A/N: Hello. :) So, heads up, I kinda rewrote the previous chapters and hopefully improved them with more added details (including a very small scene with the 10th Doctor), so I recommend rereading. I was surprised when I received reviews recently, and honestly, thanks to you I actually sat down and did more editing and decided to replace the old chapters and add a new one finally after all these years. Sorry, this new one is a little short but I plan on doing more regular updates and couldn't wait to post at least a little something.

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Miranda's heart starts racing as her thoughts begin spinning out into dark corners when the Doctor locks eyes with her. Her nerves threaten to devour her stomach from the inside. She can't think of words and it's because of the fear and hope rising within her chest. Hope stemming from the possibility that maybe he didn't hear the confusing information Gwyneth told her. Hope that maybe he did hear and was here to offer comforting explanations. Fear that he overheard the entire conversation and was ready to unravel Miranda's no-so-carefully spun lie. Where and when did that lie even begin? Did it begin when she didn't correct the Doctor when he asked her about her 'limited omniscience'? Was it even further back?

Her traitorous mouth spills out stammering and stuttering words, showcasing her nervousness to the entire world. "I-I... Doctor I don't know what she's talking about." All her previous sass towards Gwyneth's cryptic phrases had turned into anxiety. She was too busy scrambling for coherent words to notice the Doctor move closer to her. When she re-locks eyes with him she sees the most overwhelming look of awe. Fear penetrates her voice. "Doctor?" He shuffles closer towards her, the small room becoming even more smaller.

He must've heard her tone change because his look of wonder softens into one of comfort. "Miranda, don't worry. We'll figure it out." Miranda sees it in his face. He knows more than he's letting on. He seems to have part of what Gwyneth said almost figured out. But which part? It can't be how she got her 'infinite stream of knowledge'. No, that's been explained away badly with the limited omniscience. Her dark eyes narrow at the man in front of her. He knows what that vat of plastic meant by the Timelord's constant companion, Death. He knows what Gwyneth meant by her elastic heart turning into a dead heart. It's no secret that most of the Doctor's companions never last long, that they either are separated, left behind, leave of their own accord, or die.

With a panicked gulp of air, she whispers to him harshly, "Am I dead?" It's a vague question but it gets her point across. She can see him retract his expression and change it into a carefully blank one.

"No! No, of course not. Like I said, we'll figure out what she said later." He places an empathetic hand on her shoulder. "Right now, we have ghosts to take care of. Let's have a seance." Not for the first time, Miranda feels fear. Fear of her uncertain future and missing parts of her past. Fear that she doesn't know everything and that her one strength is gone. Fear that the Doctor was lying and she has no idea why he was. If he was.

…

"I…don't think we should have a séance."

"I agree. Such tommyrot."

"Please don't agree with me, Charles Dickens." Miranda sighs, a little amused at the sentence she just uttered. "I just…don't think it'll be a good idea."

"What makes you say that?" The Doctor turns to face her, his previously abandoned tea cup back in his hand. When did he grab that? Miranda shakes her head and before she can open her mouth to try and stutter out some poor excuse, Gwyneth beats her to it.

"Someone will die." A dramatic pause. Miranda huffs. "I heard her thoughts. The ghosts that haunt and possess the dead…she called them the Gelth. But…they're supposed to be my angels. The angels that speak to me."

"Uh, not to be a downer, but not quite. The Gelth were a race whose physical forms were destroyed during the Great Time War. But…" Miranda pins the Doctor with a steady, determined gaze. She wasn't going to let his guilt from the Time War influence his decision to let them through the Rift and take over the dead bodies. She wasn't going to let Gwyneth, a dramatic but rather sweet girl, die due to her kindness towards her supposed angels. "I'm sorry, but they don't need your sympathy. They'll only take advantage of it. They're malicious, bitter and have more grandiose plans than just possessing a few dead bodies. Those dead bodies are just the beginning. So please…I'm sorry if I've said too much, but I can't just stand here and let this go wrong again. Not like with the Plastic…"

Miranda releases a heavy, shaky breath, praying to anybody that's listening that the Doctor and Gwyneth will listen to her pleas. She watches as various, painful emotions cross their faces. Perhaps they need more prodding, more convincing. She can do that, can't she?

"It's just like the Plastic all over again, Doctor. Affected by the Great Time War…but angry and vengeful and malicious. There really isn't a peaceful resolution because all they want to do is take and take and put more hurt back into the galaxy because they've been hurt as well." Miranda grows quieter with each word, knowing that this isn't an easy pill to swallow. She just hopes they'll listen. She hopes that the Doctor can let go of his guilt, if only for a moment, so that he can believe her.

