This is the last part in this episode! But the story isn't over yet - the title now has a one in it because it is the first in a series, like a few extra episodes for the TV series. Look out for the next part '2 The Doctor Does Domestic' coming soon!

Thanks for all the reviews! They really make my day :) :)

(P.S. I am aware that part of this sounds a lot like a scene with Rose in Parting of the Ways. I did think of the idea for this before I watched the episode, so I'm not just copying! Wow that episode was so good... just writing about it is making me want to watch it again! Anyway... I'll shut up waffling now!)


The Doctor stepped back from the bars, frowning.

"Human?" he said, then he remembered, the Perthians still thought he was human.

"Wait! Don't take Rose, I'll talk – I'll tell you everything." He said. Jack and Rose both looked at him stunned. "It's a nineteen sixties police call box! Before humans had technology like mobile phones and radios they used to use them to call the police. If they ever had a criminal to keep out of trouble, they used to stick them inside until further help arrived!"

Jack had trouble containing a smirk and Rose looked vaguely hopeful, even though she doubted the Perthians would buy this.

"I don't believe you," Proxima Centauri said.

"No? Then look it up in your files!" the Doctor challenged.

The Perthians looked between each other, murmuring in quiet voices.

"Call in the Earth expert." Proxima Centauri ordered.

A few minutes later, a guard returned with another Perthian, a girl who looked roughly the same age as Jupiter.

"Earth, tell us about nineteen sixties police call boxes!" Proxima Centauri said.

The Perthian called Earth repeated what the Doctor had said, almost exactly. The other Perthians looked vaguely annoyed.

"Ok, so perhaps it is a police call box, but why do you have one in your room?" Lalande challenged.

"Because…" The Doctor began, but he was cut off by a familiar sound. The sound of the TARDIS materialising. "Because this is what it does!" he said triumphantly.

The Perthians watched in awe as the TARDIS appeared, the wind blowing Rose's hair everywhere, the light illuminating the dark cell block.

"Humans do not have this technology!" Earth said, shouting above the noise of the TARDIS.

"Who said I was human?" the Doctor said, grinning widely, the skip back in his step.

"No!" Proxima Centauri said, "You can't let them escape!"

"Guards!" Lalande called.

The Guards rushed to unlock the bars and get to the Doctor and his companions, but before they could the TARDIS finished its materialisation and the doors flew open.

"Took your time!" The Doctor said as Amber stepped out from between them, "Just for future reference, Time Lord, Time Ship. You could have picked us up hours ago!"

"It took me long enough to work out how to fly the damn thing sideways, without adding backwards and forwards to the equation!" Amber said, making the Doctor grin in his manic way.

"Time Lord?" Lalande said, awe in her voice.

Proxima Centauri had also heard, and was working himself and the guards into a frenzy.

"Get them!" he roared, "we cannot let such a wealth of knowledge escape!"

The guards had finally got the door open and they rushed into the cell, blocking Rose and Jack's path to the TARDIS.

"Doctor?" Rose called.

The Doctor looked at the group of burly guards and back down at Amber. He held her gaze for a moment and she nodded, then turned to look again at the guards.

"Rose, Jack, get ready to run to the TARDIS!" he said, then put his hand on Amber's shoulder, "Don't kill anyone," he said to her, then ran inside the TARDIS doors.

Amber looked over at the Guards.

"Leave the Humans, I am the assassin you're master is after!" she declared loudly.

"Get her!" Proxima Centauri ordered, and the guards all ran at Amber, "One is better than nothing!"

As Jack and Rose slipped behind them and into the TARDIS, Lalande walked up to the bars of the cell, frowning. Her eyes searched the face of the blue-haired girl. What was her race, where was she from? Lalande knew she knew the answers. The girl looked over, beyond the guards and met Lalande's eyes. Curious amber coloured eyes the girl had, Lalande thought, then in a flash of inspiration, Lalande knew who and what she was.

