Hello! So, I don't really have anything to say, other than here's the chapter. So: Here's the chapter!

TimeLadyHope: Awwwwwwwe! Thanks bunches!

Missfantasyfreak: Thanks! I dunno, I was sending them to Hyde Park, and Hyde Park without Infernal devices was never gonna happen. And for the Third Doctor, I watched a four-parter from the Classic Era, and that was about it, so I tried my best.

jenn008: I just did!

Chocolate-chip-cookieee: I KNOW! I just couldn't do Hyde Park without Jem, Will and Ducks! It's part Of Hyde Park's history for octopus' sake!

HeartZammieForever: I know! Thanks a ton! For the Classics and the Third Doctor, I`ve only seen The Three Doctors, and that didn`t give me a ton, but I worked with what I was able to work with. And I had this whole plan with Jo and the Brig, but by the time they got to U.N.I.T., I was ready to throw my laptop at the wall. So I ended it kinda sloppily, sorry `bout that. Thanks bunches though! XD

I DON`T OWN DW

It was around three days later that the Timey-Wimey detector actually detected something. There it was, sitting on the counter when all of a sudden it let out a quiet 'ding'. The Doctor, who had been sitting on the couch with Marion and Martha-watching a James Bond movie of all things-scrambled up, almost falling off the couch in his hurry, and rushed over to the counter, grabbing his coat on the way. Approximately twenty seconds after that first 'ding', he was standing at the door, coat on and detector in hand.

"Well?" He looked at the two girls sitting on the couch. "Coming?"

Martha immediately stood up, rushing to get to the door, while Marion slowly got up, taking her time and stretching a little before heading to the door where the Doctor and Martha were waiting.

"Well?" The Doctor held out and arm to each of them. "Shall we?" Marion grabbed one hand, with Martha grabbing the other, and the three set off into the London streets.

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The detector tracked the temporal 'stuff' to a dingy back alley-one of many-where the man that the Doctor assumed to be Billy Shipton lay against the wall.

He ran up to him. "Welcome!"

Billy looked around dazedly. "Where am I?" His voice came out slightly raspy, and there was a small twinge of fear in his voice.

"1969," the Doctor declared. "Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

"Oh, the moon landing's brilliant," Martha cut in; walking up to him and staring at Billy as well. "We went four times, back when we had transport." At that, she stared at him meaningfully.

"Working on it." He shrugged sheepishly.

Billy stared at the pair as if they were insane-which, granted, they probably were. "How did I get here?"

"The same way we did. The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year." Billy tried to get up, and he leaned over keeping him in his original sitting position. "No, no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour."

"I don't-I can't-" Billy stuttered out.

"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy." After that long explanation, he took a moment to breath, and that was when Billy cut in.

"What in God's name are you talking about?" He had finally managed to compose a full sentence, and seemed quite confused, not to mention ticked.

"Trust me." Marion chose that moment to jump in. "Just nod when he stops for breath."

"Tracked you down with this." He held out his detector. "This is my Timey-Wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff." The detector let out another soft 'ding' at that moment, proving him correct. "Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."

"I don't understand," Billy choked out. "Where am I?"

"1969, like he says." Marion said matter-of-factly, and he looked at her momentarily.

"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home, but somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow." He reached down to help him up, and looked him in the eye-immensely pitying the poor man. "And I'm sorry, Billy. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while."

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The next day-they had done all the Easter egg recording that night-they bade farewell to Billy Shipton and made their way to Wester Drumlins, which was thankfully angel-free for the next couple decades. They went to the room in the basement, and waited. About three hours later, they heard the familiar 'VWORP' of the TARDIS, and saw the blue box materializing.

Marion let out a whoop and wrapped her arms around the Doctor before turning and including Martha in the group hug, before the three reentered their home and set off into the stars once again.

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Later that night-or what Marion was choosing to call night, seeing as how time was relative when you were in the TARDIS-Marion had retired to her room and was staring at her fob watch while sitting on her bed.

"Torchwood..."

She didn't know where it was from, but it had been in her pocket when she had been found in that farmer's field back in Farringham. God, how long ago had that been? Three and a half months? Time had just gone by so quickly, leaving her dazed at its speed.

"Rose..."

She just wished she could remember something. Like where she was from, or who her parents were.

"Trapped Rose..."

And the Doctor was probably the only one that could help. That fantastic man that he was. And she was falling in love with him. But she couldn't do that! He wasn't John Smith, and even if that didn't matter, he probably wasn't interested in her. Time Lords probably didn't do relationships.

"Time Lady..."

Suddenly, it occurred to her that she knew next to nothing about the Doctor. Sure, she knew that he was a time-travelling alien known as a Time Lord, and that his time machine was called a TARDIS, and that he was called the Doctor, but that was about it.

"Asked you twice..."

Why had she come with him then? She probably could have had a perfectly normal life in nineteen-thirteen Farringham. A normal life.

"Fantastic life..."

But normal was boring. And she probably couldn't have had much of a life, not remembering anything. Coming with the Doctor had sort of... shifted things. She got snippets sometimes, though none of them made sense. And she was pretty sure her memories were leaking into her dreams, if only she could remember them.

"Quite right too..."

Sighing, she rolled over and put down the fob watch. Maybe these thoughts should wait until she actually got some sleep. As the lights dimmed, she realized that she should really talk to the Doctor about ventilation in the TARDIS. Whatever system there was now sounded like a bunch of whispers.

R&R!

OOTS QUOTE:

Low-level NPC Warrior(Tarquin's Guard): "Awwwww, the jowwy widdle hawfwing wuvs his widdle cat!How cute!"

Belkar (The Chaotic Halfling): "..."

Tarquin's advisor: "I don't mean to alarm you General, but I think that halfling is force-feeding another man's intestines to one of our guards."

Tarquin: "Oooooo, bonus action!"

Elan: "I can't tell if the cat is a good influence on Belkar, or Belkar is a bad influence on the cat."

Haley: "Both, I think, but it probably averages somewhere south of Neutral."