Hello everyone who has reads this, first I'd like to introduce myself, my name is Anne, I'm Ashley's sister; or as she calls herself Vampmistress…kind of weird; no offence Sis. Hehe. I'm here because Ashley wanted me to participate in her story. I loved her first two and I actually wanted to start writing my own fanfics but had no idea how to start. So she offered to help her and I accepted. So this chapter's all me, I've been writing while in the hospital; it's been a mess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it; and haven't ruined what my sister's already managed to create, and if it's any good, I'll continue and hopefully write my own stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who…wish I did cause that would be so cool. And I could totally meet David Tennant who is the sexist man alive!!

Lily woke up the next morning to find her neck stiff.

She groaned loudly, blaming various things in her head and verbally.

When she got over the initial feeling of pain, she recognized the bedding under her head was not hers. It was much softer than what she was used to.

Opening her eyes, she was met with stark white walls, for a second she thought she had died. However, she recalled her previous death, and the fact that she was in pain; ruling out the brief notion.

Sitting up she let out another groan, "Uh, shit."

"What?" Came a voice from below her.

"Mm, as in 'what I feel like'…" Lily told him, who was only said that she looked more beautiful then the last time he saw her.

Considering that Lily must have looked exactly as she felt, she knew John was only being nice.

With her hair messed, neck stiff, and back aching she must have been a sight. And if John Fenton could look at her still and with a straight face tell her that she was beautiful, he was definitely a keeper.

And when she wanted to keep him around for a long time.

So when John told her it wasn't necessary for her to talk with her family, she shot him down immediately.

"I'm telling him." She said, pushing back her hair, attempting to comb out the knots with her fingers.

"Lily," John began, to be stopped with a kiss. It wasn't strong or deep, but love was behind it.

Upon releasing, Lily looked into his eyes, giving him a quick peck on the lips once more, "I'm still doing it."

John tried to raise his arms, but he winced with pain, he sighed and smiled up at her.

"Get some rest." Lily told him softly.

He nodded up at her, love shining in his eyes, and that was enough for her.

--

Sweeping her hair up into a ponytail, and pulling it tight. She walked into the console room; she spotted her brother sitting on the tattered yellow jump seat, his back to her, his left hand moving with each stroke of the pen.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

Stephan turned quickly, his book and papers falling to the metal grating, his eyes flashing to her.

"Sorry."

"It's alright." He mumbled, picking up the scattered papers.

Lily crossed the room and knelt down next to him, she had always been jealous of her brother's handwriting, smooth and flawless. While sometimes, she had trouble reading her own scribble.

Not wanting to look long enough to catch anything about time vortexes or micro-anything, she handed the sheets to him.

"Thanks." He said, putting the papers back in order.

Lily smiled, "Your welcome, so what are you doing?" Noting the book on O.N.G: The Organizations of Nano Groundlings.

"Nothing really."

"It's not homework is it? Dad didn't give us anything to research, did he?" Lily asked, slight panic filling her.

Stephan shook his head, "No."

She blew out a breath of relief, "Good."

Without meaning to Lily looked down at the top page,

'Dear Tallulah,

I wish you could have seen the last planet we visited; the sky was the prettiest shade of green…'

"So who's Tallulah?"

Stephan looked down and then back up at her, tying to hide the letter.

"You've been writing to a girl?"

"So what if I have?"

Lily shrugged, "Hey, I was only asking."

They both were silent for a moment.

"Tallulah?" Lily asked the name rolling off her tongue in a pleasant way.

Stephan nodded, "Yeah. Three l's and an h."

"Huh. So where did you two meet?"

"Uh, the coffee house, the one down the way from Gram's."

"Ohhhh." Lily said a smug look on her face.

Stephan looked up at his sister, her drawn out reply making him a tad concerned, "What?"

"So that's where you go when you take your 'walks'." She used air quotes with her fingers emphasizing the word 'walk'.

"Yeah." He said stiffly, "Did you just use air quotes?"

"No." Her eyes shifting.

"Mmhmm."

"When did you two meet." Lily asked changing the subject.

"A couple of months ago, before you and John met."

