The console room was by far one of Zana's favorite rooms in the whole of the TARDIS, merely because she could sit in there and listen to the humming of the ancient machine's engines and the whirring of the time rotor, as the Doctor had called it. It was peaceful. It calmed her nerves after a rather long adventure or when she just wanted to be alone. That was, when the Doctor wasn't underneath the control panel, messing around with the different parts and wires. Zana wasn't even sure he knew what he was doing because most of the time all he did was hit his head when he tried to sit up, but she didn't question him. Evidently, he knew enough to keep the machine running, so that was enough for her.

"So what to do today, Miss Zana Kline?" The Doctor's voice pulled her from her thoughts as she blinked a few times, making her eyes sting. She hadn't blinked in ages, it seemed.

"I don't mind. Let Rose choose," Zana shrugged her shoulders slightly as she sat up straight in the captain's chair. "Speaking of which, where is Rose?"

"More than likely, still asleep," he informed. "You're up pretty early."

"How can you tell? We're in a time machine."

"Time Lord. Kinda in the name," he leaned against the console and folded his arms across his chest. "Why are you up so early, Zan?"

"Wasn't tired."

"Right."

"I wasn't."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with the Cybermen, would it?" He gave her an almost knowing look as she avoided his gaze. She wished it was only the Cybermen. To tell the truth, she didn't know what it was. She didn't know why she's been having the same dream every night for weeks now. It's almost like that voice has been haunting her, and it worried her, more than she'd like to admit. She couldn't pinpoint who it belonged to...it was so familiar, the voice, but it was like her mind refused to remember who owns it.

"No," she sighed, tugging absently at the chain of her necklace. "It's not that...My sleeping schedule is still a bit crazy. I'm still adapting to this whole TARDIS time thing."

"You sure that's it?"

His voice was soft...it was comforting. For a split second, she considered telling him, but almost as soon as the thought formed, it vanished. What would he be able to do anyway? It wasn't like he could go inside her head and figure it out himself. It was just a dream, after all. Nothing she couldn't handle.

"Positive," she offered him a tired smile, failing at her attempt to convince him she wasn't sleepy. "What about you, Doctor? Do you sleep?"

"Occasionally, I suppose. Not near as much as you humans do, that's for sure. You spend half your lives dreaming."

She nodded, fighting back a yawn. He wasn't wrong. He rarely was, annoying so. "I suppose we do. Anyway, enough about dreams. Do you have any plans as to what we're gonna do when Rose wakes up?"

"Nope!" He gave her a slight grin. "More fun that way, Zan."

"I've learned it to be so," she agreed, smiling as well. "How long until she wakes, do you think?"

He thought for a moment, "Oh...3 hours or so? That's if we're lucky. Not much can get in the way of Rose Tyler and sleep."

Zana laughed softly, "What do you suggest we do to occupy the time, then?"

"Whatever you'd like," he informed, his smile sly as he pushed himself off of the console, ready to pilot the ancient ship.

"Whatever I'd like?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow. "How exciting..." Her mind flooded with a million different places and a thousand different time periods she longed to visit as she stood from her seat. "How about Ancient Rome? Can you do that?"

He scoffed as he reached behind him and pulled a lever without even so much as glancing at it, "Can I do that? Do you even have to ask?"

She just gave him a cheeky smile as she gripped onto the control panel, having grown accustomed to the turbulence that accompanied the Time Lord's piloting. He sent her a quick wink back just as the TARDIS jolted almost violently to the right, sending him flying into the captain's chair with a shout. Zana hardly had time to laugh before she herself was tossed aside, landing right next to the alien. Almost knowingly, the ship came to a sudden halt, sending them both to the floor below. After catching their breath, the two time travelers glanced at each other before breaking out in a joyous laugh, the mere absurdity comical to them both.

"Are we in Ancient Rome?" She asked as she stood up, the Doctor following suit.

"I do believe we are," he nodded, holding out a hand to the human, giving her one of his maniac grins. "Shall we?"

She bit her lip, taking his hand as he led them towards the doors. He threw them open, and much to Zana's surprise, she was greeted by hundreds of people, dressed in colorful togas, wandering around what seemed like a spacious market. "Oh my...you actually did it! Doctor!" She laughed, jumping up in excitement as she squeezed the Time Lord's hand happily. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled widely down at her, lacing their fingers together absently as they stepped out of the time machine, out into the world. Zana didn't seem to mind as she tugged him into the crowd, her eyes wide as she took in as much as she could. She would never get used to this, ever. This was history! She was actually in history! "What would you like to see first, Zan? The Colosseum, the-"

"What year is it?" She interrupted, looking around once more, having calmed a bit. "Do you know?"

The Doctor glanced around as well, biting the inside of his cheek as he did so. He wasn't about to admit he hadn't the faintest idea, so instead, he said, "I'm guessing around 38 A.D."

"Oh...you're kidding, right?" A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "Doctor, tell me you're kidding."

