A/N - Apologies for the slow update, I found this chapter really hard to write! Also just to let everyone know, I've started a Torchwood story with drabbles about Elora reflected from Jack: times he remembers her, things people say that remind him of her, stuff like that. It's called I Fell Out Of The Stars, Protecting You. You guys should check it out! But enjoy this chapter and please review!

The Doctor bounded towards the TARDIS doors with a grin before pulling one open, sticking his head out and looking around the spaceship docking to the Luna University.

"Hello Doctor." He looked to his right to see Elora leaning against The TARDIS with one leg bent with the foot flat against the door, smirking at him.

"Hello Doctor," The Doctor replied with a grin, looking her up and down. "Like the dress." He said, nodding at her short red dress with a white collar, taking the black graduation cap off her head, flicking the tassel a couple of time before popping it into his own head. She grinned at him before pushing past him and into The TARDIS. The Doctor turned and shut the door, took off the cap and flung it onto the console. It landed with a sweep on one of the levers, as Elora pulled the lever next to it, pulling round the scanner.

"Where's Rose?" She asked.

"At home, told her I'd only be a minute." The Doctor said as he began to run around the console.

...

"So, where are we going?" Rose asked as The Doctor and Elora pulled at the controls.

"Further than we've ever gone before." The Doctor grinned.

...

The three of them stepped out onto a grassy field upon a cliff, over looking a beach and a big white building with cars flying above their heads. The Doctor pulled on his coat as Rose stared out in awe.

!It's the year five billion and twenty three... we're in the galaxy M87, and this..." The Doctor said, staring out at the beauty.

"This is New Earth." Elora finished with a grin.

"That's just... that's..." Rose whispered before bursting out laughing with wonder.

"Not bad. Not bad at all!" The Doctor nodded.

"That's amazing. I'll never get used to this. Never. Different ground beneath my feet!" She began to jump up and down in excitement. "Different sky...! What's that smell?" Elora looked around before bending down and yanking some grass out of the ground and holding it up to her.

"Apple grass." Elora shrugged.

"Apple grass...!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"That's beautiful!" She grinned at Elora and The Doctor. "Oh, I love this. Can I just say..." She linked a each arm with The Doctor and Elora. "Travelling with you... I love it."

"Me too." The Doctor laughed. "Come on!" He grabbed her hand as Rose grabbed Elora before The Doctor pulled the two women off.

...

"So, the year five billion... the sun expands, the Earth gets roasted." The Doctor explained. He looked across the field as he and Rose layed next to each other, kneeling up on their elbows and looking out. The Doctor looked to his right, watching as Elora quickly wrote everything he was saying on a note book.

"That was our first date." Rose said with a grin.

"We had chips!" He giggled. "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! Same size as the Earth... same air... same orbit... lovely! Call goes out, the humans move in!"

"What's the city called?" Elora asked, not bothering to look up from her notebook.

"New New York."

She stopped suddenly, looking up at The Doctor with a frown. "Oh, come on."

"It is! It's the City of New New York!" He paused, thinking for a second. "Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original. So that makes it New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York." He said, looking back to Rose as he spoke to the both of them. "What?"

"You're so different." Rose said.

"New New Doctor."

"So," Rose said as they all got up. Elora folded up her notebook and stuffed it into The Doctor's pocket as he put it back ok. "Can we go and visit New New York... so good they named it twice?"

"Well... I thought we might go there first." He nodded over at a big white building in the distance with a green crescent moon on the side of it.

"Why? What is it?"

"Some sort of hospital."

"Green moon on the side... that's the universal symbol for hospitals." Elora said as The Doctor took out his psychic paper and held it between his two companions so they could read it.

"I got this. A message on the psychic paper." Ward 26... Please Come "Someone wants to see me." He shrugged, stuffing it back into his pocket.

"Hmm! And I thought we were just sight-seeing." Rose said. "Come on then! Let's go and buy some grapes."

...

