Time Lord's Hearts

by Raine44354

I've made it through the Doctor's regeneration. But what if I can't make it until the next. Canary Wharf is looming down on me. I don't want to leave my Doctor, not after we've begun to get closer. But I might just have to. Should be read in order.

4. 2x02

2x02 "Tooth and Claw"

The Doctor walked around the console while I entered the control room, pulling on my off-white button up vest over my black t-shirt. I smiled at him, showing him what I was wearing. "What do you think?" I spun around showing off my light blue-gray stonewashed jeans and off-white ballet flats. "Is this good?"

The Doctor smirked at me, "For the late 1970s?" He paused. "Its alright." I smirked at him. He's such a pain. I knew it probably wouldn't be the best thing to wear in the seventies … and seeing as I wasn't exactly sure where we would be I couldn't really be blamed. At least I'm reasonably covered. "Listen to this." He placed a CD into the player. Music that I've never heard before, but then I'm an American so that probably explains it. And I wont deny that I'm a very generic music listener. The Doctor wandered around the controls, "Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Number One in 1979."

I nodded, "And this song is called…" The Doctor gave me a look. "American, remember."

He nodded. "Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick."

I smirked, "Awesome name."

"It's good to be a lunatic—" the Doctor sang along. I laughed. He was so cute. I sat on the pilot seat, fixing my bottom right pant leg. "Would you like to see him?" the Doctor asked. I looked up confused as he came to sit beside me. I leaned back and his arm fell over the seat, his hand brushing my shoulder and playing with the tips of my hair. Our relationship, if you could call it that because I'm not entirely sure what the hell we are, has stayed pretty steady since Christmas. There have been more kisses, of course, and quiet a few subtle touches that neither of us really notice we do until it's done. We haven't brought up the 'love' thing that Cassandra told him. I wasn't ready to say it and I'm pretty sure he wasn't ready to feel it. At least I know that he felt something for me because of all the kissing. "Ian Dury."

I rose an eyebrow, "In concert?"

"What else is a TARDIS for?" the Doctor said with a smirk. The smirk then fell slightly. "Or I could take you to see someone you know."

I elbowed him slightly. "Didn't you just say 'what else if a TARDIS for'? Well, it's meant to take you to places and times you've never been. To see things you've never see and experience everything for the first time." I smirked, "Or a second."

The Doctor's smirk returned full blast. "I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar... the first anti-gravity Olympics... Caesar crossing the Rubicon... or... Ian Dury at the Top Rank, Sheffield, England, Earth, 21st November, 1979. What do you think?"

I pretended to ponder the choice for a second. "Hmmm… not gonna lie. Anti-gravity Olympics sounds awesome." I smiled at him, "But going to see this Ian Dury sounds pretty good to. … Compromise?" I asked. "Ian Dury and then Olympics?"

The Doctor jumped up, pulling me with him. I smiled as he went to the controls, tugging me along. "Hold on tight," he said pulling a lever. Sneaky little bastard knew I would let him do what he wanted. We lurched forward as the TARDIS shuddered and spun through the Vortex. The Doctor whacked the console with a hammer to the beat of the music. Wow, I feel so bad for the TARDIS. That's TARDIS abuse. We slammed to a stop and fell to the floor, laughing. The Doctor stood, "1979. Hell of a year!" He came up to me and helped me up, giving me a sweet kiss. We walked to the door, the Doctor grabbing his jacket along the way. "China invades Vietnam… The Muppet Movie! Love that film. Margaret Thatcher… urgh… Skylab falls to Earth… with a little help from me."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course." Even though I have no idea what Skylab is, it would be the Doctor's fault that it fell to Earth.

"Nearly took off my thumb," he told me. He stepped out of the doors with me following behind. "I like my thumb. I need my thumb. I very attached to…" The Doctor trailed off when he looked away from his thumb. I looked away from him, not really noticing that we were surrounded by soldiers on all sides, guns raised. We both put our hands up. "… my thumb." The Doctor just had to finish his sentence. The guns clicked as they prepared to shoot up. And this is why I agree with the Doctor on his dislike of guns. "1879. Same difference."

"Oh ya," I rolled my eyes. "Going to a concert and being held at gunpoint are really the same."

A man, the Captain I'd like to assume, spoke before the Doctor had a chance to say anything. "You will explain your presence. And the nakedness of this girl." I looked down at myself… ummm… okay.

The Doctor then spoke with a Scottish accent, "Are we in Scotland?" OH MY GOD! I bit my lip to keep from speaking or rather making the little whine I wanted to. I always loved that little accent.

"How can you be ignorant of that?" the 'Captain' asked.

"Oh, I'm- I'm dazed and confused. I've been chasing this... this wee naked child over hill and over dale. In't that right, ya... timorous beastie?"

I rose an eyebrow at him, "Sure. It's true, but call me a 'timorous beastie' one more time." He stared at me for a long moment before I smirked showing him that I was joking.

"Will you identify yourself, sir?"

Again the Doctor spoke in that sexy little Scottish accent. "I'm Doctor James McCrimmon. From the... Township of Balamory. Eh... I have my credentials, if I may..." He gestured toward his pocket and the 'Captain' nodded. The Doctor and I lowered our hands as he reached into his pocket, fumbling around for his psychic paper. He showed it to the 'Captain'. "As you can see, a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh. I trained under Doctor Bell himself."

"Let them approach," a feminine called from the carriage.

The 'Captain' looked suspicious of us still, "I don't think that's wise, ma'am."

"Let them approach," she said in a more commanding tone.

The Doctor gestured towards the carriage, the 'Captain' had no choice but to let us approach. "You will approach the carriage," he said. "And show all due deference."

The Doctor gave him an 'aye, aye, Captain' sort of gesture before taking my hand and walking me to the carriage. One of the footmen opened the door to reveal Queen Victoria. My eyes widened slightly, Queen Victoria was the one to start Torchwood. It was terrible that Torchwood was the cause of so many horrible things before Jack was put in charge. But it was needed, so Jack could be put in charge. He was needed for Children in Need, for Miracle Day. "Faline," the Doctor said to me. "Might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith."