The child outside the office, the girl in the back of the room when she had apprehended the humans, the strange amber eyed child who had wandered around for a couple of weeks, never doing as they were told, always listening in on things.

Shapeshifter, Lalande thought, shapeshifter with amber eyes and a strange blue gemstone in the centre of her forehead.

Lalande's eyes widened with fear.

"No, get back!" she called, "She's one of the Children of Xion!"

The blue haired girl caught her eye and winked, then all hell broke loose.


The Doctor ran straight to the console and turned on a screen, showing what was going on outside. He watched as Amber directed the attention of the guards towards herself and away from Rose and Jack.

"Good girl!" he said, as Jack and Rose ran up to the console to join him.

"She's going to get herself killed!" Rose said, all doubts of Amber's merit gone.

"No, she's going to kill all of them!" Jack said, watching Amber closely on the screen.

"Nope, you're both wrong!" the Doctor said, "she'll cope, now, where's the sound on this thing?"

He bent beneath the console and started tinkering with the buttons and wires, trying to get some sound.

"How did she fly the TARDIS, I thought only you could do that?" Rose said.

"She's a clever little girl," Jack said, watching the screen avidly.

"Ahah!" the Doctor said triumphantly, connecting two wires. Sound came flooding from the screen.

On the screen, Lalande was just within view. She had been mouthing something frantically before, but now the words became audible.

"…she's one of the Children of Xion!"

"No way!" Jack said, "She's from the planet Xion? Well that explains how she could fly the TARDIS."

"Care to share the revelation?" Rose said.

"The people of Xion are Telepathic, so is the TARDIS, they would have been able to communicate! Not much, but enough to get the gist of the controls!" Jack explained.

"She can get inside our heads?" Rose asked, "There's a whole planet of people who can get inside our heads?"

"Was," the Doctor corrected, "and no, not all of them, just the Children of Xion, they ran the temples."

"Aren't there laws against reading people's thoughts or something?" Rose asked, "I wouldn't want anyone to know what I was thinking."

"You just gotta have a mind like mine Rose, then no one wants to know!" Jack said, flashing her a cheesy grin.

The Doctor leaned in close to the screen and watched as Amber was shot at from all directions by the stunning beams that came from the tips of the Perthian spears.

"She is never going to survive that!" Rose said.

"Yes she will," the Doctor said.

The shooting stopped and the dust created began to settle, to reveal Amber, still standing, one hand held out in front of her. She stepped forwards and an opportunist Perthian guard shot at her again. The purple stunning beam got about a foot in front of her and bounced off an invisible shield. The spear the beam originated from shattered into thousands of pieces in the guard's hand.

"Telepathic and Telekinetic, the gift of those fortunate enough to be Children of Xion. They ran the temples because the people of Xion thought they were the chosen ones of God." The Doctor explained, "A good priest or priestess has complete control of their abilities – they could pick up a delicate little flower while picking up a ten tonne weight and they would rise at the same speed. Unfortunately Amber doesn't seem to be too good at it, as she's already letting it get away from her."

On screen Ambers was wincing slightly, and things were flying around the room at alarming speeds.

"Letting what get away?" Rose asked.

"The energy. Right!" the Doctor leapt into action, "Jack, Rose, pull those levers, get ready to leave as soon as I drag our blue-haired friend inside!"

He pushed a few more buttons then ran to the door, preparing to face the madness that was going on outside.

Amber wasn't best practised at using her psychic ability. Quertiz assassins that started moving things with their minds drew unwanted attention. Using it made her feel powerful, especially as she had so little control, and it started to run away with her after only a few moments. She threw back her head and released the energy, keeping the guards back, shattering weapons and furniture at random. The air was deadly spiral of razor sharp shards of weapons.

She heard the door to the TARDIS open and felt the guards rushing to apprehend the Doctor. With a casual flick of the hand she sent them flying into the wall.

The Doctor fought his way through the storm of shrapnel, shielding his face with his leather jacket. He got within a foot of Amber and everything went eerily calm, like the eye of a storm. He lowered his jacket and placed his hand on Amber's shoulder, shaking her slightly. The movement brought her back.