"Bit rich coming from you." Rose scoffed at the two of them.

"I can't help it! I don't like hospitals... they give me the creeps!" The Doctor said as Elora nodded in agreement.

"Very smart." Rose said, looking around the white hospital. "Not exactly NHS."

"No shop. 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." Elora sighed. "It's an ongoing war." She smiled at a cat nurse as she walked past them, nodding politely.

"They're cats." Rose said, pointing back as the nurse walked past.

"Now, don't stare..." The Doctor said quietly. "Think what you look like to them, all..." He looked her up and down. "Pink and yellow. That's where I'd put the shop!" He pointed over her shoulder. "Right there!" Elora nodded at him in approval as the two of them stepped into the lift.

"Ward 26, thanks!" Elora called out as the lift doors shut.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Rose shouted as she ran to the lift only for the doors to shut on her.

"Oh, too late... we're going up." The Doctor called through.

"It's all right, there's another lift." She called back.

"Ward 26. And watch out for the disinfectant."

"Watch out for what?"

"The disinfectant!" Elora shouted loudly.

"The what?"

"The di... oh, you'll find out." She muttered.

...

"Nice place." The Doctor muttered as he and Elora were guided through Ward 26 by Sister Jatt. "No shop, downstairs. I'd have a shop. Not a big one... just a shop. So people can shop."

"The hospital is a place of healing." Sister Jatt said, suprised.

"A shop does some people the world of good. Not me. Other people..." He shrugged as they began to walk past some of the patients.

"The Sisters of Plentitude take a lifelong vow to help. And to mend." The three of them passed a bed holding an extremely fat man, The Duke of Manhattan, looking like he was about to turn to stone with a prim looking woman, Frau Clovis, sitting next to him.

"Excuse me!" Frau exclaimed, approaching them. "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?" Elora asked, nodding at the Duke.

"I'm dying, miss. A lifetime of charity and abstinence. And it ends like this." The Duke sighed.

"Any statements made by the Duke of Manhattan may not be made public without official clearance." Frau hissed.

"Frau Clovis!" The Duke gasped. Frau rushed to his side and he grabbed her hand. "I'm so weak!"

"Sister Jatt! A little privacy, please!" Sister Jatt nodded and lead The Doctor and Elora away.

"He'll be up and about in no time." Sister Jatt commented.

"I doubt it." The Doctor said. "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. But is there no one here you recognize?" Suddenly, The Doctor's eye was caught by something on the other side of the room. "It's rather unusual to visit without knowing the patient."

"No. I think I've found him." The Doctor said, smiling slowly.

"Is that..." Elora whispered as they walked forward slowly. "It's the Face of Boe.

"Novice Hame... if I can leave this gentleman in your care?" Sister Jatt asked the nurse sitting next to the Face of Boe.

"Oh, I think my friend got lost." The Doctor said, spinning round and looking back at Sister Jatt. "Uh... Rose Tyler. Could you ask at reception?"

"Certainly, sir." She nodded, walking off. The Doctor turned back to the Face of Boe and watched as Elora sat down in front of the Face of Boe, crossed her legs, placed a hand on his glass tank and listened to him hum in her mind.

"I'm afraid the Face of Boe's asleep." Novice Hame said gently. "That's all he tends to do these days. Are you a friend, or...?"

"We met just the once on Platform One." The Doctor sighed. "What's wrong with him?"

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

"Of what?" Elora asked, looking back at the cat nurse.

"Old age." Hame replied. "The one thing we can't cure. He's thousands of years old. Some people say millions. Although, that's impossible."

"Oh, no... I like impossible." The Doctor said with a smile. He knelt down next to Elora and put his hand on the tank. "I'm here. I look a bit different, but it's me... it's the Doctor..."

...

"You ok?" The Doctor asked as he passed Elora and Novice Hame a glass of water each.

"That's very kind. But there's no need." Novice Hame said.

"You're the one working." He sighed, walking towards the window and leaning against window sill.

