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Chapter 10: The Unquiet Dead- Of falling and Fan-girling.

"RISE AND SHINE LADIES WERE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!" The Doctor called from the Console room. Rebecca rubbed the sleep from her eyes and quickly got dressed meeting the Doctor and Rose in the console room.

"Well come on then! Rebecca you hold down these two buttons."

"Got it!" Rebecca stretched putting her leg up on the console to hit the second button.

"Rose, you get these two." Rose was stretching in attempt to hit the second button.

"Hold that one down!" The doctor pointed again before running over and pulling a lever and cranking something

"I'm HOLDING this one down!"

"Well, hold them BOTH down!"

"Doc, It's not going to work! Rose and I can't stretch that far. I'm half splayed across the Tardis!"

"Oi! I promised you two a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future - let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?"

"Doctor, What happened in 1860?"

"Abraham Lincoln was elected, south Carolina seceded from the Union that December, First Italian parliament meeting, Pemberton Mill Collapse," Rebecca continued listing things she had memorized for history class. "Anyway where are we going?"

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" The Tardis began screeching as she flew through the time vortex before finally landing with clouds of steam coming from the console. Rebecca had fallen in an awkward position her face in the grating of the floor but she was too busy trying to send a glare towards the Doctor and Rose who were laughing on the floor.

"Blimey!"

"You're telling me! Rose, are you alright?" The doctor asked rushing toward Rose.

"Yeah. I think so! Nothing broken... did we make it? Where are we?"

"Yeah I'm fine thanks for asking."

"I did it! Give the man a medal. Earth - Naples - December 24th, 1860."

"That's so weird... it's Christmas." Rose said pulling herself up. The Doctor gestured to the Tardis door.

"All yours."

"But, it's like... think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once. Just once, and it's gone. It's finished. It'll never happen again. Except for you. ..You can go back and see days that are dead and gone and a hundred thousand sunsets ago... no wonder you never stay still..."

"Not a bad life." He agreed.

"Better with two." The two grinned at each other and Rebecca sat there on looking, trying to contain the giddiness that she felt watching her two friends being adorable. Rose suddenly slapped the doctors bum and started laughing again before running towards the door.

"Come on then!"

"Oi, oi, oi! Where do you think you're going?!"

"1860!"

"Not like that you're not!" Rebecca called out.

"Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella! There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left. Hurry up!" The Two girls hurried off to the Tardis wardrobe and were instantly in awe by how much clothing from all different times in history.

The two girls each pulled a dress from the 1860's Earth marked section of the wardrobe and helped each other lace themselves up into the corsets.

"I always thought these were gorgeous and now that I'm wearing one, I'm glad times have changed."

"Me too. Now I can vote, go to college, I have rights to my own body for the most part. Not bad." Rebecca told Rose as she clipped her hair up with a feathered beret and tied on a cloak.

"Meet you in the console room." She told the blonde as she ran back toward the doctor. She wanted to see his facial expression when Rose came in.

"Well don't you clean up nicely Rebecca?" he looked up as she sat on the console

"Why thank you doc! Why don't you get dressed up? I wanted to see you wearing a cravat ever since you said you used to wear one."

"Maybe I'll show you a picture." He began fiddling with the Tardis.

"So since when is Naples, Cardiff and 1860 is 1869?" Rebecca said reading the date and time off of a monitor on the console.

"What?"

"You got the date wrong. The Tardis says it clearly too. How'd you get Naples and 1860."

"By feel. Oh well." He continued doing unnecessary repair work on the Tardis.

"She doesn't like that very much Doctor." Rose told him, switching off his Sonic. He turned to see her and his jaw dropped.

"Blimey!"

"Don't laugh!"

"You look beautiful…" Rose beamed at him. "Considering." He turned the sonic back on and continued fiddling, looking away awkwardly.

"Considering what?"

"That you're human!" and he was doing so well. Finally admitted to himself that's she's pretty. Rebecca thought rolling her eyes at the daft time lord.

"I THINK that's a compliment... Aren't you going to change?"

"I've changed my jumper! Come on!" Rose put a hand up to his chest, stopping him.

"You, stay there! You've done this before. This is mine and Becks!" The two girls hurried toward the doors and looked out into the street in awe at the falling snow.

