New Earth: Cassandra Returns

The Doctor couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched Angel working away at the console, with a soft smile of her own, "And what's got you all smiles?" he asked, walking over to her, standing beside her, their arms touching.

She looked up at him, her hearts skipping a beat as she saw that sparkle in his eye that was only ever there when he looked at her, "You."

He nearly beamed at that, his hearts racing, "Me?"

She nodded, "You always make me smile," she informed him before turning to lean on the console so she could talk to him properly, "Half the time though it's because Rose said that I should just smile and nod when you talk and I don't understand what you've said...which happens a lot," he gave her a little pout at that, "But..." she smiled, "MOST of the time it's because...you just make me happy."

This time he beamed fully, his hearts feeling like they were going to burst out of his chest at the admission. He made her happy, mad old him. He felt warm, nearly giddy, at the thought that just him being him could make her smile, "You make me happy too," he told her, staring deep into her eyes so she wouldn't doubt him, "More than you could possibly know."

"I'm glad," she said softly, "I...I never ever thought someone would want to Mate to me," she admitted as well.

He knew that though, she'd told him she thought she'd make a rubbish Mate when she'd told him more about her sister after they'd met Pete Tyler. There were two examples of what humans would define as marriage on Gallifrey, pretty much in the same Earth terms, there was marriage though those tended to be preplanned by the families, marriages of convenience to ensure the continuation of the family line. And then there was Mating, basically choosing for yourself who you wanted to spend your lives with, which made the connection of Mating all the more powerful.

"Even before the War I could never quite picture it," she added, shaking her head thoughtfully at him, "And then you come along, dropping out of the sky, and suddenly...I CAN picture it. And...suddenly I can't imagine it with anyone else. Because I don't want anyone else. I just want you."

"Good," he grinned, "Because I just want you too and..." he dragged out the 'and,' "Now that I've got you, I'm never ever gonna let you go, you know," he blinked, "Probably should have warned you about that before I asked you to Mate though..."

She laughed lightly, "I don't mind, I hope you don't let me go," she added playfully, knowing he was actually being dead serious.

He reached out and gently took her hands in his, needing her to understand how true it was, how much he meant it, "You know, I think I figured out the very last piece of the sort of man I am now," he said quietly, his voice nearly a whisper.

She tilted her head, "And what's that?"

He lifted her right hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss to the back of it, "I'm a man who will never disappoint his Mate, ever. I swear it to you Nella. I will never let you down. I will never let you go."

She took in a subtle intake of breath, she didn't think she'd ever get used to someone actually using her NAME, "I don't think you could disappoint me even if you tried..." she smiled, "Theta."

He let out a soft laugh, joy bubbling in him at hearing her say his name. He couldn't measure how irritated he'd gotten with his 'wife' on Gallifrey only able to call him 'husband' or some other title like that because he'd refused to tell her that sacred secret. Hearing his NAME, hearing it falling so naturally from Angel's lips...nothing could compare, "But I do promise you that."

She nodded, freeing her left hand to place it on his cheek, just stroking it gently with her thumb, still getting used to the new him, "I know."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, the kiss growing more loving and full of promises as each second went on...

Till the TARDIS gave a gentle hum.

Angel laughed softly, pulling back, "I think she's getting impatient to leave," she remarked, resting a hand on the console, "Is that it girl? You ready to get out there, start a new adventure?"

"Maybe it's just the excitement of bonding to you," the Doctor suggested.

As though understanding him, the TARDIS gave another hum.

Angel laughed, "Well I'm excited too," she told the box and him, smiling at him as she gave the console a small pat, "We should get on though. The longer we stay on Earth, the harder it is to leave."

"I'm glad you like it so much," he remarked, pleased that his favorite planet of all was as beloved by her as it was by him.

"Humans are interesting," she shrugged, "I can't understand them for the life of me but...that's part of their charm, I think. They're confusing and they make you want to understand them."

