"So, do you know how to get out of a parallel dimension, Liza?" I sat down on a stool I had dragged in front of the console, as the Doctor flipped a few switches on the console. Rose was standing nearby, her hands folded and her eyebrows raised at me.

I shrugged and leaned across to see what he was doing, "I don't know, why are you asking me?"

"You were the one who said that there was a show about me and Rose," He looked at me like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Yeah, so?"

"I would have visited a parallel world at some point or another and gotten out,"

"No comment, because, well," I folded my hands and shrugged, folding my legs on the stool.

"It's in my future?" He continued pressing some buttons, and looked up at me, "It's alright if you tell me how I got out of the dimension and not how things happened,"

I shrugged and bit my lip. I had to tell him but not tell him. Was this how River felt every time she met the Doctor? I looked at the console, frowning. "Well, you landed there by accident,"

"Okay," He came to me and pulled me off the stool. I stumbled, and had to hold onto the console to stop myself from falling flat on my face. "Careful, I'm already clumsy as it is!"

He ignored me and pulled me in front of him. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me. "Okay, I want you to reconstruct the accident right now,"

"What, and tell you some crucial information about your future and stop it from happening because you'll be careful to not commit the accident in said future and end up jeopardising everything that would possibly happen afterward? No thanks," I walked away and looked at the controls, as Rose scoffed, "Well, I'm glad we've got you,"

"Liza please? We need to go back to our universe or else your show would probably never happen!"

I paused in front of a few controls. He did have a point, though. If we were stuck here, then there would be no Martha, no Ten, no Weeping Angels, no Silence, no Eleven, no Ponds, and no Clara. Oh, and no Twelve. I shuddered internally at the thought of that. I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Well, the accident was someone pressing a switch for 29 minutes more than needed, but I don't know what switch,"

"Oh, brilliant, that narrows it down to four million possible switches!" Rose complained, as she walked around to stand next to the Doctor.

"Although, it's a bad idea since that switch made the time vortex disappear-" I blurted out. I heard the Doctor gasp. My eyes widened and I stopped myself in time and looked behind me. The Doctor was staring at me open-mouthed.

"But that would've left us stranded in the dark dimension!"

"Spoilers, it might have, it might not have, anyway, you also mentioned that the Medusa Cascade was a place for some temporal rift thing- maybe we could go there and figure out what to do," I laughed nervously and quickly changed the subject and went to sit down on my stool. I looked down at my hands.

"But how did we survive?!" Rose came in front of me.

"Rose, it happens in our future, why don't we just go to the Medusa Cascade like she said?" The Doctor flipped a few switches and pressed a couple of buttons. "Or was there another way in that show?"

"Well, there's always Darlig Ulv Stranden if the Medusa Cascade doesn't work," I shrugged and tilted my chin, "Although that would be the wrong dimension-" I exhaled, threw my hands up and stood up, "I don't know, just try the Medusa Cascade or whatever and then we can see things from there!"

"Alright! Medusa Cascade, here we come!" He grinned and ran around the console, flipping a few switches as he did so. "Rose, hold that lever, and Liza, hold on to that lever beside you!"

I reached out a hand to do so. "The one on the right!" I nodded, and reached out for a lever.

"I meant your right, not mine!" He gestured to me and went back to pushing buttons. "But that is my right!"

"No it isn't- are you telling me that you can't tell right and left apart?"

"I dunno, you tell me!" I threw my hands up and folded them. My cheeks felt warm, and I tried my best to not lrt it show.

He rolled his eyes and gestured to a blue and red lever near me, "Just hold that one, never mind what I said just now," And muttered something, which I'm pretty sure was something indicative to my usual idiocy, which I wouldn't be surprised about. I shook my head and held the lever down. "You could've just said that, you know," I looked down in an attempt to hide my absolute mortification.

"How was I to know that you don't know the difference between right and left, what are you, eight?" He walked around, flipping some switches.