"Ready for this?" he asked offering each of the girls an arm. The three were then linked. "Here we go! History!" Rose and Rebecca were looking around the cobblestone streets, looking at everything from the small shops to the lamp posts ,trying to take it all in. They could hear a choir of Christmas carolers singing in the background.

"Naples is gorgeous at Christmas!" Rose said twirling around.

"I got the flight a bit wrong."

"I don't care."

"It's not 1860, it's 1869."

"I don't care!"

"And it's not Naples."

"I don't care."

"It's Cardiff."

"Right..."

"Sorry, what's wrong with Cardiff Doc?"

"It's like the New Jersey of the UK!"

"There's nothing wrong with Jersey!"

"Nothings right with it either Rebecca." That's when Rebecca ran across the street to the theater.

"Oh my goodness! You've got to be kidding me! This is so cool!" she said reading the poster, announcing a reading by Charles Dickens.

"Rebecca wait up!" Rose called out to her but it was too late. Rebecca was already in the theater. The Doctor shrugged and just continued walking with Rose down the snow covered streets. Inside the theater Rebecca stood at the back and watched in awe as one of her favorite Authors read from one of the most classic holiday stories ever written.

"Now, it is a fact, that there was nothing particular about the knocker on the door of this house. But let any man explain to me if he can, how it happened, that Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, without it's undergoing any intermediate process of change, not a knocker - but Marley's face." The Audience gasped at that and Rebecca couldn't hold back her smile. She had read A Christmas Carol (Novels are underlined. The one thing I learned in English last year)

"Marley's face! It looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look. It looked like..." Suddenly Dickens stopped talking and stared at something in the audience. Rebecca looked at him and saw a certain fear spread across his face. Something was most definitely wrong.

"Oh, my lord! It looked... like that!" Dickens cried out, pointing a finger at someone in the audience. "What phantasmagoria is this?" An old woman rose from her street and let out a long wail. A blue sort of spirit seemed to rise out of the woman from her mouth. The audience terrified by that began to scream in horror.

Outside the Doctor heard the screams and grabbed Rose running toward the theater. "That's more like it!"

"Stay in your seats, I beg you. It is a lantern show, it's trickery." Dickens begged from his position on the stage. Rebecca wasn't buying the special effects bit at all. She noticed that two people, a young woman and an older genteleman, were fighting against the crowd trying to get back into the theater.

"There she is, sir!" The woman cried.

"I can see that! The whole bloomin' world can see that!" The Doctor and Rose entered watching the gas from the woman's mouth, zoom around the room.

"Fantastic!" The Doctor approached Dickens who was still on stage. "Did you see where it came from?"

"Ah. The wag reveals himself, does he? I trust you're satisfied, sir!"

"DOC! It was that woman!" Rebecca pointed to where the old woman had been only to see the young woman and the older man taking her away.

"Oi! Leave her alone!Doctor, I'll get 'em!"

"I'll follow Rose!" Rebecca picked up her skirts and began running after Rose and the others with the body.

"Be careful! Did it say anything? Could it speak? I'm the Doctor by the way." The Doctor had hopped up onto the stage beside Dickens.

"Doctor? You look more like a navy."

"What's WRONGwith this jumper?" he asked indignantly before going to explore the theater in search of clues.

Outside the theater, the old man and the woman had loaded the old woman's body into the Hearse when Rose and Rebecca caught up them.

"What're you doing?!" Rose asked the woman.

"Oh, it's such a tragedy, miss. Don't worry yourself, me and the master will deal with it. The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever and we have to get her to the infirmary." Rose pushed the woman aside and felt the old woman's forehead only to discover she was cold.

"She's cold... she's dead! My God, what did you do to her?" Suddenly she found a tissue pressed to her mouth and she felt herself struggling to stay awake before passing out.

"ROSE!" Rebecca struggled to get past the man who pushed her to the ground, causing her to hit her head.

"HEY! YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" A man's voice called. The old man and the woman quickly just loaded Rose's body into the hearse leaving a dazed and dizzy Rebecca on the street. A young man, dressed way out of the time approached her.

"What happened?" Rebecca mumbled trying to sit up.

"The sight of me knocked you off your feet, sweetheart." He said. The tone and wording sounded familiar to Rebecca but she couldn't place it. She laughed anyway, as he helped her sit up. She tried looking at the man but she was rather disoriented but she did notice that he was young, had dark hair and seemed rather attractive. She didn't know him though.

