AN: Ciao, fellow Whovians! I've already made you wait long enough for this chapter, so I won't keep you any longer!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. It's a shame, really. I'd make it so much better if I did! (Kidding!)

Without further ado, Allons-y!

Lucy's POV

"Blimey," the Doctor said, whistling. "'Course, it's not at brilliant as the Gallifrey Library, but for you humans, it's still pretty good."

I scowled at him. "Coming from the guy who travels around in an out-of-date police box."

"I'll have you know, my Tardis is very up to date, thank you very much," he replied, smiling.

"We should really go inside…" I said, trailing off. "But… how?"

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and flashed me a massive grin. He strode up to the gates and pressed the button. A high-pitched whir rang through the air, there was a flash, and the padlock burst open.

"But… but, that's breaking… and entering…" I said.

The Doctor shook his head. "Sonicing and entering."

I rubbed my hands together. "Breaking and entering. I've always wanted to try that!" I grabbed the Doctor's hand. "Let's go!"

"Allons-y!" he cried, and we ran into the palace.

River Song hurried after us. "He's in the Centre Room. There's bound to be guards at every corner, so watch out."

The Doctor grinned. 'I'm always careful – whoa!" He skidded to a halt, almost tripping over his trainers in his haste.

He pressed himself against the wall, peering around the corner. From behind his coat, I could see several men in tall black hats and red jackets.

"Beefeaters," I whispered.

"Yeah. Lovely word, that. Beefeaters," replied the Doctor.

The guards strolled up and down the corridor. They were obviously posted there because the Master knew we'd try and get to him.

"This Master fellow, he's pretty smart, I must say," I said.

"Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush," the Doctor murmured. He leaned further around the corner, still gripping my hand.

I took a step forward to stop myself from toppling over, but my boot clicked loudly on the floor.

The Doctor jerked back, squeezing my arm so tightly I almost yelped. He clapped a hand over my mouth to stop my protest.

"Who's there?" called a voice.

I heard footsteps coming closer, and braced myself. A guard stopped right in front of us. He had brown hair and eyes, a long nose and a thin face.

His eyes widened in shock. "But… but… how did you…?" he started. "I don't understand…"

I heard more footsteps. The guard looked around, then sighed. "Look, I won't tell them you're here. Just… don't ask why, but go hide somewhere. The Master's in the Centre Room, but I suppose you already know that."

He gestured for us to go. The Doctor wasted no time, hauling River and I into a spare room.

Doctor's POV

I sat down on the bed, almost immediately sinking into the silky softness. Lucy put her hands on her hips. She didn't look happy.

"Why did he let us go?" she demanded.

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"No. I think you do. It was only because he saw you," she replied.

"I honestly don't know, Lucy. Maybe… the gas didn't work or something. It does happen, you know."

Lucy scoffed. "Yeah, cos there was someone who just walked out of a Nazi gas chamber because it didn't work. I highly doubt it, Doctor."

"Actually, there is someone who walked out of one. She also survived three concentration camps," I said. "But like I said before, I don't know who that man is, or why he let us go."

"He looks like you," replied Lucy, "and he recognised you."

I threw up my hands. "Look, I don't know who he is. Why won't you listen? Like I said, something probably went wrong with the gas, and he overheard the Master's plan. He obviously decided that we were fairly nice people, and when he got a dose of my boyish charm, he was completely blown away, thus forcing him to let us go."

Lucy spluttered. "Boyish charm? I'll believe that when I see it."

"Might I remind you who called him Pretty Boy?" smiled River.

"Look, if anyone in this room's pretty, it's that bedspread," said Lucy, pointing to the bed.

I took a proper look at it. It was made of golden fabric, with delicate red flowers embroidered all over it. It was pretty.

River stepped towards the door and pressed her ear against the wood. After a few seconds, she turned back to us and nodded. "All clear. Let's go."

She opened the door and stepped into the corridor. She looked back at Lucy and I, her finger pressed to her lips, and darted along the wall.

