Thank you for all your reviews, once again. They really help me in deciding what people want to see in the future chapter. And some of you seem to want to slap Rose, well it's not in this chapter...

To anyone who recieved A Level exam results yesterday here in the UK, hope you did well in them. I'm leaving for Uni next month and that's a weird prospect in itself. To anyone else who's recieved exam results anywhere else in the world, I hope you did well in them also.

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Father's Day: Part 3

I quickly tackled Rose to the ground, hitting the concrete pavement as the creature swooped overhead, only just missing us. I looked at Rose, "Consider us even," I scrambled up, seeing another creature appear high above church, "Doctor?!" I looked at the man who was pushing the wedding party towards the entrance of the church. I grabbed Rose, pushing her towards the group. I caught sight of Mum in the pack, her hair curled and crimped, and she was stuffed into a salmon pink dress. Blimey, and I thought that day wouldn't get any worse.

"Everyone inside the church, now!" the Doctor shouted, as guests crowded at the entrance, coming out rather than staying inside, "No!" he bellowed at them, "Stay in there! Don't come out," the creatures suddenly swooped down, their arms outstretched, and bearing down upon us. The guests at the church's entrances instantly screamed and scattered, making the creatures pick off those that were on the fringes. I saw the vicar get eaten as he stood there and the Doctor bellowed, "IN!" forcing all of us to run inside the church, and I helped him slam the doors shut, bolting them down.

"What the hell are those things?" I demanded of the Doctor as we leant against the door. The wedding guests were all shouting at each other, coming up with theories. Bev, my mother's best friend who she spent nearly half her life on the phone with, was looking a lot younger than I had ever seen her, and was babbling something about Judgement Day, while my blessed Mother was insisting that it was a joke. I looked back at the Doctor, "What are they?"

"They're called Reapers," he answered me, and swallowed, looking away from me, "And they pretty much do what their name suggests," he patted the door, breathing heavily, "They can't get in through here, old walls and doors," a Reaper passed the window, screeching, "If they're from outside of time..." he sighed, rubbing his forehead, "The older something is, the stronger it is... which is why this church is so good. They can't get through by physical force. What else?" there was a loud screech from the other end of the church, "Check the other doors!" he ordered the guests, all of whom sprung into action, scurrying around the church like rather loud church mice, "Move!"

Of course, one person didn't do as she was told and followed the Doctor as he went to close the other doors, "But what are they?" Mum said to him, clutching the arm of his coat, pulling him back so he was looking at her, "What's happening! What were those things?"

Surprisingly, the Doctor decided to humour my Mother, probably because he was busy trying to save the world...again. And she wasn't actually trying to slap the hell out of him, "There's been an accident with time," he explained to her, and I let out a chuckle, throwing a look at Rose. An accident with time, that was fine with me. Even if it was a pretty loose definition of the word: accident. The Doctor heard my reaction, and corrected himself, "A wound in time. They're called Reapers, and they act like bacteria, taking advantage of the wound, streaming in from outside time,"

Mum scoffed at him, instantly back to being completely antagonistic towards the Doctor. Maybe times weren't so different from 2006, perhaps it was a fixed point that the Doctor and Mum would never get along together or even be remotely friendly with each other. I really wouldn't be surprised if that would be the case, "What's that mean?" she insisted, folding her arms, clearly annoyed, "What does time mean? What are you jabbering on about time for?"

"Oh, I should have known that you might the one to argue, Jackie," the Doctor snapped at her, looking inside a cupboard. His voice clearly bordered on getting very irritated, and I sat down on one of the aisle seat, watching the argument between them unfold; "I am sick and tired of you complaining all the time. I personally don't have the time to be dealing with your demands at the moment, so if you would sit down like I know you can..."

"What are you on about?" she got in his face, and I could tell by the sudden tensing of his jaw, the Doctor was getting very close to the breaking point, "How do you know my name?" she asked, "I've never met you before in my life!"