"Wha--really?" She asked, astonished by this.

"Yeah."

Lily was amazed that her brother, the guy that liked a good secret and loved telling them. Especially ones she told him never to tell their parents. But she would never have guessed that Stephan had a secret crush, writing letters even. While she choose to flaunt her newfound love, Stephan kept it within him, but why?

"Why haven't you said anything?" She decided to asked, "I mean what's with the big mystery?"

Stephan shrugged, not for the lack of an answer, but because he really didn't want to talk to about his possible love life.

"It's just she's…" He had begun, his lips pursed, and his mouth went dry.

"What? She's purple? She's a cannibal? She's a giant snake in a flesh suit?"

Stephan Smith was a young man of 18, going on 19, yet his maturity was that of someone beyond his years. He, like his sister, had grown up rather quickly. He remembered the exact day in which certain things were not as funny as they had been days before. He had been 12 years old when he had watched his sister die. It was undoubtedly the reason for his quickness to put away childish things, and learn to be serious. Not that he didn't enjoy a laugh, he did. But it was the sheer idea of mockery that tended to hit him. He had not made fun of John Fenton, nor found any reason too. And yet, Lily had ridicule someone she had never met.

Pushing aside his increasing anger, Stephan shook his head, "No. She's not purple or eats people, or is a giant snake posing as a human."

Lily's brow rose, "Then what?"

"She's older, okay?" He said with an annoyed huff.

"She's…older?"

He nodded.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean 'That's it?'?"

"Well, I figured that it was something much worse than that, that's all."

"She's a lot older."

Lily sighed, "Not wanting to sound like Mum…"

"Which only means is you are about to." He countered.

"Okay, I'm not trying to be motherly," Lily said again, "But, how much older?"

Stephan looked away and said, "She's 2..." He mumbled the last digit, and tried to hide it by coughing shortly.

"What was that?" Lily inquired, loving to see her brother tortured over such a simple question.

"27, she's 27."

"Oh." Lily said.

"See that's why I didn't want to say anything, now you are going to run off and tell Mum and she's gonna flip out."

"You don't know that for sure."

He gave her a pointed look.

"Okay you do, but I won't say anything."

"Yeah?"

Lily nodded, "Yeah."

He smiled, "Thanks, Lil."

"What are big sisters for?"

Stephan smiled slightly, happy to know his big sister would always be there.

"Stephan?"

Their mother's voice sounded from the hallway.

"Yes?" He answered, sticking the letter in the papers on the book.

"Tell your father, oh hello Lily," Martha smiled at her daughter.

"Hi."

Martha turned back to her son, "Tell your father where the book on O.N.G is."

"Oh, it's in my room, I'll get it."

"What's it doing there?" The Doctor asked, entering the room, his hair sticking up from excessive tugging and running through with his fingers.

"You told me to read it." Stephan told him.

"Oh, well, are you done?"

"No, almost."

"Okay, well, please give it to me when you're done."

"Okay." Stephan got up, "Well, I'm going."

"Mum, Dad; can I talk to you for a minute?" Lily asked getting up to let her brother pass.

Martha took the sweater she had been wearing off and placed it on another coral-like branch, "Of course, boy is it hot in here?"

Lily shook her head, "I'm fine."

The Doctor went over to the console and began tinkering, "I'll see what I can do. Your mother's been experiencing hot flashes."

"No, I..Have..Not." Martha said.

"I did not need to know that." Lily muttered, rubbing her forehead, "I need to talk to you guys."

The Doctor and Martha were not listening, they continued their small argument about Martha's health in the past few days.

"John and I talked last night," Lily continued, "And I think it would be best if I went to live with John for a while."

All conversation stopped.

"What?" Martha asked.

Lily turned away from their confused expressions, "I…John needs care, and he can't be on his own."

"Lily, I don't…" The Doctor was flustered, this couldn't be happening.

"Dad, it'll only be for a little while, I just need to know that he's alright."

Martha and the Doctor met each other's eyes, the feeling of utter fear for losing their daughter growing, they just needed one good excuse; and Lily would stay. But, not one was coming to mind.

