Yay! Lots of reviews for the last chapter! I love you all. Oh and thanks for helping me about Rose's hair, to be honest I didn't know what peroxide was embarrased look I did wonder what Anndroid was on about there.

My fantastic beta has requested to be mentioned, so I will mention her. Her name is QueenBoris, though I think the name Susan suits her better, she's too bloody smart. She's been a big help in writing this, so thank you to her.

Disclaimer: I don't think Iown Doctor Who, let me check... nope, I don't. Damn.

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The Doctor was running fast. Very fast. So fast Susan was having a hard time keeping up. She was pretty sure she'd never seen anyone run so fast, or be able to get through a forest so easily.

The Doctor leapt over roots and plants, weaved between trees and ducked under branches with amazing speed and accuracy. He seemed to be moving faster that it is possible to move, but to him time was going horribly slow, as it always did when Rose was in trouble.

Finally, he came to a clearing. Jumping out from the trees, he span around, looking for any sign of Rose.

"Rose!" he yelled at the top of his voice, "ROSE!" But there was no answer. Nothing. Panic began to rise in him as he frantically ran around looking for any sign of her. He ran a hand though his hair.

"Grandfather!" He spun round and gasped as he saw was Susan was looking at.

The last thing he remembered was wondering how stupid he looked with his mouth hanging open like that before his world went black.

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The Doctor groaned and opened his eyes, and instantly regretted it. He was in some sort of jail cell, and had one hell of a headache. He sat up and rubbed his head, looking around himself. He was surrounded by stone walls, but couldn't see a door. The floor and ceiling were also stone. The stone was damp and rough, and the room smelt like a sewer. There was no light, spare the few rays that were slipping through a few cracks in the ceiling. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw Susan lying next to him. Shifting closer to her, he gently shook her, willing her to wake up.

"Susan?" he whispered, "Wake up, come on," but she remained unconscious. He checked her pulse and breathing, which were both normal. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stood up and looked around the cell for any sign of a door or any other way out. He pulled out the sonic screwdriver, and scanned the room.

But he got nothing. No way out. The room was sealed stone. So how the hell had they got in there? He scanned for some type of teleport, but there didn't seem to be any. Maybe the teleport had been turned off. He sighed and leaned against the wall behind him.

He decided to try to figure out what race of aliens had captured them. If these aliens were on Gallifrey, then they must have something to do with the Time Lords. But they weren't Time Lords. If they were, he would be able to sense them. Before they'd knocked him out, he got a glimpse of the ship. It was big, black and quite frankly rather scary. The weird thing was that one-minute it hadn't been there, and then suddenly it was. And then he'd been knocked out, probably by some sort of signal or wave, since it hadn't been anything physical that had knocked him out. But he couldn't help but think he'd seen that ship somewhere before…

"Grandfather?" Susan started to open her eyes, and the Doctor was instantly beside her. He helped her sit up as she looked around. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," he replied, trying to cover his nerves. He didn't do a very good job, though. "There doesn't appear to be anyway out, which is less than good," he stood up and tried to see anything through the cracks, but all he could see was white light.

"Grandfather, how are we going to get out?" Susan asked, getting increasingly worried.

"I don't know!" he shouted angrily, throwing both fists against the wall in front of him. He punched it, with all his might, but nothing happened. All he managed to achieve was a painful throbbing in his hand. He didn't care though, and punched it another few times, but still nothing happened. Eventually he gave up, and let his bruised, cut hands fall to his sides. He turned around and leant his back against the wall, defeated. Slowly, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground, resting his elbows against his knees and his head in his hands. He shook his head, as his mind raced, trying to think of some way out.

Susan sat down next to him, and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. What she was reassuring him of, however, she wasn't quite sure.

"So what are we going to do?" she asked quietly. The Doctor moved his hands and looked forward into space.

"We wait," he said, sadly. He looked up at the ceiling, where the few rays of light were shining through. Just one world was running through his head.

Rose…

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Rose was bored. Before she was bored she was scared, but now she was just bored. From the little light that was coming through the ceiling, she could just about make out the time on her watch. She'd been there for two hours. Well, two hours and 7 minutes to be precise. The Doctor was going to come soon, she was sure he was. He had to.

She'd tried to find a door, but as far as she could tell she was in a solid stone room, with a few cracks in the ceiling. She had no idea how they'd got her in there. There seemed to be no way out, but she knew the Doctor would find a way. He always did.

Suddenly she was pulled back to reality as the room started to melt away from her. She stared in horror as everything went black, and her head was spinning. She felt as if she was falling. Then her body seemed to be ripped apart, then stuffed back together again, as another room melted into view in front of her.

She lay numbly on the floor for a moment, as she waited for the world to stop spinning in front of her.

"You will stand."

She vaguely registered a voice, but it didn't seem to mean much to her. She had a splitting headache, but it was fading quickly. But she still didn't feel much like moving.

"You will stand."

Uh oh. The voice was starting to sound angry. Better to as it said. Blearily, she stumbled to her feet, almost falling straight back over again. Swaying, she tried to make out the blurry figures in front of her. It took a second for her to realise they were moving closer to her, and she took a step back.

"You are not Time Lord."

Her sight began to come back to her, and she saw the figure in front of her properly. She frowned for a second at the human features. But confusing was quickly replaced by fear, as the features looked rather angry.

"You are not needed."

The man in front of her looked human enough, with black hair and piecing eyes. But there was something about him that made him so alien. She looked around worriedly as more people approached her from all directions, cutting off any form of escape.

"You will be disposed of."