"There's not much to do. Just maintain his smoke. And I suppose I'm company. I can hear him singing, sometimes. In my mind... such ancient songs..."

"Are we the only visitors?" Elora asked.

Hame nodded, "The rest of Boe-kind became extinct. Long ago. He's the only one left. Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old." The Doctor smiled. "There's all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death, the Face of Boe will impart his great secret. That he will speak those words only to one like himself."

"What does that mean?"

"It's just a story." She shrugged.

"Tell the rest."

"It's said he'll talk to a wanderer. To the lost girl, without a home. The woman who revolved his life. The woman he revolved his life around, in the end. The lonely goddess."

...

"Didn't think I was going to make it!" The Duke cheered as Elora and The Doctor approached him. "It's that man and woman again!" He said with glee, nodding at The Doctor and Elora. "He's my good luck charm! Come in! Don't be shy!"

"Any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute a form of legal contract." Frau commented.

"Winch me up." The Duke instructed, sticking his thumb up at The Doctor as Frau pressed a button on a remote, making the bed lift up. "Ah! Look at me! No sign of infection!"

"Champagne, sir? Ma'am?" A waiter standing next to them holding a tray of champagne asked.

"No thanks." The Doctor denied as well as Elora shaking her head politely. "Uh... you had Petrifold Regression, right?"

"That being the operative word!" The Duke said happily. "Past tense! Completely cured."

"But that's impossible." Elora frowned as Matron Casp appeared beside them.

"Primitive species would accuse us of magic, but it's merely the tender application of science." The cat nurse shrugged.

"How on Earth did you cure him?" The Doctor asked.

"How on New Earth, you might say."

"What's in that solution?" Elora asked, nodding at the solution drip.

"A simple remedy."

"Then tell me what it is." The Doctor said sternly.

"I'm sorry. Patient confidentiality. I don't believe we've met. My name is Matron Casp."

"I'm the Doctor, and this is Doctor Elora Johannson."

"I think you'll find that we're the Doctors here."

"Matron Casp... you're needed in intensive care." Sister Jatt called over from the other end of the ward.

"If you would excuse me." Matron Casp said before turning and leaving.

...

"There you are!" The Doctor exclaimed as Rose swaggered onto the ward. "Come and look at this patient!" He took her arm and pulled her over to Elora who was inspecting a patient whose skin was completely red, wearing The Doctor's glasses.

"Marconi's Disease." Elora said to Rose, taking off the glasses and handing them back to The Doctor. "Should take years to recover. Two days. I've never seen anything like it... they've invented a cell washing cascade... it's amazing. Their medical science is way advanced. And this one!" She led them over to another bed holding a man who was completely white. "Pallidome Pancrosis. Kills you in ten minutes, and he's fine!"

The Doctor waved cheerily at the many before hissing, "I need to find a terminal. I've got to see how they do this." They began to walk off with Rose following, walking rather differently. "Because if they've got the best medicine in the world... then why's it such a secret?"

"I can't Adam and Eve it." Rose said oddly, making the three of them stop.

"What's... what's with the voice?" The Doctor asked in confusion.

"Oh, I don't know... just larking about New Earth... New me..." She said slowly, looking him up and down.

"Well, I can talk. New New Doctor."

"Mmm... aren't you just..." Suddenly, she grabbed him by the face and planted a smacking kiss on his lips. Elora's jaw dropped and she watched in shock before Rose pulled away breathlessly. "T... terminal's this way." She said before walking off.

"Yep... still got it..." The Doctor said, slightly high-pitched before looking at Elora. "You alright?" She shut her mouth and looked down at the floor, hurt, before following after Rose. "Elora?" He called after her.

...

"Nope..." The Doctor said as the three of them looked round the white screen. "Nothing odd... surgery... post-op... nano-dentistry... no sign of a shop... they should have a shop."

"No, it's missing something else." Rose frowned. "When I was downstairs, those Nurse / Cat / Nuns were talking about Intensive Care. Where is it...?"