"No," he agreed with her, "And you won't ever know me if I don't sort this problem out without any interruptions from other people that make my life very difficult," he glared down at her, "Now if you don't mind, I've waited a very long time to do this," he stepped up to her, "Jackie Tyler, do as I say! Go and check the other doors," I watched in amazement as Mum's eyes widened before running off to do exactly as she was told. I stared at the Doctor in amazement. He had got to teach me how to do that. He smiled over to me, "I should have done that ages ago,"

"That...was amazing," I informed him, still staring at the spot, "You have got to do that to her the next time we see her..." he grinned at me, "I think that's probably the first time I've actually seen her shut up voluntarily. If I find a suitable medal, I will give it to you. You would have earned it,"

"Excuse me," I saw Stuart Hoskins walk towards us. Blimey, it was turning out to be like This Is Your Life. This was getting very, very surreal, "My dad was out there, he sort of vanished...With those things. Is he?" he looked into the Doctor's eyes and then looked down when he realised that his Dad was likely dead. Except that hadn't happened in reality, but another Dad had died because Rose had saved her own. And Sonny Hoskins wasn't supposed to die for another fifteen years, "Oh my God,"

"I'm sorry," the Doctor offered him, "But you have to mourn him later, because right now there are hundreds of those things outside trying to get in and we've got to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive long enough so that we can get everyone back," Stuart stared to say something but the Doctor cut straight through him, "There is nothing I can do for him,"

"I know," Stuart swallowed heavily at that, "But he had this telephone thing..." he held up a huge brick of a phone. I stared at it with amusement, oh the things that they used to have in the old days, and they thought that this was cutting edge technology, "Paid a huge fortune to get it, and I thought we could phone the police with it. But I can't get it to work," he handed the phone to the Doctor, who turned it over in his hands, "I keep getting this voice..."

The Doctor held the phone up to his ear, before smiling, "That's the very first phone call," he informed us, before throwing the phone over to me, and I placed it to my ear, hearing the Scottish voice on the other end calling for someone called Watson, "Alexander Graham Bell!" he turned serious as he looked at Stuart, "I don't think the telephone is going to be much use. The police can't help us now, no one can," he checked another door, "Nothing in the universe can harm those things," he turned towards us and I knew that he was talking to Rose, because she was bordering on breaking out into tears, "Time is damaged, and they've come to sterilise the wound..." he hesitated, "By consuming everything inside,"

I let out an audible sigh at that, watching Rose carefully, "Well..." I spoke up, placing my feet on another chair, leaning back, "This is rather an interesting predicament, isn't it Rose?" she looked at me, "So we're stuck in this church, basically waiting for those things to break down these walls, and when they do...we'll all be eaten and thrown out of time itself," I smiled sarcastically at her, "How very interesting," I stood up, "I do hope you're happy with this,"

"It's not my..." I looked at her silently; the Doctor had already disappeared in the back of the church, barricading all the doors. But there was nothing that we could say properly to each other, not with Pete standing so close to us, "Is this my fault?"

I shrugged, "Take a wild guess, Rose," I dug my hands into the pockets of my jacket, walking away from her, and towards the back of the church where the Doctor was running his screwdriver over the hinges of the door, "So we've got a problem concerning time, and every second that we waste, those things will eventually break down the walls..." he nodded slowly, and I looked out of the window, "And the TARDIS's interior is missing as well so we've got to solve that as well. Is there anything else that you've neglected to tell us? I don't know...we've only got thirty minutes left?"

"It doesn't matter how much time we've got till the Reapers completely sterilise the wound," he replied, "All that really matters is that they will eventually get in here, and when that happens I can't do anything. I'm without the TARDIS and I have no idea what to do other than to guard the doors," he looked over to where Rose was sitting on a pew, "You're going to have to forgive her, she does regret doing it now," I was silent, "Why don't you just..."

"I'm only forgiving her when she apologises to me," I interrupted him, leaning forward and resting on my knees, "She knew what I felt about coming here in the first place. She knew everything and yet she still did it, and I have to hear her apologise to me for what she said, and I want to hear her apologise to you for doing it. I understand why she did it, doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm human, sue me,"

Pete came over to us, "There's smoke coming up from the city but no sirens," he told us and I looked away from him pointedly, "I don't think it's just us, those things must be over the whole of the city," he shrugged, "I don't know, over the whole world?" I looked out of the window, frowning when I saw the same car that was supposed to run him over, before it disappeared in a blaze of golden light. I shared a look with the Doctor, although he probably had worked something out in his head, "Was that a car?" Pete inquired, frowning out of the window.

I kept my eyes on the Doctor as he straightened up, "It's not important," he told my father, "Don't worry about it," he quickly left and I stood up, not wanting to stay with Pete for any longer than I had to. However, he caught my wrist just as I passed next to him.