I gave the woman a slight curtsey. "Faline Marks, Ma'am. A pleasure to meet you and I apologies for my apparent… nakedness."

The Queen gave me a slight smile, "I've had five daughters. It's nothing to me. But you, Doctor... show me these credentials." The Doctor handed her the psychic paper and the Queen studied it for a moment. "Why didn't you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you have been appointed by the Lord Provost as my Protector."

"Does it?" the Doctor asked as she handed it back to him. He glanced at the paper. "Yes, it does! Good! Good! Um.. then let me ask - why is Your Majesty travelling by road when there's a train all the way to Aberdeen?"

"A tree on the line," she told him.

"An accident?" the Doctor asked.

I turned to the Doctor slightly, "Even if it was. It would be safer for her Majesty to take another route."

Queen Victoria nodded, "I am the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. Everything around me tends to be planned."

"An assassination attempt?" he asked, there was a slight sound of surprise in his voice.

"I'm quite used to staring down the barrel of a gun," she told us.

The 'Captain' came up behind us, riding his horse. "Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence. We'll send word ahead, he'll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow."

"This Doctor and his..." Queen Victoria pause. "Timorous beastie will come with us."

The 'Captain' nodded, "Yes, Ma'am. We'd better get moving - it's almost nightfall."

"Indeed. And there are stories of wolves in these parts." I flinched. That was how this all began, wolves. "Fanciful tales intended to scare the children. But good for the blood, I think. Drive on!"

The Doctor closed the carriage door and it made its way forward. We waited before bringing up the carriage by the rear. "Its kind of depressing to think that there have been attempts on her life," I told the Doctor, wanting to start up some sort of conversation.

"1879 - she's had... oo... six attempts on her life? And I'll tell you something else:" he gave a slight pause, "we just met Queen Victoria!"

I smiled, "I know. That pretty awesome." The Doctor didn't need to know that the only part I found 'awesome' was that I knew she was the begging of Torchwood and that she basically gets scratched by the wolf and, from what I gathered from the episode, she is basically the beginning of a royal werewolf line. I smirked, "You know. In the show, when Rose was in my place she was going to bet you ten quid that she could get the Queen to say 'I am not amused'."

The Doctor smiled at me, "And did she?"

"Yes," I said. "She did, it was kind of irritating that she was trying so hard. That is one thing that I'm going to change. I do not want the Queen angry at me."

"She getting angry with you?" the Doctor said taking my hand. "That's impossible. No one can get mad at you."

I felt my face heat up and I gave him a smile, "That's so corny. Incredibly sweet, but corny."

-x-x-x-

The Doctor and I covered a multitude of subjects. We talked at bit about what I knew about him, the generalize information of course. He asked me about my family and my boring and interesting life before I met him that he found entirely fascinating. We followed the carriage, so much more boring and exhausting then the running I did with him. Though I didn't complain, the constant conversation kept me from doing so. It was at least three hours from when I last check my phone, which thankfully always told the correct time and date of wherever we were even when the Doctor was wrong; when we came upon the Torchwood House. It was a beautiful estate. The carriage stopped and one of the footmen opened the door of the carriage, helping Queen Victoria down.

A man, more then likely the man of the house, made his way toward the Queen followed by a bald man in a suit. I shivered, clutching the Doctor's hand. He didn't seam to notice my discomfort though. The man bowed to the Queen, "Your Majesty."

Queen Victoria gave him a slight nod, "Sir Robert. My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?"

"She's... indisposed, I'm afraid - she's gone to Edinburgh for the season. And she's taken the cook with her - the kitchens are barely stocked... I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on." The Doctor cocked his head to the side, realizing that for some reason unknown to him Sir Robert would rather the Queen stayed away.

The Queen was cheerful as she said, "Oh, not at all! I've had quite enough carriage exercise. And this is... charming. If rustic. It's my first visit to this house. My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside?" Sir Robert was clearly reluctant, but Queen Victoria didn't notice. "And please excuse the naked girl."

I rolled my eyes but didn't argue, "Sorry."

The Doctor placed his hand on my shoulder, "She's a feral child. I bought her for sixpence in old London Town. It was her or the Elephant Man, so..."

"Don't try to be funny," I told him.

I turned my attention to the Queen as she said, "Shall we proceed?" Sir Robert nodded and they began to make their way into the house.

The Captain turned two soldiers, "Makerson and Ramsey, you will escort the Property. Hurry up."

The two soldier's nodded saying, "Yes, sir." One of the soldiers took a small wooden box from the carriage and carried it carefully to the house.

There was a glint in his eye as the Doctor asked, "What's in there, then?"

"Property of the Crown," the Captain said. "You will dismiss any further thoughts, sir." The Doctor pulled a face at me and I smiled. "The rest of you go to the rear of the house. Assume your designated positions."

A soldier turned and said, "You heard the orders. Positions, sir." The Doctor nodded toward the house and took my hand, leading me into the house.

We followed behind Sir Robert as he led the Queen to the observatory. An enormous telescope sat in the middle of the room. I glanced behind the Doctor, I was in front of him when we entered, to see the bald man from before and two equally bald men following. "This, I take it," the Queen said drawing my attention back to her. Protect the Queen. "Is the famous Endeavour."

Sir Robert nodded, "All my father's work. Built by hand in his final years. Became something of an obsession - he spent his money on this rather than caring for the house or himself."

The Doctor smiled, "I wish I'd met him, I like him. That thing's beautiful - can I um...?" He gestured toward it.

Sir Robert nodded, "Help yourself."

The Doctor stepped forward to examine the telescope. I following, not wanting to be near the bald men. I may want to protect the Queen but that didn't mean they scared me any less. "What did he model it on?" the Doctor asked.