"Doctor, not all of us are as smart as you!" Rose protested from the other end of the TARDIS. "Although I'm sure that most of us can tell right and left apart," she muttered, and looked back down at the lever. I scowled at her and looked down at mine. "I have many priorities in life, and knowing the difference between direction isn't one of them,"

"Like what?" The Doctor asked from beside me. He had come there to flip another switch. "Eating beans on toast and cookies?"

"One, what kind of a combo is that, and two, I was talking about TV, and work, and avoiding society in general-"

"I find that it's quite hard to do that," The Doctor shrugged, walking behind me to Rose. The TARDIS jolted and we lurched forward. My heart jolted and I held on to the other side of the console while still holding the lever. I shouted, and the Doctor laughed, holding onto a lever himself.

"You're gonna have to get used to that if you're gonna be a regular, you know," Rose said smugly, shrugging, and looked at the Doctor like she was proving him a point. I frowned slightly at that and was about to come up with something, but the TARDIS jolted again, and I had to hold onto the console to avoid getting thrown to the other side of the room. The adrenaline was flooding in my head and my heart kept leaping and jolting as we were being thrown in all directions.

"Did you seriously not consider taking lessons to drive the TARDIS, Doctor?" I shouted, as we were almost thrown toward another side again. I tightened my grip on the console.

"Who needs lessons when I can do this?!" He yelled, grinning widely like a madman (which he was, so basically, not surprising) as he pulled a lever, "Medusa Cascade, you don't know what's hit you!"

"Yeah, you're probably gonna have the heart attack of the millennium because this idiot decided to ram his time machine into you," I muttered, bracing for the impact as something else seemed to be hitting the TARDIS again. "Although, I did suggest this so I don't know what that says about me,"

"That you encourage the idiot, maybe?" The Doctor yelled, "Hold tight!"

I grabbed onto the console while still trying to hold down the lever. "Doctor, what did she say?" Rose shouted from her end, holding onto the ends of the console for dear life.

"Oh, nothing, it was just an accurate description of what may happen!" He pulled a stopper out of the console and held onto the sides, grinning maniacally, "We're in for a surprise this time! Flying straight into the heart of the Cascade!"

"What description?!"

"Oh nothing, I just predicted that we may die and possibly destroy the universe by doing so!" My hand started slipping from the lever. My heart started beating harder and harder against my chest, and I bit my lip as I tried to tighten my grip on the lever.

"Don't let that lever go even if it's the last thing you do!" The Doctor pointed a finger at me as he pulled the screens toward him, "Time winds blowing extremely fast, possibly strong enough to rip apart the TARDIS," He shrugged, as if he was making a rough calculation.

"WHAT?!" Rose and I yelled. I looked at him, my eyes wide, "I swear, if I die on my first trip in the TARDIS, I will kill you in heaven! Twice!"

"There might be a penalty for that, you know!" He held onto the screen with one hand and typed in something with his other hand. "What are you doing!"

"Typing in space time coordinates!"

"To where?!" Rose yelled.

"The Medusa Cascade!"

"You mean the place we just flew into? Are you seriously trying to get us killed?!"

"The one in our universe, Liza! And I'm very careful, you know! The chances of you dying are probably 50%," He was staring at the screens as he was blindly typing something. The TARDIS was spinning around, hitting something or the other, almost throwing us in different directions each second.

"So we have an equal chance of dying?!"

"What else do you expect, traveling with him?!" Rose looked up at me, an incredulous look on her face.

"I didn't expect to die on my first trip, though!"

The TARDIS jolted violently, and I almost lost grip on the lever and the console. Brilliant. Seventh mini heart attack in the last hour. I moved my other hand and used it to hold down the lever, losing support of my legs and almost flying backwards. The lever was the only thing that was keeping me from flying backwards and getting a brain concussion by hitting my head on the walls. I tried to calm my breaths and my heart as I was partially suspended in air, blood rushing everywhere.

"Relax, nobody is dying!" The Doctor pushed the screen away in front of my face. The Circular Gallifreyan letters swirled past me as the TARDIS jolted for one last time before coming to a stop. "See? I told you!"

I fell backwards and landed on the floor, breathing heavily, my heart still beating wildly, "Of all the things I imagined I would be doing on my first trip in the TARDIS, jumping dimensions was probably at the bottom of my list," I said between deep breaths.

