Ok, I'm going to say two things: One, there is one part left to this. It's gotten a bit away from me, but it needed to, so I'm okay with it. Two, there are even more hints about who Lily is. I could go on, but I won't. Just read.

.14.

Twilight

Part Five

The four men are fighting. It reminds me of that scene in The Hobbit where the trolls are trying to figure out what to do with Bilbo Baggins. Actually, I think they were fighting about how to cook him. Actually, I really don't remember. Actually, why am I thinking about this right now? They're talking about killing me! Or converting me, and that just does not sound pleasant.

"Think about it," Vladimir is saying. "Think of how much more powerful we can be with her as one of us."

Cleft Chin is shaking his head. "We'll be cursed."

Stefan slaps Cleft Chin on the back. "You still believe in that bullocks, Dragos? No one can stop the Storm."

"But the prophecy…" Dragos starts.

"Is just a story," Stefan insists. "So we feast on her and then, boom, no more prophecy. So let's stop standing here yammering about it and do something."

Vladimir holds up a hand. "We're not going to feast on her."

The last unnamed guy, with a big forehead and nose, cracks his knuckles. "Are we feasting, killing, or converting? I don't care which. She smells too delectable to just let her lie there, staring at us."

Oops.

Four pairs of eyes turn to me. I gulp. Two pairs of eyes regard me with hunger, another with hatred, and the last with interest. This really doesn't bode well for me.

"Uh," I stammer. "Do I get a say in this?"

"No," all four answer.

"Darn."

They continue fighting about what they're going to do with me. I know I should be taking some interest, but at this point they're talking so fast, overlapping each other, and it's impossible to follow along.

Either way, I'm going to die.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. How do you prepare yourself for impending death? I have no idea. It's not like I've ever died before. I think of my friends back in my world. I wonder if they miss me or even know I'm gone. I think of Daniel. Am I still technically his girlfriend? I don't even know. This is a whole different universe, so I don't think my infidelity is an issue. Either way, I'm never going to see him again.

I think of Michael. But I don't want to think of him. That hurts too much. I'd never see him against whether I live or die here.

So, naturally, I think of the Doctor. Of 10 and 11 and this weird thing we have going on. And, for some reason, I think of River Song. I think of the first thing she said to me at The Library. She called me her best friend.

But I've only met her once.

I smile. I have to get out of this. I have to. Somehow River Song becomes my best friend. And that hasn't happened yet. I've only met her twice. So I live. Right?

Time can change…

…But wouldn't my death here be a paradox?

All this philosophy is making my head hurt.

"Ahem."

I startle, turning my head left. But there is no one there. So who just cleared their throat?

"Over here, dumb ass," someone whispers. Wait. I know that voice. I crane my neck to look down a bit and I see her. Or, well, I see me. Future Me is a muddy mess and her hair is messy but she's grinning. I do have a pretty smile. Yay for my orthodontist. Future Me is wearing the same exact outfit that I am right now. I notice a blaster strapped to her hip. Interesting. I get some fire power!

I raise an eyebrow. "So… I save myself?"

Future Me peaks around the stone bed I'm laying on, then ducks away. "Was there any doubt?" Future Me jokes. She pulls the Doctor's sonic screwdriver out of her pocket.

But she doesn't do anything with it.

"Uh, are you gonna set me free?" I ask after a couple seconds.

Future Me shushes me, crawling up towards my wrist. My left wrist. "I have to wait for the right moment."

"Which is…when?"

"In about… three, two, one."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for the Cave of Wonders, not the Cave of Storm."

The Doctor!

It was a lame line, but it fills me with such happiness. Just seeing that grinning face makes this day much better.

And then I hear the sonic whirring.

I whip my head back to Future Me. "Wait, how do we get here?" I ask.

Future Me stops sonicing and gives me a blank look. "Uhh… Ethan and Kyle track down the Tardis. The Doctor will figure it out. I don't really understand, actually. There were a lot of confusing words involved."

And with that, Future Me frees my left wrist from the shackle. As soon as it pops open, my body is covered in electricity and heat.

And I fall to the mahogany floor.

Catching my breath, I look up. Red fabric blocks my vision. I'm back in the glass house, in the big room with the red curtain wall and the large sectional sofa.

"When this is over, you are going to find a way to take me back to my world," Past Me is whispering. "I don't care about the paradoxes involved. I'm not dealing with you or any of this shit anymore. I want to go home."

I rub my eyes. Really, I have to live this part again?

