Chapter Nine: Being Nice to Your OCs is Overrated.

I'm so mean to poor Kati-Rose :D
On the other hand, four more reviews?!
Guys, you're so sweet.
Here you go, an even earlier chapter because I just couldn't stand keeping you in suspense.

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Ha ha, ha ha, you think I own it? Ha ha ha ha... oh, gosh... *wipes tear from eye* Wait, were you being serious?

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When Kati-Rose appeared in her next timeslot, she swayed, gave a small sob, and fell. She never reached the floor, however, as there was a small scuffling noise and then a pair of cool arms clad in tweed were wrapped around her. Her eyes were clamped shut and she vaguely heard a baritone voice telling someone to 'get her some water or something, and hurry, she's in a bad state', but Kati-Rose was so disorientated that she didn't even notice they were talking about her, and felt sorry for whoever it was that caused the two to worry so. The last thing she was aware of before slipping into protective unconsciousness was cool lips on her forehead, moving to form three words.

"I'm so sorry..."

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When Kati awoke, she was cocooned in puffy blankets, and her head was filled with a dull throbbing that, she was sure, would intensify if she opened her eyes. Needless to say, she kept them closed.

"Ugh..." Kati-Rose moaned. "What did I drink?" she asked rhetorically, as she often did when she woke up with a headache (she'd never been hungover in her life, she was proud to say, but she was prone to exaggeration).

She heard a small giggle, and wanted to find out who it was, but she wasn't quite ready to open her eyes and leave the warm, half-awake version of the world. However, this was inevitable, and her time there was lessened when a certain someone jumped on her bed, and her eyes jumped open.

"Kati-Rose!" said a Scottish voice. "You're awake!" Quite obviously, as you just heard me talk, Kati-Rose thought in irritation. Or had she been talking in her sleep before? It didn't matter anyway, she was awake.

Aforementioned Kati-Rose was pulled up into a tight hug, her head surrounded in red-auburn hair that smelt of fruit. Apples?

"Don't you ever do that again." Amy whispered into her ear, and she was pretty sure that a tear dripped onto her shoulder before Amy released her and she fell back onto the bed with a whumph, jarring her already-sore head.

Amy turned around, picked up a tray filled with food and dumped it unceremoniously onto her lap. The plastic seemed to dig into her skin, sending her nerve-endings alight. Why did she hurt so much? she cried out internally.

"Here's your... something. I'm not sure what time it is, so I can't say breakfast. Yes, there is nutella. No, there is no egg, and yes, the Doctor was the one who ate half of one of the jammy dodgers. I ate the other piece of toast." She told Kati-Rose with a smile, and walked out of the room.

"Enjoy your something!"

Kati-Rose manoeuvred her legs into something resembling a cross-legged position, despite the pressure to her hips, and began eating her 'something' absent-mindedly (she assumed that there was a sort of medication in it, as with every bite her headache seemed to lessen and her aching muscles loosened. Though it could just be the fact that it was food - it had amazing healing properties) while looking around the room. Like the kitchen she'd encountered in 9's TARDIS, the roof was a midnight blue with constellations but it was dome-shaped and the stars seemed to blink and glow on and off in a rippling motion. The room was rather dim, which she was incredibly thankful for.

The midnight blue faded to a brandeis blue (she knew what colour that was: she'd googled it after reading it in a fanfic (A.N: Incredibly happy feelings for whoever can name the fanfic! Because that means you didn't just click 'back' as soon as you read the first sentence- mine can't compare)) as the roof/wall curved downward, and the carpet bore a striking resemblance to grass. The bed was situated in the centre of the room and the sheets shimmered like water.

"Home," she said, "this is amazing." And the TARDIS hummed in gratitude, soothing her frayed nerves and calming her distressed mind.

Looking down at the now-empty tray, Kati-Rose became aware of her state of undress- she'd been changed into a singlet and cotton pyjama bottoms. Her cheeks darkened a shade.

"TARDIS, is there a wardrobe?"She asked, then, remembering her previous escapade, she added, "and where is my Plute?"

The TARDIS hummed again, and in the wall, a panel slid open, displaying a darkened corridor.

Kati-Rose slipped off the bed and padded over to the wardrobe. The lights switched on as she walked through the doorways and when they lit upon the clothes, her jaw dropped.

Inside the wardrobe (if it could be even called that – it was more like a mall) there was everything. From outfits that she would never wear in her bedroom, let alone in public, to decadent dresses that would require a cricket bat to go anywhere in. There were flats and heels and boots of all kind (there was even a hot pink pair – those would be burned) and, quite mysteriously, there was a box on a table some 10 or so metres away. Kati-Rose walked at a relatively slow pace towards it, her head turning to look at different clothes that caught her attention.

When she reached the box, she gasped. Inside was the outfit she'd wanted to wear since she was a little kid (by little, she meant around 12 years old – she'd reached a measly 138 centimetres). It was rather simple – a pair of navy, slightly flared jeans, a TARDIS-blue T-shirt with a black butterfly on it and a black side-zip leather jacket. She took the clothes out of the box, and hugged them to her chest. There was a hard object tucked up in the jacket, and she looked inside to reveal other-dimensional pockets and her plute. Seated next to the outfit was a trilby with a TARDIS-blue ribbon, and she picked up the hat with a grin.