"I know nothing about it," Sir Robert told us. "To be honest, most of us thought him a little... shall we say, eccentric." The Doctor released a dopey laugh. "I wish now I'd spent more time with him. And listened to his stories." He glanced to the Queen. I kept a close eye on that glance. He was secretly trying to tell her that the stories, one in particular, was true.

"It's a bit rubbish," the Doctor said. I looked back at him to see him looking through the telescope. "How many prisms has it got? Way too many. The magnification's gone right over the top, that's stupid kind of a—" I placed my hand on his arm causing him to cut off. He turned his attention to me and asked quietly, "Am I being rude again?" I nodded with a smile. He's so adorable. The Doctor quickly covered his rudeness by saying, "But it's pretty! It's very... pretty." I gave his arm a squeeze and released it.

"And the imagination of it should be applauded," Queen Victoria said. "This device surveys the infinite work of God." She turned to Sir Robert. "What could be finer? Sir Robert's father was an example to us all. A polymath. Steeped in astronomy and sciences, yet equally well versed in folklore and fairytales."

The Doctor smiled, "Stars and magic. I like him more and more." He began to wander around the telescope, examining to some more.

"Oh, my late husband enjoyed his company." Queen Victoria turned to me, "Prince Albert himself was acquainted with many rural superstitions, coming as he did from Saxe Coburg."

The Doctor was suddenly at my side whispering, "That's Bavaria," in my ear. Just because he told me what it was called now-a-days… or then-a-days… whatever, doesn't mean that I have any idea where the hell it was. But if he was going to whisper in my ear like that I don't care what he says. God, that sounds so sappy. True, but sappy.

Queen Victoria turned to Sir Robert and continued, "When Albert was told about your local wolf, he was transported."

This caught the Doctor's attention. "So, what's this wolf, then?"

"It's just a story," Sir Robert said.

I gave him a slight smile. I didn't dislike Sir Robert, he was only doing this to protect his wife. "Then tell it," the Doctor said.

Sir Robert glanced at the bald man, clearly uncomfortable to be talking about this subject. His voice was haunted as he began, "It's said that-"

The bald man interrupted, I flinched away from his voice. "Excuse me, sir. Perhaps her Majesty's party could repair to their rooms. It's almost dark."

Sir Robert nodded, "Of course. Yes, of course."

"And then supper," Queen Victoria said. "And... could we find some clothes for Miss Marks? I'm tired of nakedness." I sucked on my lip ring. If I had known we were coming to this time period I would have dressed for it like we had when we had met Charles Dickens. "Sir Robert, your wife must've left some clothes. See to it. We shall dine at seven. And talk some more of this wolf. After all... there is a full moon tonight."

"So there is, Ma'am," Sir Robert bowed and the Queen left the room.

-x-x-x-

I was brought to a room, where I was meant to change into something more suitable. The Doctor didn't say anything about my odd behavior around the bald men. I'm not even sure he noticed. Well, he better notice himself that there's something wrong with them or we're having some words. … … … I am never using that phrase again. Thank god I didn't say that aloud.

I made my way to the wardrobe and opened it. I pulled out the brown dress first and held it up to myself, looking at it in the mirror. Nope. I immediately put it back. I grabbed the piece of clothing next to it, a frilly blouse, and almost laughed. No way in hell. I took out the next dress and held it up. It was a pretty blue thing. I suppose this was going to have to do, besides, everything else was going to be a little too small on me. I knew I was larger then whoever these dresses had been made for. So, this was probably the only one that would actually fit.

I placed the dress on the bed and crossed the room to open another wardrobe. It was weird that there were like four in the room, but whatever. I opened the door and almost screamed upon seeing a young maid crouching inside, breathing heavily in fear. I knelt down in front of the young maid, "Hey. It's okay." I held my hand out to her. "Come on." The maid climbed out of the wardrobe, taking my hand and I led her to the bed. "Tell me what happened."

The maid shook as she said, "They came through the house. The incitements, they took the Steward and the Master. And my Lady."

I squeezed her hand. "It's okay. I have a … friend. He can help." I smirked. "He's brilliant like that. You just have to come with me and tell him what happened."

"Oh, but I can't, Miss," the maid said.

I bit my lip and we were quiet for a moment. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"Flora," she answered.

I nodded and placed my hand on her head, stoking her hair. "Flora, we're going to be okay. The Queen's men are downstairs with my friend. They'll help us. We just have to ask them to." I stood and made my way to the door, taking Flora's hand and pulling her along. I peered around the corner to see if the coast was clear before we made our way down the corridor.

However, my peering around corners didn't prepare me to see one of the guards laying on the ground. "Oh, Miss. I did warn you!" Flora cried in fear.

I released her hand and knelt down besides the guard, feeling for a pulse. Something that I can barely do on myself let alone another person. Thankfully I found one. "He's not dead," I told her. "He's just unconscious." I frowned as I stood. "Why though?" I turned to Flora only to see her being dragged away by one of the bald men. I opened my mouth to scream but a hand covered it, grabbing me around the waist to keep my arms pinned. That didn't keep me from kicking out at my captor. It was only a few good kicks later that something slammed into the back of my head and I was out.

-x-x-x-

I groaned as I sat up, holding my head. I kept my eyes closed because, even though I was in a dark room, bright spot lights filtered into my vision. "Fuck," I groaned. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around, my jaw dropping when I saw the darkened figure sitting in its cage.

"Don't make a sound," a woman said. She was better dressed then the other women in the cellar with us. Clearly this woman was Lady Isobel, Sir Robert's wife. "They said if we scream or shout, then he will slaughter us." I just stared at the Host, seeing that's what he basically was. "He's nothing like us," Lady Isobel continued with fear in her voice. "That creature is not mortal."

The Host rose his head slowly, allowing us to see him open his completely back eyes. Lady Isobel and her household staff whimper while I just stared. I've seen more terrifying beings on my travels. The Host doesn't scare me that much. Only when the moon has risen and he transformed will I allow myself to be scared.

