Heyo! Here's the tenth chapter. I've been working so hard and it's really difficult to juggle this and my school work. So sorry that it's only once a week. :(

The moment of silence was everlasting. It was almost as time stood still as they stared at each other. Angela remembered times like this when they were in the TARDIS, together, and when she was Rose not a Time Lady.

But one of them would say something that would imply something that they never spoke of to each other. Or cross the line that they both drew for themselves in hope that the other would step over it, so they didn't have to.

Deep down inside she felt as if she wanted to take back her words and actions and find the Doctor in the first place, and stay with him. So that they could actually be together forever.

But she didn't have to guts. She couldn't bring herself to tell him her secret. She was too ashamed about what she had done to him, it wasn't right, but in a deeper meaning he sorta did deserve it.

She kept her head down so that her hood casts a shadow over her face. The windows were showing the moonlight through the glass and the moon was half full.

"Who are you?" He took a couple steps forward.

"I'm not the person who you're looking for, I can tell you that much." She said in her native voice of a Londoner.

"Okay then, what are you?" He crossed his arms and leaned on the custodian's office where Angela's TARDIS was safely, and secretly stored.

She shrugged. "I'm not somebody who you've ever met before; if that's what you were wondering." She wasn't' lying. She really hasn't.

Not in this regeneration, and not as herself.

"Then are you the-"

"The person who trashed one of the teachers rooms? No. But that's why I'm here. You know... investigating."

"Have you-"

"No, I haven't." She knew that he was going to ask about some rose petals or something like that. But honestly she had a bag of them in her locker, and as soon as she figures out this unseen force she's going to leave a rose petal on his desk and leave... again.

"No, but let me finish. Have you seen any... any..." The Doctor trailed off into his thoughts. "Any... flowers?"

"Flowers?" She pretended to be surprised. "What? Like daisies, or something?" He blinked at her. "You know there's a bouquet shop down the road-"

"No, I don't want any flowers!" He gestured to her with his hands, trying to explain, but coming short on words. "I just..." He sighed and covered his hand with his eyes and sorely rubbed them. "Who am I kidding?" He sighed and leaned up against a wall. "I'll never find her."

Angela stepped forward. The Doctor never gave up, never fully. He always persevered, in any situation. "Find who?"

"Someone who, now, I think doesn't want to be found." He fiddled with his hands.

"Maybe you're just not looking hard enough."

"No, I've been looking for decades, and I still haven't found her."

"Her?" She tried to get a good look at his face. Because, sometimes, at moments like this, he fakes and conversation just to get close enough to the person so that he can identify them. But not in this case.

"Yes. She could've regenerated by now, maybe even over a million times. She could be at the opposite end of the universe right now and I would never know."

"Or she could be standing right in front of you" Angela thought to herself.

"She just keeps running. She won't even give me a chance to explain myself. That I lo-" he bent his head down and breathed in deeply. "I haven't even said it yet, and she will never know."

Angela felt a pang if guilt run through her body. She had always felt as if they both knew that they loved each other, but the thing is, is that they never crossed that line to express that feeling. She was too scared back then, besides he was the almighty powerful Time Lord and she was just a tiny human. But even know she feels scared.

She doesn't know where she stands on feelings for the Doctor. She loved him once, and then twice, but now she had mixed feelings and was extremely confused.

"I think, that deep down..." Angela stood close to him, and reached out a hand to rest in his shoulder. "...she will forever and always know." She took a step back. "Your friends will be awake in about five minutes, and this-" She held up her gun. "-will put you out for five minutes."

"I will never know who you are?" He stepped away from the wall.

"You haven't even said it yet, and I will always know." She re-framed his own statement.

She stood silent as she watched his eyes grow wide. Then she fired her gun straight at his forehead and watched him collapse.

She pulled on his arm and dragged him down the hallway towards 'Arthur and Melody' and laid him next to them. She watched his silence, calm face in the moonlight and sighed to herself.

She knelt down and brushed a strand of his hair from his eyes. When she was back on his TARDIS she often snuck in to his bedroom when he was sleeping and just watched him. Because whenever he was awake he was often hyper and anxious, but when he was asleep all of the emotion slid away.

After she dragged his body back to the humans she finally got back to her TARDIS. She hung up her cape and walked up her two steps to get to the console.

It was already 3:30 and she sighed in frustration. "I can never have a break, can I?" Her TARDIS sent her a comforting hum and lowered the lights. "Fine! I'll go to bed since you don't want me drooling on the console like last time."

Because last time she fell asleep with one elbow propped on the console and cradling her head, with her other hand still resting on her workbook for advanced physics. In other words some drool might have dripped onto the multifunctional lever and caused a blackout throughout the whole TARDIS. She denies it but the TARDIS still holds a grudge for it.

While Angela staggered off to bed, some very confused people were waking up in an empty hallway.

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DOCTORS POV: third person.
"Ugh, what happened?" Amy sat up and rubbed her head. No one answered. She looked next to her, only to see her husband sleeping.

"Oi!" She kicked his shoe which earned her a groan.

On the other side of her was a very shocked Time Lord who sat straight up and looked from Amy, to Rory, and back to Amy. "Doctor, what happened?"

"Uh..." He stood up and brushed off his tweed, then looked down the hallway in both directions. "I think we got close."

"You've said that before. And the time before that and the time before that!" Amy now stood on her two shaky legs and kicked Rory in the foot again.

"Ow."

"Get up." Amy bent down and grabbed his arm to help him get in his feet. "Doctor." Amy said strictly. "What. Happened?"

"Like I said before, Pond, we got close." The Doctor pointed into her face.

"I know. And like I said before, you've said that before!" She pushed a finger back at his face.

Rory groaned. "What happened?"

"You two got shot unconscious and I ran after the culprit." The Doctor ran through his words quickly.

"And who was the culprit?" Amy put her hands on her hips as Rory clutched up head.

"I suspect that it was her." The Doctor turned from them and avoided eye contact to sonic the hall.

"You mean Rose? Then where is it? Where's the petal?" Amy looked the Doctor over.

"No, she didn't leave one this time."

"Then she's still 'round'." Rory opposed.

"Yes. She's been right under our noses this whole time." The Doctor paced between the walls of the hallway.

"Did she leave a-" Amy began to ask but the Doctor cut her off.

"No, she didn't. That must mean she's not done here."

"We have to find her. If she's still here then we can't give up, not when we're this close." Amy stopped the Doctor's pacing with her hand.

"But... oh, never mind." The Doctor quickly dismissed the thought.

"What?" Rory asked. The Doctor bit his nail and looked at the Ponds.

"Doctor, tell us what you were going to say." Amy looked at him in the eye.

He sighed and put his hands on his hips and eyed them both. "But what if, this time, just this time... that she wants to be found?"