A.N: What a month! This goes out to all those in New Orleans, may you go forth and find peace after what you've been through (Just try building on higher ground…)

Anyway, thanks go to….

The Angel of Hope, Josh Wales (Hope you re-read, completely changed the second half.), Vampirehelsing, EbonyBeach (o-kay, now we shall all have to abandon Harry, and not speak of him till the next book, K?), Freak (Same as Ebony, But you're right, Glad you like the emerald…), indraraiden, JoeEngland (Your rant is acceptable, and I apologise for it… BUT Read the comment for Izzy. Also hope you've also re-read), englishchick (Thanks for reading!), and Elizabeththebutterfly (Have to say that I agree with you! If you ain't read it yet, then either your library sucks or you're not going to. As a matter of fact, a person blubbered out the end to EVERYONE in my precinct in her impromptu in a speaking comp that was held in my district a few weeks back… Was HILLARIOUS!).

Anyway, once again, thankyou for reading, and go back and re-read chapter three if you haven't, coz it's changed quite a bit, and you won't understand this chappie if you haven't.

Still, thought of the week: Don't cry because it's over, but Smile because it happened.

Take care, and until next time, I hand you the next chapter!

The Greatest Summer of All Time, Chapter 4-

Mordrid the Miniature Man Eating Plant.

By Starlite1

Rose leaned against the sink, the washing up finally completed. Her thoughts drifted downstairs, to where her children were finally finding out the truth about themselves. As much as she wished she were down there, she knew this was her husband's department. That didn't stop her wishing.

"Mrs. Tyler?" Anita asked from behind her.

Brought back to earth, she turned around, "Yeah, Anita?"

"Have you got any idea where Josie could be? I've looked everywhere, and can't find a trace of her." She said with a sigh.

Rose paused, her mind working rapidly to come up with something that wouldn't arouse suspicion; "They're out with their father. He had to take them out for their…gift. They should be back sooner or later."

Anita looked at her sceptically, "Right, well, I'd best go up and get my stuff together. Undoubtedly my parents will want me home tonight." With that, she turned around, heading upstairs.

Guilt twinged in Rose's chest. Her heart and head were in heated debate over whether or not to tell the girl of their background, at that particular moment, her head appeared to be winning.

That was until she looked out the window.

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Josie had secluded herself away in the conservatory, finding a wrought iron bench hidden away behind a screen of roses. She sat as she usually did, her legs tucked underneath her, as she attempted to absorb the torrent of information that had been inundating her brain. To find out that the majority of what you believed about the world is a falsehood is enough to drive the majority of people to the brink of insanity. For her, it was simply a matter of sorting it out in her mind. Thus, she had managed to convince her father to allow her to remain here.

As her eyes fluttered shut, she felt a slight nudge against her shoulder. Instantly, her eyes shot open as she spun round. Seeing nothing but the topiary behind her, she shrugged, returning to her inner contemplation.

Tap tap! She spun around, just in time to see something shoot back into the hedge. Her natural curiosity sparked, she cautiously trod over to where her ears told her the sound had come from. Gingerly peeling back the bushes, her eyes widened as they revealed a rather large Venus Flytrap. It appeared to look at her guiltily.

"Hey…" she said gently, "What are you?" It reached forward slightly, as though begging for a scratch. With a shrug, her fingers rubbed gently on the lower side of the strange plant. It hummed strangely in appreciation. Grinning at the idea, her fingers moved of their own accord.

"Y'know, today so many weird things have happened to me," she commented to the plant, which piqued up slightly at the sound of her voice, "I found out I'm an alien, that my ma and pa aren't really secret agents, thus proving every suspicion I've had since I was little wrong." She sighed, pausing in her scratching, "I'm still a bit dazed, but you're a good listener."

Rather annoyed at loosing the wonderful tummy rub, the plant snapped at her fingers. Hard.

"Ouch!" she said in surprise, deftly thwacking the offender over the snout, "I need them!"

"Well, if you need them, don't go playing with the miniature man-eating fly traps." Her father said in amusement.

She turned around to see his barely contained mirth spread over his face, "Miniature?"