I slowly stood, ignoring the slight pounding in my head. I took a few steps closer to the Host. "Don't, child," Lady Isobel told me.

I ignored the woman and went as close to the Host as I could with the chains wrapped around my wrist. I knelt down, looking into the cage that held the Host. "Who are you?" I asked it. "What are you?"

"Don't enrage him," one of the few men said.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. "Your not from Earth," I addressed the Host. "So what planet did you come from?"

"Ohh… intelligence…" I shivered at the Host's voice. It was pretty creepy.

"Where did you come from?" I asked him.

"This body... ten miles away... a weakling, heartsick boy. Stolen away at night by the brethren from my cultivation. I carved out his soul and sat in his heart," a sadistic smile passed it's stolen lips.

"That's the body," I told it. "What about the thing inside?"

The Host gave a slight smirk, "So far from home."

"Well," I said. "We have that in common. Only difference is I'm not here to take over Queen Victoria."

The Host's eyes widened. "Such knowledge!" It moved closer to me and I had to force myself not to flinch back like I heard the others doing. "Look! Inside your eyes! You've seen it too!"

I frowned, "Seen what?"

"The Wolf!" it growled. "There is something of the Wolf about you!" I gave a nod to myself. Yes, Bad Wolf had been me. "You burnt like the sun, but all I require is the moon."

"That's because I saw the Wolf to save lives," I told the Host. "Your doing it to destroy them. Two different types of the Wolf."

The doors of the cellar were suddenly thrown open and the moonlight that the Host so desperately wanted filtered through. The Host pressed its face against the bars with a blissful smile while I rushed backwards to join the others. "Moonlight…" the Host moaned. The Host threw off it's cloak as a wind blew through the cellar. The Host grasped the bars of it's cage.

I jumped to my feet and began to pull on the chains. "Everyone!" I yelled. "Help me! Don't look at it!" There were growling sounds emitting from the cage, and most just watched. I whipped around and them, not caring who I was talking to. "You want to die?" I yelled angrily. Most turned their head to me and frantically shook their heads. "Then PULL!" By that time everyone had turned their attention to me and tugged the chain but Lady Isobel. "My god," I growled. I reached over and yanked the woman to her feet. She could have been Queen Victoria and I wouldn't have cared. "Help pull or be the cause of all our deaths," I hissed. The woman nodded frantically and pulled with the rest of us. I glanced to the side to see the Host begin the slow transformation from man to beast. "Pull!" I growled. We all tugged on the chain at the same moment. "One – Two – Three – Pull!"

After a few more pulls the wolves transformation was complete. It growled and flexed its claws as some on the prisoners stopped to scream. "Don't stop!" I shouted. "Pull!" We all gave one last, strong tug and the chains came free. The door to the cellar was kicked down by none other then the Doctor. "Better late then never," I growled to myself.

The Doctor turned and stared at the wolf with wide-eyed awe as it grabbed hold of the bars on it's cage.

Sir Robert turned to his wife and said, "Get out!"

This knocked the Doctor out of his awed state just as the wolf began to bend and break the bars, throwing the cage off. Everyone was rushing to get out of the room. "Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!" I rushed from the room, flowed shortly after by the Doctor, who turned to sonic the door shut. I flinched when I heard the wolf howl.

We rushed down the hall before the Doctor stopped and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "Doctor," I said softly. "Took you long enough."

He kissed the top of my head before pulling back with a smile. The Doctor then began to use the sonic screwdriver to get the chains off my wrists. "Your alright?" he asked.

I smirked, "Doctor this is me we're talking about. I'm scared out of my mind."

The Doctor pulled the chains from my wrists and then said very fast, "It could be any form of light modulated species triggered by specific wavelengths - did it say what it wanted?"

Right to business as always. So cute. No, stop being a little love struck puppy … bad choice of words … "He wants the Queen. Most powerful person around… other then you." I almost smacked myself for adding the last part. Now is not the time to flirt! I jumped at the thumping sound that came from the cellar. The Doctor ventured down the corridor to investigate. I didn't dare move from where I was, that wolf terrified me enough as it was. A growl sounded from down the corridor before the Doctor ran towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the line of men with guns that had formed.

"Fire!" one of the men called when we stood behind the line. The line of men shot at the wolf. The wolf stumbled back a few steps. "Fire!" the man called again. I flinched as they fired again.

The smoke from the guns cleared and the wolf was gone. The Doctor turned to the men, "All right, you men, we should retreat upstairs, come with me."

The man that called start to the firing squad said, "I'll not retreat. The battle's done. There's no creature on God's Earth that could survive such an assault."

The Doctor gave the man a glare, "I'm telling you, come upstairs!"

"And I'm telling you, sir, that I will sleep well tonight with that thing's hide upon my wall," the man said. He made his way across the room to look down the corridor, checking for the wolf. My hand slipped into the Doctor's as I glanced at his face. He looked both extremely angry and concerned. I was about to remove my hand from his when he tightened his grip. The man, apparently seeing nothing, came back in looking mildly triumphant. "Must've crawled away to die—" He was then grabbed clean through the ceiling by the wolf. We could hear him being devoured over screams.

"There's nothing we can do!" the Doctor said as he pulled me from the room with him.

-x-x-x-

The Doctor dragged me into a room, slamming the door shut once Sir Robert filtered in behind us. The Doctor locked the door with his sonic screwdriver, not that it would really stop the wolf from getting through.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Sir Robert called.

Queen Victoria made her way down the stairs, "Sir Robert! What's happening?" The Doctor released my hand and moved somewhere else while I stayed where I was, paying attention to the Queen. "I heard such terrible noises."

I could see the slight guilt that crossed Sir Robert's face before he spoke. "Your Majesty - we've got to get out. But what of Father Angelo? Is he still here?"

"Captain Reynolds disposed of him," she said.

