctor and the events preceding his meeting with Amy. Soon, we did find the wardrobe, and it was even more fantastic than before. Lights in the floor led us to the gothic section, where I quickly trailed off my explanation due to wonder at the sheer amount of dresses and corsets and accessories in front of me.

Like kids in a lolly shop, we spent the next hour and a half trying on all the dresses and mixing and matching outfits. I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear as everything was so beautiful, however I eventually settled on one and Amy on another. Both suited us perfectly and I knew that we would fit right in.

I also knew what Doctor Who-related characters existed in Victorian London; the period we were going to.

We headed back down to the console room and found the Doctor – in his same old outfit as usual – rapidly landing the TARDIS. When he turned upon our arrival, his jaw dropped.

"Wow…you look amazing! Both of you!" he cried with a huge Matt Smith grin.

I wore a red and black layered dress with an off-the-shoulder collar, buttons going down the centre and thin lace black gloves. A red bow tied my hair back in a long plait, while I had also applied appropriate make-up. It was like a dream to be able to dress like this and go out in public…and it wasn't strange.

I also couldn't help thinking about how the previous Doctor would have reacted.

Amy's dress was shorter and greeny-black, with an even lower collar and long elegant sleeves. Her hair hung around her shoulders as usual, but she had found a sparkly dark green barrette that held one side of it back behind her ear.

"Well, ladies, are you ready?" the Doctor asked, gesturing with an elaborate bow to the doors.

Amy and I shared a grin and said that we were, before taking each of the Doctor's offered elbows and heading out.

It was beautiful and snowing. Those were my first two impressions. Then I began gazing around in wonder at the ornate gothic buildings, people walking past with lacy parasols and black corsets, and the horse-drawn carriages. Most people would say it looked scary and creepy; I said it was amazing and looked beautiful in its own right.

We wandered away from the TARDIS down one of the cobbled streets, nodding politely to people who passed. I expected Gelth and Whispermen to be around every corner, but we came across nothing out of the ordinary. I wondered if we'd pass Paternoster Row, and looked around for a horse and cart driven by a Sontaran. I would love to come across Strax and the gang. But, then again, I didn't know whether or not they had even been formed yet, as dates weren't usually given in the episodes set in the Victorian era.

"…strange noises in the Underground."

It was just a whisper as we passed two old men chatting to each other, but it was enough to make the Doctor stand up straighter and pay more attention.

He had suddenly produced a top hat and cane from somewhere; probably one of his endlessly large pockets. He used the cane to point at a sign several yards away:

UNDERGROUND

"The London Underground?" I asked.

"Yep. Some of the first sections built." He grinned. "So…who wants to go and investigate a creepy underground railway?"

I made my excitement known, but Amy looked torn between wariness and excitement herself. Finally, though, the excitement won and, with a nervous giggle, she indicated for us to advance down the completely black tunnel.

The Doctor lit his screwdriver, which only served to cast shadows on everything, increasing the eerie feel. Feeling like I'd just walked into a horror film and expecting serial killers to loom out of the darkness every metre, I followed the Doctor with a mixture of an adrenaline-filled joy and fear.

"Nothing to worry about down here." The Doctor was babbling. "The only reason why it's this dark is because, unlike in your time, the Underground didn't run at night. It stopped at a certain time. Of course, the change didn't come about for many years…"

He continued to chat about the Underground's history, while behind him Amy and I kept looking around nervously; as much as I was enjoying this, I was aware that this was the real world and so anything could happen. Plus, I was with the Doctor, so literally anything could happen.

A sudden hiss split the silence, making all three of us jump. A scuttling sound followed. Without a word, the Doctor headed in the direction of the noise, pointing the screwdriver ahead of him.

"Hello?" He called. I felt like kicking him, but then again, that was what the Doctor did; call out into creepy darkness. "Anyone there?"

Another sharp hiss was the response, then a female voice spat, "Go away, apes!"

It was a voice I easily recognised, and I instantly relaxed. Amy stared at me like I was crazy.

"We're not apes." The Doctor said slowly. "We won't hurt you. Come into the light so we can see you."

In answer, she seemed to move further away. To my surprise, the Doctor pulled a gravity globe from one of his incredible pockets, throwing it up into the air where it hung, illuminating the platform we had reached and emphasising the blackness of the train tunnels on either side.

A flash of green ducked down behind the little office where tickets would be purchased. The Doctor approached one step at a time.

The figure stood up, wearing a typical outfit of her people but unarmed. She stared the Doctor in the face, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You are not an ape, yet you look like one." She said, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

The Doctor drew in a breath as he got his first good look at her.

"A Silurian! Wow, you certainly look different to the last time I saw you. It must have been a different tribe."

For standing before him, at the beginning of her life above ground, was Madam Vastra.

Hers was a backstory that was only mentioned but never shown (she says in one of the episodes that the Doctor found her in the Underground and helped her to see that humans weren't all bad), so I wanted to write my version of what happened. That's sort of what I'm trying to do in these stories; fill in the blanks in the series, as well as include some ideas of my own. Review please!