The sound of flesh slapping flesh. "You stupid git!" Donna shrieks. I don't remember her saying this, but then again, I wasn't exactly paying attention at the time. "How could you do that?"

A door slams. Damn, that was an impressive exit…

Shaking my head, I crawl to my feet in time to see the Doctor run for the door. Donna catches his arm just as he touches the doorknob. "No," she orders. "Give her time. If you go to her right now, she's going to skin you alive."

My heart is pounding. This isn't one of the better moments to re-live. I'm trembling a bit, but I have to put it past me. I have to focus on saving… myself.

Ethan is already looking at me. So is Kyle and the girls. Oh, right, they can smell me. Donna and the Doctor are oblivious to their confusion, still arguing

"She's right, you know," I say. The Doctor and Donna turn to me, shocked. I give a sheepish grin. "Plus, it'll create a paradox and no one likes that."

"What?" the Doctor looks at me and then the door. "What?"

"What?" Donna echoes.

I roll my eyes and try to act nonchalant. "Vortex manipulator." I hold up my wrist.

The Doctor's face clears of confusion. Donna's does not. The Doctor steps towards me. "How far ahead are you?"

I shrug. "I don't exactly know. I got knocked out, then woke up in a cave. Well," I squint, looking up toward my left and trying to picture the sequence of events. "I got abducted by Stefan, brought to the other members of the Storm, was told I have two souls, killed one of the Storm (the ginger one), and then got knocked out and woke up in a cave, where I was chained to a rock, and the four remaining members of the Storm were talking about whether to kill me, convert me, or feast on me. Then Future Me showed up, then you showed up, Doctor, and said something really cheesy, and then Future Me released me and here I am!"

By the end of my little speech, the words were just a jumble.

The Doctor grasps my arms. "You killed someone?"

Figures. He would focus on that. "He was trying to kill me. I just… got to him first."

"How?"

I tear my arms out of his grasp. "That's not the most important thing right now, Doctor. We need to find me. Or, well, we need to find Past Me so that we can save me." I frown. "Time travel really messes up grammar."

Ethan leaps over the couch and lands in a crouch before us. "You are the Dual Souled?" His voice is full of awe.

I shrug. "That's what Vladimir said." I start to giggle. "I still can't believe his name is Vladimir. How lame is that?" Oops, I think I'm starting to lose it a little. I clear my throat, drawing imaginary patterns on the rug with my toe.

"What is the Dual Souled?" the Doctor asks, putting on his glasses. Interested and confused, he pulls out his sonic screwdriver and starts running it all up and down me.

I bat at him, but he keeps sonicing me. "Apparently one of three people who will break the Storm. Some lame prophecy."

Donna marches to us, Kyle not far behind. The eterziel girls are just watching us, confused.

"The Dual Souled, the Last One, and the Spirit will break the Storm," Kyle says, walking around me. "They will drop from the sky in the blue box and peace shall reign in Twilight."

The Doctor stops sonicing to share a look with Donna. "She does have two souls," he confirms.

I step away from everyone, who's now observing me like they're crazy scientists and I'm a lab rat.

Donna, thankfully, takes my side. "That's ridiculous. How can someone have two souls?"

"I have no idea," the Doctor takes off the glasses and sticks them in his pocket. "But she does. Well, souls aren't exactly the correct term. Think of it as life energy, something that can absorb memories, instincts, feelings, all that. Lily has two sets of life energy. One is very dormant, however."

I shake my head. "This is insane. Two sets of life energy? How is that scientifically possible?"

The Doctor puts his hand on my shoulder. "It isn't." Then his eyes light up. "Oh, no, it is. I've seen it. It's happened to us, actually."

"Us?" I ask, hesitant.

He nods. "I can't tell you about it. I don't think it's happened for you yet."

I groan. "Can you give me a hint? Maybe it's something I already know, but just, you know, haven't experienced."

The Doctor hesitates, then shakes his head. "All that I can tell you is that you kept telling me that it wasn't supposed to be you there. It was supposed to be… someone else."

I grab the lapels of his suit jacket. "Then you can give me a hint! Because obviously I already know about it!"

"I can't. You made me promise. All I can tell you is that it's very early on for… this regeneration."

I think. What happened very early in 10's regeneration? The Christmas Invasion (Sycorax? Is that right?). The Girl in the Fireplace. No, there was something before that… Oh, what was it? Something to do with that flat lady… what was her name? The last human. Or the episode with Giles, the one in the school? Wasn't Sarah Jane in that one? Or, wait, wasn't there one to do with a werewolf?

