I am so sorry that this hasn't been up sooner. I've been on holiday and the wifi absolutely sucked, I was lucky to get emails let alone actually go on the Internet on my phone. However without further fuss, here is a new chapter.

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Tooth and Claw: Part 1

"Will this do?" I jumped out of the grate that I had been standing in, twirling around in front of her. Rose nodded at me, grinning, "Late 1970s, it was all punk and skirts back then, wasn't it?" She giggled and I looked down at the black miniskirt that I was wearing, "Not too high is it?" she shook her head, "Oh good," I smoothed the material down slightly self consciously, "Nice dungarees," I looked over her, "We do make such a pair," I twirled on the spot again, "The Tyler Sisters...ruining fashion in every era,"

"Oh I don't know," the Doctor passed me having just walked out of the room, "Looks very authentic to me," he remarked before tilting his head, "You're wearing that skirt again," I grinned happily at him, before moving past. Nothing was going to ruin this day for me, "I'm not complaining...it's very nice skirt...nice legs. Anyway," he moved on and Rose shot me a secret smile from behind her hand, "Why are you two dressed up like that?"

"It's her birthday," Rose informed him and I spun around in a circle again happily, "Nineteen years old today. And we were thinking...seeing as we've never actually done it...You should take us to see a band in the seventies...or eighties," the Doctor looked up, "Alice loves that era of music. I'd definitely be up for going," she grinned at me, "What music actually was in the seventies, Alice? I know the Beatles were the sixties and then there's ABBA. Ooohh," she leaned against the railings, her face suddenly entranced, "Elton John,"

"Oh come on," I spun in a circle before leaning back on the TARDIS console, "The seventies! David Bowie with Ziggy Stardust!" I pointed at her, "Queen," she laughed at me, "And although we don't have the Beatles, we do have them with their other albums," I waved a hand, "And then we've got Led Zeppelin...and the Sex Pistols. The 70s were great in music," I nudged her softly, "Used to steal Mum's old vinyls when she was out of the house. She's got loads,"

The Doctor turned his head towards me, "You never said that it was your birthday," he said and I shrugged gently, not really wanting to admit anything, "Should have said," he grinned, "Happy Birthday," he twisted a dial on the TARDIS, "Late nineteen seventies should be easy...hold on," he ran from the room quickly.

I looked after him, "That was dramatic," Rose answered, and we both cracked up laughing at that, "You didn't tell him that it was your birthday?" I shook my head and she frowned, "Why ever not? You know that he would be all over that. I told him when it was mine," she looked at me up and down, "Nice legs, Alice," she snorted with laughter at that again and I placed my hands on my hips, staring at her, "Sorry,"

I shook my head, "No, it's fine," I said to her, before flopping onto the seat, looking at the ceiling, "It means another year," I replied to her earlier question and she frowned, "The...how do you say it...days go past so quickly for him, and every day he sees us getting older. We've been travelling with him for nearly eleven months now. I should know, I keep a record of it. No matter what we do we age, we have birthdays to mark each year," I looked at my hands, "I didn't really want him to feel sad that I am one year closer to getting old,"

"He's nine hundred and something," she informed me, "If that's not old then I'm practically a baby," she sighed, "You shouldn't let it upset you on your birthday,"

"I'm not going to," I assured her, "But I'm not going to forget that he...might not like birthdays. I mean suddenly he's a year older and he doesn't even say," she opened her mouth, "He might have had his birthday and we'd never know because he wouldn't have said. There's got to be a reason," I jumped up, patting her on the shoulder, "That's why I didn't tell him that it was my birthday. So many people pass him by. It's got to have an effect that they grow old and die in front of him. Not exactly you want to remember,"

"I understand," Rose nodded, before reaching down to her bag, "But as it is your birthday," she pulled out a box, and handed it to me, "I got you something for it," I gave her a look, "Don't worry, it's not something that'll bite. Open it," I opened the case and immediately laughed when I saw it, "It's authentic," she added, "Proper leather and everything," she looked at my pocket accusingly, "I thought it would be a good idea for you. You carry way too many things in that jacket of yours,"

I pulled the bag out of the box, "Well thank you very much," I said to her, grinning, feeling the leather, "You can give practical gifts to me," she swatted me, and I dodged out her way mockingly, "I don't carry them around because it weighs me down, I wouldn't do that," I told her seriously, "It's just...Jack gave the sonic blaster to me and it's a bit of him. And it's also very good at disappearing locks on doors. And I promised the Doctor that I wouldn't let go of the watch," the Doctor walked into the room again holding a CD, and I twirled to him, pushing the conversation out of my mind, "So do you think what we're wearing is all right?"

"For the late nineteen seventies you'd be better off in a bin bag," he said before grinning, "Hold on," he slid the CD into the console, "Listen to this," Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick came on through the TARDIS speaker, and I grinned, bouncing to the music, "Ian Drury and the Blockheads, Number One in 1979,"

"You're a punk!" Rose exclaimed pointing at him, and the Doctor started to sing to the music as he rocketed around the console, "That's what you are. A big old punk with a bit of rockabilly thrown in," I laughed at that, hopping onto the railings, "So what are we going to do?"