The Doctor came back, standing beside me. "The front door's no good, it's been boarded shut. Pardon me, Your Majesty - you'll have to leg it out of a window." He gestured through a door and Queen Victoria made her way through, her head held high. I followed after the Queen with Sir Robert behind me.

Queen Victoria led us to another room upstairs. Sir Robert made his way forward, "Excuse my manners, Ma'am, but I shall go first, the better to assist Her Majesty's egress."

The Queen nodded, "A noble sentiment, my Sir Walter Raleigh."

The Doctor spoke from behind me, his voice impatient, "Yeah, any chance you could hurry up?" Sir Robert opened a window and began to climb out the window. He had to immediately dodge out of the way as he was shot at. The Doctor immediately moved to the window and stared. "I reckon the monkey boys want us to stay inside."

"Do they know who I am?" the Queen asked angrily.

I nodded, "Yes. That's why they don't want you leaving anytime soon. The Wolf plans on biting you."

Queen Victoria turned to me with a look, "Now, stop this talk. There can't be an actual wolf." As soon as the words escaped her lips a howling rang through the house. We all spun towards the sound before practically running from the room. We ran into the hallway as the wolf slammed against the door.

"Doctor?" I asked. I knew that he could hear my underlying question. 'What the hell are we supposed to do?'

"We… run!" the Doctor said.

"What?"

"We run," he told me. The Doctor then turned to the Queen. "Your Majesty, as a Doctor, I recommend a vigourous jog." He began to jog in place to demonstrate. "Good for the health. Come on!" He grabbed Queen Victoria's hand and led her from the room. We ran as fast as we could up the staircase. FUCKING STARIRS! I heard myself squeak when I heard the sound of breaking wood as the wolf broke down the door, from what I could guess. "Come on! Come on!"

We reached the top of the stairs and ran through the corridors with the wolf on our tails. I was the last person in our group, I could almost feel its breath on the back of my neck. Just when I was able to feel the rush of the wolf Captain Reynolds appeared holding a gun. Thank fucking god. I listened to Captain Reynolds as he shot at the wolf but continued going until I turned the corner and ran straight into the Doctor's arms. I was practically gasping for breath as he tightened his grip on me. I suppose he saw how close I was to the wolf.

Captain Reynolds came around the corner, still holding his gun. "I'll take this position and hold it. You keep moving, for God's sake! Your Majesty - I went to look for the property, it was taken. The chest was empty." Property? Oh right, that diamond thing.

"I have it," the Queen said. "It's safe."

"Then remove yourself, Ma'am. Doctor, you stand as Her Majesty's Protector. And you, Sir Robert - you're a traitor to the crown." Captain Reynolds cocked his gun.

"Bullets can't stop it!" the Doctor said, finally releasing me from his hold.

"They'll buy you time," he said. "Now, run!" He positioned himself at the end of the corridor, gun held ready. Queen Victoria and Sir Robert already started running in the opposite direction. I paused a moment, staring at Captain Reynolds before running with the Doctor to follow them.

The Doctor, Sir Robert, and Queen Victoria ran into the library. I stopped just outside the doors, staring at Captain Reynolds as he shot at the werewolf. I couldn't tear my eyes away as the wolf pounced on the man and began to rip him apart. "Faline!" the Doctor yelled. I barely noticed as the Doctor rushed into the corridor and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into the room just in time to slam the door shut to keep the wolf outside.

I took deep breaths for a few moments before moving to help the Doctor and Sir Robert barricade the doors with chairs and bits of wood. I had to keep stopping to wipe tears from my eyes. I don't think I could ever forget what I saw. I now understood why it was never really added into the show. It killed me to see why they didn't show the wolf killing Captain Reynolds. It broke my heart. "Wait a minute, shh, shh, wait a minute..." the Doctor said. The wolf howled into the silence. "It's stopped." He stood on the chair and pressed his ear against the door. "It's gone," he said after a moment.

I could hear padding around the outside of the room. "Listen…" I said softly. The Doctor climbed down from the chair and there was a dead silence in the library as we followed the wolf's progress around the room. I glanced at the occupants and saw how badly the Queen was shaking. I made my way over and took her hand. She didn't say anything, just squeezed my hand. I'm sure she knew that she was helping me stay calm, just as much as I was helping her. "Is this the only door?" the Doctor whispered.

Sir Robert nodded. "Yes… NO!" He ran to the other side of the room with the Doctor and they both barricaded the second door.

We all looked around the room, listening to the sounds the werewolf made before the noise stopped. All we heard was the werewolf padding away. The Queen squeezed my hand once, reminding me that she held it, before letting it go. I took a few steps away from her, towards the middle of the room. Looking around I asked, "What could possibly stop the wolf from getting in?"

"Something inside this room," the Doctor said. I watched from the corner of my eye as Sir Robert sat on one of the chairs barricading the door, putting his head in his hands. The Doctor took a few steps closer to me. "What is it?" he asked confused. "Why can't it get in?" I shivered in fear, what if it did get in? I knew it wasn't going to, not that I can remember why. I knew it wouldn't try to kill us but it was still a terrifying thought. I jumped when the Doctor touched my shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, like it was him that I was scared of.

I nodded. "I'm fine." He gave me a look. "I've seen dead bodies before, with my Great-Grandmother and my Grandfather… but I've never seen anything as vicious as what the wolf did to Captain Reynolds." I sucked on my lip ring, tears forming in my eyes. "I can't help but feel that it's my fault."

"Faline," the Doctor whispered pulling me into his arms.

I didn't cry, I wouldn't dare. He lightly petted my hair as I tightened my grip around his waist, clutching his jacket. "But it is. If I had remembered that he was going to be caught, I would have factored that into everything."

"Faline," the Doctor said in a firm tone. "After all the time I've spent with you. After all the years I've been alive. I've realized that even though you know a lot, you don't know everything. And you, my dear, are not at fault." I could practically hear the underlying, 'and I am' in his voice. I knew he was talking about what happened on his home planet. On Gallifrey.

