Author Note: Ok, fair point YamiKITG...I guess I should have mentioned the fact that I had actually used little extracts from the Doctor Who books...so I'll mention it now.

Over the course of the next few chapters, I have occasionally used little extracts from the books, or the tv shows, just to keep you guys interested...or because I couldn't think of how to write it differently. No copyright infringements or anything was intended, and I'm sorry for not pointing this out before. I do not take any credit for those little bits, and they remain the property and ideas of the authors of those books and the writters of the shows. But the rest is purely my own work, and thanks Yami for bringing this to my attention. If any of you can see any other similar things that I have failed to mention, because I haven't realised, then please tell me. Your thoughts will be warmly welcomed as always.

Now, on with the story, and I hope you guys enjoy it, despite this new information that I have just given you!

Despite the fact that she had been yawning ever since their arrival and could barely keep awake, Rose had refused to go to bed until gone 9:30pm, when the TARDIS was safely in space again. By that time, however, she could barely keep her eyes open and had finally let Jack carry her to her room, seeing as she couldn't even stand up either.

As he layed her on the bed, he saw that she had just dropped off to sleep, so he smiled, kissed her gently on the forehead and then left her, fully clothed. He'd even left her trainers on, because after all, it had taken the Doctor and him a good two hours to convince her that she needed sleep. If he woke her up now, by removing her trainers, she'd either hit the roof and be in a foul mood for the next few weeks, or she'd never get back to sleep again.

He went back to join the Doctor at the controls. "Asleep before her head even hit the pillow," he reported with a smile and the Doctor nodded gratefully.

"Now all we have to do is hope that she stays there. She hates admitting that she's tired, and if she had her own way, she'd keep going until she collapsed with exhaustion."

"Thats the good thing about Rose. She's determined and stubborn. She'd make a good Time Lord, huh Doc?"

"No," came the short reply, but Jack realised the Doctor hadn't been talking to him. He had been talking to the TV screen he'd been watching.

"Whats up Doc? Hey, I sound like Bugs Bunny!" Jack began chuckling at his own joke, but the Doctor wasn't listening. He was scanning the screen frantically.

"No! No! No! She can't have! It's impossible!"

"What?" Jack asked again, moving over to look at the screen with the Doctor. "I don't see anything."

"Exactly!" the Doctor replied. "That's Margaret's cell, down in the TARDIS prison. She's gone!"

"Oh great!" Jack replied worriedly. "So she's roaming freely around London in 2005, still in her alien form. Not good!"

The Doctor leaped onto the TARDIS console, flattening himself across it and jabbing at a panel on the opposite side. "No, reverse, reverse!" he shouted at it. "No..." He shot an anxious glance over at Jack, then pressed about seventeen buttons at once, using fingers, feet, whatever he could. If Jack hadn't been so anxious he would have clapped at that.

The TARDIS gave an almighty shudder - even by its normal standards, Jack thought as he was thrown to the floor. He saw something pink and black streak past and realised it was Rose, running over to join the Doctor.

"What's happening?" she cried, grabbing onto the rail and holding on as the huge, ancient machinery somewhere deep inside the TARDIS shrieked in agony. Then it gave one last resentful wail, as if it was shouting at the Doctor, How dare you do this to me! and then the column settled with a deep rumble.

Rose lifted her head, brushed the hair out of her eyes and let go of the rail. She gazed up to see the Doctor stroking the console. "I am so sorry," he whispered to it soothingly.

"Don't I get a bit of attention?" she said, hauling herself up off the floor, using the rail.

The Doctor leaped down from the console and stroked her arm. "You're gonna be all right," he said in the same cooing tone of voice.

Rose pulled her arm away. "No. Save it for your dashboard," she grinned.

"I'll have a bit if there's any going," Jack called. He did a cartwheel and sat up smiling. "Crash test training. A perfect fall."

"Then you don't need it," Rose replied. Then she looked at the Doctor. "So what happened?"

"Minor set back. Nothing to worry about. You go back to bed and I'll call you if anything happens, alright?"

"Fine," Rose sighed. She wasn't convinced, but she was too tired to argue anyway. So she traipsed off back to her room, and as soon as her door closed, Jack turned to the Doctor. "You didn't tell her about Margaret."

"Nor did you. For the same reason, I imagine."

"She would have worried, wanted to help. And she's in no fit state to do that at the moment," Jack replied, and the Doctor nodded to show that that had been his reason too.

"So, back where we started...now where would a dirty great alien hide round here?" The Doctor wondered as he walked over to the door. Jack hesitated for a moment, then bounded after him.

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"I've looked everywhere. No sign of her, and no-one's seen anything," Jack reported as he met up with the Doctor an hour later.

"Same," the Doctor sighed. Then his defeated look turned into one of deep concern and sudden alarm.

"What?" Jack asked worriedly. He had seen that look before, right before the Doctor revealed something bad.

"Suppose Margaret never did leave the TARDIS after all? Suppose she was just hoping we'de fall for the trick so that she could use it to take her home...we've left Rose to look after the TARDIS, but if she's asleep then that won't stop Margaret!"

"Oh hell!" Jack cried as he and the Doctor legged it back towards the TARDIS. To their surprise, the TARDIS was still where they had left it, nothing had moved or been disturbed.

"Something's not right, I can feel it," Jack mumbled as he followed the Doctor back inside. "I'm going to check on Rose."

"I'll come too," the Doctor said, and he gave Jack that same look that he had first given him when he had stepped into the TARDIS and Rose and the Doctor had been dancing. It was a look that said everything. It was a look that said 'She's mine."

A/N: Ok 1 more thing, thanks for all your reviews, they are really great to read! (Have I already said that? Oh well I'll say it again anyway!)