A/N: I seem to have made a typo on the previous chapter. The date Susan arrived in the past was not 11th of November, but, 9th of November. I've corrected it now, but decided to announce it here just in case nobody is re-reading the last chapter.

Asdhf. I loved writing this chapter so much, that I in fact spent my literature and biology classes this week just writing this down (the teachers didn't even notice!).

I'm sending my love to everyone who reads & reviews! I really want to know your opinions about this one, because it's probably one of the most important chapters so far.

Warnings: This will be somewhat AU. Also, spoilers for Doctor Who seasons 1-6.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Torchwood belong to BBC. I only own the characters you don't recognize.

Chapter 2: I've got a plan. Kind of.

Susan followed Martha towards the maids' quarters. John Smith had excused himself earlier, saying that he needed to find the headmaster to inform him about Susan, and also ordered Martha to find Susan a decent kind of gown to wear for dinner. The two 21st century women had just silently obliged, neither of them wanting to say anything that would get John Smith cross.

Susan observed her surroundings as they walked. Everything was so strict and undecorated around the school, and only John's personal quarters had seemed to be, well, more personal. Susan shook her head at the stupid line of thought and entered their room through a wooden door. Everything was also wooden around here.

She glanced around the room, which was also hardly decorated at all, and looked very plain. Susan would have made a disapproving sound, if the sight of Martha silently glaring at her hadn't made her stop.

Right, she thought. Martha was still probably trying to figure out who the hell was she, and if she was one of the Family since she seemed to trying to be friendly with the Doctor. Susan let out a deep sigh and turned back towards the door. She grasped the handle and turned her head to look at Martha.

"Can you get this locked?"

Martha narrowed her eyes. "Why would we need to?" she asked.

Susan rolled her eyes and crossed her arms defensively. "Because I'm about to start a conversation with you that nobody on this century should walk in."

Martha's eyes widened at that but she still refused to budge from her place. "I don't know what you mean."

Susan sighed and then smiled slightly. "Don't you see anything wrong with this outfit?" she asked, waving down at her clothes. The coat was a good cover up, she knew, but there was still something kind of obvious about her outfit.

Martha eyed her clothes for a minute. "Well," she muttered, "Not really."

Susan shook her head. "You see but you don't observe," she said, and then pointedly looked down at her own shoes. Martha's gaze followed to find a pair of red converse shoes on her feet.

"Oh," Martha said.

Susan grinned. "Yes, 'oh'," she giggled. "I'd bet they're not yet making these kind of shoes," she said. "Not for the public anyway, and they're certainly not selling them in Finland."

Martha's lips quirked to a small smile. "You mean Russian?"

Susan glared at her slightly. "Har har," she said. "Very funny."

Martha's expression turned serious again, and she opened her mouth to say something, again looking quite defensive.

"And no, I'm not who you probably think I am," Susan said, cutting her off. "The family is not currently aware of your location."

Martha looked surprised for a moment, before masking it quickly. "How do you know about the family if you're not one of them?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

Susan pursed her lips in thought. "It's really complicated, but I kind of know the things that are going to happen over the few couple of days."

Martha's expression changed from blank to amazed. "How?" she asked. "Have you met the Doctor in the future or something?"

"Or something." Susan shrugged.

Martha stared at her for a while before slumping down on an old chair that made a squeaking noise. "He didn't warn me about anything like this happening," she said, sighing deeply.

Susan frowned at the sight. Poor Martha, she must be so exhausted. No one from the 21st century would like to live back in the days when women's rights were practically unknown. And they had to wear a corset...

Martha glanced back at Susan after a minute of composing herself. "Do you have any proof of your so called 'knowledge'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Susan grinned at that and took the psychic paper out of her bag. "I'm the Queen of England," she said, showing the paper to Martha, whose eyes widened at the sight.

"Wha-"

Susan giggled at her expression and put the paper down. "Sorry, I had to," she said and grinned. "Actually, this paper is one of the best fake ID's ever. I'd say you're probably familiar with the paper type."

Martha looked thoughtful at that. "Paper type?" she asked, and then her eyes widened. "Oh! You've got psychic paper too!"

Susan nodded. "Yep," she said and then took out her sonic screwdriver. 'The guide book did say that this one would work on wood,' she thought. "And I've also got this!"

Susan turned around and pointed the screwdriver at the door, pushing the button for an automatic lockdown. It made a familiar whirring sound and then the door clicked shut.

Martha's amazed expression met Susan's gaze as she turned back.