He shook his head gently at that, humans were, by far, the simplest species he'd come across in his long life, but he could see it. He could see how new and exciting they were, through Angel's eyes. She found them fascinating and he learned new things about them through her, through her comments and observations, little things he hadn't noticed before till she asked about them. She found them, to quote his old self, fantastic, and now...he could see it too.

He reached out and pulled a lever, the two of them taking a moment to watch the rotor rise and fall as the engines started up.

She hadn't been lying, she was nearly buzzing with excitement. As soon as they were in the Vortex she'd be able to complete the psychic link with the TARDIS. It was sort of a tradition to bond while in flight through the Vortex. She was a bit sad though, she had wanted to ask Mickey to join them, as her companion, as her first ever companion, but she wasn't technically an official pilot yet and…knowing the Doctor's timing...they'd go up and end up back on Earth 20 years later and then where would she be? Poor Mickey would have spent all that time waiting…no, it was better to bond first and ask as soon as they saw Mickey again…which she could just feel would be very soon.

~8~

Rose stood by her mother and Mickey, all packed up and ready to get going, "Have you got everything?" Jackie asked.

"I've got everything, don't worry," Rose smiled.

"Be careful," Jackie pulled her into a hug.

"Don't worry, I've got those two looking after me," Rose hugged her tight, "And don't forget, you got to call Mo about that…"

"Oh, never mind Mo..." Jackie waved her off.

~8~

Angel pulled another lever and the rotor sped up. They glanced at each other, grinning proudly at the old ship, before Angel ran to the doors, "Rose come on!" she called out to the girl.

"Ok," she nodded back to Angel before turning to her mother, "I'm going now. I love you!"

"I love you," Jackie kissed her on the cheek.

"Love you, love you..." Rose laughed, turning to kiss Mickey goodbye.

"Love you," he said quietly.

"Bye," she replied softly, before walking toward the TARDIS, stepping in as Angel moved to the side.

"Bye Mickey!" Angel shouted, waving at them as Rose shrugged off her bag, "Bye Jackie! Um..." she frowned a moment in thought, "See you later...you um...crocodile?"

Mickey laughed, "It's 'see you later alligator.'"

She nodded, smiling at him in thanks, remembering it now, "In a while crocodile!" she pointed at him.

"That's it!" he gave her a little cheer, pointing back at her, pleased that she'd used that expression to say goodbye, he'd taught her it and, now, he realized she'd actually listened to him. That was nice.

"You take good care of her!" Jackie called over the sound of the engines nearing dematerialization, "You hear me?"

"Not even a bee sting," Angel promised, closing the doors and running up to the console where Rose and the Doctor were waiting. He pulled down a lever and the TARDIS began to fade, Jackie and Mickey watching till it was gone.

"So, where are we going?" Rose asked, excited.

"Further than we've ever gone before," the Doctor replied with a grin.

Rose glanced at Angel and smiled widely.

~8~

Rose stepped out of the TARDIS onto a windy, grassy area, gaping at the advanced skyline before her.

The Doctor and Angel stepped out behind her, watching her reaction, "It's five billion and twenty three..." Angel stated, "The galaxy M87," she smiled, "Welcome to New Earth."

Cars flew past them towards the futuristic city across the water.

"That's just..." Rose blinked, unable to find the words, "That's…" she started laughing in amazement.

"Not bad," the Doctor nodded, "Not bad at all!"

"That's amazing! I'll never get used to this. Never. Different ground beneath my feet!" she started hopping in place, "Different sky...what's that smell?"

The Doctor crouched down to pull up some grass, "Apple grass."

"Apple grass!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"That's beautiful!" Rose turned to Angel and the Doctor to see them standing beside her, the Doctor's arm around Angel's waist as she leaned a bit against him, "Oh, I love this. Can I just say..." she walked around and nudged her way in between them to put her arms around their shoulders, wanting to be able to hug them both, "...travelling with you two...I love it."

"Us too," Angel smiled before grabbing Rose's hand, "Come on!" she pulled her away, dashing off as the Doctor chased after them.