"Do you want to see him in concert?" he asked us and we looked at him, "A lot of stuff happens in the seventies, why not Ian Drury?" I nodded at him liking the idea, "I mean what's a TARDIS for? I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar, the first antigravity Olympics...Caesar crossing the Rubicon," he circled the TARDIS, "Or Ian Drury at the Top Rank, Sheffield, England, Earth, 21st November 1979, what do you think?" he looked at me, "And as its your birthday, you decide where we go, Miss Mary-Anne,"

I patted the console, "Sheffield it is," I answered him smugly.

He nodded, "Hold on tight," he informed us before pulling the lever. I immediately grabbed onto the console as she jerked and shook even more roughly than usual, I thought. Maybe that might be because the Doctor was currently hitting her with his hammer, "Landing!" He shouted and we all fell on the floor when the TARDIS suddenly shook violently, and possibly quite angrily. It bothered none of us as we all started laughing before scrambling upwards, "1979!" The Doctor beamed, "Hell of a year! China invaded Vietnam, the Muppet Movie- love that film," he pulled on his coat, "Margaret Thatcher- urgh," he made a face at that as I followed him to the door, my new bag already in place, "Skylab falls to earth, with a little help from me,"

"When is anything not done with a little help from you?" I asked him teasingly, and he mock pouted. It was true, just by staying up that little bit longer in the TARDIS, I saw that the Doctor always had things to be doing. I never knew whether he actually slept for any long periods of times. He was always there when I finally fell asleep and there when I opened my eyes and found myself in the TARDIS console room. I could hardly imagine him staying still for a minute if there were things he could be doing.

"As I was saying," the Doctor drew my attention back to him, "It crashed and nearly took off my thumb," he looked at his thumb, "And I like my thumb," he opened the door and we walked outside, "I need my thumb," I raised my hands when I was met with the barrel of a gun, "I'm very attached to my...thumb," so the Doctor had noticed that we weren't in the right place and he raised his hands to join Rose and I, "1879," he realised, before shrugging, "Same difference,"

I looked at him pointedly, "Except obviously there is no Sheffield, or Ian Drury in sight, Doctor," I stated, and he looked out across the barren landscape, "Actually looks like the middle of nowhere, Doctor," I leaned in closer to whisper to him, "Maybe you ought to have not hit the TARDIS quite as hard as you were," the barrel of the gun in front of me raised a little and I lifted my hands higher, "Righty-Ho, as you wish,"

"You will explain your presence, sir," one of the men on the horses said to us, "And the nakedness of these two girls," I looked down at my skirt, it really wasn't all that short...really. Perhaps they all disagreed with me on that score. I glanced at Rose, at least I wasn't wearing dungarees, "Will you also identify yourself,"

The Doctor looked delightedly at the man, "Are we in Scotland?!" He inquired affecting a Scottish accent which actually rather fit him which really surprised me, "And I'm all dazed and confused, I've been chasing these wee naked children over hill and over dale," now he really was going for it, I had to bit my lip to stop myself from laughing out loud. He was rather ridiculous with his words. "Isn't that right, ya timorous beasties?" I raised my eyebrow at that, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't expecting me to answer that, was he?

Rose however clearly had no scruples in that area, "Och aye!" She tried to do an accent and I couldn't help but let out a giggle at her words, "I've been oot and aboot," the Doctor tried to shake his head rapidly at her to stop talking but she merely frowned at him, "Hoots mon!" Another giggle escaped my mouth and we both quietly high fived each other behind the Doctor's back. That had been brilliant.

The Doctor held up the psychic paper to the man in front of us, the man who had spoken before hand, "I'm Doctor James McCrimmon," he bluffed, "From the township of...Balamory," a snigger left my mouth and I covered it with my mouth in order to stop myself from laughing any further and risking us getting shot quicker than we already were going to be, "As you can see my credentials show that I have a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh. I trained under Doctor Bell himself," if they actually bothered to check that out, I wonder what they would have found in regards to that achievement. But then Doctor Bell probably knew the Doctor already, such was life for the Doctor.

"Let them approach," I peered past the red clothed soldiers to stare at the carriage. There definitely had been a women's voice that had emerged from there. An upperclass voice. The man on the horse shifted slightly with unease, "Captain Reynolds, let them approach," he sighed before allowing us to move closer to the carriage.

My eyebrows nearly disappeared into my hair when I saw the occupant of that particular carriage. I was not expecting to run into this person, "Mary-Anne, Rose," I looked at the Doctor who grinned at us, "Might I introduce Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith," I nodded at that, seeing the woman dressed all in black with a frilly white headdress. Well this was new and slightly more interesting than Sheffield. Queen Victoria on my birthday, hardly something to sniff at.

Rose curtseyed and I followed her, "Rose and Mary-Anne Tyler, ma'am," she said for the both of us, "And you have both of our apologies for being so naked," I nodded at that, better to apologise for that than us getting another barrel in our faces and a possible execution. That would put a dampener on the day.