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on?" Donna interrupts my train of thought.

I drop the Doctor's jacket. Whatever the thought was that tried to occur is gone. "Right. Ok. Not important right now. By the way," I point at the Doctor. "I'm still mad at you. After you help me rescue myself and we're safe on the Tardis, we are SO having a conversation."

"Oi!" Donna says, full of sass as always. "What is this prophecy thing?"

Kyle raises his hand. "I can explain." I turn to him, arms crossed. He closes his eyes, concentrating. "Thousands of years ago, the prophecy was foretold that three people—the Dual Souled, the Last One, and the Spirit—will come to Twilight in an impossible blue box and free us all from the terror of the Storm."

He pauses. We all wait for more, leaning towards him. He shrugs. "That's basically it. No one could figure it out. There has never been a creature on Twilight with two souls. There have been plenty of creatures who are the last of their kind, but they've all since been eradicated. And the Spirit, well, there are spirits all around us."

The Doctor scratches the back of his neck. "Well, there are many ways the prophecy can be deciphered, but it depends on your perspective. Now, I don't believe in prophecies, me, but in this case, the meaning rather obvious, I think."

Donna rolls here eyes. "Enlighten us."

I start talking first, having already given it some thought. "The blue box is obviously the Tardis." The Doctor nods in agreement. "And you're the Last One, Doctor. The last of your kind. I apparently have two souls, which is the stupidest thing I've heard today—and I met a soul sucking vampire named Vladimir, so it's been a hell of a day. No pun intended." No one gets my lame attempt at a vampire joke. So I just shrug. "But, if we're taking all this literally, who's the spirit?"

The Doctor looks at Donna. I follow his gaze, though I don't quite get it.

Donna, arms crossed, gives us a sour look. "What? What are you two staring at me for?"

"She is very spirited," the Doctor says.

I wince. "That's a silly interpretation."

"Oh, I'm the Spirit?" Donna points to herself. The Doctor nods. I just shrug. "What does that mean?"

The Doctor smiles. "It means you have a brilliant personality."

Donna rolls her eyes.

"Anyway," I interrupt this odd moment. "I think I'm about to be kidnapped. So, we should be coming up with a plan to rescue me. And can I just say that this is a strange conversation to have?"

The Doctor clears his throat and claps his hands once. "Right! So we need a plan. Ethan! Kyle!" The two eterziel, who had dazed looks on their faces, clearly not following the conversation we just had, snap to attention. "Where is the nearest cave?"

Kyle is the one to answer. "Not far from here. Perhaps a five minute run. Well, an eterziel run, so… a days walk for you?"

I groan. "We don't have a day."

"Simple," the Doctor answers with a brilliant smile. "Can you track any type of energy?"

Ethan raises his chin. "Of course."

"Then you can help us find the Tardis." The Doctor, pacing now, spins to face the whole group.

"And for those of us who don't follow along?" Donna asks.

"Artron energy," the Doctor answers. "They can track the high levels of artron energy to take us back to the Tardis, then I can hone the Tardis to Past Lily's vortex manipulator, which should give off enough vortex energy to track, and we can land near Past Lily."

"Akon energy?" I ask.

The Doctor rolls his eyes and gives the following explanation so fast I can barely follow along. "Artron energy. Artron energy is a source of energy in Tardises. The materialization of a Tardis causes a massive displacement of artron energy. This energy is vital in the running of a Tardis and if it runs down to 90% it would mean even backup power is unavailable." I give him a blank look. He sighs, exasperated. "It's spacey-wacey. It powers the Tardis. They can track it. We can get back to the Tardis and rescue Past Lily."

"And what about the Storm?" I ask.

The Doctor's eyes go dark. "I'm going to have a bit of a chat with them."

Ok, so, getting to the Tardis was actually really easy. I wish the Doctor had thought of this sooner. Kyle and Ethan took one whiff once we got outside and lead us right to her. Thank god.

And, yay, special bonus, I have a weapon now! After a not so brief conversation (read: argument) with the Doctor about how I saw myself with a gun and how I'd be safer with one, in case the Storm tries to attack me, he (very, very begrudgingly and after, I kid you not, a fifteen minute lecture about how horrible guns are and how violence is not the answer and how we should try to reason with the Storm first instead of blasting their heads off, which, by the way, is my first instinct…anyway, he) let Kyle give me an awesome gun called a Alpha Meson pistol. Apparently is disintegrates your target, which, honestly, sounds so cool and so scary. Actually, it looks exactly like the one I came here with, the one the Master shot out of my hand about a billion years ago. Nope, not gonna think about this coincidence too much. There is enough stuff in my head to last about fifty lifetimes.