~8~

In the basement of a hospital the trio was being watched through a red tinted orb by a pale man covered with red tattoos. His eye widened, "Human! She's pureblood human," he twisted a control to zoom in on Rose, "Closer. Closer!"

~8~

A small robotic spider crept closer to where the Doctor, Angel, and Rose were sprawled on the grass. The Doctor was lying on his coat, his arm wrapped around Angel's waist as she laid beside him, in between him and Rose, just looking at the sky, Rose's eyes on the city, "So, the year five billion," the Doctor began, "The sun expands, the Earth gets roasted…"

"That was our first trip!" Rose smiled at him.

"We had chips!" he recalled as they laughed at the memory, Angel smiling as she recalled the story the Doctor had told her of it, "So anyway…planet gone, all rocks and dust, but the Human Race lives on, spread out across the stars. Soon as the Earth burns up, oh, yeah, they get all nostalgic, big revival movement...but find this place!" he sat up for a better look, Angel just laying on her back instead, "Same size as the Earth...same air...same orbit...lovely! Call goes out, the humans move in!"

"What's the city called?"

"New New York."

"Oh, come on," Rose scoffed.

"It is! It's the City of New New York!"

"The...fifteenth New York since the original, isn't it?" Angel remarked, her eyes closed, just basking in the sun.

The Doctor grinned, "Which makes it New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York," Rose looked at him, "What?"

"You're so different," she commented.

"New New Doctor," he laughed.

"I have to say," Angel opened her eyes to look at him, "I rather like this New New Doctor."

He beamed down at her, reaching out to stroke her cheek a moment before putting a strand of hair that had escaped her clip in the wind behind her ear, "Me too," and then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Though I must admit, I do miss Mr. Brooding."

"Mr. Brooding?" the Doctor asked, incredulous, as Rose let out a giggle, quickly trying to cover it up as he looked between the two of them, "Is that what you two called me behind my back?"

"Oh no," Rose remarked.

"Not ever," Angel added.

They were serious for a moment, before laughing once more.

"Oh yeah, well, would 'Mr. Brooding' do this?" he replied, before reaching out and tickling the two of them.

~8~

"Impossible!" a female voice gasped at the image, "I recognize that child. Her face. Show me her face!"

"Closer," the man controlled the spider, bringing it closer, "Closer! Face! Face! Face!"

~8~

Rose rolled away from the Doctor's tickle attack and got up, "Can we go and visit New New York, so good they named it twice?"

The Doctor ceased his attack on Angel, getting up as well, "Well, I thought we might go there first," he pointed to a rather large building on the coast before reaching down and helping Angel up.

"Why?" Rose squinted at it, "What is it?"

"Some sort of hospital," Angel replied, picking up the Doctor's coat and helping him into it, "It's got the universal symbol for hospital on the side of it."

"Oh," Rose nodded, catching sight of a green moon painted onto the building.

"I got this," the Doctor showed her the psychic paper, "A message on the psychic paper."

He and Rose watched as 'Ward 26, please come' scrawled across the paper, Angel not being able to see it, though the Doctor had told her the message before.

"Someone wants to see you," Rose commented.

Angel blinked in thought, "A familiar…face…"

He smiled at that, "A good one or a bad one?"

She smiled as well, "Good, I think."

"Hmm!" Rose grinned, pleased that it wouldn't be some sort of enemy like the Daleks again, "And I thought we were just sightseeing. Come on then! Let's go and buy some grapes," she linked her arm through theirs and led them off towards the hospital.

"Why do we need grapes?" Angel asked with a small frown of confusion.

Rose just laughed and tugged her on.

~8~

"Rose Tyler!" the woman gasped, "I knew it! That dirty blonde assassin!"

"She's coming here mistress!" the man cried.

"This is beyond coincidence! This is destiny. At last I can be revenged on that little…"

~8~

"Bit rich coming from you," Rose said to the Doctor as they walked into reception.

"What is?" Angel looked at Rose.