"Can we talk?" he asked me, and I raised my eyebrows, "I didn't get your name...Rose..."

"My name is Mary-Anne, but only the Doctor calls me that," I said tightly, "Everyone else calls me Alice," he looked at me, "And I would rather that we not...talk," I grimaced slightly, wanting and needing to get away as fast as I could, "Very bad history, so I'm asking nicely...back off,"

"I just think that you're being a little harsh with her," he informed me, and I folded my arms, leaning against a post as I watch him, "I think she's feeling a little lonely with you and your bloke..." he gestured in the direction of the Doctor, "He isn't talking to her either. And with those things outside, we might not have a lot of time. She's supposed to be your friend..."

I cleared my throat, "She's my sister," I stated bluntly, and I saw his eyes widen slightly at that information, "And I think I retain the right to be as annoyed as I like towards her, because I am a family member and actually know the whole story not just the tiny bit that you apparently have," I smiled sarcastically, "Of course, you could always get her to apologise to me, and then we can discuss being friendly to each other once again," I shrugged, straightening up, "Families...they always mess you up in the head a little. Goodbye,"

I moved past him, walking over to look out of the window at the other end of the church. I wanted to just get my head completely clear from all this family stress, which appeared to be the main problem about this whole situation. Rose and I had our parents together, for once, not that they knew it, and me and her weren't talking to each other at all. And there were these creepy Grim Reapers outside wanting to eat all of us. I was all for excitement and adventure, but I did have to add that family might have to be taken out of the schedule. Thank God Mum didn't want to take a step into the TARDIS, which was quickly becoming my worst nightmare.

I looked at the window, before leaning in closer when I caught a glimpse of something behind me. I stared carefully at the glass, seeing the faint outline of a person. The same man I had seen earlier in the bathroom. And I still couldn't make out his face. Great, on top of everything else, I was hallucinating as well. That was just bloody brilliant. I really didn't need this, I needed to concentrate on the matter at hand, not go thinking that I've gone completely insane.

"All right?" I jumped when a hand clapped down onto my shoulder and I turned to look at the Doctor, "Sorry," he apologised, "You were off in your own little world now, needed someway of getting you back down to Earth," he looked over to Stuart and Sarah, "What happens to them?"

"Hmm?" I thought back, "Oh, it's a girl. They call her Rhiannon; she grew up on and around the estate. Was rather good friends with Rose, actually, up until a point," I sighed, "They were married last time I remember, never argue together, always very happy with their lot in life. It's not a fast life or a particularly dangerous one, but it's comfortable. It's different. I don't know whether I could live a life like that," I frowned, "Why did you ask me?"

"I promised to try and save them," he replied, and I tilted my head, "I have an idea but...there's no way that I could manage it without the TARDIS," I wrapped him in a hug, knowing that the loss of his ship was likely a reason for his growing agitation, "If we fix the damage the TARDIS will come back, but the trouble is that..."

"We need the TARDIS to repair the damage," I finished off his sentence, nodding and understanding what he was wanting the TARDIS for. There was another reason which I don't think he would have said even if I asked him. Without his ship he couldn't go anywhere, he couldn't, "Vicious circle we're locked into," I sighed, "I wish there was something I could do to help you. I'm being a bit useless, sorry,"

"You're doing fine," he assured me, his arms tightening around my middle slightly, "Now I have to make sure that the Reapers can't get in at all," he straightened up, "I'll talk to you soon, don't start a fight with anyone,"

I laughed, "Who can I start a fight with?" I questioned, "I've already pissed off the people that are on my list so they're not coming near me," I turned around and was met with Rose, "Perhaps I stand corrected," I folded my arms, "Yes?"

She swallowed, "He knows..." she your document here...

It's odd posting these chapters now when I've already written ahead, looking back on what I wrote then, changing stuff around which doesn't fit or doesn't work.

Cna't wait to start putting up the chaptrs for The Empty Child though. That's mainly due to Jack, and the gas mask zombies always used to really creep me out as a child.

Although on the other hand, I have finally found out the broadcast date for the first episode of Series 7: 1st September, so very pleased at that, even though there's only 5 episodes this year, not including Christmas.

Also what do people think of River Song?

See you tomorrow!