The Doctor, on the other hand, frowned and stared at the screens. "What the- we were supposed to be landing in France," He pulled another screen toward him. I sat up and looked at him, "What's happened?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the doors and back at the screen again. "Why is this happening?" He pushed the screen away and looked toward the doors. He stuffed his sonic into his pocket again and started walking toward it.

"Why is what happening?" I frowned. Was this an episode? What point of his timeline was this? He finished Aliens in London, for sure-

He ignored me and opened the doors. Rose went toward him and I slowly got up, rubbing my head. "Typical. We land right into something the Doctor isn't fond of," I muttered, and ran toward them.

The Doctor stepped out as I reached the doors. "So what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked.

He stepped down from the TARDIS, her right behind him. I walked out after the two of them and took in the surroundings. Expensive carpet, glass cases full of exhibits, a high ceiling. Very familiar. I folded my hands and walked toward the Doctor. "Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course,"

"Where are we?" My eyes widened slightly as I could recognise a few elements of the place.

"Utah," I whispered as I saw a gleam coming from one of the exhibits. No. Please, not this one. Just- please. I shivered, and the Doctor looked at me. "You're right,"

I shrugged, "Well, knowing what happens kinda helps," I forced a smile, "Okay, let's go back now," No way he was facing the Dalek. Not after what he had just done some time ago. Screw cannon, the Doctor's emotions were much more important.

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Please, let's just, we can come here later," Anything to not face this episode. He would be really mad if he found out. My breathing quickened and my heart rate threatened to increase again.

"It's an episode, it has to happen, that's what you said, right?" The Doctor said, looking at me.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect that we'd land here of all places," I shrugged. The Doctor put an arm on my shoulder. I looked up at him, "Liza, if this is a bad one, it's fine. It should happen anyway, though, shouldn't it?"

I nodded, looking down, "But I'm warning you, you're not gonna like it, and you're probably gonna hate me by the end of this"

He squeezed my shoulder. I looked up at his small smile, "I won't hate you, Liza. I promise."

Rose cleared her throat and we looked at her, "Now that that's settled, when are we?"

I had to resist rolling my eyes, even though she did ask this in the episode. The Doctor, on the other hand, seemed unfazed as he walked toward an exhibit. "2012,"

He looked around at the glass, as if looking for a switch. I folded my hands tighter, rubbing my arms up and down. "God, that's so close, I should be twenty six,"

"And I would've been seventeen," I muttered, trying to keep my mind off the Dalek, still rubbing my arms. The Doctor flicked a switch loudly (probably because of the silence), and a bunch of lights switched on, illuminating each of the display exhibits.

"Blimey," Rose gasped, turning to look at the place, "Like a great big museum," I shrunk closer to the Doctor, who moved a little closer to me, judging my how obviously uncomfortable I was. Way to go, Liza, you've already proved that you're a horrible companion.

"An alien museum, right, Liza?" The Doctor looked at me with an encouraging smile.

"Isn't it obvious?" I murmured, going to look at a display case with a Judoon helmet in it. I bit my lip, shivering, even though it wasn't even the least bit cold.

'Someone's got a hobby,'' I followed the Doctor, my heart rate increasing with every step. Any minute now we get cornered by guards and taken to Van Statten. And then, the Oncoming Storm gets unleashed. "Must've spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust," He pointed at a metal disk with sections in it, "That's the mileometer from the Roswell spaceship. Turns out they were actually Alamraxens," He looked back at me, and I tried to smile.

"That's a bit of Slitheen!" Rose pointed to a case with a Raxacoricofallapatorian hand. Any second now. I rubbed my arms even more, wincing at the coldness of my palms. "That's a Slitheen's arm! It's been stuffed!"

I turned to the Doctor, who was staring at a Cyberman head. "Oh, look at you,"

"What is it?" Rose walked behind him along with me. I shrunk back, biting my lip harder as I shrunk more behind the Doctor. "Cyberman," I whimpered, my voice shaking. My heart was running faster than an Olympic runner, and a lump in my throat was forming. I unfolded my hands and balled them up.

