A/N: Hola people! This is my longest chapter yet so enjoy it while it lasts.
Note: To any Psych fans out there, this chapter has a lot of references to a mysterious Doctor Who/Psych adventure that will very soon be a fanfiction written by the wonderful me, so keep a look out.
WARNING: TO ALL ROSE FANS, YOU WILL HATE A PART OF THIS CHAPTER B/C ROSE GETS DISSED REPEATEDLY! I WILL TELL YOU WHAT PART SHE'S INSULTED IN AND YOU CAN SKIP IT IF YOU WANT. I HOPE THIS WARNING HELPED.
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Chapter Four
"Stop! Stop! I command you to stop!"
Slowly, if not reluctantly, the frog-like things retreated before they licked us to death (although, knowing aliens, they probably had acidic tongues or something).
"What in the name of Shawn Spencer were you thinking?" a voice demanded.
I looked up at our savior and saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
She had a pale, perfect face framed by long, wavy, dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes matched her gown and shoes.
"Your majesty," the Doctor greeted her, bowing respectively. After a nudge from him, I bowed as well before realizing what the royal had actually said.
"Wait a minute- Shawn Spencer?" I exclaimed, standing up straight again.
"Long story," the Doctor muttered.
"I apologize, Doctor, for your attack," the queen said, trying to change the subject. "My subjects are loyal, yet unreliable. They are visitors- from the planet Amphibia."
"Frogs are aliens?" I whispered to the Doctor.
"Of course they are!" he whispered back. "How else do you think they do that freaky tongue thing?"
"Would you care to introduce me to your companion, Doctor?" the queen interrupted politely.
"Oh! Right! Your majesty, this is Samantha Parkinson; Sam, this is Queen Frenhines, ruler of the Psychonians."
I bowed again, but was thinking about the queen's name.
"Her name is Queen Queen?" I whispered to the Doctor after Queen Frenhines had started speaking with one of her servants.
"They're not the most original pl- wait a minute, you speak Welsh?" he replied.
I shrugged. "No; my friends and I have just been obsessed with Google Translate for the past three months. One of my friends even calls herself 'Rwyf-Yn-y-Blaidd-Drwg'. And another of my friends found out how to say, 'the zombies are eating my tacos and my airport is a caramel stick' in Spanish. I mean, how do you even think of that to Google it?"
The Doctor shrugged, smirking at my ridiculous comments; then frowned in realization.
"Rwyf-Yn-y-Blaidd-Drwg. But isn't that-"
"I am the Bad Wolf, yeah," I interrupted. "Annie's weird." I wasn't gonna explain how we know about all his adventures just yet.
The Doctor seemed to accept the explanation and turned back to the queen.
"So, Queen Frenhines?" he asked. "I was wondering if we could speak to your daughter."
"Why do you need to speak to her?" Frenhines inquired.
"We have some…matters to discuss," the Time Lord answered.
"We do?" I whispered.
The Doctor ignored me.
"She's right through that door," the queen told us, pointing to the end of a long hallway.
As we walked down the corridor, I nudged the alien and said, "Let me guess; her name is Princess Tywysoges."
The Doctor looked over at me, shocked.
"How did you-" he began.
I shrugged. "Google translate, "I replied in explanation. "Ooh! Is her father King Brenin?" I asked jokingly (A/N: according to Google, that is actually king king btw).
The Doctor cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's…uh, King…Bob…actually," he mumbled.
I stopped so suddenly that the Doctor kept walking for at least ten steps before realizing I wasn't with him and turning around. His eyes widened in fear at me just standing there, which made no sense to me.
"King Bob?" I asked in bewilderment, reminding him of our previous conversation.
The Doctor relaxed noticeably (which made even less sense) and replied casually, 'Not the most original planet. They even took the name of their people from someone else. Ah, here we are," he quickly changed the subject before I could ask any questions.
After knocking politely on the door in front of us and hearing a faint, "Come in," the Doctor and I entered the bedroom of Princess Tywysoges.
"Doctor!" the girl exclaimed when she saw us.
The princess was practically a mini-version of her mother, save from the girl's hair being a few shades lighter and tied in a braid and the younger royal wearing a pink and purple kimono-type thingy.
The Doctor bowed deeply and I reluctantly did the same.
"It is good to see you again, your highness," he greeted her, standing up again.
"And you, Doctor. I see you do not have Miss Tyler with you this time?" Tywysoges questioned.
My heart sank and I slumped onto the sofa next to the princess.
"Seriously? You brought Rose here?" I groaned.
