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This time the outfit doesn't come from my polyvore but she wears the yellow dress that Caroline Forbes (from the TV show, the Vampire Diaries) for the Founder's Parade. You can see what the dress looks like on goggle. And she does have a cover to get herself from freezing in the cold weather in this particular episode LOL. But yeah, that's her outfit :)


Sophie's POV…

Sitting around the table in the parlor, I couldn't believe we were actually having a séance. I mean, you've seen those movies where the characters would try to talk to the dead. Nothing ever good happens, which was why I whispered to the Doctor since I was sitting beside him,

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is!" he whispered back. "It's the only way we can find out what's going on."

I didn't say anything. There must be something else we could do. If there was, I didn't know what it could be.

It was silent between all of us until Gwyneth broke it, looking and smiling at everyone. "This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists. Down in Midtown." She held out both of her hands, "Come. We must joins hands."

"I can't take part in this," Charles said stubbornly. He stood up abruptly from the table. I guess what I said didn't help much.

"Humbug? Come on, open mind." The Doctor gave him a pointed look and his tone seemed to hint at something. Charles grudgingly sat back down but it didn't stop him from complaining.

"This is precisely the sort of cheap mummery I try to unmask. Séances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze box concealed between the knees." Charles gave Gwyneth a sour look, "This girl knows nothing."

My new friend looked hurt and I kicked the author in the leg hard, earning yelp and a startled look from him. "Oi, leave her alone!" I glared at him. "I don't care if you're famous, you don't talk to her like that!"

Charles looked over at the Doctor in disbelief. But the Time Lord just shrugged.

"She's right." This sentence caused my glare to disappear and I grinned cheekily.

"Now, that's something you don't hear every day from you, Doctor," I teased.

He just rolled his eyes as he looked over at me, but he had an amused smile on his lips. Then he looked back at Charles, "Don't antagonize her." His smile turned into a manic grin. "I love a happy medium."

I held back a laugh. "Did you really just say that?"

"Come on," the Doctor told Charles. "We might need you."

In response, the writer sighed heavily and took a hold of Gwyneth's hand. Once we were all holding hands, the Doctor told Gwyneth,

"Now, Gwyneth. Reach out."

She did just that, "Speak to us. Are you there? Spirits?"

Charles rolled his eyes, getting a glare from me again, and he winced.

"Come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden." Gwyneth's eyes rose to the ceiling. Murmurs filled the room and I gulped, my fingers tightening around the Doctor's hand.

"Can you hear that?" I asked, meeting the Doctor's eyes and he nodded.

"Nothing can happen," Charles said strongly, but he didn't get up from the table. "This is sheer folly."

"Would you look at her?!" I snapped, getting tired of his denial. "Does that look like nothing?"

"I feel them," Gwyneth murmured, dazed. "I feel them!" Her voice rose as the gas creatures began to fill the room and the murmurs grew louder, but I couldn't understand them at all. I didn't bother asking, though.

"They can't get through the rift, Gwyneth," The Doctor told her. "It's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now look deep. Allow them through."

"I can't!" she wailed, screwing her eyes shut.

"Yes you can. Just believe it. I have faith in you, Gwyneth. Make the link."

She looked pained. I wanted to make it stop, but I didn't do anything. Suddenly, Gwyneth's head lowered and her eyes flew open, her pupils dilating darkly, making me shiver.

"Yes…" she breathed.

Three gaseous figures appeared behind her and Charles' mouth dropped open as Sneed's eyes widened in shock. Even I was shocked, which was hard to do, considering everything I've seen with my aunt.

"Great God. Sprits from the other side!"

"The other side of the universe," The Doctor corrected as he stared at the creatures.

"Pity us," they said through Gwyneth. "Pity the Gelth. There is so little time, help us."

"What do you want us to do?" The Doctor wanted to help them like I knew he would. I couldn't help but feel that something bad would happen if we did. I probably would have voiced my concerns out loud if I knew it would make a difference. I knew it wouldn't. The Doctor was stubborn and if he wanted to help someone, he wouldn't stop until he helped them.

That was one of the things I loved about him…

Realizing what I thought, I blushed mentally. I mean, it was one of the things I likedabout him. Not love. Definitely not.

The Gelth answered the Doctor, breaking me out of my thoughts, "The rift. Take the girl to the rift. Make the bridge."