The Doctor seemed to sense my distress (not surprising, even a monkey seven hundred miles away could) as he held one of them, rubbing it in comfort. "It's alright, it isn't even alive, Liza,"

I hummed and held onto his hand tightly. He continued rubbing it. "What's a Cyberman?"

"An old friend of mine," He tilted his chin in a very Ten- like manner, "Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit," Fifteen seconds. Twenty at most. I breathed out and whimpered. The Doctor's hand tightened around mine.

"Is that where the signal's coming from?"

"Nah, it's stone dead, the signal's alive. Something's reaching out. Calling for help," He raised a hand to touch the glass.

"No, don't-" I whispered, when he touched it and the alarms went off. I let go of the Doctor's hand as Rose jumped. Soldiers armed with guns surrounded us. Here goes. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Don't cry.

"If someone is collecting aliens, that makes you exhibit A," Rose said, and the Doctor grinned at the soldiers. I, on the other hand, wasn't so chill. I shrunk back even more, and the Doctor took my hand again, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, was this what you were so scared of?"

"Not even close," I murmured, shrinking closer to him as we were being escorted to Van Statten's office. And then, the Oncoming Storm.

"Well, I'm prepared for anything, then," He grinned at me and I shook my head, "Not for this," He squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. "Whatever happens, don't worry. You'll be safe,"

"It's you I'm worried about,"

"Don't be, I'll be fine,"

We entered Van Statten's office as Adam was showing him the stuff he bought, including the shell shaped instrument. I took a deep breath and braced myself to face this horror, and the horror after that. My heart was beating even faster, and I clenched my hands into fists, biting the inside of my cheek. The self portrait of Statten was what caught my attention the most. Hmm, self absorbed, like in the episode. Didn't know what else to expect, though.

"Well, do you see the tubes on the side?" Adam was gesturing to the musical instrument Van Statten was holding as the Doctor looked at him in amusement, "It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel,"

"I really wouldn't hold it like that," The Doctor interrupted, making everyone look at him.

"Doctor-" I said, while the curly haired lady called Diana snapped, "Shut it!"

"Really though, that's wrong,"

"Is it dangerous?" Adam looked at the Doctor. Not as much as what we're about to face.

"No, it just looks silly," He reached out, and guns cocked around us. I looked around and back at the Doctor, who had taken the instrument from Van Statten. "You just need to be," He stroked the instrument, and it played a note, "Delicate," He played a few more notes. This calmed my nerves a bit, but I was still freaking out. The more time that passed, the closer we were to facing the Dalek. Maybe I could try not to set it loose. Maybe-

"It's a musical instrument," While everyone was looking at it with awe, there was a sort of a lust in Van Statten's eyes.

The Doctor continued playing it, "And it's a long way away from home,"

Van Statten reached out, "Here, let me," He grabbed it from the Doctor harshly and started playing some off key notes.

"I did say delicate," The Doctor said, as Van Statten looked up at him, still playing it awfully, "Reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision,"

Van Statten tried again, more gently this time and finally got it. "Very good. Quite the expert," The Doctor said, smiling.

"As are you," Van Statten looked up at the Doctor, tossing the instrument aside. The Doctor frowned at that. I looked at the instrument, trying to estimate how much more time we had till the Dalek made an appearance. "Who exactly are you?" Van Statten asked.

"I'm the Doctor, and who are you?"

"Like you don't know,"

"He really doesn't," I murmured, unnoticed by everyone. Ten minutes, maybe. Fifteen at most. And then, Dalek time. I dug my fingers into my palms. I should've made a better effort at trying to get the Doctor out.

"We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extraterrestrial artifacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake,"

The Doctor grinned, "Pretty much sums me up, yeah,"

Van Statten nodded, obviously not convinced. He walked past Adam in front of us, "Question is, how did you get in?" He walked in front of us, face to face with the Doctor, "53 floors down, with your cat burglar accomplices. Quite a collector yourself, they're rather pretty,"

"I'm gonna smack you if you keep saying things like that," Rose said.

I raised both my eyebrows at him, "Excuse me?"