"You're right, well done." Elora nodded as The Doctor took his sonic out and soniced the screen.

"Why would they hide a whole department? It's gotta be there somewhere. Search the sub-frame." The Doctor and Elora shared a concerned look.

"What if the sub-frame's locked?" He asked carefully.

"Try the installation protocol..."

"Yeah, course. Sorry. Hold on." The Doctor pulled back as the wall suddenly moved down to reveal a secret corridor behind it. Rose grinned and walked straight through as The Doctor and Elora shared as look before following. "Intensive Care. Certainly looks intensive."

The three of them went down some metal steps into Intensive Care to find themselves in a huge cavernous chamber, looking upon row and row of green doors. The Doctor walked along one of the rows and opened a door with the sonic screwdriver. The door swung open and a man, covered in boils and surrounded by smoke looked back at them.

"That's disgusting." Rose said, wriggling her nose as The Doctor and Elora stared back, horrified. "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Doctor said with regret as he shut the door gently and opened another to find a woman looking exactly the same to the man prior.

"What disease is that?" Rose asked.

"All of them." Elora said quietly in disgust. "Every single disease in the galaxy, they've been infected with everything."

"What about us? Are we safe?"

"The air's sterile. Just don't touch them." The Doctor said, shutting the door over before turning, leaning over the railing, looking upon the rows of doors.

"How many patients are there?"

"They're not patients."

"But they're sick."

"They were born sick." Elora spat. "They're meant to be sick. They exist to be sick."

"Lab rats." The Doctor said angrily. "No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've built the ultimate research laboratory. A Human farm."

"Why don't they just die?"

"Plague carriers. The last to go."

"It's for the greater cause." They span round to see Novice Hame appear at the end of the hallway.

"Novice Hame. When you took your vows, did you agree to this?" Elora asked.

"The Sisterhood has sworn to help."

"What, by killing?" The Doctor shouted.

"But they're not real people. They're specially grown. They have no proper existence."

"What's the turnover?" The Doctor asked, advancing towards her. "Hm? Thousand a day? Thousand the next? Thousand the next? How many thousand? For how many years? How many?"

"Mankind needed us." Hame begged. "They came to this planet with so many illnesses. We couldn't cope. We did try. We tried everything. We tried using clone-meat and bio-cattle... but the results were too slow. So the sisterhood grew its own flesh. That's all they are. Flesh."

"These people are alive."

"But think of those Humans out there... healthy... and happy, because of us."

"If they live because of this, then life is worthless."

"But who are you to decide that?"

The Doctor stepped forward, "I'm the Doctor. And if you don't like it... if you want to take it to a higher authority, then there isn't one. It stops with me."

"Just to confirm..." Rose said, peering over The Doctor's shoulder. "None of the Humans in the city actually know about this?"

"We thought it best not..."

"Hold on." Elora said firmly. "I can understand the bodies. I can understand your vows. But one thing I can't understand... what have you done to Rose?"

"I don't know what you mean." Novice Hame said.

The Doctor went to open his mouth to say something only for Elora to put her hand up to interrupt him. "And I'm being very, very calm. You wanna beware of that... very, very calm. And the only reason I'm being so very, very calm is that the brain is a delicate thing. Whatever you've done to Rose's head, I want it reversed."

"We haven't done anything."

"I'm perfectly fine." Rose said.

"These people are dying, and Rose would care." The Doctor said.

"Oh, all right, clever clogs." She grabbed The Doctor's shoulder and the hem of Elora's dress, spinning them round to face her. "Smarty pants." She grabbed The Doctor's tie and stroked down one side of Elora's hair.

"What's happened to you?"

"I knew something was going on in this hospital, but I needed this body and your mind to find it out."

"Who are you?"

Rose stood up on her tip toes and leaned in between both of their heads. "The Last Human." She whispered.

"Cassandra?" The Doctor asked in shock, pulling away.