I tightened my grip on him, pushing my head into his chest hearing the thumping of his hearts. "Neither are you," I whispered. I felt the Doctor place a light kiss on the top of my head. We pulled from one another, and I clutched the Doctor's hand, still needing comfort.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," Sir Robert said from behind us. The Doctor and I pulled apart, our hands seeking the other's. I still needed comfort and the Doctor could sense that. "It's all my fault. I should've sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong, I... thought you might notice. Did you think there was nothing strange about my household staff?"

I felt the Doctor shrug, "Well, they were bald, athletic... your wife's away, I just thought you were happy." I snickered, my mind automatically going to anything that Torchwood dealt with.

Clearly Queen Victoria heard my snicker, the only thing keeping me from breaking down other then the silent strength the Doctor was giving me. "Do you think this is funny?" she growled. I flinched away from her tone and there was a slight pause before she asked, "What, exactly, I pray someone please - what exactly is that creature?"

The Doctor scratched his head. "You'd call it a werewolf, but technically it's a more of a lupine wavelength haemovariform." I rolled my eyes, like anyone other then him knew what that was.

"And should I trust you, sir?" Queen Victoria asked. "You who change your voice so easily? What happened to your accent?"

It was the first time either the Doctor or I noticed he dropped that sexy Scottish accent. "Oh... right, sorry—" he started.

The Queen interrupted him. "I'll not have it. No, sir - not you... not that thing... none of it. This is not my world."

"Ma'am," I said softly, gaining her attention. Her look softened slightly with me. I suppose I appealed to her better nature. "No one choses to be a part of that world. But once you're a part of it, you must take it as it is. Because this situation could be much worse."

"And how can it be worse then this?" Sir Robert asked.

I gave a slight shrug as the Doctor released my hand to get a better look at the walls that kept us safe. "The wolf could have gotten to the Queen and we could all be dead. I'd like to believe that at the moment things are looking up, seeing as the wolf hasn't found its way into this room and hasn't gotten to the Queen."

"Mistletoe," I heard the Doctor mutter. I turned to look at him as he touched a carving of mistletoe on the door. "Sir Robert, did your father put that there?"

Sir Robert shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose…"

The Doctor then spoke again, more to himself then anyone else. "On the other door, too... a carving wouldn't be enough... I wonder..." He licked the woodwork.

I groaned, "Must you lick everything?"

He ignored me, "Viscum album, the oil of the mistletoe - it's been worked into the wood like a varnish! How clever was your dad? I love him!" The Doctor turned to me, "Powerful stuff, mistletoe. Bursting with lectins and viscotoxins."

"And the wolf's allergic to it," I said nodding to myself. Yes, I remember now. Mistletoe helps to protect Lady Isobel and the others.

"Well, it thinks it is. The monkey monk monks need a way of controlling the wolf, maybe they trained it to react against certain things."

"Nevertheless," Sir Robert said. "That creature won't give up, Doctor, and we still don't possess an actual weapon."

The Doctor smiled, "Oh, your father got all the brains, didn't he?"

"Rude," I told him.

The Doctor nodded, "Good. I meant that one." He made his way towards the book shelves. "You want weapons? We're in a library. Books! Best weapons in the world." I nodded to myself, very true. The Doctor pulled on his sexy 'I only wear them to look smarter' glasses. "This room's the greatest arsenal we could have." He pulled some books off the shelf and chucked some at me. "Arm yourself."

-x-x-x-

We, and when I say we I mean the Doctor, myself, and Sir Robert, have been frantically flicking through books for the past ten minutes. All the while talking over each other. "Okay, wolves… wolves… wolves."

I dropped the book only to have the Doctor throw another one to me while he spoke to himself. Not that I paid attention to what he said. That was until he jumped down from the ladder. To me, that was a sign he found something. The Doctor walked forward and put the heavy book onto the table. "Look what your old dad found. Something fell to Earth."

Sir Robert and I gathered around to see the book was open to a page where there was an illustration of a rock falling to Earth from the sky. "What is that?" I asked. "Spaceship?"

"A shooting star," Sir Robert corrected. He then began to read the text from beside the illustration. ""In the year of our Lord, 1540, under the reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit." That's the Glen of Saint Catherine just by the Monastery."

I frowned, "That's three hundred years ago. What took it so long to try anything?"

"Maybe just a single cell survived," the Doctor said. "Adapting slowly down the generations. It survived through the humans. Host after host after host."

"But why does it want the throne?" Sir Robert asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Because it's the highest standing of power, and all it needs is the skin. No one would know the difference between the wolf and the Queen. Those who did, would be killed."

"Imagine it..." the Doctor said, his tone foreboding. "The Victorian Age accelerated... starships and missiles fueled by coal and driven by steam... leaving history devastated in its wake..."

"Sir Robert!" Queen Victoria said suddenly as she rose from her seat. Sir Robert scampered over to her. "If I am to die here…"

Sir Robert shook his head, "Don't say that, Your Majesty."

"I would destroy myself rather than let that creature infect me," the Queen said. I nodded to myself. That was a very noble gesture. Sacrifice yourself to protect something more important. "But that's no matter. I ask only that you find some place of safekeeping for something far older and more precious than myself." She opened her bag.

The Doctor rolled his eyes from beside me at the table and said, "Hardly the time to worry about your valuables."

"Thank you for your opinion. But there is nothing more valuable than this." Queen Victoria then removed a large, glistening diamond from her bag and held it in the palm of her hand.

My eyes widened. Just because I knew that she had it doesn't make the fact that I'm seeing one of the largest cut diamonds of the time. Probably ever. "That's the Koh-I-Noor," the Doctor said. "The greatest diamond in the world." We both moved to get a closer look.

"Given to me as the spoils of war," the Queen explained, clearly proud of such a gem. "Perhaps its legend is now coming true. It is said that whoever owns it must surely die."