"Him," she nodded at the Doctor, "Not liking hospitals."

Angel paused a moment, thinking, "That's...irony right?" she asked Rose, "You think it's ironic?"

Rose smiled, "Yeah."

"Because, as a Doctor, he should love hospitals!" Angel worked it out.

"Exactly!" Rose cheered, holding up a hand to Angel who high-fived her back, now knowing what a high-five was.

"I can't help it!" he defended, "I don't like hospitals, they give me the creeps!"

"I'm not much of a fan either," Angel added though, now starting to look around hesitantly, "Not all the people who bid for me and the Dalek just kept us locked up."

The Doctor's face darkened, taking her hand and holding it tightly. He knew what she was implying. She'd never really talked about the people who had captured her and the Dalek or the others besides Van Statten that had gotten their hands on her over the years. But now, to hear a hint of it, to hear that she had probably been dissected at one point or another…she squeezed his hand back, instantly soothing his murderous thoughts, whatever had happened was in the past, clearly where Angel wanted to leave it.

"The Pleasure Gardens will now take visitors carrying green or blue identification cards for the next fifteen minutes," came the announcement over the speakers, "Visitors are reminded that cuttings from the gardens are not permitted."

"Very smart," Rose eyed the place, trying her best to change the topic, she had gathered exactly what the Doctor had, "Not exactly NHS."

"No shop," the Doctor groaned, "I like the little shop!"

"I thought this far in the future, they'd have cured everything."

"The Human Race moves on, but so do the viruses. It's an ongoing war."

Rose stared at a cat-nurse walking by, nodding politely at her as she did, "They're cats…" she murmured, pointing at them.

"Now, don't stare...think what you look like to them..." the Doctor chastised, looking her up and down.

"Like a pink weasel in a blonde wig," Angel replied promptly, answering the Doctor's question.

Rose looked at her, horrified, and looked down at herself.

"Pink and yellow…" the Doctor nodded, before he pointed over her shoulder, "That's where I'd put the shop! Right there!" Rose turned around to look where he'd pointed, only for the Doctor to grab Angel's hand and walk over to the lift, "Ward 26, thanks!" he called up when they got inside.

~8~

"Override controls," the man said.

~8~

"Hold on!" Rose shouted, rushing to join them in the lift, but the doors already shut, "Hold on!"

"Oh, too late," the Doctor called down to her, "We're going up."

"It's alright! There's another lift."

"Ward 26," Angel shouted, "Don't get lost!"

"And watch out for the disinfectant," the Doctor added.

"Watch out for what?" Rose's distant voice reached them.

"The disinfectant!"

"The what?"

"The di…"

Angel put a hand on his arm, smirking a little, "She'll find out."

He had to laugh, she certainly would.

~8~

Rose stepped onto the lift, awkwardly looking around, "Um...Ward 26. Thanks..."

The doors shut and the lift went down.

~8~

"Commence stage one: disinfection," a computer announced.

A green light turned on and the Doctor and Angel were soaked in a shower of disinfectant, both perfectly calm, rinsing their hair, smoothing their hands through it.

~8~

"Commence stage one: disinfection."

Rose screamed as disinfectant poured down over her, frantically smacking the walls till the shower turned off.

~8~

A white powder suddenly fell onto the two Time Lords, poofing into the air around them.

Angel laughed, clapping her hands and watching the powder puff off it.

~8~

Rose squeezed her eyes shut, shocked, and more than a bit disgusted, as the powder fell on her.

~8~

A blow-dryer turned on, blasting the Doctor and Angel with warm air. The Doctor laughed as Angel tried to hide behind him, her hair whipping around her, having fallen out of the clip during the shower. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her out, holding her before him as the air blasted them.

~8~

After the initial shock of the air suddenly assailing her, Rose gently started trying to tidy her hair.

~8~

The lift doors slid open on Ward 26 and the Doctor and Angel headed out, both looking very well groomed, though Angel's hair had more of a poof to it as she tried to clip it back again.