I saw her wild mane droop down as she leaned around the corner, then she nodded to us.

"I can't see anyone. Even so, keep quiet," she whispered.

I followed after her, my sneakers doing exactly what it said on the tin – letting me sneak around. Every so often, River stopped to check the coast was clear. As we walked, I dropped my voice to speak to Lucy.

"Did you know, Queen Victoria was – is – the first monarch to live in Buckingham Palace. Brilliant, eh?" She didn't answer. I reached back to grab her arm. She wasn't there. "Lucy? Oh, for goodness' sake! Where are you?"

There was a soft pattering from down the corridor. Lucy came running towards us, her boots tucked under her arm. She grinned, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Sorry! I thought it would be better to take off my shoes. Did I miss much?" she asked breathlessly.

"Apparently," I murmured, hearing River Song speak.

"Good day, Master. Hello, your Majesty. Pleasure to meet you." She spoke with certainty and confidence.

I grabbed Lucy's arm and strolled into the room ahead of us. River stood before the Master, draped in a red cloak trimmed with white. He smiled at me, gesturing to the crown on his head.

"Long live the Master," he said.

"Oh, dear. Really, did you think we'd give up that easily? Not when there's a party about to start. Did I tell you that you should always bring a banana to a party, Lucy?" I turned to her, grinning.

She simply rolled her eyes. "Yes, Doctor. Less than an hour ago."

I clapped my hands. "Right-o. As I was saying, Master, we should really hand back that crown. I remember you when you were younger. Dreadfully clumsy. You wouldn't want to break the crown, would you?"

The Master sat up a bit straighter, listening. "Yes?"

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Don't think that just because I've started talking, that I'm going to forget about old Victoria. Untie her," I continued.

"I'm the King of England! Do it yourself," snapped the Master.

I sighed. "Alright. Lucy, could you please? I have to talk to the Master in private."

"Of course. But why would you…" She trailed off when I gave her a stern look.

"Step One of being a god companion, Lucy. No stupid questions."

Lucy rolled her eyes, and started pulling away Queen Victoria's ropes. I took the Master into the next room, shutting the door behind me.

Lucy's POV

Queen Victoria barely stopped complaining while the Doctor was in the next room.

"My goodness! How rude to barge in, uninvited, and as good as kidnap me! I never! He's a thief, and a fiend! I don't know what the world is coming to!" she ranted, her voice raising in pitch at every word.

"An end," I muttered, coughing profusely to cover it.

"I appreciate you may have saved me, but I'll thank you not to make curt remarks," said the Queen.

"She wasn't being rude, your Majesty," said River, defending me once again.

We sat in a rather awkward silence for a while, until the Doctor came in with a slight smile on his face. The Master looked like he was sucking a lemon. The Doctor carried the crown and handed it to Queen Victoria with a flourish.

"I think you can take care of him now," he said, nodding at the guards. "But first…" He whipped out the sonic and aimed at them.

After a moment, the guards blinked and shook their heads. Two took one of the Master's arms each, and the rest boxed him in so he couldn't escape. They marched him out of the room.

"What was that?" asked Queen Victoria.

"It's a hypersonic, incredibly versatile device that can be used to light a Bunsen burner at a distance, establish an interface with a computer, and blow up a remote control Christmas tree!" explained the Doctor, smiling proudly.

The Queen stared at him in confusion.

"Save your big words for other people, Doctor," River said. "She doesn't understand."

The Doctor deflated a little bit. "Uh… it's… uh… wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff."

The Queen didn't seem to understand any more than she had before.

River sighed. "Just nod and pretend you know what he's talking about."

She nodded slowly. "Yes. Yes. Of course. I understand entirely."

The Doctor rubbed his hands together. "Well. We'd love to stay and continue with the party celebrations, but we must be going. There's one more thing we need to sort."

"Very well. Thank you for… rescuing me. I do appreciate it. I would invite you to a special dinner, but as you said, you must be on your way. Good day…" She trailed off, waiting for our names.

