Author's Note: I'll be honest… I sort of forgot that I forgot to post. ::looks ashamed:: So, once again, your patience is rewarded with the next two chapters! Sorry guys. Enjoy!

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Jy'stem k'rhy w'hybol.

He wishes, right now, that the voice would just stop.

He promised his mum that he would stop pushing. That he would stop trying to hear the voice. But he did stop trying and yet it hasn't stop talking.

Yn s'iar adym anianaeth. A'cemeg arall da'fo diaith.

It makes the quiet hours of the night almost unbearable. When he's trapped alone with just David's snoring and equations running through his mind. Sitting at his desk with pen and paper at hand, letting the words and equations andvisions flow from his hand, is the only thing keeping him sane.

Keeps him sane, that is, until he actually looks down at what he's writing. It's the schematics for a device. A device that… does nothing he's sure.

The more he looks, the more he sees what it is. A communicator. An interdimensional communicator. A communicator capable of getting in touch with his father. One that can pierce through the Void.

He could build it. It would be easy with these blue prints and equations on hand. How easy it would be.

The materials- he could get those. Easy. They're all in the science labs.

He could talk to his father. Could ask him about the telepathy. Could figure out a way with him to open a passage between their worlds properly.

His mum could talk to him. That would make her happy. She needs something like that.

The science lab is locked at this time of night-

Locked doors are easy.

He's never actually left his room this late at night. The school looks so weird. Everything's dark. Everything's so quiet- his footsteps reverberate throughout the halls. He was scared dozens of times that someone would hear him as he broke into the labs and scrounged around for what he needs. More than once he had to drag a chair over to pull things off the shelves. It was actually kind of fun- in reminded him of the times he used to nick all sorts of things from gran's handyman's shed. She was always so cross with him.

And he's sure that David's going to be just as cross when he starts working and wakes him up. He tries to be as quiet as he can, but when the precise stuff is over, all that's left is to assemble the final pieces.

"What are you doing? It's like four in the morning."

"Sorry. Just working. Go back to sleep."

"I'm trying, but it's pretty much impossible with you making all that noise. What could you be doing that's so important?"

"Making something."

"Yeah, whatever. Keep it down will you?"

He's so close. He can feel it. The voice is practically yelling. Yelling and nudging and encouraging him. It'll work. It has to.

What if it doesn't?

His finger stills over the on switch. He shouldn't have made this- it's breaking his promise to his mum that he would stop listening to the voice.

But he can't help it. He needs to know. He needs to try.

The switch glows green, showing that the power up is complete.

Now what? How can he contact his dad? He could be anywhere, any when.

This is going to take a while.

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"Do you need anything before I go, Ms. Tyler?"

"No, I'm fine, Roger. And how many times do I have to tell you? It's just Rose."

"Of course, ma'am." She smiles at the joke and he smirks back, but honestly she hates the formality of the title 'Ms'. "I'll be out there then."

"Okay. Thanks."

Roger leaves and for a moment Rose just stops. She takes a moment to not think, to not work, to not be Ms. Tyler. She's just Rose.

Just Rose Tyler, mother to the most amazing and unique child ever born.

God, does she miss that child. And she was worried about him having a hard time away from her.

Well, actually, she still is worried about him. Him sleeping all the time is cause for concern on its own, but to top it off with his telepathy theory and his claims of hearing voices. She has no idea what to think. To believe him or blame it on the stress of school and living away from her as to simply a young imagination and youthful desire to see his father.

She needs the Doctor to help her with this part of Jon's development.

There's something about it that makes her nervous. Maybe not nervous.

There's something wrong. Her gut's telling her that she ought to call him, to check up on him. Right now, even. It's much more insistent of a gut feeling than she's accustomed to.

The receiver is to her ear and she has the first three numbers punched in when the door flies open and Roger's body leans inside her office.

"You need to get out here. Something's happening to the Void."

That's all she needs to spring out of his seat and make her way to the Void room. It's her team- her department, her research into a way back.

"What have we got?"

"Some kind of broadcasting signal is disrupting the stability of the Void."

"Is it a message? For us?"

"I can't tell. Looks more like it's coming from our reality."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Can you narrow down in our universe?"

"Trying." It's a frustrating thirty seconds. "Definitely Earth. Narrowing down… England… Perthshire, Scotland… The Noble School."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Steady signal is coming from there."

"Can you block it from here?"

"No. It needs to be shut down manually."

"What are you thinking?"

She looks to Mickey and sighs. "I'm thinking that Jon and I need to have a talk."

"You so sure it's Jon?"

"Who else would be broadcasting across the Void from the Noble School?"

"Good point. But you still never know."

"Come on."

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