"How come she gets a weapon and I don't?" Donna's complaining as the Doctor runs around the Tardis console, pulling levers and setting the honing device (which has a much fancier name that I forgot right after he said it).

"Because you'll probably shoot my head off without a thought," the Doctor says. He stops running and pats his face. "I like this head. I'd like to keep if for a while." He grins, winks, then stats running again.

Nope, I'm not blushing. Not at all.

Ethan and Kyle are still standing near the door. "It's bigger on the inside," they're both mumbling.

I walk up between them and put my arms on their shoulders. "Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up: it's basically like a different dimension. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Tardis. It travels through time and space. It can also change it's form to blend in with whatever time period or planet it's on, but, well, the chameleon circuit broke, so it just… scans the area and turns into a blue box. You know, Doctor," I turn around and skip towards him, only stumbling a few times from the shaky journey. "She told me you could fix that chameleon circuit if you just hotbind in the fragment links and supersede the binary flux, then jumpstart the twelve-dimensional scanner while holding the …" I gasp, clutching at my head. A hot, blinding pain slashes behind my eyes.

"What?" the Doctor asks, as the Tardis lands with a bump.

The pain disappears as quickly as it was gone. "Sorry, nothing. Never mind." I blink a couple times. "What was I saying?" I lean against the console. The familiar prickle tingles up my arm, as if the Tardis is trying to see if I'm ok. I pat the console, letting her know that I'm fine.

Wait… what?

The Doctor watches me carefully. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy," I smile. "Let's go save myself!"

After another second of staring at me, the Doctor nods, grinning. "Right! So, Ethan, Donna, Lily, and I will sneak into the cave. I'll create a diversion so Lily can save her past self."

I snort. "Right, cause that's an infallible plan. And what about Kyle? Shouldn't he get a job?"

Donna gives me a strange look. "Who's Kyle?"

"Uh, he's right there," I spin around, pointing.

But he isn't there.

There's only Ethan.

My jaw drops. "What? He was right there?"

"Who was?" Ethan asks, looking behind himself.

"Kyle was!"

"There was never a Kyle," Donna says.

I spin to her. "Yes, there was. You were freaking out over him, trying to jump his bones. He's the one who let us into the house!"

Ethan walks towards us. "I let you in the house."

"Yeah," Donna says. "And I didn't try to jump anyone. You were the one who tried to jump Ethan."

My mind just exploded. I swear to god, there is Lily brain splattered all over the Tardis now.

I turn to the Doctor, my jaw working up and down, but I'm not making a sound. His face is dark, knowing, but he doesn't say anything.

"Please," I whisper. "Please tell me I'm not going crazy."

He grips my shoulder. "You're not crazy, Lily." Thank god. "We don't have time to figure it out right now."

"This isn't the first time this has happened," I explain, the words tripping over each other. "This happened on Atlantis. Or, well, for you it is going to happen. There was an Ood and then there wasn't and no one remembered him." I start gasping for breath. "Is it the crack in Amy's bedroom wall? It could be, but that was closed, I've been to the future and the crack is closed, so everything is fine, but I wasn't there when the crack closed, and this is technically the past, so the crack isn't closed yet. But why is the crack in the wall chasing me? It chases Amy, not me."

The Doctor gives me a hard shake. "Lillian," he says. "Calm down."

My eyes must be so wide. "How can you tell me to calm down when people keep on disappearing around me?"

He leans in and presses his forehead to mine. I automatically think of 11 and I start to blush. "We'll figure it out, but first we have to rescue you." The Doctor pulls me into a tight embrace. "All right?"

I nod against his shoulder. "Yeah," I tell his neck. "Sorry. It's been one of those days."

He gently pushes me away, releasing me. He hands me his sonic screwdriver. "It's on the proper setting. Just point and press the button."

I nod again, taking a deep breath. "Right. So, let's rescue me."

Crawling into the cave is almost too easy. For a bunch of super-scenting soul sucking vampires, they don't sense us at all as I crawl to the stone bed that Past Me is cuffed to. The Doctor is waiting in a different tunnel, giving me a few seconds to save Past Me.