"Lily." He mother began.

"Mom, I almost got him killed, and all I wanted was for him to meet you. My world stumbled upon him without even asking him. I…" Tears began to form in her eyes, "I feel so guilty."

Martha came up to her, and placed her hands on her shoulders, "You are not to blame for that, it was a rare accident. I mean Grintri are…"

"Mum, I almost killed him." Lily repeated.

"But, to leave." The Doctor said, his hand gripping the outer rim of the console.

"It's only for a while." Lily hated to repeat herself so much, she hated the look in her father's eyes, she hated her mother's grip on her shoulders as if she was trying to change her mind.

"What if John stays here?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah right." Lily said.

"What?" Her father demanded, "If he's here, then your mother can monitor him, he will be safe here.

Lily sighed stepping away from her mum, "I've already asked him before."

The Doctor looked into her eyes, "You did?" His tone giving away his slight disapproval on her actions.

His daughter nodded her head, ignoring him.

"And he said 'No'. He doesn't want to lose the life he's built here, he has a great job. I can't let him…"

"Well, there you go." The Doctor said taking a step forward, "Even if he goes home, he would have to take a leave from work until he's alright again, right?"

Lily nodded, agreeing with him.

"So if he stays here he can get well, and when he's gotten healthy enough we can set the coordinates and set him back home without ever missing a minute."

The logic was all there, it made perfect sense.

The Doctor and Martha watched as Lily processed his words, she sighed; not noticing her parents anxious manner.

"On one condition."

"Yes?"

"You have to ask him."

Martha looked at her husband, who met her eyes, the only way in keeping his daughter here was to ask John Fenton to stay.

That wasn't too hard, right?

--

The Doctor entered the med bay, his speech had been thought about and rehearsed as he walked down the corridor.

'It would make Lily happy…it would keep Lily here with her family. No, no, leave that part out; he'd probably use that to our disadvantage. Just keep it nice and simply, tell him that Lily was right; this is a time machine and it would be as if nothing had changed. Then he could leave…with Lily--No not with Lily…just tell him that…"

John sat up, with slight difficulty as the Doctor came into the room. 'Should I call him 'Doctor'? Mr. Smith? Mr. Doctor Smith?

As both men tried to figure out the jumble in their heads, the silence lingered. Neither met each other's eyes, as one tried not to hate the other for trying to steal his daughter while the young doctor tried to figure out what to address his future father-in-law.

'Wait, what?'

"How are you feeling, John?" The Doctor asked, breaking the ice first.

John nodded his head, "Been better, but definitely alive, so big plus there."

The Doctor wondered if he should smile and chuckle or remain still; he chose the latter.

Sensing the Doctor's lack of amusement, John decided to say, "I guess Lily talked to you."

The Doctor nodded, "Yes, and I have to disagree with her."

"Figured you would."

The Time Lord nodded again.

"I told her it was a bad idea, but she didn't listen to me; she tends to forgo listening when she's on one of her rants."

The Doctor smiled this time, knowing full well of his daughter's rants. She got that from him, the lack of listening as well. "Wait," His smile left, "You told her it was a bad idea?"

John nodded, "Yeah, I mean it seemed kind of pointless for me to go home. Not to invite myself, which it seems like I did, but I figured the Tardis was a time machine; I could go back when I was healthy. Besides, I would jus have to stay home and recoup, missing work and all that. This way, I could be with Lily and Lily could stay here."

The sense was all there, it made perfect logic.

"So, you'd be willing to stay here?" The Doctor asked.

His head moved in an agreeing motion, "If it was alright with you and Mrs. Smith?"

"Of course." The Doctor said, moving close enough to shake the young man's hand.

"By the way, how should I address you? I mean…"

The Doctor smiled, "Doctor, just Doctor."

"Okay then, Doctor."

Both men smiled, and another member was welcomed to the Tardis.

"Welcome aboard."

This John Fenton might not be as bad as he thought he would be.

Now be honest, how was it? Did it suck, was it good…amazing, the best piece of writing you have ever read. Come on, my ego needs stroking!!