"You don't belong here. You're dressed funny." She said. She saw him frown at that. He just pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head before getting up.

"Find Rose." He said before walking away, a certain sadness in his eyes and realization spreading across his face. The Doctor ran out and he knew whoever that man was felt wrong to him. He was a fixed point in time. But he saw Rebecca struggling to get up and to him.

"THEY HAVE ROSE!" she yelled. He ran after the hearse calling her name.

"You're not escaping me, sir! What do you know about that hobgoblin, hm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?" Dickens asked him. The Doctor simply stared after the hearse as Rebecca walked clumsily toward him.

"Yeah, mate. Not now, thanks." The Doctor spotted a carriage and he yelled at the driver to stop. Rebecca knowing it wouldn't work whistled.

"Where'd ya learn to whistle like that?"

"Being a camp counselor. Not important. They got Rose."

"Oi, you! Follow that hearse!" The Doctor helped Rebecca into the Coach before hopping in himself.

"You can't do that, sir!"

"Why not?"

"Why not?! I'll give you a very good reason why not! This is my coach!"

"Well, hop in sir!"

"MOVE!" The doctor told the coach who proceeded to listen.

"Everything in order, Mr. Dickens?" the Driver questioned.

"No! It is not!"

"What did he say?" The Doctor asked.

"Doc, meet Charles Dickens!"

"Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humour—" Dickens continued.

"Dickens?"

"Yes."

"Charles Dickens?"

"Already told you that!"

"Yes."

"THECharles Dickens?"

"Yes Doctor this was established already."

"Shall I remove the gentleman, sir?"

"Charles Dickens! You're brilliant, you are! Completely 100% brilliant! I've read 'em all! Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost?"

"A Christmas Carol?"

"No, no, no, the one with the trains"

"The Signal Man?" Rebecca queried.

"That's it, terrifying! The best short story ever written! You're a genius!"

"You want me to get rid of him, sir?"

"Er, no, I think he can stay."

"Oh Mr. Dickens I love your work so much. It is such an honor to meet you! Great Expectations and a Tale of Two Cities are simply inspired. You're such a genius sir!" Rebecca gushed at the man.

"Why thank you miss!"

"Would you mind autographing this for me?" she said pulling a piece of parchment out of her small satchel.

"Of course my dear. To whom am I writing it?"

"Rebecca Goodman sir!" he quickly pulled out a quill and an inkwell from a compartment in the carriage door and flipped up a piece of wood, a bit like a desk.

"That is an amazing innovation sir!"

"Well creativity strikes at any time Ms. Goodman! One must be prepared" he wrote her a quick message on the parchment and she couldn't help but grin like an idiot when he handed it back to her. She hugged it to her chest and giggled.

"I WILL TREASURE IT ALWAYS!"

"Honestly, Charles - can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan." The doctor began.

"...what? A what?"

"Fan! Number One Fan, that's me."

"Lies! That would be me Mr. Dickens!"

"How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?"

"It's more like an admirer, someone who greatly enjoys and takes pleasure in someone elses work."

"No, it means 'Fanatic', devoted to. Mind you, I've gotta say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what was that about?! Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit."

"Rude Doc."

"I thought you said you were my fan." Dickens asked disgruntled.

"Don't listen to him. He's a touch mad sir."

"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism... go on, though the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, come on, faster!"

"Who exactly IS in that hearse?"

"My friend." Rebecca sniggered at that statement.

"Doctor don't pretend Rose is just your friend we all know you fancy-" The Doctor put a hand over Rebecca's mouth to stop her.

"She's only nineteen, and it's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger."

"Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver! Be swift! The chase is on!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Thatta boy, Charlie!"

"Nobody calls me Charlie."

"The ladies do."

"How do you know that?"

"I told you - I'm your Number One—"

"Number One Fan, yes... but no one calls me Charlie."

"Can I call you Charlie?" Rebecca asked with a small pout.

"She's an exception to the rule." Suddenly the carriage stopped.

"We're here sir." Suddenly the two gentlemen exited the carriage helping Rebecca out.

"A Funeral Parlor? That explains the hearse. Now let's find Rose gentleman shall we?"

AN: So here I hope you don't hate me too too much for what I've done and any pain I may have caused you…

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