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This is officially has the most follows out of all of my stories especially my Doctor Who ones. How awesome is that? ;) There is an alternate Sophie, who we will be meeting later in this part, and to anwser a question, Sophie's parents in Pete's World are very much alive but we don't get to meet them because the alternate Sophie is ... welll, you'll see. Enjoy the second part of Rise of the Cybermen!

"We're not meant to be here," The Doctor suddenly said to Mickey and I uncomfortably and I settled myself in the chair next to him, watching him closely. "The TARDIS draws it power off the universe, but it's the wrong universe. It's like diesel in a petrol engine."

Mickey sat down in the chair on the other side of him, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing over at the Doctor. "But … I've seen it in comics. People are hopping from one alternate world to another – it's easy."

The Doctor gave him a withering look. "Not in the real world."

"What about your people?" I asked quietly and he looked at me. "Weren't they able to travel between realities?"

He paused before answering, "Yes. But that was before. It used to be easy. When the Time Lords kept their eye on everything, you could hop between realities, home in time for tea. Then they died." He looked away from me and sighed and I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, knowing how he didn't like talking about this. Before leaving I asked my aunt what she was talking about when she met the Doctor again and she told me about the Time War. He squeezed my hand back, giving me a soft smile, before continuing, still holding onto my hand, "Took all of it with them. The walls of reality closed, the worlds were sealed. Everything became that bit less kind."

"Then how did we get here?" Mickey questioned.

"I dunno." The Doctor ran his free hand through his hair wearily and I watched him do this, wishing it was my hand that was running through his hair just like in the dream. I could still feel it underneath my fingers… I could feel a blush coming on but I stopped myself by shaking my head and paying attention to what he was saying, "Accident? Should've been impossible – but now we're trapped."

There was tense, hopeless silence between us and I decided to break it.

"I don't know how, but I'm sure we'll get out of here," I said optimistically. "We can't give up hope."

The Doctor looked at me before chuckling. "Always looking at the bright side, huh Sophie?"

"Well, someone has to, Doctor," I told him with a laugh.

It was silence between us again until…

"What's that?" The Doctor suddenly asked.

"What?" I followed his gaze and took notice to a small green light that was glowing beneath the console.

"That there – is that a reflection?"

"No, it's not," I said. "I can see it too."

Mickey nodded, "Same here."

In unison, we crouched down to get a better look at the light.

"It's a light!" The Doctor said excitedly. "Is it? Is that a light? I think that's a light! That's all we need!" He began to pull the grilling off and we helped him. Once it was off, he grinned. "We've got power! Mickey, Sophie, we've got power!" He laughed.

"Does that mean she's alive?" I asked excitedly as the Doctor went underneath the console and started pulling out some important internals of Sexy.

"That's exactly what it means!" The Doctor exclaimed, deliriously happy.

I clapped my hands, my face bright with happiness. I shouldn't be too surprised that she was fine. Sexy was strong. She wouldn't let anything bring her down, not even getting stuck in parallel universe!

"What is it?" Mickey questioned curiously.

"It's nothing. It's tiny. One of those insignificant little power cells that no one bothers about, and it's clinging onto life. But with one little amount of reality tucked away inside."

"Enough to get us home?"

"Not yet." The Doctor picked up the power cell and sat back on the small set of stairs under the grilling, "I need to charge it." He held it carefully, cupped in both of his hands.

"We could go outside and latch it up to the national grid!"

The Doctor shook his head at Mickey. "Wrong sort of energy," he told him. "It's gotta come from our universe."

"But we don't have anything…"

"There's me…" the Doctor blew gently on the power cell and it glowed brightly causing him to beam, "I just gave ten years of my life. Worth everything second!" He giggled dorkishly.

As we stared at it with huge grins, the light faded.

"Is it supposed to do that?" I asked concerned.

"It's on a recharging cycle," the Doctor explained and true enough, it glowed bright before dimming again and it kept on doing that. "It'll loop round, power back up and be ready to take us home in – oh – twenty-four hours." He kissed the power cell.

Lucky thing I grumbled to myself before slapping myself internally. Great! Now I was getting jealous of an inanimate object. I. Am. Such. A. Dork.

"So that gives us twenty-four hours on a parallel universe?" Mickey said.

"Surely! As long as we keep our heads down. Easy. No problem." The Doctor threw the power cell in the air and caught it easily.

'You mean if we keep our heads down.' I corrected him in my head.

"What?" The Doctor looked up at me.

"What?" I asked, wondering why he was looking at me.