The suspended shrapnel fell out of the air as Amber fell limply into the Doctor's arms. The guards were dazed and confused, mostly sat against the far wall. They made no effort to stop the Doctor as he headed towards the TARDIS, carrying the last of the Children of Xion unconscious in his arms.

"Stop them!" Proxima Centauri yelled, as soon as he had gathered his wits about him.

The guards half-heartedly scrambled to their feet and stumbled over towards the fading TARDIS.

"If you want anything done, you have to do it yourself!" Proxima Centauri grumbled, and he marched into the cell.

Furiously he beat on the doors of the disappearing TARDIS, until there was so little of it left he actually fell through. Pride damaged, he stood up and dusted himself, facing his bloodied guards with a face of extreme disapproval.

"The knowledge fountain of the universe landed on our moon and you let it escape!" he said with cold anger, "Get out of my sight all of you!"

The guards walked away dejectedly, and Lalande followed them. She was a firm believer in the pursuit of knowledge, but not at the cost of lives. Though no one had been killed, the guards were certainly worse for wear, and that wasn't tolerable. She had warned them, she had told them they were in danger. She led the guards away to be seen by the medical staff.

Back in the cell, Proxima Centauri stood where the TARDIS had been a moment ago, inspecting the square on the floor, the sign it had left behind, the only place in the room not covered in dust and splinters.

He had been so close, but they had let them get away. He would never forgive them for that. A Time Lord and a Child of Xion at the opening of Library 2000, and live human exhibits to serve tea to the wealthy guests, a fountain of knowledge. He kicked at the dust on the floor in frustration then turned back to the door of the cell.

He dusted down his clothes and straightened them out importantly, marching towards the door.

Somewhere in time and space, Amber smiled in her sleep, and the door to the cell bolted shut.


"Will she be alright?" Jack asked, looking down at Amber's sleeping form.

The Doctor had, rather unceremoniously, dropped her on the floor on entering the TARDIS. Jack had his suspicions it had something to do with the glare Rose had been giving him.

"She'll be fine," the Doctor said dismissively as he programmed some flight co-ordinates into the TARDIS. "She'll have one hell of a headache when she wakes up though!" he added merrily.

Jack looked down at Amber again. She was lying on her side, her blue hair covering her face, one hand protecting her face from the grill like floor of the TARDIS, the other resting on the floor beside it. She looked peaceful.

Jack crouched down beside her and moved to brush her hair out of her face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the Doctor said.

Jack looked up at him, but he was facing the console and apparently hadn't even looked round.

"Why not?" Jack asked, bushing his hand softly over the slumbering girl's face.

The next thing Jack knew, Amber had managed to swing her leg round, knocking him clean off his feet, before kicking him sharp in the chest, pushing him a good two feet away from her.

"That's why," the Doctor said, still not looking round from the console.

"You could've warned me!" Jack said, rubbing his chest and wincing slightly.

"I did try," the Doctor said, "Not my fault if you're too stupid to listen!"

He marched over to where Amber was still sat on the floor, glancing around defensively. He held out a hand to her and helped her up.

"Stupid little humans, don't have a spare brain cell between them!" he said jovially.

"At least they understand the concept of feelings!" Rose snapped.

Amber raised an eyebrow as the blonde marched out of the room, looking very annoyed.

"What's wrong with her?" She asked, before brushing past the Doctor towards the back of the TARDIS, off to explore.

"Ouch," Jack said, standing up like an eighty-year-old, clutching at his aching sides. "And both the emotionless aliens deliver a sharp blow to the chest of their human counterparts. I'm not sure if I'd have been better of with the metaphorical one or not."

"What are you talking about?" the Doctor asked.

"And you called us stupid!" Jack said, clapping his Time Lord friend on the shoulder, before departing for the back of the ship to find Rose, rubbing his chest as he went.


