A.N: Wow! I think that was the best response I've got for a single chapter! You all inspired me to get this chapter out, and so I was up till the wee hours of the morning, and now I hand it to you for your evaluation.

Thanks go to….EbonyBeach(Apology Accepted hun! Thanks for your wonderful comments!), Joshwales, Freak and Proud (Read down further…: P), Immi-in-the-TARDIS (Thanks for reading!), jane (Can't you just see them as a family???), pinkmarshmello (Well, here's some more. Hope you like it!), Laseri (Too bad! Mordrid's Mine! But if you want to see some of my concept sketches for him, and some others, then tell me in your next review!), Miztressofthenight (I'm happy to oblige! I'm surprised that more people want more Adrian, but I had fun writing him here, and he'll become bigger later on…)

Thought of the week: Those who Love are Unable To Die, For Love is Immortality.

The Greatest Summer of All Time, Chapter 5.

Tales from the TARDIS Team

By Starlite1

Contrary to what the doctor had believed, the full shock of what had occurred didn't hit Anita until approximately twenty seconds after they left the control room.

"Waaaiiittt a second…. What just happened?" She asked, her eyes going wide.

Josie paused for a second, "About two hours ago, I disappeared down here, found out I'm half alien, and then found out that my dad has been keeping a time ship in the basement which is more like a mansion than anything else."

"Oh…. Right…" Anita said absorbing the information, "Half bloody alien?!?"

Josie snorted, "Tell me about it. You think they would have told me! Still at least I know I have two hearts instead of a murmur or something… You're not completely freaked, are you?" she said, pausing suddenly.

Anita's brow creased in thought, "You know what?"

"What?" Josie asked, panicked.

A huge grin broke out over Anita's face, "I think it's Fan-bloody-tastic!"

Relief washed over her, "So what on earth got you down here?"

"Something about an alien armada coming to terrorise the neighbourhood." Anita replied, turning the door handle, gasping at the lush garden laid out before her, "Am I really seeing this?"

"Did you really say Alien armada?" Josie asked back.

"Seems like part of the job." Commented Adrian, coming up behind them.

Josie cocked an eyebrow to her twin, "Where you been?"

A wolfish grin came over his face, "The library first-It's amazing! The entire series of Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, The Kristall quartet…. Then after that, found the kitchen!" A look of bliss passed over his face, "Ten burners, as many knives, dishes, spices and measures as you could ever wish for, as well as heaps you couldn't." He paused, taking in his sister's appearance, "What happened to you?"

"I found a new pet. He's a Miniature Man-Eating Plant, actually quite adorable. But back to the subject at hand: What did you say about Alien armadas being part of the job?"

He shrugged, "Got talking to Uncle Jack. He says that they're usually running from one alien army, hit force, monster or something of the similar. Also found out that they met Harriet Jones during an alien invasion. Rather a good story."

"Well, walk and talk. Mordrid's going to be hard enough to handle without making him wait." Josie said, grinning.

"Where did you come up with a name like Mordrid?" Anita asked, following her best fried around an ornate garden bed, overflowing with strange flowers with silvery leaves.

"He's like a little dragon." Josie explained with a wry grin, "The name seemed to fit."

"But-" Adrian demanded, "Why not something more normal such as…Gus?"

She shrugged, "Didn't fit right. Tell you what, why don't you go and find your own man-eating plant and call it Gus? Coz I like the name Mordrid, and dad did say that I owned him."

Adrian shrugged, "Why not? Care to come, Anita?"

For a moment, Anita paused, "Nah, think I'll give Josie a hand. Good luck anyway."

Disappointment clouded his features for just a moment, "Ah well, never mind, I might as well head to the kitchen, see what's happening. Till we meet again, good ladies!"

"Who are you calling ladies?" Josie challenged to her brother's turned back, to no avail, "Come on, ready to rumble?"

"Hmm… Oh, yeah!" she responded distractedly, following her friend into battle.

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Two hours later, at what would have constituted dinner time had they not been in temporal orbit, they congregated in the kitchen, where Adrian was putting is the final touches on their evening meal. The scent of strange spices hung in the air, as he removed a seasoned and stuffed chicken from the oven, stirring the pasta sauce, adding one of his new favourite herbs to the gravy and placing the bird on the bench. Hands free, he expertly drained the pasta, the hiss of steam rising up from the sink.

From the door, the Doctor grinned, "Having fun, son?"