"What for?"

"We are so very few. The last of our kind. We face extinction."

"Why, what happened?"

"Once we had a physical form like you," The Gelth started to explain. "But then the war came."

Charles spoke up then. "War? What war?"

"The Time War."

At the mention of it, the war that took the lives of all of the Time Lords, I glanced over at the Doctor, sadness in my eyes. I had just learned about the war, so it was still fresh in my mind. The Doctor saw the sadness in my eyes as he met them and he flinched at the sight of it. He didn't say anything though as he turned back to look at the Gelth.

"The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."

"So, that's why you need the corpses," The Doctor realized.

'What?' I thought as I looked at the Gelth in disbelief. They couldn't do that. It was wrong. The bad feeling from before came back to me. After that realization, the Doctor couldn't be thinking about helping them. He knew it was wrong just as much as I did.

"We want to stand tall," The Gelth said. "To feel the sunlight. To live again. We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste, give them!"

"You can't be serious!" I blurted out. "We can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's wrong!"

"How? It could save their lives."

"Well, it still doesn't make it right," I argued. He opened his mouth to argue back but the Gelth interrupted him.

"Open the rift. Let us through. We're dying! Help us! Pity the Gelth!" With that, they disappeared and Gwyneth fainted.

"Gwyneth!" I ran over to her.

"All true," Charles muttered in a daze as he leaned back in his char.

I lifted her up gently, brushing my hand across her forehead for a moment before feeling her pulse to make sure she was still breathing. And she was, earning a sigh of relief from me. She had just fainted. I hoisted her up in my arms and headed over to lay her on the couch.

"It's all true…" Charles muttered again. As I got her settled, I glanced back at the Doctor. He looked like he was deep in thought, arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the wall.

A little while later, I was kneeling beside my new friend, mopping her forehead with a wet rag. She had been out of it for a while and I was starting to get worried. But finally her eyes slowly opened as she fidgeted on the couch.

"Shh," I shushed her, rubbing her shoulder. My maternal instincts kicked in as I told her, "Go back to sleep. You've worn yourself out. You need your rest, sweetheart."

"But my angels, miss," Gwyneth said weakly, trying to sit up on her own. "They came, didn't they? They need me?"

"They do need you Gwyneth." The Doctor spoke up from behind me. "You're their only chance of survival."

"Leave her alone," I snapped, turning my head around to give him a stern look. "Can't you see she's exhausted? We're not going to discuss this right now."

He stared at me for a moment before he leaned his head back, letting out a sigh. I turned back to Gwyneth and helped her sit the rest of the way up. Then I handed her a glass of water.

"Drink this," I told her gently. She took a couple drinks then sat it down on a nearby table.

"Well, what did you say, Doctor?" Sneed asked. "Explain it again. What are they?"

"Aliens."

"Like…foreigners, you mean?"

If I wasn't too busy worrying over Gwyneth, I would have laughed at that. Oh you have no idea how foreign.

"Pretty foreign, yeah. From up there." The Doctor pointed upwards.

"Brecon?"

"Close. They've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes."

Charles glanced over at Gwyneth, who was sitting up now and listening to the conversation, staring at them. "Which is why they need the girl."

Guess we were back to that conversation now. "Well, they're not going to have her," I said, shaking my head as I stood up to my feet.

"But she can help," The Doctor argued. "Living on the rift, she's become part of it, she can open it up, make the bridge and let them through."

"Incredible," Charles said before I could say anything back. "Ghosts that are not ghosts but being from another world who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers."

"Good system. It might work."

I nearly screamed in frustration as I walked over to the Doctor, a frustrated look on my face. "Hasn't anyone been listening to me?! We can't let them run around in dead people!"

"Why not? It's like recycling."

"But you can't!"

"I can."

"You can't!" I exclaimed angrily. "It's wrong, Doctor! And you know that it is!" he didn't comment about that, so I went on, "Those people may be dead, but we should respect them even in death!"

There was a small pause. "Do you carry a donor card?" The Doctor asked me.

"T-that's completely different…" I would have continued to protest, but he cut me off.

"It is completely different, yeah. It's a different mortality. Get used to it or go home." The Doctor's tone was harsh. I flinched at the sound of it and took a step back from him, looking away. Then I heard him take a deep breath before speaking again, his voice softened and I relaxed at the sound of it, making me look back at him to meet his blue eyes. "You heard what they said, time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying."

