Disclaimer: Ditto from the last chapter…

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"They've found us!"

Rose stretched and buried her head farther into her pillow. "I don't want to wake up yet." She mumbled to herself. But it was no use, she was already awake and no amount of whining was going to change that. She half-heartedly threw her legs over the side of her bed and walk down the corridor, towards the console room. It seemed very quite, she approached the empty console room, each step reminding her of what a goodnights sleep had made her forget- she was alone. Rose sighed and turned around. It was time to go back to work…

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"Mr. Poole says he doesn't want his afternoon tea." Rose said mechanically while setting the elaborate trey onto the kitchen table. The Cook, Gordon, turned around to face her. She looked a right mess, just standing there- hunched over (more than usual) and staring at the floor. No wonder Mr. Poole didn't want the tea, just looking at the poor girl probably shut off any apatite he might have had for the day.

"Are all your afternoon chores done?" He said kindly, trying to grab her attention away from the stone floors- it worked. Rose looked up and nodded. Gordon furrowed his brow at her, "Well why don't you take it, you look like you could do with a good cuppa'."

"Yeah?" she said quietly, as though not daring to sound too hopeful. Gordon smiled. "Yeah, now get out of my kitchen. I have dinner plans to prepare!"

Rose grinned and took the trey. Maybe a warm cup of tea was just what she needed to clear her head…

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"There you are!" Rose said, once she'd seen Jenny. "Mr. Poole didn't want his tea, so Gordon said I could have it. There's a right amount for two, and tea is best never had alone. C'mon take a seat." She smiled at Jenny, who sniffed loudly.

"Need a hanky?" Rose asked. Jenny merely tilted her head. "No- that will not be necessary. I must have a cold coming on."

Rose raised her eyebrows then squinted suspiciously. "Right, well it is getting a bit cold… some warm tea might help."

"That would be lovely." Jenny smiled. Rose poured the tea and watched Jenny's face, something wasn't right and she knew it.

"So…" Rose started conversationally. "Are you going to be doing Mr. Smith's room or will I? What was we agreed on this morning? Sorry, my mind's a bit foggy…"

Jenny tilted her head and sniffed again. "I cannot recall. What is it we should be doing?"

Rose nodded and gulped down some tea. "Well…I'll just go and get the chores list to helps out here. Hang on a sec, I'll be right back."

She stood up carefully and walked out the door.

They've found us! Two months of this and they still found us!

Even though she was keeping a steady pace, her heart was beating faster. As little as she wanted to face Smith she also wanted the Doctor back just as bad…

She stood in front of his study door, and after remembering what had happened the day before, she knocked. A small woman's laugh issued from inside, giving Rose a reason to sneer before hearing a gruff; "Enter" through the door. Both John and the Matron looked putt off at the sight of her. Rose though about her words as carefully as she could under the circumstances.

"Mr. Smith, I think you should come with me for a moment." She tried very hard to sound pleasant. His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. "I don't think now is a good time, Rose. You see; I was just about to accompany Nurse Redfern to the dance and-"

What self-restraint Rose and possessed up until that moment, vanished. "Now is really not the time. We've got to go- they've found us. I don't know how but they have-"

"I don't think you making my decisions for me is a wise move-"

"We really don't have the time for this right now!" she snapped and walked over to the mantle while the Nurse and John exchanged glances. Rose began to shuffle items and knocked a few things over in a feverish kind of way. "Where is it? What have you done with it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The watch! The pocket watch, right here!" she slammed her hand onto the mantle in frustration. She closed her eyes, she'd lost the watch. It was her fault, why hadn't she just kept it with her? The Doctor hadn't said that the watch had to be with him… but she just assumed- and now…

"I don't recall having a watch, least of all one thrown on the mantle." John said. Rose took a deep breath and walked right up to him.

"They've got Jenny. Like- like the Slitheen! Remember the Slitheen?" She said hopefully, his eyes were lacking any recognition. "C'mon, remember… Downing Street, the whole Slitheen family had us trapped with Harriet Jones, while they were dressed up in human bodies. Remember? They'd blow off every now and then which is how you knew where they'd come from?"

She gave a little laugh, still no acknowledgement, but Rose pressed on. "It's just like that, only now they have Jenny's body and I don't know how they're controlling her but she keeps sniffing and turning her head in funny ways…"

"Oh, this is ridicules." Joan said. John broke eye contact with Rose and turned to face Joan. "Yes, quite. Rose I think it's time you stopped with this nonsense and left."

Rose scowled. "I'm not going anywhere without you again, we're going back to the Tardis right now!" she grabbed his wrist and began to drag him out of the study. By the time she'd reached the door, John had recovered from his initial shock and twisted his wrist out of her grasp. "Rose, you are hereby dismissed! You will leave these premises immediately!" and with that, he slammed the door on her hurt and stunned face.

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Tim Latimer ran his fingers along the fob watch as he walk around the back of the school. Rose ran out the back door and accidentally knocked into him. "Sorry, Tim!" she said, but Tim was blinded…

It was Rose, but it wasn't Rose. She was surrounded in a blinding golden light and her eyes were glowing.

The Timewar ends!

She raised her hand and then… Tim shook his head and he was back behind the school again, Rose running off into the distance. Tim watched her go, and without knowing why- the words "Bad Wolf" rolled off his lips.