He frowned, slightly confused by her sudden change in moods. "No, no, I'm not. Why? What's wrong?"

"First of all, the Colosseum isn't built yet," she informed, gulping as she subconsciously moved closer to the alien. "And second of all...let's hope we don't run into the Emperor."

His mouth opened slightly, having realized what she was saying. "Zana, you don't have to worry. There's no way we'll catch his attention."

She nodded, deciding to believe him despite her common sense telling her not to. She didn't know why, but her trust for him seemed to be unbreakable by this point. And that annoyed her beyond belief.

"Come on," he smiled warmly down at her. "Let's go look around, shall we?"

She returned the smile and nodded, allowing him to lead the way. Her eyes took in as much as they could as the two of them made their way (unknowingly) towards the heart of the city, but at one point, she seemed to become fixated on the man beside her. He was rambling away about Greece, for some unknown reason, but she didn't seem to mind. She listened to every word he said, nodding and smiling as she did so.

Ever since Queen Elizabeth's coronation, they had been a bit distant, but today seemed to change that. Being with him, alone, exploring a whole new time, made her realize just how much she's grown attached to the Doctor. His crazy smiles, his daft antics, his quirks, his outlandish stories...everything. Even his troubles. Whenever things turned dark, when all fun was set aside and when things were a matter between life or death, she made an effort to be there, by his side. She had to reassure him that things would be fine, even when she just knew things were going to end disastrously. But she tried. For him. And when it was all said and done and the foe had been defeated, it was still Rose's arms he fell into. But Zana didn't blame him, or her. The two of them had undeniable chemistry and history, and it would take a tremendous force to break that up. And Zana just didn't size up. She doubted she ever would...Not that she would want to, she had to keep saying to herself. Seeing them, her two best friends, happy, brought joy to the teen, and that's all she would ever really want.

"Zana? Zan? Helloo?" The Doctor's voice brought the brunette back to reality. She blinked a few times, tearing her gaze from the Time Lord. She had forgotten she was staring.

"Sorry," she muttered embarrassingly. "What were you saying?"

"I was talking about their gods. Roman mythology is a very peculiar thing," he nudged her, chuckling softly. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Zana tried to dismiss, looking ahead as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're lying," he said simply, looking ahead as well.

"So what if I am?"

"Lying isn't good."

"That's rich, coming from you."

He scoffed, "I lie only when necessary."

"Mhmm," she gave him a look.

"I do!"

She couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head slightly before almost being pushed to the ground. The only thing that stopped her from hitting the rock below was the Doctor, who quickly spun into action by pulling her to him. Zana quickly looked up to see a group of Roman centurions marching past her.

"Bloody Romans," she mumbled under her breath as she pulled away from the Doctor's embrace.

"You alright?" The Doctor asked, looking over her.

"Of course I'm alright. I was just shoved, that's all. Wonder where they're going..."

"Probably there," he nodded towards a grand building just before them, which Zana immediately recognized as a palace.

"Guessing that belongs to the Emperor..." She gulped, having forgotten about him altogether. "We better head back..."

"Good idea..." He nodded, moving to turn around when something caught his eye. "Wait a minute..."

"Doctor, we can't stay here. We have to go," Zana tugged on his hand, having seen the statue he was staring at. There didn't seem to get anything significant about it. She just assumed it was a statue of one of the Romans' many gods. "Doctor!"

"Zana, shush," he released her hand as he stepped towards the marble statue. A feeling of hopelessness washed over her as she realized they weren't leaving anytime soon. He had found something wrong. "This statue...it shouldn't belong here."

"Why? It's just a bloody statue!" Her voice became shaky. She didn't want to risk running into the Emperor, Caligula. He was one of the worst Emperors of all time, and possibly one of the worst humans of all time! And he was preoccupied with a bloody statue!

"No, it's not," he murmured, pulling his glasses from his pocket and sliding them into his face. He inspected the stone for a moment before pulling away, almost defensively. "Zana...we can't leave, not yet."

"What? Why?" She demanded.

"This isn't a statue," his voice suddenly turned very serious, sending a shiver down the brunette's spine.

"Then what is it?" She breathed as he stepped back, reaching behind him to take her hand once more. Not once did he turn to face her, instead opting to keep his eyes locked on the figure before him. Dread filled the human as she pulled him closer, wrapping her arm around his just to be as physically close to the Doctor as she possibly could be. "Doctor?"

He took a deep breath, gently and slowly pushing her behind him as if merely being by the statue was dangerous. "Zana...don't blink."

A/N: I haven't updated in ages! I'm so, so sorry! Summer has been a giant hassle, and honestly, I'd prefer writing to dealing with summer any day! I do hope you enjoy it! This is an original chapter(s), and I hope it turns out cool! If someone has something similar, then I'm terribly sorry. I was just thinking of something and well, 'Rome. Statues. Wait a minute...' Anyway, yeah. Hope you enjoy! :)