~8~

Rose took a step out at what seemed to be a cellar of some kind, still pulling at her hair, when someone called out to her, "The human child is clean."

She looked up to see a pale man with red tattoos down the end of the corridor, "Um...I'm looking for Ward 26..."

"This way, Rose Tyler," he hurried off.

Rose knelt and picked up a metal rod before following the odd man apprehensively.

~8~

The Doctor and Angel walked arm-in-arm into Ward 26, following one of the cat-nurses, "Nice place," he remarked, looking around, "No shop downstairs. I'd have a shop. Not a big one, just a shop. So people can…shop."

"You're rambling," Angel whispered to him, he just winked at her.

"The hospital is a place of healing," the cat-nurse replied, shocked at the suggestion.

"A shop does some people the world of good," he shrugged, "Not me."

"Or me," Angel agreed.

"Other people though..."

The cat-nurse led them off, down the Ward, past a completely red patient, "The Sisters of Plentitude take a lifelong vow to help. And to mend…"

The Doctor slowed at a bed where an extremely fat, extremely gray, man was laying.

"Excuse me!" a very stern looking woman approached them angrily, "Members of the public may only gaze upon the Duke of Manhattan with written permission from the Senate of New New York."

"That's Petrifold Regression, right?" the Doctor asked, nodding at the Duke.

"I'm dying, sir," he replied, "A lifetime of charity and abstinence. And it ends like this."

"Any statements made by the Duke of Manhattan may not be made public without official clearance," the woman added.

"I thought abstinence meant self-restraint and moderation," Angel frowned.

"And?" the woman shook her head, not sure what the woman was asking.

"Well he's rather large for living in moderation," Angel stated.

The woman gaped at her as the Doctor tried to hold in his laughter at her blunt reply, while she had gotten better at realizing social cues, knowing when others were joking or being rhetorical or ironic, she wasn't quite there when it came to social faux pas and whether to speak what was on her mind or not.

"Frau Clovis!" the Duke groaned. The woman threw one more glare at Angel before hurrying to his side, grasping his hand, "I'm so weak!"

"Sister Jatt!" the woman turned to the cat-nurse, "A little privacy, please!"

Sister Jatt just turned to lead the Doctor and Angel away, "He'll be up and about in no time."

"I doubt it," the Doctor stopped a little ways away, "Petrifold Regression? He's turning to stone. There won't be a cure for...oh...a thousand years? He might be up and about, but only as a statue..."

"Have faith in the Sisterhood," Jatt said softly, when Angel caught sight of something at the end of the Ward and slowly made her way to it, "But is there no one here you recognize?" the Doctor barely heard her question as he watched Angel slowly approach a very familiar sight and crouch down, "It's rather unusual to visit without knowing the patient."

"No," he said quietly, "I think we've found him."

She turned to see Angel was crouching down before the Face of Boe, her hand gently resting on the glass of his container.

"Novice Hame," Jatt nodded at the cat-nurse sitting beside Boe as she led the Doctor over, "If I can leave this gentleman and woman in your care?"

"Oh, I think our friend got lost," the Doctor turned to Jatt, "Uh, Rose Tyler. Could you ask at reception?"

"Certainly, sir," she smiled, turning to go.

Hame looked up at the Doctor, "I'm afraid the Face of Boe's asleep. That's all he tends to do these days. Are you friends, or…"

"We met just the once on Platform One," the Doctor replied quietly.

"I've only just," Angel added, looking sadly at the alien.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I'm so sorry," Hame said gently, "I thought you knew. The Face of Boe is dying."

"Of what?" the Doctor looked at her, surprised.

"Old age," Angel answered for her, her gaze flickering across Boe's face, taking him in, "He's so old now."

Hame sighed, nodding, "The one thing we can't cure. He's thousands of years old. Some people say millions…"

"He is," Angel whispered, tilting her head as she looked at him. It was...weird...it felt like she knew the Face of Boe from somewhere, despite the fact she was sure she'd never met him before. He felt...familiar to her, like she should know him...but...she just didn't know why...