"Oh… thought you said something," he said with a frown before shaking his head and changing the subject as he stood to his feet while I stared at him confused, "Let's go and tell her."

We all left the TARDIS together and we found Rose sitting at a bench near the Thames.

"There you are!" The Doctor said as we headed her way. "Are you all right? No applause, I fixed it!" We made it over to her and he showed her the power cell, "Twenty-four hours, then we're flying back to our reality." He sat down on the bench with Mickey and I sitting down as well and he held up the power cell to show her, but she wasn't even looking at it.

From the look on her face, I knew that something was wrong and though we weren't friends anymore, I was concerned. "Rose, what's wrong?" As soon as I asked that, I saw the mobile in her hand and just knew that she had searched her father's name.

I wasn't the only one who noticed the mobile. The Doctor did too and his grin faded.

"What is it?" he asked with a sigh.

"My phone connected. There's this … Cybus network, it finds your phone. It gave me internet access."

"Rose, whatever it says, this is not your world," he told her seriously.

"I don't exist."

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"There's no Rose Tyler. I was never born. There's Pete, my dad, and Jackie … he still married mum… but they never had kids."

"Give me that phone," The Doctor said, trying to snatch the phone away.

But Rose pulled it back from him and he didn't try to take it away again so she continued, "They're rich. They got a house, and cars, and everything that they want." She paused, thinking, "But they haven't got me." She sounded close to tears and I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"Oh Rose," I said softly

She didn't say anything as she stood up, walking away from the bench. But then she stopped and turned towards the Doctor.

"I gotta see him," she said.

"You can't."

"I just wanna see him," Rose persisted.

"I can't let you!" He stood up from the bench too.

She glared at him, "But you said twenty-four hours!"

"You can't become their daughter, that's not the way it works!" The Doctor looked to Mickey, "Mickey, tell her."

"Twenty-four hours, yeah?" he asked as he stood up. I stayed quiet, looking between each of them, not knowing what to do or say.

"Where're you going?" The Doctor looked at Mickey, bewithered.

"Well, I can do what I want!"

"I've got the address and everything," Rose added, walking in the opposite direction of Mickey.

"Stay where you are, both of you! Rose, come back here! Mickey, come back here right now!"

"I just wanna see him."

"Yeah, and I've got things to see and all."

"Like WHAT?!"

"Well, you don't know anything about me, do ya? It's always about Rose."

I flinched.

"I'm just a spare part."

"I'm sorry. I've got to go."

The Doctor looked between Rose and Mickey, not knowing which way to turn. Mickey gestured to Rose.

"Go on then. No choice, is there? You can only chase after one of us, and it's never going to be me, is it?"

The Doctor made his decision. "Back in twenty-four hours!" he told Mickey. "Sophie…" He turned to me and I stood up from the bench, going in Mickey's direction. "Soph?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"I'm going with Mickey," I said stiffly. "But even with me going with him, it's still gonna be Rose, isn't it?"

"Sophie…"

"Guess that makes me the other spare part, then?" My voice broke as tears filled my eyes.

The Doctor stared at me, hurt, but then he closed his eyes for a moment before turning and running after Rose. I stared after him and sighed, wiping away my tears. I turned around to face Mickey, forcing a smile.

"Let's go, twenty-four hours, right?"

"Yeah. If I haven't found something better." The last thing was clearly said to himself but I heard him. I smiled sadly.

We started walking together.

"So, who are you hoping to find?" I asked.

"My Gran," he answered quietly. "She was the one who brought me up. My mum wasn't much of one from what I can remember."

"What about your father?"

"He hung around for a bit but he sort of just wandered off, haven't seen him in years."

"How … how did your Gran die?" Then I added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"Its fine," he reassured me. "She tripped and fell down the stairs. That happened about five years ago."

"I'm sorry," I told him.

"Yeah… so I'm hoping that she might be alive here."

"I've been hoping the same thing about my parents," I admitted. "But I don't want to go looking for them, and be disappointed that they're not what I remember or if they're still dead."

"You should still look for them…"

"Yeah maybe," I said quietly.

It was nighttime now and the Doctor found himself crouched down next to Rose behind these bushes outside of Pete and Jackie Tyler's mansion. He knew that it was wrong to be here, but after seeing that Pete Tyler had something to do with this Cybus thing, it wasn't hard to convince him to come here. Although Rose probably thought it was because of her flirting that got them here. That didn't have an effect on him what so ever to be honest.