"Yep. Bread down from about twelve feet tall. This little bugger's about half grown. As a matter of fact, I didn't think I had any left. Though I'd got rid of them all…"

The plant gave a squeak of alarm.

"You mean, you're just going to get rid of it?" Josie said in alarm.

He raised an eyebrow; "It just attempted to bite off one of your fingers."

"Your point?" she asked blithely.

He turned his eyes skywards, "Why do they have a thing about strays?" returning his gaze to the errant plant, he made a decision, "Fine, you can keep it. But you're going to have to replant it, feed it, and water it. Got it?"

She grinned, "How many people can say they've got a pet man-eating plant? Thanks, Dad."

"I guess you're going to name it something extremely foolish such as Fido or Felix…"

She shot him a glance, her attention back on the plant; "I was thinking more of Mordrid."

"Mordrid? Whatever next?" He said, turning around, "By the way, pots are in the cupboard just outside the door."

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Rose's feet pounded the ground, "Everybody, TARDIS NOW!" She screamed, the familiar feel of panic flooding through her veins.

"What is it Rose?" Jackie demanded, flying out of her door, just as Jack emerged from the bathroom, hastily re-zipping his fly.

One look at her expression told her all they needed to know, "Get to the TARDIS. I've got to get Anita!"

They nearly jumped down the stairs, realising that the situation they had only every hypothesised about had finally become a reality.

Rose flew up the stairs, nearly unhinging the door to her daughter's room, "Run!" she shouted at the girl, who looked shell-shocked to say the least.

Not needing any more prompting, Anita slung the rucksack in front of her over her back, grasping Rose's hand, and they raced out of the room, as the sounds from outside increased, metal boots marching. As they reached the floor, Anita raced to go to the front door.

"No. Down to the basement. Trust me!" Rose said, yanking open the door to the basement, pushing her in front of her. At the bottom, she could see the TARDIS, door left ajar.

At the sight, shock came over Anita's face, "It's…"

"Bigger on the inside? Yeah I know. Had the same reaction. IN!" She ordered, shoving her ungraciously inside, clambering in herself and slamming the door. Only once it was shut did she exhale.

It was then that her husband came through the adjacent door, "What happened?"

"Army. Armoured to the teeth." Rose said through gasps of air.

Instantly he was at her side, "Old enemy?"

She shook her head, "Not from my time. You don't think-?" She asked.

"Let's just get out of here. Your mother and Jack just headed to the kitchen for a cuppa." It was then he noticed Anita, "Oh, welcome to the TARDIS. That's Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Would give you a proper tour, but we've got an alien Armada on our tails, so we kind of need to get moving."

Anita just nodded mutely, her mouth hanging open in the fashion of a codfish.

"JOSIE!" he bellowed. In under thirty seconds, the prodigal daughter emerged, scratches covering half her arms, sweat mud and blood congealing into a rather unsightly mess.

"Yep?" She asked, her eyes burning from her battles with Mordrid. Looking around, she noticed her best friend, "Oh, Hey!" A sheepish grin spread over her face.

"What have you been doing?" Anita asked, finally finding her voice.

She grinned, "Wrestling a man-eating plant called Mordrid. He doesn't want to go into his new pot."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Uh…Doctor?"

"What?" he demanded defensively, "She found the thing, and insisted on adopting it. You Tyler women and your strays!"

"Excuse me, what's with the Doctor thing?" Josie directed to her father.

"That's my name. Or at least one of them." He answered with a shrug, "Care to take Anita with you to finish your task."

"Riiighht…"She groaned, "Ok, ready?" she directed at Anita, who shrugged.

Together, they raced, in typical teen style out of the room, barely catching the doctor's "Feed him a raw chicken!" as they disappeared into the bowels of the ship/

As they retreated, he told his wife, "She'll realise in about ten seconds. Now, let's get out of here, and let's find out who's disturbing Northern London."

Her eyebrows shot up as she twisted the dials on the console, "And come up with a plan to save our neighbourhood in time for us to get to the Meteor showers of Horus IV?"

"That's basically the plan." He told her, pumping the temporal oscillator, before bashing the console and whisking them away once more through time and space.

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