There was tension. Not a lot; but it was there.

It had been a few weeks, after she and the Doctor 'ran' away. While Rose seemed a little miffed at them, she didn't seem angry. Well as far as she knew.

Which was good, Cara hated to having been a dependence on the Doctor already, she didn't want it to affect his friend too. Still it was rather hard to talk to Rose.

The TARDIS began flickering her lights angrily at her. "Alright, alright relax." Cara grumbled. "I'm going. I'm going…" she said, walking towards the console room.

"I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar, the first anti-gravity Olympics, Caesar crossing the Rubicon or…Ian Dury at the Top Rank, Sheffield, England, Earth, 21st November, 1979."

"I have no idea, what you just said." Cara said, walking in. "What's an Ian Dury?"

"You don't know?!" Rose and the Doctor cried, staring at her wide eyed. "No…" Cara said slowly, staring at them. "Am I meant to?"

"Sheffield it is!" Rose said, grinning at Cara, making her smile. Maybe she was starting to warm up to her. "You're gonna love it."

"Hold on tight." The Doctor said, pulling a lever down. Making them all lurch forwards, Cara gripping onto the console, as they spun thought the Time Vortex.

"Ah Haha!" the Doctor yelled, running around like a madman, whacking the console with a hammer to the music. "I don't think she likes that!" Cara shouted, feeling the TARDIS's annoyance at him.

Just as the TARDIS lurched forwards again, the movement stopping, making them topple to the floor, laughing. "That never gets old." Cara breathed out jumping up, pulling the Doctor's hand, who pulled Rose's hand helping them all stand up.

"1979. Hell of a year!" he said, running to the door, grabbing his jacket. Cara already waiting by the door.

"China invades Vietnam...The Muppet Movie! Love that film. Margaret Thatcher...urgh...Skylab falls to Earth with a little help from me; nearly took off my thumb." The Doctor said, Cara opening the door, running out into…A field. "This is Ian Dury?" she asked, looking around.

"I like my thumb. I need my thumb. I'm very attached to…"he faltered staring at a bunch of soldiers, there gun's raised, Cara holding her hands, up looking more annoyed than afraid.

"...my thumb." he said, raising his hands up, Rose doing the same, as the guns clicked. "1879, Doctor." Cara said, slowly edging nearer to him.

"Same difference."
"It's really not." Cara replied, just as a man on a horse spoke up.

"You will explain your presence. And the nakedness of this girl and the impropriety of the other one." The man said in a Scottish accent. Were they were in Scotland? Cool. Cara thought, glancing down at herself. 'What's improper about jeans?'

'1879. Woman and girls only started wearing jeans in the 1960's.' the Doctor thought, turning to the man."Are we in Scotland?" he asked, in a perfect Scottish accent.

'How the hell did you do that?'
'Language.'
'You say it.'
'Doesn't mean you have too.'

"How can you be ignorant of that?" the man asked, interrupting the mental conversation.

"Oh, I'm... I'm dazed and confused. I've been chasing this...this wee naked child over hill and over dale. Isn't that right, ya...timorous beastie?" The Doctor said, glancing Rose; who nodded, speaking up. "Ooch, aye! I've been oot and aboot." she said, in a (hilariously) but terrible Scottish accent.

"No, don't do that." The Doctor said, Cara biting her lower, to stop herself from giggling. "Hoots mon!"

Cara snorted. "No, really don't. Really." The Doctor said, nudging Cara with his shoe. She got the message. Shut up and don't laugh.

"Will you identify yourself, sir?"

"I'm Doctor James McCrimmon. From the...Township of Balamory. Eh...I have my credentials, if I may…" he said gesturing towards his pocket. The Captain nodded, as the Doctor reached into his pocket, pulling out his psychic paper. Rose and Cara putting down there hands, Cara wishing she brought a warmer jacket.

"As you can see, a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh. I trained under Doctor Bell himself." The Doctor said, showing the psychic paper around.

"Let them approach." came a sharp voice from the carriage at the guards were armed around. "I don't think that's wise, ma'am."

"Let them approach." The voice insisted. The Doctor gestured to the carriage, towards the carriage. "You will approach the carriage. And show all due deference." The man said, tucking the gun back to his side.

'What's all due deference mean?' Cara asked, as they walked towards the carriage. 'Respect and compliance.' The Doctor replied, staring at the carriage.

A Carriage that held Queen Victoria.

"Rose, Cara...might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith." The Doctor introduced, smiling. "Rose Tyler, Ma'am." Rose said, curtsying lightly. "And my apologies...for being so naked."