The Doctor hoped that Sophie was alright. At least Mickey was there. He was actually the only one that he trusted around his mate.

'I mean, Sophie.' He corrected himself quickly. She wasn't his mate. It was dream.

He could feel himself getting depressed by just reminding himself of that, but he didn't get too far into it because he noticed a expensive car pulling up the driveway of Pete and Jackie Tyler's house. He was glad for the distraction.

"They have visitors," The Doctor commented.

"February the first – mum's birthday," Rose said. "Even in a parallel universe, she still loves a party." She smiled.

"Well, given Pete Tyler's guest list, I wouldn't mind a look. And there is one sure fire way of getting inside." The Doctor pulled out the psychic paper and waved it around with a grin.

"Psychic paper!" Rose grinned back.

"Who do you want to be?"

-0-

"We could've been anyone," Rose grumbled to him as they exited from the kitchens, holding trays of food. A woman took food from hers and walked away.

The Doctor fixed the bow tie of his waiter's uniform with his free hand, grimacing to himself. He didn't like wearing bow ties. They definitely weren't cool.

"Got us in, didn't it?"

"You're in charge of the psychic paper. We could've been guests. Celebrities. Sir Doctor, Dame Rose. We end up serving. I had enough of this back home." She complained and the Doctor couldn't help but have a flash of annoyance at her complaining. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

But he put it off to side as he smiled politely while people took champagne and cocktails sticks from his tray.

"If you wanna know what's going on, work in the kitchens." The Doctor and Rose retreated slightly to the side of the room to watch the proceedings. Groups of important were chatting and laughing and photos were being taken as well. He nodded towards this man who according this waitress named Lucy was the President, "According to Lucy that man over there—"

Rose cut him off, "Who's Lucy?"

"She's carrying the salmon pinwheels." He nodded to a young pretty (not as pretty as Sophie though if he was being honest) waitress at the other side of the room.

"Oh, that's Lucy, is it?"

The Doctor pretended not to notice the jealousy in her tone of voice. "Yeah…" he said. "Lucy says, that is the President of Great Brittan."

"What, there's a President, not a Prime Minister?"

"Seems so."

"Or maybe Lucy's a bit thick," she muttered.

They moved on with their trays, but they went their separate ways.

The Doctor went up to this blonde, who had her back to him. She was wearing a short black dress and it showed off her long legs that seemed to go on forever. He found himself staring at them, feeling as if he had seen those legs before, and he couldn't stop his eyes from looking over every inch of her. Why did she look so familiar?

"Um excuse me?" A familiar voice said annoyed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The Doctor looked up and took a step back in surprise when he found himself face to face with Sophie, well the alternate Sophie. "Er... sorry." He held up his tray quickly, "Champagne?"

"Oh sure, what the hell? It is a party, right?" Sophie laughed, taking one of them, "And how can I say no to a handsome waiter?" She smiled at him seductively and he gulped hard. Though this wasn't his Sophie, the way she looked at him reminded of the Sophie from his dream.

This Sophie obviously noticed his reaction because her seductive smile turned into a smirk. She sat her drink on the tray and scooted to his side causing him to blush. Taking out a pen from her purse, she grabbed his hand and she wrote something on the back of it. She took a step back, taking her drink back.

The Doctor looked down at his hand, saw the number, and looked back up at her. "What's this?" he asked.

Sophie laughed and his heart skipped a beat. She even laughed like his Sophie.

"It's my number, handsome." She gave him another seductive smile as she leaned towards him, too close for comfort and he gulped again, holding his breath, "Call me sometime." With one last smile, she turned and walked off, swaying her hips.

He watched her and she seemed to know that he was because she looked back and smirked before facing forward. Once she was completely gone, the Doctor let out the breath he had been holding in.

"Escuse me!" There was Pete Tyler's voice and he quickly went to find Rose. Because of this, he didn't notice that alternate Sophie had came back and was staring after him with narrowed eyes and a suspicious look on her face.

TBC...

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The Last Part of Rise of the Cybermen...

So... what do you think of alternate Sophie? She seems a bit suspicious to me... or that might just be me who thinks that way. She's definitely a lot more straight forward than our Sophie as you could tell from the way she was flirting with the Doctor. I can tell you she is wearing those earpieces but things aren't always what they seem. Let's see if you can get me up to 300 reviews for this chapter, don't have to though, I won't hold back a chapter if you guys don't get me to it. Oh the next part is going to be kind of on the short side but it'll be an early update though. Anyway, please leave reviews! Until next time on WITS!