I'm not sure if it should kind of follow the real story(Ruby in the Smoke, I mean) or not. Suggestions?

I've got ideas, just I'm not sure which way this should go.

Also, I'm thinking of doing a Party Animals/Doctor Who cross. Like or not?
This is purely for enjoyment. I'm trying to clear my mind for Year 12/senior, this relieves stress actually.

Doctor Who (c) BBC

He kept his word, he let her be at the corner. He stopped and released her arm, he really didn't want to lose her. Why was he losing her? She stood there, looking at him. He wanted to follow her, he knew he did. His eyes were boaring into her, looking for information, Jim knew something was up. But also knew he couldn't get it by asking. She smiled, just staring into his eyes.

"Goodbye Jim." She began walking away. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing him not moving an inch, he was keeping his word. No matter how much his heart was telling him not to.

He lost sight of her. He sighed and look where she'd gone, then turn around and headed away. He mentally debated telling her he knew she was following him. He decided against it. There were intelligent women in the 1800s, yes, but none, at any time, would keep him company like she did, even from the shadows.

Screw it, he let her follow.

She tailed him for a while. She was good, he admitted. He almost lost her a few times. He glanced back once in a while, worried she'd given up, then continued. He wondered why she was following. Maybe she wanted to know why he wanted to help her? He didn't know himself. He stopped infront of Fred's shop in the square. He snorted to himself,thinking about know nursing and photography seemed to come together with those two. He went in, and she went to the window to try and see in. She'd stopped being stealthy.

"Hello, Amelia, Fred." He grinned as Amelia's eye twitched. "Oh, come on, Pond. I didn't take so long on purpose. A girl needed help." He told her as Rory rolled his eyes. He knew his name was Fred, but the name stung deep in his heart, he tried not to think of him as Fred. "I felt like I knew her. That I really should. She seems to want to know about me." He continued. "Afterall, she followed me here. She's looking for the Doctor." He told them with a grin, as their expressions twitch from annoyed to surprised. Amelia turned to the door, trying to see her, they're never that obvious, he thought to himself. Rory was slightly more sutble.

"Want me to talk to her?" He asked Jim. Jim smiled, he'd just been about to suggest that.

"Her name's apparently Sally Lockhart." He said sarcastically, why was he being sarcastic? "See if your mad nursing skills can help." He smiled as Rory flinched. Then Rory went outside.

"So..." Amelia started, trying to get Jim 's attention. "How'd you meet her?" She asked. He knew she meant today, but he need to clear something out in his head.

"I can't remember. All I know is that I knew her a long time ago. But she hasn't changed at all. How can that work if I knew you as a child?" He asked her. She looked at him confused. Obviously she didn't know her. But why not? Amelia seemed to think he told her everything, why wouldn't her tell her about a beautiful girl? What was he missing?

"I meant today." She told him grumpily. "Don't remind me about a life you'll never tell me." Another quirk that was unusual about Amelia. She wasn't the perfect little chattle that most women were, she wasn't conniving either, why hadn't anyone tried to beat it out of her? Not that he didn't enjoy it. He practically loved her fiery hair and attitude. It just seemed strange for the time.

"Oh, well... I kind of left something at work..." He explained. He didn't say it was his diary. "I found it and got asked to show her to Mr Higgs. He dropped dead." Amelia gasped at that. Really? It was 1872, it did happen. Alot actually. "Anyway, she saw it happen. I offered to take her home, she only walked with me about a block. Since that she was following me."

Amelia looked at him suspiciously. "How do you know you know her? What if she just looks like someone you remember?" She asked. He frowned at her.

"Because I wouldn't feel like I need to hold her hand, if I didn't." He told her. "I need to keep her out of trouble. She's very jeapordy-prone." Amelia laughed at that. She tried to muffle them.

"Sorry. Sorry." She apologised half-heartedly. "It's just you saying that. It's calling the kettle black, isn't it? How'd you know she was following you?" She badgered on. He smiled ironically for some reason.