"Well, that's true of anything if you own it long enough. Can I...?" the Doctor held out his hand for the diamond. Queen Victoria gave it to him. He pushed his glasses down his nose to look at it closer. "It's so beautiful."

"How much is that thing worth?" I asked.

"They say... the wages of the entire planet for a whole week." The Doctor said. I took a deep breath. Oh my fucking god.

"Where is the wolf?" I barely heard Sir Robert asked. That suddenly sucked out all of the fun of seeing the Koh-I-Noor. "I don't trust this silence." My heart pounded in my chest.

"Why do you travel with it?" the Doctor asked, clearly having not heard Sir Robert.

"My annual pilgrimage," Queen Victoria explained. "I'm taking it to Helier and Carew. The Royal Jewellers at Hazelhead. The stone needs recutting."

I frowned, "But it's perfect."

The Queen gave a sad smile as she said, "My late husband never thought so."

The Doctor removed his glasses, "Now, there's a fact - Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-I-Noor cut down. It used to be forty percent bigger than this. But he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting."

Queen Victoria nodded, "He always said... the shine was not quite right. But he died with it still unfinished."

"Unfinished…" the Doctor said. "Oh, yes!" He tossed the Koh-I-Noor to Queen Victoria. He began to speak very fast, working it out all in his head. "There's a lot of unfinished business in this house. His father's research - your husband, Ma'am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond - hold on, hold on – " He ruffled his hair violently in his eagerness to work it out. Sexy! "All these separate things, they're not separate at all, they're connected! Oh, my head, my head! What if - this house, it's a trap for you - is that right, Ma'am?"

"Obviously," Queen Victoria nodded.

"At least, that's what the wolf intended. But! What if there's a trap inside the trap?"

The Queen and myself frowned. I knew what he was talking about, it's just when you think about it and rush through it, it makes less and less sense. "Explain yourself, Doctor," the Queen demanded.

"What if his father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories. They dared to imagine all this was true. And they planned against it. Laying the real trap not for you... but for the wolf." A fine sprinkling of plaster fell from the ceiling. We all looked up, only to see the wolf walking over the glass dome above us, growling. "That wolf there…" The glass of the dome began to crack as we all rushed for the door. "Out! Out! Out!" As the wolf crashed through the dome, smashing the desk; we destroyed our barricade and ran into the corridor with the Queen. The Doctor took one last look at the roaring wolf before slamming the doors closed.

As we ran down the corridor, the Doctor clutching my hand as though our lives depended on it and they quiet possibly did. "Gotta get to the observatory!" We spun around the corner, almost sliding into the wall with the force that we were running. I glanced behind to look at the wolf. If the Doctor weren't pulling me along with him I would have stopped. The wolf was right there was something that connected the two of us. I just barely noticed how close the wolf was to me before Lady Isobel threw a pan of water and leaves onto the wolf. I yelped when I was partially hit with the water, not really expecting it. The wolf spun and made its way back down the corridor, away from us. "Good shot!" the Doctor cried.

"It was mistletoe!" Lady Isobel said with a smile.

The Doctor released my hand and made way down the corridor to see if the wolf was just around the corner. I waited a moment before making my way towards the Doctor. I stood beside him and looked down the corridor with him. "Are you alright?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Ya. I'm fine." I was almost completely telling the truth. I'm still shaken up that I watched as the wolf attacked Captain Reynolds.

"Isobel!" Sir Robert cried. I turned to see he and his wife kiss before I turned back to look down the hall. They can kiss all they want, but at the moment I'm worried about the wolf that wants to get us. "Get back downstairs," I heard him command his wife.

"Keep yourself safe," Lady Isobel told him.

There was a moment of silence between the two, which I assume was filled with a kiss, before Sir Robert said, "You go."

I heard the shuffling of footsteps as Lady Isobel and the others went past Sir Robert, to make their way back to the kitchen. "Girls, come with me. Down the Back stairs, back to the kitchen. Quickly!" I turned to just see as the last skirt went down the hall. I looked at Sir Robert to see him staring after his wife like he wondered weather or not he'll see her again. And what broke my heart is that, I don't remember if he did. I hope he does, to at least give her a rightfully deserved 'goodbye'.

Something grabbed my hand, I had to keep myself from jumping because I knew it was the Doctor and not the wolf. The Doctor tugged me as he yelled, "Come on!" We began to race down the corridor.

"The observatory's this way!" Sir Robert cried as we made out way towards the central staircase. We made our way up the stairs as fast as we could, knowing that the wolf was recovering from the mistletoe water and would soon begin the case.

We made it into the observatory, the Doctor going in first, dragging me along behind. "No mistletoe on these doors, your father wanted the wolf to get inside!" The Doctor released my hand and made his way to the center of the room. "Get inside I just need time! Is there any way of barricading this?" He spun around looking at the room.

"Just do your work and I'll defend it," Sir Robert said causing me to turn and stare at him with wide eyes. WHAT?

The Doctor, seeing to ignore Sir Robert, continued, "If we could bind them shut with rope or something!"

Sir Robert made himself sound more determined as he said, "I said I'd find you time, sir." I noticed that Queen Victoria had joined me in staring at him with a 'what the fuck' face. Not that she would ever call it that, or admit to making that face, but still. "Now get inside."

The Doctor turned to look at him for a second before giving Sir Robert a nod saying, "Good man." Sir Robert closed the door, sealing the three of us inside the observatory. The Doctor ran to the Queen, "Your Majesty, the diamond."

Queen Victoria frowned and asked, "For what purpose?"

"The purpose it was designed for," the Doctor told her. The Queen paused for a moment before handing over the diamond from her bag. The Doctor ran over to the mechanism for the telescope, clutching the diamond. "Faline!" he called me. I quickly made my way over to him, ready to do as he asked. "Lift it! Come on!"

We struggled as we turned the wheel, but the cogs shifted and the telescope began to rise. I gave the wheel a harsh tug and said, "It's funny that what gives the wolf power is going to become its Kryptonite."