"That's impossible."

The Doctor smiled, "Oh, I don't know...I like impossible," he knelt down beside Angel, resting a hand on her back as he spoke to Boe, "I'm here. I look a bit different, but it's me...it's the Doctor..." he placed his other hand on the tank as Boe sighed, "And I've brought someone very special, the Angel, just what you need eh?"

Angel smiled at him softly, before looking at Boe in thought, "He's not the only face around here, is he?" she turned to Hame.

"Well…" the cat-nurse blinked, confused by her question, "There are faces all around us. Our patients, their families…"

The Doctor looked at Angel, he knew that wasn't exactly what the question she had asked meant, but from the frown on her face, she didn't know exactly what that was either.

He'd noticed her sensations seemed to be getting stronger, if that was the right word, she'd been speaking more about them, getting more of them. But...that could have been because she'd tried to keep herself from feeling them for so long, maybe this was how she would have have natrually felt, how often she felt them. But he also knew it frustrated her. There were times she'd say something so randomly, so out there, that they KNEW it was a feeling about the future, like when she'd asked if he'd give a piece of fruit a second chance. Other times she'd make a passing comment that would later mean so much more, something they might have been able to deal with if only they'd realized it sooner, like when she'd told Rose to hang on back when they'd met Nancy and Jamie. And then there were times she'd say something and not have the faintest clue why she said it or what it meant, like just now. It frustrated her to not be able to put an explanation to her words, to not know why she said it, to not even know what it meant.

He'd never dealt with Visionaries before, not enough to be able to help, and that killed him.

All he could do was try to be there for her, help her work her sensations out.

~8~

Rose emerged from the corridor into a room with an old video playing. She looked over at the flickering image being projected onto the screen, a glamorous party where everyone present was laughing and holding champagne glasses.

A blonde woman was there, talking to everyone, the center of attention, "I mean, you never know what your life's going to be like! Ever! I'm bored with this drink," she handed her drink to someone off camera, "Anyway, oh, hello darling! Now, don't! Stop it!" she playfully pushed a man away.

"Wait a minute..." Rose froze in thought, recognizing the woman's voice, "That's..." she spun around to see Cassandra, the piece of skin with eyes and lips behind her, the man at her side.

"Peekaboo!" Cassandra grinned.

"Don't you come anywhere near me, Cassandra," Rose held up the pipe.

"Why? What do you think I'm going to do? Flap you to death?"

"Yeah, but...what about Gollum?" she gestured to the man.

"Oh...that's just Chip. He's my pet."

"I worship the mistress!" Chip stated.

"Moisturize me, moisturize me..." she ordered. Chip picked up a canister and began to spray Cassandra with the solution, "He's not even a proper life form. He's a force-grown clone. I modeled him on my favorite pattern. But he's so faithful. Chip sees to my physical needs."

"I hope that means food," Rose remarked, "How comes you're still alive?"

"After you murdered me…"

"That was your own fault."

"The brain of my mistress survived," Chip explained, "And her pretty blue eyes were salvaged from the bin."

"What about the skin? I saw it, you…you got ripped apart."

"That piece of skin was taken from the front of my body," Cassandra explained, "This piece is the back."

Rose laughed, "Right! So you're talking out of your…"

"Ask not," Cassandra cut in with a glare.

"The mistress was lucky to survive," Chip told her, "Chip secreted milady into the hospital."

"So they don't know you're here?" Rose reasoned.

"Chip steals medicine. Helps milady. Soothes her. Strokes her..." he raised a hand do just that.

"You can stop right there, Chip," Rose called, disgusted.

"But I'm so alone, hidden down here...the last human in existence..." Cassandra sighed sadly.

"Don't start that again, they've called this planet New Earth!"

"A vegetable patch."

"And there's millions of humans out there...millions of them."

"Mutant stock!"