"Wake up and smell the perfume." She pulled a tube of perfume out of her cleavage and squirted it in both of their faces, making them keel over.

...

The Doctor's eyes flew open to find himself inside one of the cells of Intensive Care, nose to nose with Elora. Elora let our a small yelp as The Doctor stared at her.

"You're"

"What?" The Doctor whispered.

"Hand." He looked down to see his hand wrapped round the back of Elora's thigh, under her dress.

"Sorry." He muttered, pulling his hand away with a blush. "Let us out! Let us out!" He shouted before Rose's figure appeared in front of the door to the cell.

"Aren't you lucky there was a spare?" She asked mockingly. "Standing room only."

"You've stolen Rose's body."

"Over the years, I've thought of a thousand ways to kill you, Doctor. And now, that's exactly what I've got. One thousand diseases. They pump the patients with a top-up every ten minutes. You've got about... three minutes left. Enjoy."

"Just let Rose go, Cassandra." Elora begged.

"I will! As soon as I've found someone younger and... less common... then I'll junk her with the waste. Now hushaby! It's showtime." She turned and walked off.

"What do we do?" Elora asked.

"Well-" The Doctor began before the doors swung open and Elora fell backwards. The Doctor lunged forwards and pulled her back by the waist before she dropped to the floor before they both noticed all the other cell doors opening and the infected people also stepping out.

"What've you done?" The Doctor yelled, letting Elora stand before grabbing her hand.

"Gave the system a shot of adrenaline, just to wake 'em up." Rose grinned. "See ya!" She turned and ran off with Chip following her.

"Don't touch them!" The Doctor shouted at her before turning back to the nurses. "Whatever you do, don't touch!" He called to them before Elora pulled him by the hand after Rose.

Rose screamed as she, the Doctor, Elora and Chip ran for their lives along the row as the infected people started to leave their cells. The four of them paused for a moment and looked back, watching all the zombies break out of their cells.

"Oh, my God..." Rose said.

"What the hell have you done?" Elora gasped.

"It wasn't me!"

"One touch and you get every disease in the world, and I want that body safe, Cassandra!" The Doctor demanded. "We've gotta go down!"

"But there's thousands of them!" Rose gasped as the zombies began to advance towards them.

"Run! Down! Down! Go down!" The four of them ran down the stairs from the zombies. "Keep going! Go down!" They kept running before they burst through a door into a cellar. Rose ran over to the lift, frantically trying to open it. "No, the lifts have closed down. That's the quarantine, nothing's moving."

"This way!" She turned and ran the other way with The Doctor and Elora on her heel, just dodging more of the zombies. The Doctor looked back at Chip let out a whimper.

"Someone will touch him!" He said as went to go after Chip.

Rose grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Leave him! He's just a clone thing, he's only got a half life... come on!"

"Mistress!" Chip called after her as Rose ran off with Elora chasing after her.

"I'm sorry, I can't let her escape!" The Doctor called back before running after Rose and Elora.

...

Elora slammed the door of the room Cassandra had been hiding in as Rose ran to the door at the other side of the room, pulled it open to find more zombies before slamming it again.

"We're trapped!" She gasped, turning back to look at Elora and The Doctor. "What're we going to do?"

"Well, for starters, you're going to leave that body." The Doctor said angrily, gesturing at the psychograft with his sonic screwdriver. "That psychograft is banned on every civilized planet! You're compressing Rose to death."

"But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead."

"Not our problem." Elora scoffed. "You can float as atoms in the air. Now, get out." She threatened as The Doctor raised his sonic at her. "Give her back to us."

"You asked for it." Rose shrugged before a cloud of light leapt from her body and into The Doctor's

"Blimey, my head..." Rose muttered before looking over at Elora. "Where'd she go...?" Elora stepped away from The Doctor, towards Rose as The Doctor looked up.

"Oh, my. This is... different." The Doctor said rather camply.

"Cassandra?"