The Doctor gave me a smirk and said, "Yes, it is."

All three of us in the room jumped and looked to the door when the sound of Sir Robert's screams began to filter through. The Doctor quickly went back to what he was doing while I shifted closer to him. Queen Victoria held onto the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to pray for herself and for Sir Robert. "You said it wouldn't work," I reminded the Doctor, trying to keep myself as calm as possible.

"It doesn't work as a telescope because that's not what it is! It's a light chamber! It magnifies the light rays like a weapon. We've just got to power it up!" the Doctor said.

I made it easier for the Queen to understand, though I wasn't sure she was even paying attention. "And with no electricity we can use the moonlight."

The Doctor nodded, "You're seventy percent water but you can still drown. Come on!" The Doctor continued to crank the wheel and I began to help him again. The Light Chamber finally started to align with the moon. "Come on!" the Doctor said.

It only took a few more cranks before it was properly aligned. The Doctor and I stepped away from the gears as the moonlight bounced off the prisms. The wolf broke through the door as light spewed forth from the end of the light chamber onto the floor, a few feet short of hitting the wolf. The wolf began to advance on the Queen but the Doctor dove across the floor and threw the Koh-I-Noor into the beam of light. A fantastic, prismatic beam of light hit the wolf. It was lifted from the floor and hung there, caught in the moonlight. As we watched, the wolf began to transform back into its stolen human form.

The wolf then whispered, "Make it brighter. Let me go."

The Doctor slowly walked across to the light chamber and flicked a switch. With a final howl from the wolf form, the creature vanished and the light shut off. I released the breath I had been holding, my heart slamming in my chest. I just wanted to collapse. The Doctor made his way to the Queen. "Your Majesty? Did it bite you?" he asked.

Queen Victoria shook her head, "No, it's... it's a cut."

We could both tell she was lying so the Doctor tried to make her understand the seriousness of a bite from the wolf. "If that thing bit you…"

The Queen cut him off, "It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart."

The Doctor took a step forward, "Let me see."

Queen Victoria pulled her hand away from him, "It is nothing."

The Doctor stared at her, not believing her, but let it go as he turned to me. "Are you alright Faline?"

I nodded, "I'm fine Ten. No need to worry about me." I gave him a smile to reassure him that I was alright and I was. The threat of the wolf was gone.

-x-x-x-

Everyone made their way to the courtyard. Well, everyone left alive that is. Queen Victoria wanted to knight us, I suppose. I'm not one hundred percent sure what was going on. All I understand is that it's an honor. The Doctor and I stepped forward and knelt before Queen Victoria. Everyone stood around to watch this go on. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub thee: Sir Doctor of TARDIS." Queen Victoria rose the sword in her hand and tapped the Doctor on each shoulder. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub the: Dame Faline of TARDIS." I had no other home then the TARDIS, so it was fitting that it was a part of my title like the Doctor. The Queen tapped each of my shoulders. "You may stand."

The Doctor and I both stood. "Many thanks, Ma'am," the Doctor said. I didn't say anything, merely smiling at the Queen. I glanced to my right to see Flora smiling at me and I returned it. "Your Majesty, you said last night about receiving a message from the great beyond; I think your husband cut that diamond to save your life. He's protecting you even now Ma'am, even from beyond the grave."

Queen Victoria nodded, "Indeed. Then you may think on this, also: that I am not amused." My eyes widened. I didn't expect her to actually say it without being pestered the whole time. The Doctor looked at me with the same surprised look, I suppose he wasn't expecting that either. "Not remotely amused," she added. "And henceforth... I banish you."

The Doctor looked stunned but I knew it was coming and it had to. They had to have the Torchwood Institute so that there was a place for Jack to go.

"I'm sorry…?" the Doctor asked.

There was deep anger in her voice as she said, "I rewarded you, Sir Doctor. And now you are exiled from this empire, never to return. I don't know what you are, the two of you, or where you're from, but I know that you consort with stars - and magic - and think it fun. But your world is steeped in terror and blasphemy and death and I will not allow it! You will leave this shores and you will reflect, I hope, on how you managed to stray so far from all that is good. And how much longer you will survive this... terrible life." Queen Victoria stepped away from them angrily and commanded, "Now leave my world. And never return."

-x-x-x-

The Doctor and I sat on the back of a farmer's cart as we made our way to the TARDIS. Out of the Queen's timeline. The cart came to a stop, the farmer yelling, "Woah!" to his horse.

The Doctor got off the cart before turning and grabbing my waist lifting me clear off the cart and set me on the ground before I had the chance to move off. He winked at me and turned to the farmer, "Cheers, Dougal!" The Doctor waved and then took my hand. He continued the conversation we were having about the Queen. "You know, the funny thing is, Queen Victoria did actually suffer a mutation of the blood! It's historical record haemophiliac. It used to be called the Royal Disease! But it's always been a mystery because she didn't inherit it. Her mum didn't have it her dad didn't have it - it came from nowhere!"

I nodded, "And your saying it's the wolf bite."

The Doctor shrugged, "Well, maybe Haemophilia is just a Victorian euphemism."

"For werewolf," I smirked. I knew I was right with the way he kept avoiding the question.

"Could be!" I gave him a shove. "What?" he asked with a laugh.

"Your such a pain," I told him.

Something flashed in his eyes as he smirked. "I'll show you pain." He lunged at me but I was already making my way to the TARDIS. I slammed into the door, laughing as I unlocked the door. I shut the door behind me and ran to the console. The Doctor opened the door and followed me. He finally grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up, spinning me around.

END

A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. FanFiction wouldn't let me load this chapter and I probably wouldn't have if I didn't start watching TV and saw that on BBC they're playing Torchwood: Children of the Earth... the part that makes me want to cry. IANTO! (I don't want to spoil it but just that one word will let everyone who has seen this want to cry to.)

So thank Torchwood and Ianto (mostly Ianto) for this update!