The Queen hardly batted an eyelid, "I've had five daughters," she announced proudly, "It's nothing to me," she looked at the Doctor, "But you, sir, show me these credentials," the Doctor handed over the psychic paper happily, smug in the knowledge that it would still hold the information that it had given the Captain on the horse. Queen Victoria blinked at the paper before looking up at the Doctor, "But why didn't you say so immediately?" We all frowned, "It clearly states here that you have been appointed by The Lord Provost as my Protector,"

Now that was interesting, and certainly not expected. I shot a narrowed look at the Doctor, I would bet heavily on a subconscious desire of his that we would follow this carriage to wherever it intended to lead us, "Does it?" He inquired innocently, as he took the paper back, "Yes, it does. Good, good," he looked around the surrounding wilderness, "Then let me ask, why is Your Majesty travelling by road when there's a train all the way to Aberdeen," I still couldn't quite adapt to the Scottish accent he was putting on.

Queen Victoria's lips narrowed at that, "A tree on the line," she merely said, "I am the Queen of the United Kingdom, of Great Britain and Ireland. Everything around me tends to be planned. I'm quite used to staring down the barrel of a gun,"

"What, seriously?" Rose looked at her, shocked, "There are people out to kill you?" I had to admit that it came as quite of a shock. This little old lady didn't seem to be much of a target just by looking at her. Even if she was the Queen of all of the UK.

The Queen merely nodded, smiling a little, almost proud that she had survive an assassination attempt but then I supposed that anyone who had would be rather proud of that, "Ma'am," Captain Reynolds appeared behind us, "Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence," he informed the Sovereign, "We've sent word ahead, and he'll shelter us for the night. We'll be able to reach Balmoral tomorrow then," he looked at the three of us despairingly, "Are these three to accompany us?"

"Yes," Queen Victoria agreed and I rocked back and forth in my shoes, "I suspect that nightfall will be coming soon," I let my eyes drift around the landscape, "And there are stories of wolves in these parts as well,"

My head snapped up fast that I nearly cracked my neck, "Wolves?" I looked around the barren landscape quickly, searching for any sight of a wolf, "Where's wolves?" Rose and the Doctor looked at me, "Werewolves?" I inquired innocently. Rose rolled her eyes, and I scowled in her direction, "I'm not going anywhere where there are wolves, I've had enough of them to last a lifetime. I blame you," I told the Doctor, waving my hand in his direction, "Back to the TARDIS then? I wanted to see Ian Drury," I looked at the Queen, trying to stave off the cold chill that had encompassed me, "Apologies, ma'am but I'm not staying anywhere where there is a wolf,"

"I would have thought that you would have gotten over your fear of wolves," the Doctor said, "You've got a wolf protecting you. Kind of wolf, not really, but the sentiment is still there,"

"I know there is nothing on earth that will make me step into a house if there is any mention of a wolf nearby," I answered staring at him, "There isn't much time between when a wolf eventually blows the house down and when it's eating us," I choked back the fear I felt, "Back to the TARDIS, we'd hate to prevent Her Majesty's carriage from continuing onto the house,"

"But you must," the Queen demanded and I swallowed heavily, "Doctor McCrimmon is my Protector while I am in Scotland," I clenched my jaw tightly to stop myself from biting back at her, "Beside they are only fanciful tales intended to scare the children," I folded my arms at that, "But good for the blood, I think," Maybe for her, but I didn't say anything as she tapped the roof of her carriage and commanded the man to, "Drive on!"

I just stood there as the Queen and all her redcoats passed us, "So..." The Doctor grinned brightly, "Onwards then," I stayed stiffly where I was, "Oh come on," he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I don't think that..." I placed a hand over his mouth before he had time to finish his sentence.

"Every time one of us says that 'nothing could possibly go wrong' or 'well this was easy' or even 'there can't possibly be a giant rat in the sewers' then somehow that what we have said suddenly comes into being," I informed him, "And today of all days, I am not risking that, despite your almost mishap," I lowered my hand, "Any mention of a wolf or wolf stories then I will respectfully vacate the room," he nodded, and we continued walking, "Oh good, now for more interesting topics of conversation. Forget Ian Drury, we have a living and breathing monarch,"

"It's funny though," Rose piped up from next to me, "Because when you say assassination, you think of Kennedy and stuff...not her,"

The Doctor looked thoughtful, "1879, she's had...about six attempts on her life," I was surprised at that. Six attempts and she was still alive, that was some impressive survival skills in her closet. The Doctor nudged me, grinning suddenly, "And I tell you what else," he crowed, "We just met Queen Victoria, on your birthday. What a laugh!"

"Something for the history books," I agreed, letting out a wide grin. Despite the mention of there possibly being a chance of being attacked by wolves, the lady made up for it quite a bit, "And she was just sitting there...like a stamp."

Rose giggled, "I want her to say We Are Not Amused," she put on a posh accent, "I bet you both five quid that I can make her say it,"

The Doctor scoffed, "Well if I did that then that would be an abuse of my privileges as a time traveller," he informed both of us.

I inspected my fingernails, "Ten quid?" I offered.

"Done,"

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