"Goodness me, I'm a man. Yum. So many parts! And hardly used..." The Doctor began to wiggle around. "Ah.. ah ! Two hearts! Oh, baby, I'm beating out a samba!"

"Get out of him."

"Ooh, he's slim." He said, running a hand down his body. "And a little bit foxy." He raised an eyebrow at Rose. "You've thought so too. I've been inside your head..." Rose stared back sheepishly as Elora looked at the ground awkwardly. "You've been looking... you like it." Suddenly, the zombie people burst through the door, making all three of them jump. "What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor... What the hell would he do?!" He cried frantically as Rose span round and noticed a ladder.

"Ladder... we've gotta get up." The Doctor pushed past both Rose and Elora to get to ladder.

"Out of the way, girlies!" The three of them quickly climbed up the ladder.

"If you get out of the Doctor's body, he can think of something." Rose said as they kept climbing through the stairwell with zombies following.

"Yap yap yap... God, it was tedious inside your head. Hormone City."

"We're gonna die if..." Suddenly she screamed out as Matron Casp grabbed her ankle. "Get off!"

"All our good work! All that healing!" Matron shouted at her. "The good name of the Sisterhood... you have destroyed everything!"

"Go and play with a ball of string." The Doctor muttered.

"Everywhere... disease! This is the Human World. Sickness!" Suddenly, boils covered her face as a diseased hand grabbed her ankle. She screamed out as she slipped from the ladder and fell down the shaft.

"Move!" Elora ordered as they began to climb again.

"Now what do we do?" The Doctor asked.

"Use the sonic screwdriver." Rose said. The Doctor took it out of his pocket, dangling it and wriggling his nose.

"You mean this thing?"

"Yes, I mean that thing."

"Well, I don't know how... that Doctor's hidden away all his thoughts."

"Cassandra, go back into me... the Doctor can open it. Do it!"

"Hold on tight." He said distastefully before leaping back into Rose. "Oh... oh, chavtastic again. Open it!"

"Not 'til you get out of her." The Doctor said threateningly, pointing his sonic at Rose as Elora rolled her eyes at the whole ordeal.

"We need the Doctor."

"I order you to leave her!" He shouted before she leapt back into The Doctor. "No matter how difficult the situation, there is no need to shout."

"Cassandra, get out of him!"

"But I can't go into you, he simply refuses... he's so rude."

"I don't care. Just do something." The Doctor looked down at Elora between him and Rose. "You leave Elora out of this!" The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I am so gonna regret this..." He said in disgust before leaping into one of the zombie women below them. The Doctor quickly soniced the lift, jumped in and pulled Rose and Elora up. "No you don't..." And as The Doctor sealed the doors, Cassandra jumped into Rose.

"That was your last warning, Cassandra!" The Doctor shouted, looking down at Rose staring into space on the floor.

"Inside her head..." She said quietly. "They're so alone... they keep reaching out, just to hold us... all their lives and they've never been touched." The Doctor held out a hand to Rose and pulled her up before the three of them walked off.

...

The three of them walked onto ward 26 to have Frau Clovis running towards them with a chair.

"We're safe!" The Doctor cried. "We're safe! We're safe. We're clean! We're clean! Look, look..." They all held out their hands in fear.

"Show me your skin." She demanded.

They began to flip over their hands and arms, showing her. "Look! Clean. Look... if we'd been touched, we'd be dead." Frau nodded and put the chair down.

"So, how's it going up here? What's the status?" Elora asked

"There's nothing but silence from the other wards. I think we're the only ones left. And I've been trying to override the quarantine." She began to fiddle with the small device in her hand, showing it to Elora as she walked over to her. The Doctor gave a small smile at Elora, always asserting the situation. "If I can trip a signal over to New New York, they can send a private executive squad."

"You can't do that. If they forced entry, they'd break quarantine."

"I am not dying in here." Frau said angrily.

"We can't let a single particle of disease get out... there is ten million people in that City, they'd all be at risk! Now, turn that off!" Elora said calmly.