"That's..." Martha muttered. "That's quite amazing."

Susan grinned. "I know."

Martha stared at her for a while, and Susan took the time to remove her coat. Martha immediately noticed her otherwise modern clothes underneath, and frowned.

"We've got to get you some more fitting clothes," Martha said.

"I know, but I don't really have any money or anything, I was only using a credit card before I arrived here," Susan said.

Martha thought about if for a few minutes. "I know the TARDIS has huge closets with clothes of every time period and size..." she said and trailed off suggestively.

Susan's expression brightened immediately. "Ooh!" she said. "Can we go to see the TARDIS? I really, really, really want to see her!"

Martha glanced at her oddly. "Her?"

Susan grinned. "Well, it's obviously a girl," she said.

"Right," Martha muttered and shook her head. "Now would you please be so kind as to open the door so we can get out of here."

Martha and Susan tried to sneak out, but they bumped into John Smith, who had just been visiting the headmaster.

"Oh, hello again!" he said brightly.

Susan smiled thinly. "Hello," she said, hoping that the man would take her quiet appearance as shyness rather than annoyance.

"Did you find anything fitting?" John asked, his stride matching theirs as he joined the walk down the stairs.

Martha shook her head. "Unfortunately no," she said. "But I'm going to take miss Friberg into town and maybe we'll be a bit more lucky there."

John nodded. "Excellent idea," he praised in his professory manner. "Just remember to be careful and come back in time for dinner."

Now, don't get Susan wrong. She loved the Doctor. She even liked John Smith. But the way John Smith spoke to women was just so typically 20th century man that it irritated the life out of Susan. She gritted her teeth and tried to smile. "Of course," she said pleasantly. "We wouldn't want to miss dinner, now, would we Martha?"

Martha glanced at her curiously. "No, miss," she answered, not yet forgetting her role as the lower class.

They soon went their separate ways and Martha questioned Susan about her behavior.

"What was that all about?" Martha asked, raising her eyebrow at Susan, who just scowled.

"It's just the way he speaks to women," she said. "Don't get me wrong, perfectly kind man, John Smith is, but he seems to think that women are so far below him or something..."

Martha looked amused. "It's just the 20th century mentality," she said. "I understand what you mean, maybe better than anyone."

Susan glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

Martha raised her both eyebrows and pointed at her face. "Hello," she said.

Susan's mouth opened. "Oh, that," she said. "Well I guess you do know a little better," she said looking forwards, happily stealing Jenny's line, grinning. "Being a Londoner."

Martha laughed as expected. "Yes!" she giggled. "Good ol' London town!"

They walked happily for a while before Martha broke the silence.

"So," she asked. "How did you end up here? Do you have your own time machine or something?"

Susan glanced at her. "Well... It was actually an accident."

Martha frowned. "How can time traveling be an accident?" she asked and then grinned. "Apart from the Doctor's driving skills, I mean."

Susan giggled. "I think you could blame the TARDIS for that," she said. After a while her expression darkened.

"There is this alien race called the Weeping Angels," Susan started. "They look like statues when you look at them, and stone can't kill you, right?"

Martha nodded like it was obvious.

Susan smiled grimly. "But turn your back, look away, or blink, and suddenly they're not stone anymore."

Martha looked horrified. "That's amazingly creepy," she said.

"Yeah." Susan nodded. "And that's not all. The Angels are probably the only race in the universe that kills their victims nicely. Usually, with a brief touch, they send the victim in to the past before they're even born, and then consume the victims potential life energy of the life they could have led in their own time."

Martha looked baffled at this, before she realized one particular word Susan had used. "Usually?" she whispered.

Susan smiled brightly. "Well, I was just lucky, mine did exactly that. But they could also just snap your neck and kill you."

Martha stared at Susan. "I never want to meet those things," she said, shuddering.

'Just you wish.'

"We're here," Martha said and opened the door of the wooden shack. Susan stopped dead in her tracks to take a deep breath before stepping inside while Martha held the door open for her. The sight greeting them was breathtaking, and Susan felt her eyes watering.

It was really the TARDIS. She was actually seeing the TARDIS.

"She's beautiful," Susan choked out, touching the front doors gently.

Martha giggled at her. "You've never seen the TARDIS before then?" she asked.

Susan glanced at her briefly. "Oh, I've seen her," she said and turned back. "Just not this close."

The TARDIS made a humming sound and suddenly Susan had an idea.

"I think I've got a perfect way for me to prove that my intentions are good."

Martha looked at her questioningly. "Oh?"