"Yeah. You could have told me about this set up ages ago!" He commented, expertly dolling out the pasta onto the plates, quickly following it with sauce, "You want to carve?" He asked.

The Doctor shrugged, "Might as well." Quickly, he expertly began carving the chicken, the meat placed on each plate in a well-rehearsed ritual.

Just as they were placing the last plates on the table, the rest of their strange family piled through the door, undoubtedly drawn to the delectable scents wafting throughout the halls. Josie and Anita's arms were covered with viscous scratches and what appeared to be bite marks, although the majority of the blood and dirt had been hastily washed off, leaving only a triumphant glow in its wake.

Jack waltzed in, a huge smear of axle grease across his torso, "Hey, Doctor, the thermal inductor's bust again!"

He raised an eyebrow, "But I fixed that last week!"

"Well, it's bust again, and I can't get to the root of it." Jack replied with a shrug, "Not that it matters now. This looks amazing."

Any response was cut off by the arrival of both Mrs. Tyler.

"-It's not my fault that aliens decided to invade today, mother!" Rose moaned, her face looking harrowed after spending the entire time since she had arrived attempting to determine the identity of their would-be attackers.

Jackie Tyler turned her eyes heavenward, "I'm not bloody-well blaming you, sweetheart! I was just wondering why they couldn't wait another week and a half. That way Mrs. Forster's silly garden wouldn't have a chance to be judged for the Finals."

An exasperated looked came over Rose's face, "You've got to be kidding me, and please remember that Anita does happen to be present."

Anita snorted, "Don't matter. She spends so much time on the garden I'll be glad to see it go. But why a week and a half?"

Jackie looked sullen, "My garden was going to be judged cum Tuesday. My roses were looking so nice too. Still, better than being dead, yeah?"

A sullen mood suddenly permeated the room.

"Right. Shall we eat?" The Doctor finally said with false bravado.

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It had taken quite a few minutes for their usual level of conversation to return after Jackie's outburst. Yet the wait was worth it. It wasn't long until the three newcomers, and to a lesser extent Jackie were treated to the enrapturing tales of the trio's escapades.

"Anyway, You mother ended up hanging from a barrage balloon, huge Union Jack, excuse the pun, plastered across her chest, riding up though it was, as the Germans were blasting bombs left, right and centre…" Jack began.

"And here comes the part where mister fancy-pants here." Rose continued, lazily pointing a drumstick towards said person, "With an invisible ship. Catches me in his fancy tractor beam, and asks me to turn my phone off, and hang on. Now, being in mid-air over London does not give a person much in the way of hand holds."

Jack rolled his eyes, "Boy! Did I get an ear full! Of course, soon as the teleporter finished she fainted dead away…"

Rose glared at him, ignoring the gleeful guffaws of her husband, "You swore you'd never tell!"

He shrugged, "They deserve to hear it."

A wicked smile came over Rose's face, "Well I might just tell about that time…"

"NO!!!" both Jack and the Doctor exclaimed in panic.

She dramatically put a hand over her face, "Loss of a good story, that. Still, might as well tell you lot about the Slitheen."

Jackie shuddered in her seat, "Ugh! They were horrid! Even worse the second time around…"

Turning to the three younger members of their party, Rose quickly explained, "Aliens from the planet Raxicoricolfallpretorius. Took me nearly twelve months to say that right. Back on track, they tried to take over the government. It was about three days after I'd met your father, and he'd landed us back in London so I could pick up a few things. Somehow he'd managed to land us out by a year…"

Jackie interrupted, "I could have killed him. For all he's a ruddy Time Lord, he's got bugger all sense of time..."

Unconsciously the Doctor rubbed his cheek, "Oi! That slap was bad enough!"

"To continue the story!" Rose interrupted, her voice drowning out the others in a desperate attempt to avoid confrontation, "An alien ship ended up crash-landing, took out Big Ben, which we'll have to show you at some point, and landed in the Thames. Of course, he ended up like a child in the sweet shop-"

"-Some things never change…" Jackie muttered with a roll of her eyes

"Anyway, we get back, only to find that the blokes I was working for at the time, Torchwood, Had called up me and your grandfather, and had sent cars to take us to Number 10-"

"And I decided to tag along to the party, Where we encountered the entire government, flayed and made into skin suits. They were forever farting, come to think of it…" The Doctor commented airily.