Past Me is watching the Storm fight about whether to kill me. Past Me is also sweating more than I remember and the mud on my hiking boots is still wet. As soon as she starts to smile, I clear my throat.

"Ahem."

Past Me startles, turning her head left. But she's not looking at me. I'm closer to her feet.

"Over here, dumb ass," I whisper. She cranes her neck. The relief in her eyes when she sees me makes me grin. This is so cool. And so weird.

Past Me raises an eyebrow. Yup, it looks as cool as I always imagined it to be. "So… I save myself?"

I peak around the stone bed, checking on the Storm. I duck back down. "Was there any doubt?" I joke. I pull the Doctor's sonic screwdriver out of my pocket, but it's not time yet. Come on, Doctor. Just step out so that I can free Past Me.

"Uh, are you gonna set me free?" she asks after a couple seconds.

I shush her, crawling forward so I'm right next to her left wrist. "I have to wait for the right moment."

"Which is…when?"

"In about… three, two, one."

The Doctor steps out from a tunnel. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for the Cave of Wonders, not the Cave of Storm."

Yup, still lame. I shake my head. He could have done better than that. I start to sonic the cuff, but it's not coming undone. Grr.

Past Me whips her head back to me. "Wait, how do we get here?" she asks.

I stop sonicing. How, indeed. "Uhh… Ethan and Kyle track down the Tardis. The Doctor will figure it out. I don't really understand, actually. There were a lot of confusing words involved."

The shackle pops free finally. A second later, Past Me disappears in blue static.

Welp. That's done.

Staying ducked down, I focus on the Doctor's conversation with the Storm. He's apparently trying to convince them to leave and stop hurting people for no reason. I roll my eyes. He clearly doesn't know them. They revel in the violence.

"Where did she go?" Dragos exclaims.

Grasping the pistol and pulling it out of the awesome leather holster, I pop up from behind the stone, grinning. The Doctor gives me an exasperated look. He had told me to leave as soon as I freed Past Me. Yeah. Right. Ok.

"You know, for a bunch of eterziel who are supposed to have these great senses, you guys really suck," I say, lifting up the gun and training it on them. Ok, not the best witty saying, but my inner Buffy seems to be failing a bit. One of those days, you know?

"Lily," the Doctor growls. "I told you to leave."

"Puh-lease." The look I give him matches my playful tone. "I'm not about to miss out on a spot of vengeance. Who do you think I am, sweetie?" The last word out of my mouth confuses me, but I shake my head and continue on. "Besides, they were going to kill me."

"Actually," Unnamed Storm Guy says. "We were going to convert you."

I glare at him. "Oh, because that is so much better." I point the gun at him and shoot. He disintegrates into ash.

Awesome.

The Doctor, on the other hand, does not share my glee. He cries out. "What are you doing?"

The three remaining Storm members or whatever their called crouch down, growling at me.

I toss my hair over my shoulder. "You can't reason with them, Doctor. It's part of their nature to torture."

"But they can be so much more," the Doctor insists. "Look at Ethan and Kyle!"

I switch my glare to the Doctor. "I can't look at Kyle. He's disappeared and no one except you and me remember him."

Rule number one when trying to shoot someone: don't take your eyes off the target.

All three members of the Storm come after me in that blur of movement. Two of them, Stefan and Dragos, are stopped suddenly by Ethan, who, hissing, has them by the throats, pinning them to the ground.

Vladimir, however, has ME by the throat. He slams me into the wall. The gun falls from my hand, a random shot bursting against a far wall. I make a sound close to a gluck, and scratch at his wrist.

But he's not trying to kill me.

"You'll make a spectacular eterziel," he growls into my ear.

I can't make a witty retort. His hand is nearly breaking my throat.

Vladimir rears back, exposing fangs. I want to laugh, actually, because even for soul suckers, they have fangs. He doesn't go for my neck, though. Even as my vision is darkening slightly at the corners, I recognize where he's heading. My third eye chakra. His lips plaster against my forehead and I immediately start to feel weak, as if the energy is, well, being sucked out of me.

Because it is.

Not just energy. Like a movie, my life flashes before my eyes, so fast I can only catch certain images. The costume party with Daniel. Senior prom. A birthday cake with eleven candles. Eating ice cream on a beach. The Doctor in The Library, confused. The other Doctor crying, pressing a sonic screwdriver into my hand.

But then it's over. The hand releases my throat and, knees weak, I fall to the ground. I blink, gazing up at the scene. The Doctor. I see him rear up for a strike, a rock in his hand, and then I black out.