Every Rose

Chapter 2

Ameliana

I get changed as quickly as I can; and I must admit it makes quite a pleasant change to go into the past wearing something that isn't twenty layers thick or itchy. The TARDIS wardrobe room is really quite remarkable; two outfits from every era imaginable from past or future is labelled in the wardrobe; one male and one female.

It was the first time I saw this room that I realised the Doctor must have had other female companions; he would not have all those outfits on the off chance of picking up some shop girl. And weirdly we must all of been similar clothes sizes; I can't help but wonder about them; these other girls.

Who were they? What happened to them, did they feel the same way as me about him? Did he love any of them? Even thinking about the idea of a woman the Doctor loved walking through this room; picking out these clothes, made my stomach twist with jealousy.

Anyway for our trip to Troy I wore what was a cross between a dress and a toga I suppose; it was made of a light blue material and pinned with a heavy bronze broach. Luckily the matching footwear was a pair of fairly substantial looking sandals; the boots which I'd worn in Victorian Cardiff had pinched my toes to shreds, and I couldn't sit down properly for weeks after that bloody corset.

When I rejoined the Doctor at the control room I noticed with amusement he hadn't changed.

'Very nice.' He complimented, giving my outfit the once over.

I smiled, 'But wont you surprise the locals wearing that?' I demanded gesturing at his ever faithful leather jacket.

'Nah, they'll get over it.' I couldn't help but laugh, I laughed a lot when I was with him.

I glanced out at our surroundings through the View screen; all I could see was stone wall.

'Where are we exactly?' I inquired, it seemed a bit like the Marie Celeste out there.

He looked up briefly from examining a few controls.

'The main town, just inside the walls.'

I nodded, 'And where exactly would we be if this was 2005?'

'Some ruins in Turkey.'

'Ah okay.'

'Right let's get going then shall we?.'

He offered me his arm and we walked outside (he locked the TARDIS behind us.)

'It's deserted.' I remarked; stating the obvious. The place was a ghost town, the TARDIS had come to a rest in what seemed to be a market place, there were stalls set up (some even still had produce on display) But there was nobody anywhere as far as the eye could see just more walls surrounding the inner town.

'Ahh,' muttered the Doc, 'I'm afraid these aren't the golden days of Troy, this is the siege of Troy.'

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, 'great.'

A/N: Ack sorry bout the slow scene setting; promise the romance starts in the next chapter, I just have to get the intro done. Cyas.