At that, I realized something.

The Doctor related to them.

He knew what it was like to be the last of his kind and he didn't want the Gelth to suffer that reality. So if he could help them, he would do anything in his power to do so. Even do something that he knew was wrong.

Finally I spoke up in a soft voice as well. "I get that you want to save them, Doctor, but you can't let them use Gwyneth. It's not your decision. It's Gwyneth's choice if she wants to help or not. You never even asked her."

"I want to help, miss."

I turned around to face the maid, looking at her surprised. "What?"

"I want to help," Gwyneth repeated. "My angels need me, miss."

I wanted to protest, shake her, and get her to change her mind. But from the look on her face, I knew that was impossible and I sighed.

When I didn't say anything, Gwyneth looked at the Doctor. "Doctor, what do I have to do?"

I felt him glance at me for a moment before saying, "You don't have to do ANYTHING."

"They're been singing to me since I was a child," Gwyneth said softly. "Sent by my mum on a holy mission. So tell me."

I didn't have to look to know the Doctor smiled at her.

"We need to find the rift," he said as he headed over to Charles and Sneed. "This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other. Mr. Sneed. What's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?"

"That would be the morgue."

"Fantastic..." I mumbled. "More dead people…"


"Talk about bleak house," The Doctor commented as he led us inside of the morgue once Sneed opened it.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling cold all of the sudden. "We're in a morgue…what did you expect?" though I knew the Gelth didn't secede, it didn't matter because time was in flux. Just one decision could change the whole world. So if this worked, everything would change just like that.

"Doctor – I think the room is getting colder."

He was right. As soon as I entered this, a cold air swept over me and I knew that this only meant one thing.

They were here.

"They're here," I breathed as my body shifted closer to the Doctor subconsciously.

The Gelth flooded into the room and the leader of them positioned itself in the archway. It spoke up, sounding like a child.

"You have come to help! Praise the Doctor! Praise him!"

"Promise you don't hurt Gwyneth!" I exclaimed, but the leader ignored me.

"Hurry! Please. So little time. Pity the Gelth."

"I'll take you somewhere else after the transfer," The Doctor told them seriously. "Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This is not a permanent solution, alright?"

Gwyneth took a step forward. "My angels."

I instinctually grabbed her arm. "You don't have to do this," I said desperately.

She looked me in the eye. "I have to, miss. I can help them live."

"But what if you die?" I asked concerned and she placed a hand on my cheek.

"It's a risk I'm willing to make."

Tears welled up in my eyes at that and I looked away from her, moving even closer to the Doctor's side without cautiously realizing it. I felt him place a hand on my shoulder, but I didn't look at him as he spoke to the Gelth.

"Okay, where's the weakest point?"

"Here, beneath the arch!"

"Beneath the arch," Gwyneth repeated as she positioned herself underneath it.

"Establish the bridge, reach into the void, let us through!" The Gelth ordered.

"Yes." She let out a gasp. "I can see you! I can see you! Come!"

"Bridgehead established."

"Come! Come to me! Come to this world, poor lost souls!"

"It is begun! The bridge is made!"

Gwyneth's head arched back as she opened her mouth and blue gasp came out of her mouth. It was the Gelth.

"No! Gwyneth!" I cried horrified. I tried to run to her, but the Doctor pulled me back, gripping my waist.

"She has given herself to the Gelth."

"There's rather a lot of them, eh?" Charles stated nervously.

"The bridge is open. We descend."

Then all of the sudden, the leader turned demonic, looking like something from a horror movie, and the gas turned from blue to red.

"The Gelth will come through in force."

"You said you werefew in number!" Charles yelled.

"A few million. And all of us in need of corpses."

The bodies in the morgue began to rise as the red gas entered them. My eyes widened in horror and I pushed myself close to the Doctor's side.

"Doctor…" my voice shook with fear, causing his arm to tighten around my waist.

"Gwyneth, stop this!" Sneed exclaimed, standing in front of her. "Listen to your master! This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, leave these things alone. I beg of you—"

"Mr. Sneed, look out!" I cut him off loudly, seeing one of the corpses heading his way.

But it was too late.

The corpse grabbed him and tried to hold him still as he struggled. It ended up, snapping his neck, killing him.