"Thank you so much, TARDIS." Yet another question asserted itself in the front of her mind. "Bathroom?"

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Kati-Rose examined her new reflection – it was a lot to take in. It also wasn't hers. How could the Doctor have done this so many times and still manage to look amazing in his outfits? She wondered. Her previously pale skin was tanned olive on her face, and mid-bronze everywhere else. She had a small amount of freckles on her cheeks, but her chicken pox scars hadn't gone – they'd carried over to her new form. It was too much to hope that she'd achieved a pert nose- it was still as broad as her other one. Which, admittedly, wasn't that large.

Her hair was a lot like River's, and by like she meant exactly-the-same-but-dark-golden-brown. Kati-Rose had no qualms with getting it cut off if it became to bothersome. She brushed it hastily, though thoroughly, and put it in two plaits at the back of her head - they were symmetrical, of course. But her eyes... well, they were a dark grey-blue before she'd showered, but now they were more a hazel-blue. This posed a large issue when it came to colour-coordination, something Kati-Rose valued very much.

Kati-Rose was happy to say that her fashion sense was better than most of her friend's, and far better than the Doctor's. But she needed another opinion.

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The Doctor spun around on his swing (a right and proper time-tot, Eleven was) and beamed at Kati-Rose.

Kati-Rose was, in turn, standing at the foot of the stairs in her new outfit, worrying the inside of her lip. She'd found black boots hiding amongst the other shoes, the TARDIS' idea of a prank. She was an other-dimensional ship - she had to amuse herself somehow.

"Is it OK?" she asked the bow-tie wearing alien.

Goodness knows why she asked him before Amy – he had no fashion sense whatsoever. But she wasn't quite comfortable around Amy yet - which made no sense as she wasn't a thousand year old alien who knew practically everything except for fashion and how to interact with humans. Her brain made no sense.

His smile, if possible, widened. "You look lovely," he assured her, and Kati-Rose gained a smile of her own.

"Thanks. So, I have a question..." she trailed off, took a deep breath, and asked. "What in the name of jelly-beans is the gold stuff?" (A.N: I love jelly-beans. But not the black ones. And cinnamon is just gross. Yes, TimeLadyHope, they are Jelly Bellies.)

She'd been wondering this for a while, and she needed to know. If some random guy was going to cut her up for it, she wanted to know exactly what it was – arton particles, time vortex dust, void stuff. It was on her top 20 list of things to learn, just under why on TARDIS she was here.

The Doctor's smile faded slightly. "It's nothing to worry about! It's all fine. It's nothing, really. As you said, just... stuff," he finished lamely.

(A.N: Sorry to interrupt, but you should be reading this in Matt's voice. If you can't due to OOC-ness, tell me. I'll try to fix it. If it's something else, I suggest a healthy diet of Doctor Who episodes from series 5-7 and no apples. An apple a day keeps the Doctor away, and that is a very very bad thing.)

Kati-Rose raised an eyebrow. He would only leave out information if it worried him or would send her into a panic and the latter seemed less likely than the former.

"That 'stuff' got me chained to a wall and experimented on," she pointed out, feeling a bit of self-hate as she did.

That feeling intensified when the Doctor flinched. Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry... her mind cried.

He got up out of the swing and walked over to her, then placed his hands on her shoulders, making her feel very small. He looked her in the eyes, and her eyes flicked between his, looking at each in turn.

"Kati-Rose I am so, so sorry, but I can't tell you. I'm not allowed. You know about the time-lines. Yeah? You know about fixed points and, well, almost everything else, and I'm so sorry but I can't tell you. Not yet." His ever-changeable eyes were intense as he told her this, and she nodded, her now green-blue eyes wide and trusting.

The Doctor smiled, and kissed on the forehead, and the moment was over (what is it with these moments?! There are no 'moments').

"So, where to now?" Kati-Rose asked in a fake bubbly voice.

"We're going to a museum," the Doctor told her with an equally fake smile.

Ah, so this is where she was – the Time of Angels. Baise, Kati-Rose swore internally. She couldn't catch a break.

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You know, some people are really nice to their OC's. I , however, am determined to torture poor Kati-Rose as much as I can without becoming Stephanie Meyer (there is such thing as too much whump). One thing's for sure- Kati-Rose will probably not most likely not hopefully never become a Mary-Sue. Please, please warn me if you think that she is turning into the dreaded Mary with a side of Sue.

What can this be? A cliffie? C'est ne pas possible! Yeah, I'm getting the hang of this 'cliffie' lark. I feel evil :D Muah ha ha *cough cough*

I'd say review for another chapter but I'm reaching the end of my written stuff! No! But don't let that stop you from reviewing. I am determined to keep going on with this, dammit, and I'll do it even if it puts me in the insane asylum! Review to keep me online and writing!

Ta-ta (for now),
LoS
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