Hey, I'm back with another chapter. Not sure if it's much good, but there you go. This was originally intended to be a short one shot, but it keeps getting longer and longer. I'm going to try and bring it to a close somehow. I promised that something will happen, though. Oh, and last time, I never apologised for the crap title. So... I apologise for the crap title.

Thank you vair, vair much for all the lovely reviews. They were all lovely.

And because I want to appreciate them and make it look like I've written a longer chapter than I have, I'm going to thank you all individually.

Jillybean: Thank you very much. I like all your stories on here loads, so it's nice to have you saying nice stuff about mine. Except I'm starting to think I'm putting a bit too much dialogue in here. I just can't help it though….

Tulzdavampslayer: Hehe, thanks. I have now updated. Not sure it's fantastic at all, but at least it's something. : )

Aradia-hornbeam: I know I'm still searching for the hair remover thing, but e-bay's a good idea. Dunno why I haven't tried that yet. I think that the story idea was incredibly random. I was a bit worried about posting it, actually. Lol.

Typokid: 'Ocjinoktihenaton' is pronounced in a way that the Doctor thinks sounds like 'fantastic'. Which means whatever you think, basically, because I have no idea. Hehe.

Grace: Really? Aw, thanks. For nice people like you, I will continue writing.

Just my imagination: So I'm continuing. I hope it'll start getting better soon…

Bundle: Thanks! That means a lot to me sniff

Zaven: Whoa, with threats like that, I definitely won't be doing any quiet disappearing any time soon. Instead, I'll leave a forwarding address so people can get in contact with me. Thank you for motivating me and here is the next chapter…

Kharma: Meric beaucoup. Not too sure where you can get the hair remover thing. I just missed the last one in Boots, but Aradia-hornbeam suggested e-bay and I think's that a pretty good place to start. ; )

Grimley Fieendish: I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I'm not too good on all the previous Doctor companions. But if you know the name of one which would genuinely fit, I'd be very grateful..: )

Kyizi: Thanks. That line was written in one of my moments of insanity, so sorry if it scared you, lol.

sora's-evil-twin: Ok, well this update is pretty short but unfortunately, not much to the point. Thanks for your review and I hope this is ok!

I don't own Doctor Who and unless there is some freak accident in the time space continuum, I never will. (I don't even know what time space continuum means, so I'm guessing it'll never happen.)

The Doctor grinned broadly at her and released his arm from hers – an action that forced a small feeling of regret to the front of Rose's mind. He walked slightly in front and then turned to face her, walking backwards. He opened his arms out to gesture at the world around him.

"Welcome to Peaceandlove."

She blinked at him and then started laughing.

"I'm sorry, I thought you just said this place was called Peaceandlove."

"That's right," he nodded at her, smiling simply, "I did."

"Oh." She looked up at his beaming face and smiled again, "Bit of a crap name, isn't it?"

"Well, they're not originally from earth. History of the place is pretty simple – some rich alien tycoon crashed his spaceship on earth a few years ago, roughly during the 60s. During the time it took to repair the ship, he got involved in the whole hippy scene and became pretty obsessed. He then used his considerable fortune to buy this planet and turn it into a state of permanent hippydom." He looked around him appreciatively, "Absolutely mad, of course. Brain probably scrambled by all your earth drugs."

"I can imagine," she agreed, looking at the landscape around her.

At a first glance, the street they were walking down could have been taken straight from earth in the 60s. But when you looked a little closer, there were subtle abnormalities that made you think you were somewhere slightly different. On some of the buildings, the bricks used to build them were not the familiar rectangular blocks, but diamonds perfectly moulded into one another in a complicated pattern. The railings surrounding a small park, looked like typical wrought iron railings, but on closer inspection, Rose saw that they were emitting a slight greenish glow and - unless she was very mistaken – an oddly tuneful humming noise.

And then there were the people. She'd lost count of how many hippies had wandered dozily past them, murmuring greetings of peace and love. At first she'd taken them to just be hippies. But then she started noticing other things about them – like the red and green eyes the last person had had. Or the cleverly concealed third ear she just managed to spot amongst the long, brown hair of the other, guitar-bearing hippy.

"So," she began, returning her attention to the Doctor who had been looking around with her, "let me get this straight. We're on a plant, imaginatively called 'Peaceandlove', which is full of aliens impersonating earth hippies. All of which was started by some insane alien millionaire, clearly with an obsessive personality."

"That would be correct," he beamed, manically, falling back into step behind her. "Any other questions?"

"Don't think so..." she answered, dazedly, "Oh, wait – why are we here again?"

"What, aside from sampling the amazing culture of earth on another planet? I'm here to pick something up."

"Ok, pick what up?"

"Just something." he answered, vaguely, striding off ahead, "Now, we better hurry up. We've got a fair way to go yet and I've got an appointment to make."

She hurried after his retreating figure, self consciously tugging at her skirt as she ran.

"What I don't get," she said, falling into step beside him again, "is why I'm the only one who has to dress up. It's hardly fair."