I gasped in horror. No.

Another one of the Gelth filled his body through his mouth. The Doctor and I jumped back, still holding onto one another, not letting go for a second.

Then Mr. Sneed looked up at us with dead, cold eyes.

"I think it's gone a bit wrong," The Doctor said and I bit back a sarcastic comment. Not only that, I was too terrified to make one.

"I have joined the legions of the Gelth," Sneed said blankly. "Come. March with us."

"No!" Charles exclaimed.

The corpses advanced on the Doctor and me.

"We need bodies. All of you. Dead. The human race. Dead."

The corpses backed us up against a dungeon door.

"Gwyneth, stop them!" The Doctor yelled at her, trying to get her to listen. "Send them back! Now!"

"Three more bodies. Make them vessels for the Gelth."

"I—I can't! I'm sorry!" Charles stepped back, shaking his head.

The Doctor looked behind him and spotted the dudgeon door. He quickly opened it up, pushing me inside first before coming in with me and he locked us in here to keep us away from the Gelth. I pressed myself up against the wall, arms wrapped around me, my body shaking. I hated being scared. But I was. I tried to mask it, not wanting the Doctor to think of me as weak. A scared little girl. But it was too late for that as he had already seen.

"It's too much for me! I'm so—"Charles jumped and ran from the morgue as one of the Gelth screeched and swooped at him.

The corpses clambered up against the dungeon door, trying to get inside. "Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth."

"I trusted you, I pitied you!" The Doctor was angry and I couldn't blame him. They had used his compassion to get what they wanted.

"We don't want you pity! We want this world and all its flesh." They were now rattling at the door.

"Not while I'm alive," he stated confidently.

"Then live no more."

Now the Doctor was pressed against the wall with me and I leaned my head back, looking up into nothingness.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" I asked quietly and glanced at him to see him looking at me apologetically. He didn't have to say anything. I just knew from the look on his face that I would.

"I'm sorry," he told me.

It felt like we were in there for there forever, standing in silence. The Doctor broke it, guilt in his voice.

"This is all my fault. I brought you here."

If there was something I wouldn't let him do, it would be blaming himself.

"No, it's not, don't blame yourself," I told him sternly. "You didn't force me to come. I wanted to."

"What about me? I saw the fall of Troy! World War Five! I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea party, now I'm going to die in a dungeon!" His voice turned horrified, "In Cardiff!"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. Even though it wasn't really funny, but the Doctor smiled, happy to hear me laughing despite what was happening. However, the laughter stopped when I looked back at the corpses and I turned sober.

"But it's not just dying though," I said. "We'll become one of them." It was then and there that I decided I wouldn't go down without a fight. I looked at the Doctor, looking more confident than I felt, "But we'll go down fighting, yes?"

"Yeah." He let my eyes and I stared into his.

"Together?"

His eyes sparkled. "Yeah!" The Doctor linked our hands and curled his fingers through mine, giving it a squeeze. I felt a spark go up my arm, feeling tingly all over. It felt like nothing I felt before. Not even with Lucas.

It was silent for a moment.

"I'm so glad I met you."

This sentence made me look at him in surprise. I saw the sincerity in his blue eyes, showing he meant what he said. It made the tingly feeling intensify. I smiled at him, my heart fluttering against my chest.

"Me too," I breathed.

He smiled back at me. We stood there, smiling at each other until Charles rushed into the room, breaking the moment.

"Doctor! Turn OFF the flame, turn UP the gas!" he exclaimed as he ran around, doing just that. "Now fill the room, all of it, now!"

"What are you doing?" The Doctor asked confused.

"Turn it all off! Gas the place!" Charles turned off another one.

"Brilliant. Gas!" The Doctor grinned as if this was greatest news he had heard all week.

"What, so we're just going to choke to death, instead?" Then again I thought to myself. 'I would rather take that than to be taken over by one of the Gelth.'

"Am I correct, Doctor?" Charles asked. "These creatures are gaseous!"

"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air like poison from a wound!"

Giving up on trying to get in, the corpses turned to Charles and began walking towards him.

"I hope…oh, Lord. I hope that this theory will be validated soon." The corpses advanced on him dangerously. "If not immediately."

"Plenty more!" The Doctor smashed a gas canister against the wall and all the creatures were sucked from the bodies with a scream and all of them collapsed.