Susan patted the door with her right hand and grinned. "This is locked, right?" she asked.

Martha nodded, but after noticing that Susan wasn't looking back at her, she said: "Yes, I've got strict instructions to lock the doors every time I visit."

Susan stroked the side of the TARDIS gently again. "Would you please let me in?" she whispered. "I promise I'll try to help Martha and the Doctor in the best way I can if you let me in," she continued. And she'd promise to try and stop the Master from harming her in the future, Susan silently added.

The TARDIS hummed once and then was quiet again.

"What are you trying?" Martha asked, amused.

"Sshhh!" Susan hissed and waited patiently.

Finally after a while, the door clicked open.

"YES!" Susan laughed and kissed the front doors. "I knew I could trust you, you sexy thing!"

Martha was amazed. "How did you do that?" she asked incredulously. "Are you a time lord or something? I've never seen even the Doctor do that."

Susan glanced back at her, her hand positioned on the doorknob, eyebrows raised.

"God, no," she said, and grinned. "The TARDIS is just highly telepathic. She also can sort of see into the future and the past, so she can be pretty sure of people's intentions."

"Amazing," Martha breathed out. "The Doctor never mentioned that."

Susan hid a smirk, "Well, he has always kind of underestimated her."

Then took a deep breath and opened the doors. The sight was fairly glum, since most of the power had been shut for the time the Doctor was human and the TARDIS was practically hibernating. Susan still liked it, thought. The 11th Doctor's TARDIS decorations might have been prettier, but this one had always been her first TARDIS console room and it had a special place in Susan's heart.

Susan grinned widely and danced her way towards the controls.

"Oh, you poor sexy thing," she said, tutting. "Must be so lonely here all by yourself."

The TARDIS hummed quietly in response.

Martha was still looking amazed and quite baffled. "It's like she's answering you!"

Susan glanced back at Martha, amused at how quickly she had started speaking about the TARDIS like she was a person. And to be honest, she pretty much was. After all, all of the TARDIS are grown, not built.

"She is," Susan said quietly. "We just really can't understand her responses. I think the time lords can, but I'm not exactly sure if the Doctor knows how..."

Martha was finally getting over her amazement and walked next to her. "How do you know these things?" she asked.

Susan looked up at her. "Can't really tell you yet," she said. "But I promise I'll explain everything to you and the Doctor when we get him back."

Martha sighed. "About that," she started. "It might take a while. We've still got a few weeks left before he can turn back safely."

Susan nodded, expecting the answer. "But..." she trailed off hesitantly. Oh, shit. She really wanted to tell Martha what was going to happen, so that they could stop all of those people form dying and the Nurse Redfern from falling in love with John Smith, who technically, didn't even exist.

Martha looked at her. "But?" she questioned. "Do you know something, because if you do, I really wish you'd tell me. I need all the help I can get."

Susan let out a deep sigh. "I wish the Doctor was here. He'd know what would be the best thing to do, no doubt about it," she said glumly.

Martha shook her head. "That's exactly the problem," she said. "If the Doctor was here we wouldn't be in this situation."

Susan thought about it for a while, and the words said by the Son of Mine came to her mind.

"Do you know why the Doctor chose to change into a human?"

Martha frowned. "Because they would have never stopped chasing us otherwise?"

Susan shook her head. "No," she said. "It's because he was being kind. He gave them a chance to die peacefully by running out of their own life energy."

Martha blinked. "Kind?"

Susan nodded grimly. This part of the episode had always kind of creeped her out. "Never underestimate the fury of a time lord, Martha," she said. "You see him as the kind person he is to all of his friends and allies... But when those friends and allies are in danger, he's like..."

Susan paused.

"Like?" Martha whispered, her eyes wide.

Susan shuddered. "Like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm at the heart of the sun. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe." And he's wonderful. Oh, he is. But he's really really scary when he's angry, Susan thought.

"I really don't enjoy making this kind of choices, Martha," Susan said after a brief silence, shaking her head. "But I think we need to wake up the Doctor a bit sooner than we thought."

John Smith walked back to his room after an afternoon class of history. He was still happy about the unexpected visit of his before unknown relative. He had always wanted siblings since he was a little boy, and because had been feeling quite lonely lately, he was pleasantly surprised to find out that he had a sister. A half-sister, but still a sister.

He only wished he could figure out the odd dreams he had been having lately.

"Susan, Miss Jones," John greeted, surprised upon entering his room. "You're back already."

"Yes," Susan said slowly. Martha stayed quiet.