"I've had five daughters. It's nothing to me." The Queen said, glancing over at Cara. "Cara, I presume."

"Yes, Ma'am. A pleasure to meet you." Cara said, dipping her head lightly. "Beautiful manners." Queen Victoria said, turning to the Doctor. "But you, Doctor...show me these credentials." she said, the Doctor handing her his psychic paper.

"Why didn't you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you have been appointed by the Lord Provost as my Protector." The Queen said, looking up at them.

"Does it?" the Doctor said, sounding too surprised, Cara shooting him a look. "Yes, it does! Good! Good! Um...then let me ask...Why is Your Majesty travelling by road when there's a train all the way to Aberdeen?"

"A tree on the line." The Queen replied, stonily.

"An accident?"

"I am the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. Everything around me tends to be planned."

"An assassination attempt?" Cara blurted out, unable to keep quiet any longer. "What, seriously? There's people out to kill ya?" Rose said, in surprise.

"I'm quite used to staring down the barrel of a gun." The Queen replied calmly. 'So assassination attempt.' Cara deduced.

"Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence. We'll send word ahead, he'll shelter us for tonight. Then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow." The man on the horse informed.

"This Doctor and his daughter will come with us. And his…timorous beastie as well." The Queen stated. Cara smiling shyly, the Doctor beaming next to her; like a child on Christmas day.

"Yes, Ma'am. We'd better get moving, it's almost nightfall."

"Indeed. And there are stories of wolves in these parts. Fanciful tales intended to scare the children." The Queen said, shooting Cara a soft smile. "But good for the blood, I think. Drive on!"

Rose grinned at the Doctor, as the door closed.

The Doctor taking the Cara's hand, as they walked behind the carriage. "It's funny though, 'cos you say 'assassination' and you just think of Kennedy and stuff. Not her." Rose said walking next to the Cara, who was between them. Another thing that was happening a lot.

"1879... she's had... ooh... six attempts on her life?" The Doctor said squeezing her hand.
"Seven counting this one." Cara added.

"And I'll tell you something else: we just met Queen Victoria!"

"I know!"
"What a laugh!"

"Amazing!" Cara giggled, skipping to keep up with them. "She was just sitting there!"

"Like a stamp."

"All regal and pristine." Cara said fancily. "I want her to say 'We are not amused'. I bet you five quid I can make her say it." Rose said, lightly slapping the Doctor's arm.

Cara grinned; falling back a little. The odd cold, bad feeling like the one at the hospital entering her. 'No, no, not now…'

"Well, if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privileges of traveller in time." The Doctor said, not seeming to notice her worry. Good.

"Ten quid?"
"Done."

After about half an hour of walking; they finally made it to a large rustic building. Cara shivered, the chill of her bad feeling, running up her spine. More than the cold. 'Okay?'

He'd been pestering her; for 15 minutes straight. 'I am not pestering!'

Cara swallowed hard trying to drown her mind of thought, the annoying thing is; the more you try not thinking the less you succeed.

'That's not going to work Cara. Cara, Cara, what's wrong?'

"You're Majesty."

"Sir Robert. My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?" the Queen asked, Cara shifting uncomfortable on her feet, feeling the Doctor's eyes on her, both mentally and physically.

'Cara, you can't ignore me when I'm in your head.'

"She's... indisposed, I'm afraid. She's gone to Edinburgh for the season. And she's taken the cook with her, the kitchens are barely stocked...I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on." Sir Robert said, almost nervously. He didn't seem to want to Queen to stay.

'Strange.' Cara thought loudly. The Doctor rolled his eyes. 'Really?'

"Oh, not at all! I've had quite enough carriage exercise. And this is...charming. If rustic. It's my first visit to this house." The Queen said cheerfully. "My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside?"

"And please excuse the naked girl." Queen Victoria added. "Sorry." Rose mumbled.

"She's a feral child. I bought her for sixpence in old London Town. It was her or the Elephant Man, so..." The Doctor joked, glancing at Cara attempting to get a smile out of her.

Rose smiled tightly. "Thinks he's funny but I'm so not amused." Rose said, looking pointedly at Queen Victoria. "What do you think, Ma'am?"

"It hardly matters. Shall we proceed?" she said, turning to Sir Robert; as they made their way to the house. "So close." Rose muttered. "Hmmm." Cara hummed, quietly disagreeing but, not wanting to start anything.

'Cara.'
'Shh…'
'Cara, you can't shush me; I'm in your head!'

'Giving me a headache.' Cara shot back, irritably. The Doctor made a noise of annoyance, before turning to the carriage.