"It's working."

Finally we were able to get out of the dungeon, our hands interlocking again.

"Gwyneth! Send them back!" The Doctor told her. "They lied, they're not angels."

"Liars," she said simply.

I took this time to speak up. "Look at me, Gwen," I said gently, the nickname slipping out. She did. "Think about your mother and father, if they were looking down on you right now they would want you to send them back. Just like my parents would if I was in your position. So you have to send them back. They'll give you strength to do it." I managed to say all of this before I started to lose air. I covered my mouth with my hand, feeling like my lungs were about to burst. "Can't breathe," I choked out.

The Doctor let go of my hand and pushed me gently towards Charles. "Charles, get her out."

He grabbed my arm, but I shoved him off. "No! I'm leaving her!"

"They're too strong," Gwyneth said.

"Remember that world you saw?" The Doctor stared at her. "Sophie's world? All those people – non of it will exsit unless you send them back through the rift."

"I can't send them back," Gwen said firmly. "but I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here. Get out." She reached into her apron pocket and she took out a box of matches.

"Gwen, no!" I cried, my eyes filling with tears.

Her gaze turned to me. "It's alright, miss," she told me gently. "I'm ready to see my mum and dad. I think I always knew this day would come and I'm ready for it. Just like you will be when the time comes. You be careful, Sophie McQueen." Then her voice turned firm again. "Leave this place!"

"But…" before I could protest, the Doctor gripped my shoulders. "Soph, get out, go now, I'm not going to let her die and I will not leave her while she's still in danger, now go!"

Tears dripped down my cheeks. Though he said he wouldn't let her die, that was a big fat lie. He would try…but it wouldn't be enough.

I sniffed and nodded, wiping my eyes. With that, Charles and I left the morgue. We got out of the house and I could breathe again.

Not long after we left, the house exploded into flames, the Doctor diving out of the doorway just in time to join us. As expected Gwen wasn't with him.

"She didn't make it, did she?" I whispered, staring at the Doctor.

"I'm sorry. She closed the rift."

Charles shook his head sadly, "At such a cost. Poor child."

"I did try, Soph."

"I knew you would," I said softly.

"But Gwyneth was already dead," he went on, surprising me. "She had been for at least five minutes."

"What do you mean?"

"I think she was dead the minute she stood in the arch."

I slowly shook my head, not believing him. "She couldn't have been," I argued. "She helped us. She spoke to me. How could she do that if she was dead?"

"There are more things in heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy," Charles said, staring at the burning house as the Doctor looked over at him. "Even for you, Doctor."

I sighed, my heart heavy. "She saved the world. A servant girl and no one will ever know…"

We stood there in silence as we gazed at the burning house, our hearts grieving for the woman who saved the world.


We arrived back at the TARDIS where it stood and the Doctor turned towards Charles, who came back with us. "Right then, Charlie-boy, I've got to go into my um…shed…" he said awkwardly, patting the TARDIS.

'I am not a shed.' Sexy grumbled in my mind and I couldn't help but giggle to myself, despite me still being upset about Gwyneth.

"Won't be long!" The Doctor fixed the key in the lock.

I turned towards Charles, "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I shall take the mail coach back to London. Quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital."

"You've cheered up!" The Doctor noticed.

"Exceedingly!" Charles said enthusiastically. "This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world and now I know I've just started! All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them!"

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"I shall be subtle at first," Charles answered. "The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this earth. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word! Tell the truth!" He smiled, proud of himself.

The Doctor smiled back. "Good luck with it. It was nice to meet you." He shook his hand, grinning at him now. "Fantastic." He turned back towards the TARDIS doors.

"It really was, Mr. Dickens," I said softly. "Bye then, and thanks." Giving him a smile, I leaned in and kissed his cheek. When I pulled back, I almost laughed at the taken aback look on his face. Because I was amused by this, I didn't notice the frown on the Doctor's face as he stared at us.

"Oh, my dear – how modern." Charles blushed and I giggled. "Thank you, but I don't know understand – in what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?"

"You'll see. In the shed." He unlocked the TARDIS.

'If he calls me that again…' Sexy muttered.

'It could be worse.' I told her. 'He could be calling you a snog box.'

Sexy made a face.'Well, I never.'

I stifled a laugh as I went back to the Doctor and Charles.