John eyed Susan's outfit and frowned. "I notice you're still wearing those travel clothes. Didn't you find any fitting gowns from any of the shops in town?"

Susan had been standing next to the fireplace and fidgeting with an old fob watch on her hand that had earlier been positioned on the mantelpiece.

"Is something wrong?" John asked, suddenly feeling the tense atmosphere in the room.

Susan smiled thinly. It was an odd smile, John thought.

"Nothing really," she said, looking down at the old fob watch. "Is this yours?"

John blinked at the odd question. "Yes, but it's never worked."

Susan glanced back at him. "How do you know it's not working if you haven't opened it?"

John blinked again, this time in surprise. "How did you guess I've never opened it?" he asked, suddenly a bit more interested in the plain looking watch. He had never really thought about the watch at all. It had just... been there.

Susan smiled again, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Martha told me."

John glanced at Martha, starting to feel annoyed at all the questions and cryptic answers. "What is this about?"

Susan sighed, shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry, John, I'm really sorry. But this is for the best."

"What on earth are you talking about?" John asked.

Susan walked up to stand in front of him. She swallowed, closed her eyes and opened the watch.

The light was blinding, even though her eyes were closed, and she still saw the bright golden light behind her eyelids. The noise was amazing, something between very strong wind and a choir singing.

After the noise and light stopped, Susan waited for a while, not yet opening her eyes. She wanted to look, but was afraid to. This probably wasn't a way to get into the Doctor's good books.

"Who the hell are you?" a familiar voice, this time with a twinge of Doctorish disbelief, asked.

Susan slowly peered open her left eye, only to shut both of them tighter at the sight of the angry Doctor. She dropped the watch on the floor with a thud and covered her face with her hands.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "I'm just trying to help and I'm sorry I don't know if we'll all die now and I'm sorry," she started rambling at very fast pace.

"Martha, who is she?" an amused sounding Doctor asked.

"She's apparently from the future and she told me she knew what was going to happen. That's why we opened the watch."

The room was silent for a while.

"Open your eyes," the Doctor said.

Susan thought about it for a while. He didn't sound really angry, so she peeked at him through her fingers. His expression was slightly curious but not really frightening at all. But she squeaked anyway.

"Am I really that frightening?" the Doctor asked Martha, probably half joking, half serious.

Martha sounded confused. "I don't know," she said. "Susan was acting just fine before, while you were still John Smith."

Susan slowly peeked at them again. "Yes," she muttered to answer the Doctor's question, and he turned his gaze back to her. "Well. No, I don't know," she said, throwing her hands up in the air, before hastily bringing them back to her chest for psychological defense.

"It's just, well, you're the Doctor!"

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "I thought you already knew that," he said and glanced down at the now empty fob watch. "Since it was you who let me out of that in the first place."

Susan swallowed. "Yes, sorry, I'll explain that just in a minute," she muttered quickly. "But let me just freak out for a second like the fangirl I am, okay?" she asked with a straight face before squealing loudly.

The Doctor groaned. "Oh no, not a fan girl."

Martha blinked. "You have fan girls?"

The Doctor nodded grimly. "Yes, people who have seen me do things or people who have just heard me through the internet or so," he said and glanced at Susan's shoes. "Form the fantastic choice of footwear (Susan giggled) I'd say you're from the brand age of internet, the 21st century, right?"

Susan finally managed to calm down a little. "Yes," she said, a bit out of breath. "But that's not all. I'm also from a parallel universe."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "But you can't be!"

It took for a while for Susan to understand what he meant. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, sorry, I see how misleading that might have sounded to you," she said and scratched her head. "I'm not form THAT parallel universe. And even thought the ways might be shut right now, I was kind of brought into this one by an accident."

Martha shook her head. "You seem to be very accident prone."

The Doctor glanced at her. "What do you mean by that?" he asked and glanced at Susan. "And what do you mean by accident?"

Susan let out a breath. "Uh," she mumbled. "Martha was probably making a reference to the fact that the way I traveled to this year, 1913, was an accident too, albeit a very different one than the parallel world one."

The Doctor's eyes glinted with curiosity. "Explain."

Susan nodded. "To make it short, I came through the Cardiff rift and ended up in this world. Then I bumped into a certain being called a Weeping Angel."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "But those are just legends!" he said. "There isn't supposed to be any of them left!"

Susan shook her head. "Well, as you know," she said, looking pointedly at the Doctor, "The legends are often wrong."

The Doctor sighed. Why did he have a very bad feeling about this?