A.N: This chapter has been driving me up the wall! Still, now I present it to you for your evaluation, and hope it lives up to expectations. My exams are pretty much half over. Now I get a two week break before plunging headlong into insanity once more.

My explicit gratitude goes to my reviewers: James Jago (Did I get the spelling right:oS. Sorry about that!.), Freak and Proud (Helm's deep? Hmmm… Sadly all my battle comes from my little brother watching LoTR over and over and over again. Still, now I've got Star Wars playing 24/7 as well! Also thank you very much for your wonderful thoughts for my ma. She's back home, and all is, albeit slowly returning to normal. ), LtCol Carter (Glad you like it!), Laseri (Helm's Deep? You're the second to note it :P!), Dory Shotgun (Sigh Winter bit back today. I'm not at a music school, but my school is wonderful, and I do heaps of music stuff! AMEB is the Australian Music Examinations Board, which basically grades players in oz. As for why I like Lipton? It's sweet, sugary and has caffiene! And basically the story idea I have is that these will focus on the summers. During summer I'll probably write more! Thanks for reading!), Kazzy (Yay! A Josie Fan! I love writing her, she flows naturally for me!), LilCosette (Wow! You review four times? You're wonderful! Would love to build a Dalek, but atm am making a bassoon extension. And you got the time period right. As for Jack, what's got his knickers in a knot should be in the next chappie.) and The Angel of Hope.

Now, without further adieu, on with the story!

Thought of the week: Although we are all in the gutters, some of us are looking at the stars- Oscar Wilde.

The Greatest Summer Of All Time, Chapter 10.

Bees Sting.

By Starlite1

Her eyes were bleary when she managed to open them. Above her, faces swam in and out of focus, hazy memories slowly returning to her.

"Wha-?" she asked groggily.

Another face appeared above her, "You've completely exhausted yourself, Josie. Try and rest some more"

"Res…sounds…good…" she mumbled, already feeling her consciousness submit to the void once more.

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The second time around, she awoke to hear hushed whispering somewhere near her feet. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of the russet canopy above her, bathed in the flickering light of the fire. She was home. Gingerly, she tried to sit up, and instantly regretted it. Her head felt as though it was overstuffed with cotton wool, and her limbs had turned to lead. A moan escaped her lips, and instantly Anita, Adrian and, surprisingly, Senka appeared above her.

"Don't try to move." Adrian ordered.

"You've been out of it for an hour." Anita added.

"But then again, you managed to defeat the evil marauding invaders single handedly beforehand." Senka concluded.

"Mhmm…can I go back to sleep?" she complained, her head throbbing.

"Of course."

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Rose and the Doctor stumbled into the Control Room, blood stained and exhausted. The death toll had been high, and now the tedious process of rebuilding had begun. When the battle was abruptly halted, speculation spread like wildfire about what had happened. Rumours of a Tempest destroying the invaders with a stare colder then the Northern winds.

"Where's Jack?" Rose asked, leaning against the console.

The Doctor quickly glanced down at the readings, "Helping the clean-up effort."

Rose merely nodded.

"Mum?" Adrian asked from the door.

Her eyes went wide, "Adrian!" She barrelled across the room, knocking the wind out of him as she engulfed him in a bone-crushing embrace, "You're alive!"

"Not for much longer." He choked out, struggling to free his airways.

"Where's Josie? And Anita?" she demanded.

"I'm here." Anita said, pitching into the doorframe, "And Josie's sleeping again. Not that I blame her. Senka's watching over her."

"Senka?" The Doctor asked.

Anita shrugged, "He helped us carry her back. She was out cold."

"What the hell happened?" Rose demanded, checking the pair over just to ascertain they were real.

Finally free, Adrian slumped onto the pilot's seat, "She did it. She stopped them all."

"How?" the Doctor questioned.

"Her mind." Anita interjected, waving her hand around her temple,"I felt it. She did…something, and they couldn't breathe. It was like she was the middle of a storm."

"Storm?" The Doctor exclaimed sharply.

Rose looked pointedly at him, "What?"

"I'll explain later." He replied distractedly, "At the moment, we have a bigger problem. Or more accurately, you do."

"And that would be…" She demanded, folding her arms across her chest.

He paused, "From what you told me Anita, Josie used telepathy, or more accurately telekinesis to stop the armada. Now, for a Gallifreyan, telepathy emerges at puberty."

"Right, and how many telekinetics have there been in Gallifreyan history, just out of interest?" she asked, arms folding across her chest.

"In legend? Two, maybe three. Confirmed? None." The Doctor stated, fiddling with a yoyo he'd pulled from his pocket.

Suddenly Senka walked in, "She's awake. Said she'd take a shower."

"You all right, mate?" The Doctor asked the boy.

He shrugged, "It's a bit to absorb, but… yeah."

Suddenly there came a blood-curdling scream from the direction of Josie's room.

Instantly everyone bar the Doctor moved to the door.

"Wait!" he ordered. They froze, staring at him in shock, "Rose, remember what I said earlier?"

"Yeah." She replied sceptically.

He folded his arms, "Think about it."

Shock came over her face, "Oh."

"Pretty much describes it. You'd better go to her. As for you three, I need you to come with me to the library."

"What about Josie?" Anita demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, "Something tells me she just needs her mum at the moment."

"Oh."

"Pretty much describes it. Now come on."

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"Wow." Senka said, staring at the endless shelves of the library.

The Doctor grinned proudly, "Glad you like it. Now, yesterday Jack and I were going through some stuff in here, and he came across a piece of paper. Rather nondescript, had some fancy calligraphy on it, but in the past twenty-four hours has become rather important. What we need to do is find it. Should be within the first ten shelves, because that's where we were working."

Ten minutes into their search, Adrian asked, "Is this it?" Holding up the worn piece of paper.

"You've got it." The Doctor confirmed, "Oi! You two, over here!"

Puzzled, the pair returned to the reading area.

"Adrian, would you mind reading it to us?" He asked.

"Sure, why not?" He shrugged. As he read, their eyes grew wider, surprise coming over their faces.

Finishing the last line, Adrian demanded, "You serious?"

"Think about it. Brought here from forgotten land…"

"Gallifrey?"

"Right in one. Upon the shores of Aldonreigh,"

"The Lake's called Aldonreigh," Senka interrupted, "Not that many use the name any longer. The river that flows into it claims precedence."

"Right, that's sorted. Skip the next two verses, and look at the last verse. Now this is what is bothering me: Await the coming of daybreak Following after in her wake, Question is what time is sunrise?"

Senka shrugged, "Not for another half hour at least."

"Exactly, and didn't you say that the river that flows out the lake is also called the Aldonreigh?"

"What are you trying to say Dad?" Adrian demanded.

The Doctor looked at his son grimly, "That the board may be set, but this isn't over yet."

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A.N: So what do you think? Sorry about the huge A.N at the start, but I love your reviews, and you deserve to have your questions answered. On that subject, ASK ME QUESTIONS! I love reviews, I love hearing what you have to say, and as my friends will tell you, I'm a much happier person for them. So do us a favour and please review. Constructive criticism helps greatly, and flames will be used to weld my new bassoon bell! Ciao!