"Curlynob, Shortstack, and Handsome," said the Doctor.

"Oi!" I said, elbowing him. "You are not handsome. Your sideburns are too big, and your hair has too much gel."

"I have a proper name, you know," muttered River.

"My hair is brilliant. You just can't appreciate it because you're jealous," said the Doctor petulantly.

"Good day, Curlynob, Shortstack, and Handsome," continued Queen Victoria, looking as though she didn't believe a word of it.

"Good day, your Majesty!" said the Doctor, then led River and I out of the room, bowing low. As we left, he called, "We can show ourselves out!"

"I look forward to meeting you, River," said the Doctor, kissing her hand.

"Oh, you will, sweetie," said River flirtatiously.

I pretended to vomit. "Oh, yuck. Please, save your lovey-dovey comments for when you're alone."

"Some people just don't appreciate great hair, or great love," smirked River.

"You're right," I replied.

River smiled at me. "You'll understand one day, Lucy. Anyway, I have to go. I'm missing a dinner party in 1926." She scrunched up her sleeve, revealing a watch-like device. "Vortex manipulator," she said, seeing my confused face. She pressed a series of buttons. "See you later!" Then she disappeared.

"Well. That'll be lovely." The Doctor turned to me. "We have one other thing to fix. D'you think you could reach that box up there?"

He pointed to a box mounted on one of the buildings. There was a blue light that flashed periodically on its side. It was quite high up.

"Maybe I could, if I had a leg up," I said.

"Good. Well, just sonic the box, and that should sort the Master's 'servants'." He handed me the sonic, then lifted me up so I could just about reach the box. I raised my hand, and a high-pitched whirr rang through the air.

As I jumped to the ground, I saw every single person on the street blinking and rubbing their head. There were quite a few children running towards their parents.

"Well. Not every day you see that, right?" said the Doctor.

"No. It's a shame, really. Kids in my time just don't appreciate their parents enough," I replied.

"We'd better be getting back to the Tardis. We've done what we need to here. We just need to let history run its course now."

As we walked back towards the Tardis, I found myself feeling slightly sad. "We didn't really get to go sight-seeing like I hoped."

"No, but what do you want to look at boring old Earth for? I can take you anywhere in the Universe!" replied the Doctor.

We walked in silence for a moment. "Where do you think they took the Master?" I asked.

"Probably prison. He committed treason. Don't worry, he won't be hung or anything," replied the Doctor.

He pushed open the door to the Tardis. As he set it off, he obviously remembered something.

"Ah, yes! I forgot. I found this on a jumble stall." He pulled something form his pocket.

A charm that looked a lot like the Tardis dangled on the end of a chain.

"Oh, wow! That's so cool," I gasped.

"Turn around," said the Doctor. He fastened the chain around my neck. "Perfect. It really suits you."

I found myself blushing stupidly. "Thanks. I don't really wear jewellery though. I'm gonna go get changed."

As I ran to find my old clothes, I stopped. "Bother! I never got my fried potato!"

AN: And there we have it! The end of Adventure Two! It was a really long chapter, I know. I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry for not updating sooner. Honestly, it wasn't my fault. Mum's laptop decided to spazz out, and she started using mine. So for at least a week, I couln't really use my laptop for anything but emails and homework. It SUCKED. I was planning on posting two chapters this week, one because I've kept you guys waiting (thank you to anyone who's stuck by me even though I'm slack), and one because OHMYGODSEASONNINEOFDOCTORWHO, but that didn't happen. Obviously.

Anyway, I was thinking of adding a DW/Narnia crossover in this story. It obviously won't have too much of the Doctor in it, but I've started writing it and it's really fun! What would you guys think if I did that?

I'm sure you all want to get back to hyping about Season 9, so I won't hold you up anymore! Soooooooooo...

Adios, and I'll see you in the next Chapter!

- LibrarianWho