"What's in there, then?" The Doctor asked, catching a glance at the wooden box. "Property of the Crown." said, the man from the field, which she now knew was Captain Reynolds. "You will dismiss any further thoughts, sir."

The Doctor made a face; earning a small smile from Cara.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him, shielding her with his coat, as they made their way inside.

"This, I take it, is the famous Endeavour." Queen Victoria said, staring at a huge telescope in the middle of the room. Sir Robert had been giving them a tour; finally showing them to the best place in the house. The Observatory.

"Wow." Cara whispered, the Doctor nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Beautiful."

"All my father's work. Built by hand in his final years. Became something of an obsession... he spent his money on this rather than caring for the house or himself." Sir Robert said proudly.

"I wish I'd met him, I like him. That thing's beautiful. Can I um...?" The Doctor asked, gesturing to it. "Help yourself."

The Doctor and Rose move forward to examine the telescope and the wheel next to it. "What did he model it on?" The Doctor asked. Cara lightly tracing her fingers over the telescope, peering through the scope.

"I know nothing about it. To be honest, most of us thought him a little... shall we say, eccentric."

The Doctor laughed. It was staring at an odd patch in the field far off from anything. "Interesting." she murmured, standing up.

"I wish now I'd spent more time with him. And listened to his stories."

"Before he went away." Cara said off-handily, too engrossed in the markings on the telescope; making them all glance at her strangely. "Yes, indeed." Sir Robert said, quietly.

"It's a bit rubbish." The Doctor said, pulling attention away, from Cara's odd comment. "How many prisms has it got? Way too many. The magnification's gone right over the top, that's stupid kind of a...But it's pretty! It's very... pretty." The Doctor said quickly. Cara smirking, Rose patting him fondly on the arm.

"And the imagination of it should be applauded." Queen Victoria added. "Mm!" Rose said, suddenly. Cara shutting her eyes. 'Please don't.'

"Thought you might disapprove, Your Majesty. Stargazing. Isn't that a bit fanciful?"

"You could easily... not be amused, or something...? No?" Rose said faltering under the Queen's gaze.

"This device surveys the infinite work of God." the Queen started, the Doctor shaking his head at Rose, a light smile on his face. 'Least you're finding something funny.' Cara thought bitterly, the bad feeling growing worse with each passing second.

It was like someone had opened a can of worms and emptied it into her. She felt sick.

"What could be finer? Sir Robert's father was an example to us all. A polymath. Steeped in astronomy and sciences, yet equally well versed in folklore and fairy tales."

"Stars and magic. I like him more and more." The Doctor said, wandering around the room, taking Cara's hand squeezing it. 'Shhh…Cara, relax…It's alright.'

"Oh, my late husband enjoyed his company. Prince Albert himself was acquainted with many rural superstitions, coming as he did from Saxe Coburg."

'I'm fine. I'm fine.'
'No, you're not. Tell me what's wrong, Cara.'

"When Albert was told about your local wolf, he was transported."

"So, what exactly is the wolf?" Cara asked, eager to end, or better pause her mind interrogation. 'I'm not interrogating.'

"It's just a story. Nothing to fear." Sir Robert said, kindly. "I love stories. Could you tell us it?" Cara insisted. "Yes, could you?" The Doctor asked, from behind her. 'You're not getting out of this that easily.'

"It's said that-
"Excuse me, sir. Perhaps her Majesty's party could repair to their rooms. It's almost dark." said, one of Sir Robert's (servants?)

"Of course. Yes, of course." Sir Robert said, instantly nodding.

"And then supper." The Queen added. "And... could we find some clothes for Miss Tyler? I'm tired of nakedness."

"It's not amusing, is it?" Rose jumped in, the Queen shooting her a look before returning her attention back to Mr Robert. The Doctor turning to Rose mouthing: Stop it.

Rose simply poking him playfully, smiling.

"Sir Robert, your wife must've left some clothes. See to it. And while you're at it; find something for Miss McCrimmon as well." she said turning to the Doctor. "While you see like a commendable parent Doctor, a young lady should never be out in improper clothing."

The Doctor nodded sheepishly. "Sorry, about that your, Majesty."

'Ha, ha. You got scolding.'

'Don't think you're getting out of yours.'

Cara scowled, the Doctor smiling at that. 'Very funny.'

'Aren't I just?'

"We shall dine at seven. And talk some more of this wolf. After all... there is a full moon tonight." The Queen said, turning to Sir Robert, who looked a little queasy.

"So there is, Ma'am."

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