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Wait, why was she running back to the Tardis? Rose slowed down her pace and took a breather. She couldn't keep going back to the Tardis every time John Smith said something nasty to her. Quickly, Rose reversed herself; she was going to that dance.

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There it was, little cottage. "Lovely party spot." She muttered and walked up to the front door. An old man with a tin containing a few coins was standing at the door.

"Back entrance, Rose, atta' girl." He said; smiling at her.

"Aw come on Mr. Wright." She flashed him a grin. "Mr. Smith forgot his specs and he's blind as a bat on a good day, so if I don't get in there he'll probably end up stepping all over everyone's feet and then blame me for not getting his specs to him on time. C'mon… I'll be in and out before you know it." Rose bit her bottom lip; she hated lying through her teeth to such a nice old man.

"Oh, alright… but not for too long!"

Rose let out a sigh of relief and smiled appreciatively as she walked in. John was standing in line to get drinks while the Nurse was waiting at the sidelines, Rose made her way over.

"Oh, please don't, not again." Nurse Redfern said Rose approached her.

"Listen, Matron, I'm sorry… so sorry. But you have to understand; he can't stay." Rose frowned sympathetically. "You know that he doesn't belong here-"

"I don't know what you mean." Joan said, raising her chin up defensively.

"Yes you do. You said so yourself, 'like he's left the kettle on- something he needs to get back to'. Well he does, he does have something to get back to. And you've seen it in his eyes, haven't you? Just for a moment, he's not John Smith… he's the amazing man in his journal."

Joan's eyes fluttered uncomfortably, she opened her mouth as though about to speak before John Smith himself walked up.

"Oh, now really, Rose… This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave."

Rose did the one thing she could think of doing, the one thing she'd wanted to do since he put that stupid helmet on his head two moths ago, she took his hand. John looked down at her hand, shocked before meeting her gaze again.

"You're not John Smith." Rose said in and undertone. "You're the Doctor, my Doctor. You save the world everyday and don't even expect a thanks…"

John was starting to grow uneasy again, so Rose took both his hands. "Help me." She whispered.

There it was! For a split second, he was the Doctor again. Without realizing what he was doing he gripped her hands tighter. His eyes grew cloudy and dangerous but beautiful and loving at the same time. But just as quickly as the face had come; it was also gone just as fast. John gulped and looked at the ground, his hand shaking slightly. But before Rose could say anything to him, Mr. Clarke walked in and knocked over a coat rack with a gun in his hand; causing people to shriek and move away.

"There will be silence! All of you!" He bellowed. Grotesque scarecrows filed in behind him, followed by Baines and Jenny.

"Mr. Clarke! What's going on?" The announcer asked. Mr. Clarke turned to the announcer and fired his gun at his, the man dissolved into the nothing. More shrieks and screams issued from the crowed. Rose slowly stood in front of John, shielding him from view.

"We asked for Silence!" said Baines. The crowed hushed down, although some whimpering could still be heard. "Now then, we have some questions for Mr. Smith."

"Better than that," Rose turned her head quickly; a little girl with a balloon was coming forward. And if anything could be said about her, it was that she gave Rose the creeps. "The teacher, he is the Doctor. I heard them talking."

John stepped out from behind Rose. "No, don't!" she hissed.

Baines craned his neck; his face was a disturbing sight to behold. "You took human form." He said simply.

"Of course I'm human! I was born human! As were you Baines, and you Jenny, and you Mr. Clarke! What's going on? this is madness!" John looked nervous. Rose put a hand on his shoulder, in attempt to restrain him.

"And a human brain too! Simple, thick and dull." There was hint of laugher in Baines' voice as he said this.

"He's no good to us like this!" Jenny said.

"We need a Time Lord!" Mr. Clarke interjected.

"Easily done." Baines said. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at John, who recoiled backwards. "Change back!"

"I don't know what you mean!" John said. Rose rushed forwards again. "Leave him alone." She said as calmly as she could.

"You don't need him. You said so yourself he's human and he has no idea what you're talking about."

The family looked at each other then back at Rose in unison. "You appear to know don't you?" said Baines, his crooked smile broadening.

"Yeh, I do. And I can tell you now. There's no point in being here. The Doctor's gone. He left a long time ago. He ditched me here to throw you off… John Smith has nothing to do with this."

The little girl with the balloon cocked her eyebrow and exchanged a look with Baines. "Excellent try, Miss Tyler."

Jenny rushed forward and grabbed Rose. "She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny asked John, her tone cruel and taunting as she held a gun to Rose's head. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

John looked like he was going to fall into a nervous attack any second. His eyes were wide with fear and his voice trembled. "I don't know what you mean!"

"Wait a minute…" Jenny looked around he room. "There that woman! The Matron! He came with her!"

Before John could protest, Mr. Clarke had grabbed Joan and taken her hostage as well, growling in her ear. John watched in shock as both women were held by their necks with guns shoved against their temples. Baines spoke again; mocking laced his every word, "Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things, are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or matron? Your friend - or your lover? Your choice."

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Authors note: I'm sooo not going to re-read this right now. I have no time! My mid-terms start Tuesday (Math) and I'm here writing Fanfiction… and to top it off, it's my senior year! I can tell I'm going to re-read it later and find a butt-load of typo's (my worst enemy) like I do every chapter… shame on me. Again thanks to the wonder people who reviewed! You guys make my day!