"They evolved, Cassandra. They just evolved, like they should. You stayed still. You got yourself all pickled and preserved, and what good did it do you?"

"Oh, I remember that night," Cassandra looked at the film, ignoring her, "Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace. That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful. After that it all became...such hard work."

"Well, you've got a knack for survival, I'll give you that."

"But I've not been idle, Rose..." she turned back to her, "Tucked away, underneath this hospital, I've been listening. The Sisters are hiding something."

"What d'you mean?"

"Oh...these cats have secrets. Hush, let me whisper. Come close."

Rose laughed, "You must be joking if you think I'm coming anywhere near you!" she backed up, only for a light to turn on around her, binding her hands with red light, trapping her.

"Chip! Activate the psychograft!"

Chip rushed over to the controls.

"I can't move!" Rose shouted, frightened, "Cassandra, let me go!" Chip pulled a lever and bars of light came down from the ceiling, surrounding her like a cage, "What're you doing?!"

"The lady's moving on," Cassandra laughed gleefully, "It's goodbye trampoline, and hello blondie!"

A pink light flew out of Cassandra, across the room, and into Rose.

Chip released the lever, Rose's body falling to the ground, "Mistress?" he peered at her.

"Moisturize me…" Cassandra said in Rose's body as she began to wake. Chip turned to retrieve the canister when Cassandra realized she was in an actual body again, "How bizarre...arms...fingers...hair! Let me see! Let me see!" she sprang up and dashed to the mirror, her eyes widening in horror, "Oh my God. I'm a chav!"

A/N: Woo! About 5,200 words NOT counting the A/N to follow :) Hope it's a little better in terms of length. Now, who loved that little scene in the beginning? Aww, fluff! I will say this though, a lot of things that Angel and the Doctor say/do in that scene will pop up again later in the saga, I won't say how or when or what, but it will :)

Some notes on reviews...

Torchwood will definitely know about Angel, however, I sort of see UNIT and Torchwood as being separate and not interacting unless they have to, like rivals at first. I kind of see that being how it is till Martha joins UNIT since she knows Jack and brings the two facilities closer. Torchwood though, with Yvonne especially, I can't see as being willing to give up their knowledge to UNIT, especially about a second Time Lord being there so UNIT is in the dark till Angel stands up to the Sycorax. I also sort of took it as, neither facility seemed to know that the Dalek had been on Earth otherwise I could see them either wanting to seize it or destroy it and neither did that. I think Goddard mentioned the Dalek and Angel passed hands through private auctions so perhaps they were just REALLY private and no one but the bidders knew. That'll all change now :)

The Mating process will definitely be completed before we get 11, I can promise you that :)

Sarah Jane and Angel, that episode will be packed with good times and tense times, not saying who from though :)

A ginger Time Lady? I won't say which Angel that will be or even how many Angels we'll have before we finish Series 7, but...she WILL be a full ginger (not strawberry blonde like the Professor) at some point. Won't say when :)

Angel was definitely hesitant for a number of reasons, mostly because it was such a sudden shift with the Doctor, being scarred and keeping mostly to himself and then BAM! Let's Mate! Very shocking to her so you can sort of see where she might be afraid it's not 'him being able to express himself now' but 'an effect of the regeneration' having a hand in it. It'll definitely be something that's brought up a couple more times throughout the saga.

I hinted a little at this in 'Sneak Peeks' but I'll say for sure here, Mickey WILL be Angel's companion :) He really needed to be included and not shoved to the side like I felt he sometimes was.

The guilt Angel felt at the regeneration will be around for a while, but more in the back of her mind and it will be brought up again when we get to Martha, with the Doctor giving her his opinion on it.

As for Cassandra...well, this chapter sort of hints more at 'who' will be kissing the Doctor but the reactions for the Doctor and Angel will be quite mixed.

And nope, I think it was more a playful nudge than a specific star/point in mind. I'm definitely going to try to put things in like that though, where you don't know if she's expressing a true 'feeling' or just saying something in passing that is just that, adds to the suspense :)