"Got a bit of Holmes in me, I think." He paused for a second. Where had that come from? "Who the heck is Holmes?" Amelia looked uneasy. Why? Did she know this Holmes?

"Let's see if 'Fred''s found anything out yet," She tried to get off the subject.

Jim looked and listen as well as he could to the pair. It was in the middle of a conversation, so he assumed he'd missed a bit. She was glaring at Rory. Jim swore he saw a flicker of gold in the young lady's eyes.

"Where's the Doctor?" She growled at Rory, who looked ready to fall.

"Oh god." Rory muttered hastily, why did he always say that? "Uh... I... Um, please don't tell him. ..." Jim hadn't caught the rest. "I can't tell you anything else. Even if you're not from here either, we can't risk it." What's this? She stared startled, at Rory.

"You actually know him?" Rory looked frightful.

"NO! Not the Doctor. He's... not that man anymore." Rory seemed to admit. She scoffed at him.

"I would've guessed that. I don't care what he looks like." She told him fiercely, Jim smiled to himself, a rose with thorns. "I just want to find him." She took in Rory's gaze. She sighed. "Look. I'm sorry, Mr...?"

"Just call me Rory." He quickly interjected. Jim laughed at her annoyed expression, he missed it. "Its not like that." He added. "Its just... well, he reckons we should be Ponds, not Williams." He looked embarresed. She and Jim smiled, laughing at the thought.

"'Come along, Ponds.'" She whispered quietly to herself, he'd barely heard her. He liked how it rolled off her tongue. "Nope, Williamses doesn't have the same ring. Ponds is definitely better. Besides, I bet Amelia could tell you to do anything and you would." Jim laughed at Rory's expense.

"What is it with these people?" He muttered loudly. "Amy rips me off for being a nurse, the Doctor rips me off for my nose, and you, you rip me off because you can tell through a window that I love her." Jim blinked. Didn't he always rip Rory off about his enormous nose, and that ponytail... what the heck is a ponytail? She sighed again.

"I'll be going. I know you can't help me. Even if you know what I want." She told Rory, Jim noticed how obvious her opinion was. Rory flinched, but confusion was still there. "I want my Doctor." My rose.

"How can't you..." Rory began, then he stopped. "Oh." Jim tried to look at him, to figure out what he'd realised. It could be the most important thing in the world, the universe even. "I'm sorry, Sally. He can't..." Jim couldn't hear the rest of the sentence.

"... Just don't tell Jim that." She asked Rory softly. Don't tell him what? "I'll only tell him, if I find the Doctor here. Tell him... I might take him up on his offer." She'd let him? What was she doing? He smiled. He didn't really care. Maybe he would show her his diary. She'd enjoy it, he hoped.

He watched her leave. He noticed how her steps seemed lighter. And how his heart went faster while she stepped in beat with them.

Rory turned to him. He looked at Jim confused. Then told Amelia, they needed to talk. Jim went to follow.

"Alone." Jim bit back the reply that talking together defeated the point of being alone, not by oneself, but he recognised that look, that it was important. He didn't say he wouldn't try to eavesdrop though.

"She's looking for him." He heard Rory say quietly. Amelia probably gave him a look. "No, I mean it. She's not from now. And think about it, you said he didn't know if he liked all that junk, new mouth new rules, right? And how he just changes, not ages." Jim wondered who they were talking about now. "What if... he really was different? That he didn't look like that before? What if he is her Doctor, but he doesn't know? She wouldn't recognise him. And he kind of knows her, considering that he barely remembers us, I'd say that means something."

"No way." Amelia almost sounded scandalised. "Did she say anything important?" She asked quietly.

"She told me her name." Rory admitted. "I can't tell 'Jim'." He added sadly. "The one person that needs to know, and I can't. How useless is that?" Jim decided nothing more would be gained from this, guessing from the sounds Amelia was beginning to make, to allievate Rory's dilemma. He'd find out when he needed to.