"Not if it gets me out."

"All right, fine." Elora nodded, turning back to The Doctor. "So we have to stop you lot as well. Suits me. Rose. Novice Hame. Everyone! Excuse me your grace..." She nodded over at the Duke. "Get me intravenous solutions for every single disease. Move it!" Everyone began to run around apart from The Doctor, who raised an eyebrow at her. "I've got a plan." She said with a blush as The Doctor smirked at her. She grabbed a yellow rope and tied it around the Doctor and explained her plan whilst attaching the solutions onto it as they were handed to her.

"But that's genius." The Doctor said quietly in awe, staring at her.

Elora blushed, "I try my best."

"How's that? Will that do?" The Doctor asked, looking at all the solutions.

"I don't know! Will it do for what?" Rose asked as The Doctor opened the lift with the sonic. "The lifts aren't working."

"Not moving. Different thing." Elora said, peering down the shaft before moving backwards and taking a running jump, grabbing onto the rope. The Doctor nodded at her before doing the same thing, attaching the wrench onto the rope.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"We're going down!" The Doctor said cheerfully. "Come on!"

"Not in a million years."

"We need another pair of hands. What do you think ? If you're so desperate to stay alive... Why don't you live a little?" Rose looked back across the ward as more zombies emerged and with a squeal she jumped onto the both of them.

"You're completely mad. I can see why she likes you."

"Going down!" They began to whizz down the shaft, screaming before reaching the bottom. Elora jumped off first, grabbing one of the solutions off of The Doctor.

"Well, that's one way to lose weight." Rose said.

"Now, listen... when I say so, take hold of that lever." Elora said, pointing at the lever.

"There's still a quarantine down there, we can't..."

"Hold that lever!" She blinked before grabbing onto the lever. "I'm cooking up a cocktail. I know a bit about medicine myself." The Doctor began to hand Elora solutions as she ripped open the packets with her teeth before pouring them into the container that would usually hold the disinfectant. "Now, that lever's going to resist. But keep it in position." She said as The Doctor opened up a trap door beneath them. "Hold onto it with everything you've got."

"What about you?"

"We've got an appointment. The Doctors are in." The Doctor said before dropping down into the lift with Elora following. "Ready?" He asked. Elora nodded and he opened the lift door with the sonic. Inside the waiting room of the hospital sat masses of zombies, huddled in groups. Eventually, they spotted them and started to make their way towards them. "I'm in here, come on!"

"Don't tell them!" Rose gasped.

"Pull that lever!" Elora shouted up.

"Come and get us, come on! We're in here, come on!" The Doctor called out.

"Commence stage one... disinfection." The lift voice called through.

"Come on, come on." Elora called as the disinfectant came through the lift, soaking them and the people stumbling into the shower.

"All they wanna do is pass it on. Pass it on!" The Doctor called enthusiastically as the people began to pass on the medicine. He looked down and grinned at Elora. "Doctor Johannson, you're a star."

...

"You were supposed to be dying." Elora said, walking onto the ward with The Doctor and Rose following.

"There are better things to do today. Dying can wait." The Face of Boe said telepathically.

"Oh, I hate telepathy. Just what I need, a head full of big face." Rose said.

"Shh!" The Doctor hissed.

"I have grown tired with the universe, Doctors, but you have taught me to look at it anew." The Face of Boe said as Elora and The Doctor leaned down in front of the tank.

"There are legends you know, saying that you're millions of years old."

"There are? That would be impossible."

"Wouldn't it just? I got the impression... there was something you wanted to tell us..." Elora said with a smile.

"A great secret."

"So the legend says"

"It can wait."

"Oh, does it have to?" The Doctor frowned.

"We shall meet again, Doctors, for the last time... and the truth shall be told. Until that day..." And then he teleported away.

"That is enigmatic." The Doctor nodded. "That... that is... that is textbook enigmatic." He smiled at Elora before they stood up and turned back to Rose, who was examining her nails, completely ignoring everything. "And now for you."