"Oh my soul. Doctor, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you haven't explained. Answer me this – who are you?"

There was a pause. "Just a friend," The Doctor finally answered. "Passing through."

"But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books…" Charles hesitated for a moment, "Do they last?"

The Doctor shared a look with me before looking back at Charles. "Oh yes!"

"How long?"

"Forever, Mr. Dickens." I was the one who answered this time, giving him another smile. "Everyone remembers your name."

Charles tried to look pleased and modest at the same time.

"Right. Shed." I could feel Sexy's annoyance as the Doctor turned to me. "Come on, Soph…" We both turned towards Sexy, this time.

"In – in the box? Both of you?"

I knew what he was thinking. "Don't get any ideas, mister," I teased, making him blush. I gave him a wink in response as the Doctor and I stepped into the TARDIS, closing the door behind us.

"Weren't you going to stop him from writing about blue ghosts?" I asked the Doctor as we headed towards the console. "I mean, wouldn't it change history?"

"In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies." I had forgot about that. "He won't be able to tell his story so I don't have to." The Doctor and I looked at the screen to see Charles still standing outside.

I felt sad for him. "That really stinks…and he was so nice too."

"But in your time, he was already dead! We've brought him back to life!" The Doctor told me with a small grin. "He's more alive now than he's ever been, old Charlie-boy. Let's give him one last surprise."

I nodded, grinning, as he hit a button and the engines started up. We both smiled as we watched Charles' awed face when the TARDIS disappeared right before his eyes. Once we were gone, I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Are you alright?" he asked, looking at me.

I didn't meet his eyes. "Not really," I admitted. "I mean, I know that people die around you." I finally looked at him and saw his body was tense. "But actually experiencing it, it's the worst feeling in the world. Gwyneth didn't deserve to die."

"No one does," The Doctor responded stiffly as he turned his head away. "But that's life. Everything lives and…"

"Everyone dies," I finished. "I know. I just wish we didn't have to accept it."

He met my eyes again, his eyes looking so sad that it made my heart clench. "Me too." There was a pause for a moment. "Do you want to go home?" He asked me.

"No," I said instantly. "I want to stay. Unless…" I bit my bottom lip. "you want me to go home."

"No!" I looked at him startled and he flushed, "I mean…no…I want you to stay…but only if you want to." He said quickly.

"I do."

"Good."

There was a awkward silence for a while until I broke it, clearing my throat. "Well…um…I'm going to go to bed."

"Yeah…okay. The TARDIS should have a room ready for you."

"Great." I didn't move from my spot as I hesitated. In the end, I gave him a quick hug. "Goodnight Doctor." I turned to leave the console room, but the Doctor's voice stopped me.

"Your parents?"

I looked at him. "What about them?"

"They're gone."

"Yes." I nodded sadly, "My parents died when I was just a baby. And Sarah Jane's been taking care of me ever since."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah…" Another pause, but this time, the Doctor broke it.

"Goodnight then, Sophie."

"Goodnight." With that, I turned to leave once again. Before I left, I looked back at the Doctor one last time. He touched the console only to yelp.

"Ouch!"

'That's what he gets for calling me a shed.'

This thought made me laugh quietly to myself, eyes sparkling. I finally left the console room to go to bed, exhausted from the day's events.


TBC…

In…

Aliens of London, Part 1…

AND FINALLY FNISHED WITH THE UNQUIET DEAD AND NOW WE CAN GET INTO ALIENS OF LONDON/WAR WORLD THREE! YAY! Lol. As you can tell, I'm very excited for those episodes especially because Sarah Jane and the Doctor meet up again after all these years but this time, he's in his Ninth form instead of his Tenth, so that's pretty exciting. I bet people have always wanted Sarah to meet Nine and now they'll get to read it, are you as excited as I am? Of course you ;)

I haven't mentioned it before yet, but what do you think of the new season so far? I'm really enjoying even if it's been only two episodes. I just love Peter's version of the Doctor. To be honest, I don't think I could ever hate the Doctor, no matter what he looks like or what regeneration he's in. And though this Doctor is different from the New Who Doctors, he's still the Doctor and he's still a good man, no matter if he doesn't think he is or not or if his companion doesn't think so.

But anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you thought of the last part of the Unquiet Dead! Until next time on RITS!