Amber wandered the corridors of the TARDIS, breathing deeply and trying to calm her pounding head. She had been intending to apologise to Jack for kicking him, but that little conversation with the Doctor had let her know he had been warned, which in her opinion meant he thoroughly deserved it. Silly human.

Rose was sat in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea when Amber walked in. She was tempted to glare at her, but when Amber smiled at her politely, Rose couldn't help smiling back.

"Want a cuppa?" she asked, holding out an empty cup. "Tea…?" she elaborated at Amber's blank look, "it's hot, and, you drink it?"

"Never heard of it," Amber admitted, "Nice?"

"I think so."

"Go on then."

Rose re-boiled the kettle and poured Amber out a drink. The two women sat opposite each other, mugs in hand.

"What's your story then?" Amber asked Rose, "How did you end up travelling with the last Time Lord?"

"We met in London, 2005, the basement of a shop. He grabbed my hand, told me to 'Run for my life!' and I've never stopped running since!"

"Twenty first century Earth?"

"Yeah, nothing special really, don't even know that aliens exist yet," Rose said, "but I got attacked by living plastic manikins and my boyfrie… ex-boyfriend got eaten by a wheelie-bin, so I was prepared to believe almost anything after that."

"Living plastic?"

"Yeah, something called a Nestene Consciousness was controlling them."

"The Nestene's planet was destroyed in the Time War," Amber said, "It must have been the only survivor."

"We have a habit of meeting them on our journeys," Rose said, thinking of the Dalek, of Margaret Slitheen, but she saw the pain in Amber's eyes and realised she had been unintentionally very tactless.

"Sorry," she said, "I forgot that… Did your planet get destroyed in the Time War as well?"

"No, well, yes but not really." Amber said, "It was a prelude to the Time War, but it wasn't destroyed in the Time War itself. The year one million four hundred thousand two hundred and seventy two, my present, is a time of much unrest. Even a hundred years before I was born, war had been going on for years. My planet was destroyed by mercenaries, acting on the instructions of Daleks – distant enough from the Time War itself to not be reversed when it ended, but close enough to be related, if you know what I mean."

"I think so, yeah," Rose said.

"Now, in the alternative, Dalek free timeline, my planet is still gone, but no one knows why, other than it was destroyed in a war. Lots of information was wiped from time and space when the Time Lords destroyed the Daleks once and for all. No one in my present knows who is friend and foe. Mercenaries and assassins thrive, while the innocent suffer. I've seen the future – it will be several hundred years before it is sorted out."

"But your planet wasn't wiped from space and time," Rose said, "The Doctor could take you there! He could show it to you, I'm sure he would."

"I don't want to get in anyone's way, I'm just here for the spare parts, and I'm not talking about Jack, then I'll be on my way."

Rose laughed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, she thought. Amber may be and Alien but she was still female, and that was something Rose could relate to, and she had been rather lacking female company since she left London for the stars.

"So, how do you do that... you know, thing?" Rose asked, waving her hands around in a way she hoped was enlightening.

"What this?" Amber asked, levitating a teaspoon about a foot off the table.

"Yeah, that," Rose said with a grin.

"I don't know really, it's like instinct - just like you know how to walk, how to use your voice."

"Like you know how to kiss, even when it's your first?" Rose asked, sighing romantically.

Amber gave her a blank look, a look which said 'I wouldn't know'. Rose suddenly felt very sorry for Amber.

"It's all about pushing with the right part of your mind," Amber explained, drawing the spoon into her hand, then turning her attention back to her tea. An awkward silence followed.

Suddenly, Rose's phone vibrated in her pocket.

"That's odd," she said, taking it out, "I haven't had a message since Mickey sent me that picture of the Slitheen…"

She pushed a few buttons, accessing the new message, while Amber watched with mild curiosity, both at the mobile phone and the expression on Rose's face.

Back in the console room, Jack and the Doctor were having a cheery argument about the merit of the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver, when Rose burst in, holding her phone in front of her.

"I just got a message off Mickey!"