"But... everything's happy. Everything's fine... can't you just leave me?" She asked.

"You've lived long enough. Leave that body and end it, Cassandra."

"I don't want to die!" She sobbed.

"No one does."

"Help me!"

"I can't."

Suddenly, Rose gasped as Chip ran in.

"Mistress!" He gasped.

"Ah! You're alive!"

"I kept myself safe. For you, mistress."

"A body... and not just that, a volunteer..."

"Don't you dare. He's got a life of his own." Elora warned her.

"But I worship the mistress!" Chip insisted. "I welcome her."

"You can't, Cassandra, you..." But she ignored her and leapt into Chip's body. Rose fell forward with a gasp and Elora and The Doctor both caught her before she dropped to the floor.

"You all right?" Elora asked as they both gently let her sit on the floor before turning back to Chip.

"Oh, sweet Lord. I'm a walking doodle." Chip said, observing his skin.

"You can't stay in there." The Doctor said firmly. "I'm sorry, Cassandra, but that's not fair. I can take you to the City. They can build you a skin tank and you can stand trial for what you've done."

"Well, that would be rather dramatic. Possibly my finest hour. And certainly my finest hat." He grinned, touching his hat lightly. "But I'm afraid we don't have time. Poor little Chip is only a half-life. And he's been through so much. His heart is racing so. He's failing. I don't think he's going to last..." Suddenly, his legs gave way and The Doctor and Elora lunged forward, supporting him.

"You all right?" Elora asked.

"I'm fine." He nodded. "I'm dying. But that's fine."

"We can take you to the City." The Doctor said.

"No, you won't. Everything's new on this planet. There's no place for Chip and me anymore. You're right, Doctor. It's time to die. And that's good."

...

The Doctor and Elora stepped into the TARDIS after taking one last look at Cassandra dying. The Doctor bounded up to the console as Elora shut the door. He pulled the scanner round and looked up at Elora.

"Rose is asleep." He said. She nodded back at him before walking up to the console and taking her graduation hat and plopping it back onto The Doctor's head with a grin. "I was thinking," The Doctor began. "Why don't we go ice skating? The last frost fairs on the Thames in 1814."

"Ok," Elora nodded, making her way up the steps to the corridors. "I'll go and wake Rose-"

"No, uh." The Doctor interrupted. Elora turned back round and frowned at him. "Just us."

"Just us?"

He looked up at her, blushing slightly. "Like a date, or, I don't mind, it's up to you-"

Elora pursed her lips together, smiling. "Ok." She nodded.

...

Elora giggled, slipping slightly as she got onto the ice with The Doctor following. He squeezed her hand as he pulled her round the rink with ease.

On the other side, outside the rink stood the 11th Doctor and River Song, watching them with glee.

"Happy Birthday Mels." The 11th Doctor said, putting his arm around her.

"You both look so different." River said.

The Doctor nodded, "Yep. Ooh, ooh, wait for it, first kiss-" They looked over as the 10th Doctor went flying.

The 10th Doctor slipped, pulling Elora with him. Elora let out a yelp as she fell on top of him, laughing. "You said you could skate!" She laughed.

"I can." The Doctor said, rubbing his head before noticing Elora was laying on top of him.

"Sorry, let me get off of you-" She went to get up, only for The Doctor to put his hand round the back of her head and kiss her. When he pulled back, she looked at him breathlessly. "I should get up."

The Doctor looked down, embarrassed. "Yes, sorry, of course, my apologies, I shouldn't have-"

"No." Elora interrupted. "It's not that, it's just, I'm lying on you, we've fallen over in a ice rink in 1814, it's just not appropriate." She grinned, getting up and pulling him with her.

"So," The Doctor said, putting his hands on her waist. "You didn't mind that?"

"No." She smirked. "You can even do it again if you like." The Doctor smiled at her and leaned in, kissing her.