"Oh don't be stupid Rose," he answered simply, a slight grin turning up the corners of his mouth, "you know I'd look ridiculous in that dress. Haven't got the figure. Did once…" he trailed off, thoughtfully.

Rose laughed, despite being slightly disturbed by the last comment. "No, Doctor, you know what I mean... How come you can just go marching into any planet or time zone wearing a leather jacket while I have to get all dressed up?"

"Because, Rose, I am the Doctor. And besides, I thought girls liked dressing up."

"Yeah, well, that's really not the point," answered Rose, trying to sound defiant, but secretly remembering how much she loved trying on all the different outfits.

They continued marching forward, so fast, that Rose was starting to run out of breath and was getting uncomfortably hot. It looked like the Doctor had been right about the tights.

Suddenly, without any warning, the Doctor stopped mid-step. Surprised by his sudden halt, Rose tried to stop with him. But she was half a second too late and ended up stumbling on the pavement. Juts as she expected to come into contact with the hard ground - which on closer inspection, didn't look much like concrete - she felt the Doctor's cool hands come steadily round her waist and guide her gently back to a standing position.

"Careful," he said, cheerfully, but not quite meeting her eyes. He slowly removed his hands from around her waist and tucked them into his pockets.

"Thanks," said Rose, quietly. She started self-consciously smoothing down her clothes.

When he saw that she had composed herself, the Doctor burst into activity again.

"Ok, here we are," he said motioning excitedly at the building in front of them.

Rose looked up at the massive, ivy covered house that sat imposingly across the road. The house was made of red brick and looked as if it had been there forever. A large circular drive lead up to the front door with huge steps forming a long trek up to it. Rose wasn't entirely sure, but when she squinted, she could have sworn there were people lying sprawled out on the steps. On the opposite side of the road to where Rose and the Doctor stood, there were tall, wrought iron gates looming impressively up to the clear blue sky.

"Open," explained the Doctor, following her gaze. "Hardly an act of love to shut people out."

He took her hand, purposefully. "Come on, then. I'm not gonna have some human who's unsteady on her feet making me late."

"Excuse me!" She exclaimed, as he dragged her along, "Who you calling unsteady? You've been driving the TARDIS for nearly nine hundred years, yet you still end up on the floor anytime we go someplace." And normally, she reflected silently, on top of me.

"I hardly think you can compare being thrown about by a time ship your human brain could never hope to understand, with tripping up on a pavement."

He pulled her through the open gates, whose hinges had rusted a strange, turquoise colour. Rose frowned slightly, wondering if the 'rust' was alien, or if she simply hadn't paid enough attention in her Chemistry lessons.

As they crunched up the gravel drive, Rose was slightly alarmed to see that there were really were spaced out people lolling all over the steps. This Doctor didn't even seem to notice; he sidestepped a girl who sat gazing out of the gates wistfully, walked past an 'intimate' couple unblinkingly and stepped neatly over a young guy who was staring confusedly at the sky. He continued happily over to the door and rang the doorbell. Having accomplished that, he turned around and seemed surprised to see Rose still standing uncertainly at the bottom of the steps.

"What are you doing just standing there?" he demanded.

Rose followed his path but taking slightly more care with the people around her – or at least she though they were people. As she passed the last guy, he suddenly woke from his dream long enough to grab her wrist.

"Hey," he said seriously, "your hair's blonde."

"Um, yes," said Rose, "yes it is. I… like your hair…" She glanced down at him, thinking that actually, he did have nice hair. And nice eyes too. Pity he probably couldn't remember his own name.

He nodded intelligently at her. "Hair is superficial," he enunciated clearly and then lay back down. "We've got some groovy clouds today, man."

Rose blinked and went to stand by the Doctor's side.

"Can't take you anywhere," said the Doctor sternly, "we've only been here a few minutes and you've already found yourself a pretty boy."

"Yeah, but the whole 'out of his mind' thing wasn't really doing it for me. Although," she said, looking down at the guy thoughtfully, "I could get used to it."

"Oh no you won't," said the Doctor, mock threateningly, "I think we can both remember what happened last time you did that."

She punched him on the shoulder. "Ow!" he exclaimed. "Where are we? Peaceandlove, that's where, and I'm still getting physically abused by a female human." He shook his head sadly.

"Shut up." She leaned her head back against one of the pillars supporting the porch and closed her eyes. She could catch faint strains of an acoustic guitar, floating softly on a slight breeze. She inhaled deeply and found herself feeling oddly sleepy and calm…. Was she getting affected by some kind of drug just from breathing in? She opened her eyes quickly and was slightly disconcerted to find the Doctor's eyes trained on hers.

She grinned up at him. "You know, I don't think anyone's coming."

"What? Oh, right," he said slowly, as he realised what she was talking about.

He turned to the door and opened it. He marched straight through and into the cool and dark hallway.

Rose stood still for a few seconds before following – had he always known the door was open? She shook her head and hurried after him. She was just in time to catch him disappearing through a large, oak panelled door. Feeling the familiar feeling of anticipation and complete lack of control, she followed him through.

It was going to be a long day.

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