"Only person left is Harriet Jones, MP Flydale North. Will never forget that. Still, whilst he's downstairs, we end up locked in the cabinet room, seeing the head of the Military disembowelled. I suggest you avoid it at all costs. Doesn't take too long until the Doctor joins us and we find ourselves cornered."

"Of course," Interjected Jackie, "All the while, another troupe of them is trying to get their hands on us back at home- Me, and your Uncles Mickey, Zach and Jake that is. So we use Zach's supersoakers and load them up with the entirety of Mickey's prized pickle and gherkin collection. An' let me tell you! He was not happy with us…"

Josie raised an eyebrow, "You kissed this bloke?"

Her father grinned, "I said exactly the same thing. Now Mickey isn't the brightest spark in the universe, but he did have a way with computers. Under my expert guidance he managed to hack into the defence force computers. Firing two missiles at number ten… Not something that everyone can say they've done, but he did a good enough job on it."

"Better the second time around." Rose retorted with a grin.

The Doctor shrugged, "Practise makes perfect. As I'm sure you know…" He said, grinning at her cheekily, a look which she happily reciprocated.

"Eeeeww!" Adrian moaned, "Enough with the lovey-dovey eyes!"

"To continue on, Downing Street exploded around us, we somehow get out and arrived home in time for breakfast." Rose concluded.

"And then we got roped into dinner…" The Doctor added.

"Oi!" Jackie grumbled, "Don't remember you complaining!"

"Sure, but we didn't hang around much longer afterwards." Rose defended.

"Yeah. We still were full time wanders then." The Doctor replied.

Anita asked curiously, "What changed?"

"We got lucky. Quite a few times. But in the end it took an army of tin cans to make us realise it." He began, shuddering as did Jack and Rose, "It was only the TARDIS' intervention that stopped it all ending in a much different way."

"Regeneration." Adrian supplied, shrugging at their surprised expressions, "Read about it in the Library."

"Exactly. Instead, we ended up having you two." Rose said, fixing her husband with the special grin reserved only for him.

"And that is a story that we shall save for later!" The Doctor told them, "Now it's time for all Time Lords, Ladies, and Lassies to find their beds. Tomorrow's going to be a big day."

Reluctantly, they all stood, depositing their plates in the recycling, and heading out into the corridor. Jackie and Jack both bid them farewell, heading off towards their already established rooms.

"Come on." The Doctor told them, leading the way down the corridor. Two rights, a left, and down a slightly Gothic corridor, they found themselves in a dead end, with four doors routing off it.

"One room each, no fighting." He told them sternly, "Sleep tight." He said, walking down the corridor only to suddenly find himself rugby tackled to the ground. With a laugh, he embraced them all, thanking whoever was listening for blessing him with them.

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The shower was blissful to Josie's scratched skin, the fat water droplets pounding down her back, relaxing the muscles tensed by battling Mordrid. She quickly lathered up the Lavender shower gel, before reluctantly leaving the water stream. Grasping one of the enormous towels from the rail, her feet padded gently over the marble towards the chests of draws. Not knowing completely what to expect, her eyes widened at the numerous piles of nightshirts, underwear, jeans and tank tops that inhabited the draws. Cautiously, she selected what appeared to be comfortable garments, and hastily dressed. Looking around the room, she couldn't help but smile. If she'd ever wanted a room other than her own, this would have been it. The dominating feature was the huge four-poster bed in the centre of the room, adorned with dozens of pillows and rich red drapes. Two high-backed chairs were in front of a roaring fire, and bookshelves dominated the entire wall opposite the entry to the bathroom. She had glanced a copy of the Harry Potter books there, including the seventh, a fact that she gleefully exalted in. The world had been waiting on baited breath for thirteen years for the release of the book, and now she had a copy sitting right in front of her. If it hadn't been for the mind-numbing exhaustion that enveloped her, she would have snatched it from the shelves and spent the entire night reading it.

Reluctantly, she resisted the temptation to grab it, instead crawling beneath crisp linen sheets. Laying back on the pillow, she stared up into the canopy, mulling over the events of the day. As far as birthdays went, this one took the cake. Idly her fingers toyed with her friendship bracelet. It had definitely been a strange day. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as the strange double beat of her heart- no, it was hearts she drowsily reminded herself-lulled her off to sleep. Little did she know what lay ahead…

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AN: So… Did you like it??? Did you hate it??? Feedback is my vice, and constructive criticism is welcomed, but flames shall be used to light Poi! (A Maori Martial art-involves swinging flaming projectiles: P)