The Time Lord takes her back to her flat, and makes sure she's still alright. After confirming that she's fine, and was happy to be there for him, he leaves.

Sophie moves on with her life, not seeing the Time Lord for a while after that. She graduated from secondary school, and applied to a few Universities, getting accepted into a few. The day before school is scheduled to begin, the Doctor once again barged into her life.

She wakes up early in that morning, and, after getting ready for the day moves to the kitchen to get some tea, only to find the Time Lord sitting at the table, a tea cup in his hand. His chucks are up on her table, as he leans back in his chair. "Oh, hey Soph."

"Doc," she sighs, walking over to the kettle. "What can I do for you this time?"

"What, I can't just come to visit you?"

"No, and get your dirty shoes off my table," she says, turning around, setting her mug on the table.

Begrudgingly the Time Lord sets his shoes on the floor, his own cup resting on the table. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as well, interlocking his fingers. "How would you like to help me hunt a Zygon?"

"Sounds fun," she shrugs, sipping her tea. "I need to be back by tomorrow, but other than that, sounds like it could be a blast."

"Great," the Gallifreyan states, his eyebrows rising, "Allons-y then?"

The girl sighs, standing to her feet, "Allons-y, Doc."

He grins at her, grabbing her hand, and the tea cup. She holds onto her mug, as she follows him into his blue box.

The Doctor flips the final lever, the wheezing groaning of its landing echoing through the ship. "England, 1562," he declares, grabbing his coat from where he had flung it over one of the coral struts. She steps out of the doors behind him, finding the ship in a meadow by the river.

She takes a deep breath, looking around the area, "It's pretty beautiful."

The Time Lord sniffs, shoving his hands into his pockets, "Yeah, it is pretty beautiful, y'know, for earth."

"Oh, shut it, you clotpole."

He turns, smirking at her, "Not a chance."

*A few hours later*

About an hour into their trip, the Doctor had wandered off, leaving Sophie stranded in the meadow. About thirty minutes later, he had shown back up, Queen Elizabeth the first on his arm.

"Uh, Doc, care to introduce your friend?"

"Huh, oh, right. Elizabeth, this is my friend, Sophie, Soph, this is Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth."

She immediately curtsies, smiling at the Queen, while shooting the Time Lord a questioning look. "I was going to take her on a tour of the TARDIS, feel free to continue to explore the meadow."

"Uh, okay." It's then that she notices the bright white horse he's holding the reigns of, walking it toward the TARDIS. "Hold on, where did you get a horse?"

"Don't worry about it. Do me favour would you? There's picnic basket over there, could you lay it out?"

"Sure..." she trails off, the Gallifreyan, and Queen, disappearing into the depths of the time/space machine.

She sets about setting up the picnic, wondering to herself if the Time Lord only brought her along to be his servant. "Lotta love for the person who was beside you for the whole planet destroying thing," she mutters.

Just as she finishes laying it all out, just near the large tent with a royal flag waving from it, the Doctor and Queen Elizabeth the 1st come galloping from the TARDIS stop the horse.

"Allons-y! There you go, your Majesty, what did I tell you? Bigger on the inside."

"The door isn't," the Queen chuckles, "You nearly took my head off. It's normally me who does that."

Sophie watches as the Time Lord assists the Queen of the horse. The Doctor turns, looking at her. He gestures with his head for her to join them. Cautiously she approaches, smiling at the Queen.

The three all sit, the Queen practically laying on the Doctor, who's merely propped up on his elbows. Sophie sits at the other end of the blanket, her legs crossed under her.

"Tell me, Doctor," the Queen starts, "why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan."

"You have a picnic to eat," the Time Lord informs her, whilst feeding her a grape.

Sophie grabs her glass of wine, looking at all the food spread out in front of her. She catches the look the Doctor shoots her way, as she sips her drink, but chooses to ignore it. She's eighteen, so therefore it's perfectly legal for her to drink at any point in time, at least in Britain.

"You could help me," Elizabeth urges the Gallifreyan.

"Well, I'm helping you eat the picnic."

"But you have a stomach for war," she says again, moving to look at the Time Lord. Sophie almost chokes on her wine, but manages to pass it off as a cough, trying not to draw the Queen's attention to herself. "This face has seen conflict, it's as clear as day."

"Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe. But it wasn't this face," the Time Lord leaps to his feet, Sophie quickly following suit. "But never mind that, your Majesty. Up on your feet. Up, up," he pulls the royal onto her feet.

"How dare you? I'm the Queen of England."

The Doctor sniffs, cocking his head slightly to the side, "I'm not English." He falls down to one knee, taking the Queen's hand in his own, and things begin to click into place in the girl's mind. "Elizabeth, will you marry me?"

"Oh, my dear sweet love. Of course I will."

"Ah, gotcha!" he shouts, jumping back to his feet.

"My love?"

"One, the real Elizabeth would never have accepted my marriage proposal. Two, the real Elizabeth would notice when I just casually mentioned having a different face. But then the real Elizabeth isn't a shape-shifting alien from outer space. And..." from within the depth of his pocket, he pulls out some sort of clockwork machine, looking very hobbled together, "ding."

"What's that?" Elizabeth asks, her eyes narrowing.

"It's a machine that goes ding." Sophie can't help but snort at that statement. The Time Lord looks over, and winks at her. Turning back to address the Queen, "Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Ooo. Also it can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop."

"My love, I do not understand."

"I'm not your love, and yes you do. You're a Zygon," the Time Lord accuses. Sophie quickly moves over to stand next to the Gallifreyan.

"A Zygon?" Elizabeth asks.

"Oh, stop it. It's over. A Zygon, yes. Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers. Surprisingly good kisser."

Sophie cuts him off, "I'm sorry, kisser?"

He ignores her, plowing forward, "Think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with any old handsome bloke in a tight suit, just cos he's got amazing hair and a nice horse?"

"Real humble'' she mutters, turning to look at the horse, only to find a large red monster, covered in suckers. "Oh!"

"It was the horse," he says, shocked, "I'm going to be King." Quickly grabbing one of the Queen's hands, and one of Sophie's, "Run!"

"What's happening?" The Queen demands.

"A shape-shifting alien, previously disguised as the Doctor's horse, is attacking us. Basically because he was being a pompous know-it-all and ignoring the signs in front of his face."

"Do you really have to insult me now?" he hisses, leading into a dilapidated building.

"What does that mean?" the Queen demands.

"It means we're going to need a new horse."

Peering around the ruined structure, Sophie watches as the Zygon takes off in the opposite direction of them, "Where's it going?" she wonders aloud.

The Doctor shakes his head, before swiftly turning to face the Queen. "I'll hold it off. You run. Your people need you."

Elizabeth turns to go, stopping to say, "And I need you alive for our wedding day." She grabs his cheeks, giving him a long hard kiss, whilst Sophie tries very hard not to laugh.

The Queen turns, and flees for her life, leaving the duo to find the alien. "Oh, real good work there, Doc. The Virgin Queen? So much for history."

He points his finger at her, while grabbing his machine that he had set down, "You, you just shut up, okay."

He once again grabs her hand pulling her out into the forest. After running a ways, they hear a female scream. In shock, the Doctor drops her hand, running in the general direction of the scream, his gizmo repeatedly dinging.

The girl stays as close as she can to him, the duo stopping in front of a large floppy-eared rabbit. "Oh, very clever," he growls, "Whatever you've got planned, forget it. I'm the Doctor. I'm nine hundred and four years old. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you? Okay, carry on. Just a general warning."

"You're an idiot."

"I know."