…

And they do. It takes them several long painful minutes to absorb and process what needs to be done, but they do it. They accept Miranda's truth and start to brainstorm on how to best defeat the manipulative Gelth. Turns out the solution was as easy as just having Gwyneth stand in the weak point of the Rift and close it. Everybody lived. Archangel of Death? As if, Miranda scoffs to herself. Sweet, lonely Gwyneth was just being dramatic and overexaggerating. Right? There's no way she herself is the Doctor's constant companion, death. It has to be some silly metaphor, some flowery language that doesn't have a deeper meaning. But a fact that Miranda is constantly reminded of, is that she doesn't know everything. And this fear, combined with the Doctor knowing way more than he's letting on with Gwyneth's cryptic phrases, wants to lie on her chest with a heavy burden.

Oh, when will fear stop trying to hold her hand and lead her down dark paths?

As if reading her thoughts, The Doctor and Rose stand next to her and gently place their hands next to hers, silently asking to join hands as they walk back to the TARDIS. Miranda holds their hands with no protest and trudges through the soft snow with her newfound friends.

After they've said their goodbyes to Charles Dickens and Gwyneth, the trio take off in the TARDIS. Rose drags Miranda with her back to the wardrobe to change out of their uncomfortable dresses and back into their normal clothes. They help each other undo their corsets, giggling at the idea that women back in that time period have to deal with this nonsense all the time.

When the giggles die down and they're in the middle of putting their shirts back on is when Rose decides to question Miranda, but in a less accusatory tone. Her voice was soft and kind. It reminds Miranda of Melanie. "So…how d'ya disappear and reappear earlier? Is it a different type of time-travel that you do?"

"Uh, sort of? Honestly, even I'm not completely sure myself." Miranda curses when she struggles to latch her bra back on. Rose sees her struggle and offers to help with an understanding smile. "Ah, thanks."

"So, what d'ya mean you're not sure?"

"It sounds weird and makes me sound alien, I'm sure, but it's like…someone or something is playing tricks on me and likes to take me from one place to another. Doesn't matter where in time and space it sends me. It's not something I can control, obviously. And I'm not sure why me specifically, perhaps it was randomly but…it started when I was sixteen. That's when I met the Doctor. And again, I'm not sure why, but whatever it is likes to send me to the Doctor specifically. Well, not always, there's been a few exceptions which is weird, but…ugh, listen to me. I sound a little nuts, don't I?"

Rose and Miranda share another round of laughter, but Rose was sympathetic for the girl and her confusing situation. "We'll figure out why together," she tells Miranda with a small, comforting smile. Miranda smiles back, a little taken aback by her determination and starts to feel bad for her strange unknown emotion she's felt towards Rose briefly.

"Thanks."

…

After Rose departs to head back to the console room to meet the Doctor, Miranda steps out into the hallway and follows a curious line of blinking lights. The TARDIS hums at her, encouraging her to follow her path down the numerous hallways. When Miranda reaches the end of the blinking lights, a nearby door lights up and opens. A gasp escapes at the sight inside.

"I-uh, what is this?" Miranda questions the ship as she enters the room hesitantly. What greets her is a king-sized bed with a black comforter, shelves with various trinkets and books, walls lined with printed photos and posters, and a ceiling that's covered with what she assumes is a hologram that displays the night sky. "Is this…my room?"

The TARDIS answers her with a pleased sounding hum. She laughs in disbelief, noticing that the photos on the wall are purposefully blank. Must be the ship hiding spoilers that could be hidden in the photos. While Miranda could spend all day exploring her new room, she knew that Rose and the Doctor were likely waiting for her before going on their next adventure. Before she leaves, she spots a present in blue wrapping paper sitting on her bed. Her mind reminds her that it must be the present River told her to check for in her room. She unwraps it and reveals a beautiful, simple silver ring band with an angel at its center. "Oh my god, River."

Miranda's gasp turns into a laugh at the lovely reminder of her first adventure with the Doctor. "Oh, you would, you sneaky, evil woman." She slips the ring on her right hand's pointer finger, admiring the detail of the little angel on the band. Before she gets carried away, the distant sound of the TARDIS wheezing as it was taking off reminds her to head back to the console room. What was the next adventure for these two anyways?

That's when it hits her. Rose wants to visit her mum, but the Doctor takes her forward a year later, causing a whole mess of problems. Miranda lets loose a string of curses as she races out of her room and down the various hallways towards the console room. When she doesn't see the Doctor or Rose right away, she panics. She runs out the doors to face the outside and is greeted with a kid who spray painted the phrase Bad Wolf on the TARDIS. After chasing the kid away, she turns to see his handiwork. Seeing the words Bad Wolf makes her uneasy, prickling her skin and spreading goosebumps down her arms. Miranda tries to squash the waves of discomfort invading her senses and heads for Rose's flat. It was a little hardier to navigate than she thought it would, but all she has to do is follow the sounds of Jackie Tyler yelling at the Doctor.

Jackie Tyler. Miranda sighs before barging into the flat. Never mind the Weeping Angels or the Silence, this adventure might mean the end of the Doctor if she didn't intervene to save him from the wrath of Rose Tyler's mum.