"You sound like Martha," the Time Lord muttered. "And yes, I brought Rose. Just for a small trip, though. It wasn't anything important."
"Not important?" the princess exclaimed. "I think my used-to-be-future-husband would beg to differ!"
Used-to-be-future-husband? I thought, wondering if this reference could have anything to do with the queen's mention of Shawn Spencer.
"Your used-to-be-future-husband was only important here. He was a laughed-upon nobody in Santa Barbara," the Doctor retorted.
Yep, I thought. Totally Shawn Spencer.
"Well, he's important to me and that's all that matters," the princess continued. "He and his…interesting friend."
The Doctor laughed. "Interesting? I'd say Shawn's 'visions' were a lot more interesting than his partner!"
I was generally confused now. I'd seen Psych before. I knew about Shawn Spencer and his partner and his visions and why the Doctor felt the need to put air quotes around the word. But that didn't explain what they were talking about because I highly doubted that an alien princess and an alien time traveler watched psychic-related detective shows on USA.
Hoping to change the subject because I was extremely confused, I asked, "Okay, I get it, interesting trip, but why Rose?"
The Time Lord's face fell and he looked shocked and hurt, while the princess was trying not to laugh. Not that I cared. Rose was annoying. It would be fun to say so.
"What's wrong with Rose?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, dear God, what isn't?" I exclaimed. (A/N: Okay, all Rose-lovers, stop reading right now. I'll tell you when you can continue)
"First of all, she tawksh like dish. Second, she has the fattest lip in the history of forever and her top teeth take up her entire mouth. Third, her eyebrows are pitch black and bushy even though her hair is blonde, which is just plain unnatural. And last (but definitely not least), in Journey's End, when she was making out with your human self, she had her nose pressed against his face. I mean, if that's not weird, I don't know what is!"
The Doctor's face was red and I was almost worried I'd gone too far. But the princess seemed to like it, as she was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
So, for the sake of all three of us, I tried to take the focus away from Rose.
(A/N: and the Rose-lovers may now read again)
"But she's not the only annoying one. Martha was way too madly in love with you. Although, it's sorta your fault. You coulda just given her your coat- you didn't have to make out with her."
The Doctor was almost smiling now. It made me feel a lot better.
For the next few minutes, the Time Lord and I took turns criticizing his old partners (how Susan was such a know-it-all; how Sarah Jane looked exactly the same after forty years, etc. etc.), until we couldn't breathe from how hard we were laughing.
At least until Tywysoges abruptly changed the subject.
"What is the problem?" she asked the Doctor.
Except she didn't talk. The two aliens seemed to have some sort of telepathic connection, and I doubted I was supposed to be able to hear them.
"I don't know," the Doctor admitted, also without moving his mouth. "There's something wrong with her."
"Wrong with her?" the princess glanced over at me so I pretended to be looking around the room.
The Doctor gave a sort of mental nod. "She spaces out a lot," he explained.
I waned to protest that I've been spacing out ever since my brother hit me on the head with a mallet when I was four, but then I remembered I shouldn't know what they were saying, so I kept my mouth shut.
"And once there was this… this voice. That spoke to me," the Doctor continued. And he thought I was crazy? "Out of her mouth." Oh. Never mind then. "But I swear to you, your highness. I swear to you on the highest authority of the Shadow Proclamation that the voice that I heard was not the little girl you see in front of you."
Little? I exclaimed in my head. I'm thirteen! Well, at least he was defending me, right?
"What did the voice say?" Tywysoges asked.
The Doctor didn't answer.
I glanced over at them. They were both staring intently at each other and the Doctor had that sad, faraway look in his eyes that he always got on the show when he talked about Gallifrey.
Suddenly, the princess looked at me.
"Come here, child," she commanded (out loud).
I awkwardly scooted forward, wondering what she had in mind.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked the Doctor silently.
"I witnessed your powers the last time I was here," he replied. "I want you to go into her mind and chase out the demon."
What? I wanted to shout. I don't want her to go into my mind! That does not sound fun! It actually sounds extremely painful! And I have a distinct fear of pain! I suffer from…painophobia! I don't even think that's a word! There's probably some scientificky word, but I don't know what it is. I'll have to look it up later. You know, that is if I survive her going into my brain!
I kept my mouth shut, of course, though. I still wasn't supposed to know what they were saying.
But before I could even ask what they were doing, the alien princess put her fingers on my temples and I blacked out.
A/N: Hope you liked it! If any Psych fans want details on the new story, PM me and I'd be glad to explain the plot. Review!