"Oh, the blonde one's English, too!"" He turned to Adam, who was fidgeting, "Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy! Got you a girlfriend. Unless you like Americans now, of course,"

I scowled at him, folding my hands. Adam looked visibly uncomfortable as Rose looked at him, an eyebrow raised, "This is Mister Henry Van Statten,"

"And who's he when he's at home?" Rose asked, seemingly ignoring the whole girlfriend comment.

"Mister Van Statten owns the internet,"

"Don't be stupid, no one owns the internet," Rose scoffed. Almost time. I balled up my hands again.

"Let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" Van Statten sounded like he was lecturing a bunch of five year olds as he nodded at us while speaking. I would've definitely been much more irritated if I wasn't constantly thinking about the Dalek in the cage.

"So you're just about an expert in everything except the things in your museum. Anything you don't understand, you lock up,"

"And you claim greater knowledge?"

"I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am,"

"And yet, I captured you. Right next to the cage. What were you doing down there?"

I shuddered, folding my hands and rubbing my arms. Soon. And by soon, like really soon. I took a deep breath as my heart rate started increasing again.

"You tell me," The Doctor said, noticing the look on my face before he did so.

"The cage contains my one living specimen," I took in a shaky breath and rubbed my arms harder. Don't cry. Don't cry. Just don't. The Doctor frowned at my expression and moved a little closer to me, and turned to Van Statten. "And what's that?"

He looked at me again, knowing that I knew what was in there. I was tempted to tell him that it was a Dalek and that we had to run, and I almost did, "It's a-"

"Like you don't know," Van Statten interrupted.

"Show me," The Doctor stared at him firmly.

"Doctor, you really don't wanna-"

"You wanna see it?"

"You really don't," I whispered, but the Doctor seemed to have ignored me. This was gonna screw him up so much. I sighed and took a deep breath. "I'm coming too," The words slipped out before I could even process what I had just decided.

"Are you sure?" The Doctor turned to me, surprised, "You were freaking out the seconds ago,"

"I know what's gonna happen once you see the specimen, and I don't want you to face it alone," I whispered, and then looked at Van Statten, "I'm coming with him and that's final,"

"Goddard!" Van Statten looked at the curly redhead, "Inform the Cage we're heading down,"

"Are you sure about this, Liza, you were terrified," The Doctor whispered.

"One hundred percent," I whispered back, as Van Statten turned to Adam.

"You, English, look after the blonde. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you British do. And you, Doctor with no name and brunette. Come and see my pet,"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as the Doctor and I followed Van Statten. My heart rate kept increasing and my breathing got shallower. "Are you sure you want to do this?" The Doctor took my hand and rubbed it as we walked forward.

"My reaction is nothing compared to what yours will be, Doctor,"

"What is in there? You think you can tell me?"

Could I? I mean, he was gonna find out anyway, but was I allowed to tell him? Maybe if I did, we could end up going back sooner and the Dalek would never be set loose. Maybe the Doctor would kill the Dalek. Maybe everything would be settled without many deaths. "I guess," I shrugged, as we walked near the Cage, "Although, I expect you won't believe me,"

We entered the Cage, which had a bunch of people walking around. A man in an orange suit was removing his helmet. "We've tried everything. The creature had shielded itself but there's definite signs of life inside,"

"Inside? Inside what?"

"Metal casing," I murmured, and he looked down at me, frowning.

At that moment, the orange suit guy (I think his name was Simon something) walked toward us, "Welcome back sir, I've had to take the power down. The Metaltron is resting,"

"Metaltron?" The Doctor frowned and I shrunk closer to him. I took in another shaky breath. This was it. Most probably murder ala Dalek time.

"Thought of it myself. Good, isn't it?" I was tempted to say no, but my nerves and the fact that Van Statten would probably throw me to the Dalek himself if I did stopped me, "Although I'd much prefer to find out it's real name,"

Simon whatever removed his gloves and handed them to the Doctor, "Here, you better put these on. The last guy that touched it burst into flames,"

I flinched and fidgeted more with my hands. Any moment now.

The Doctor shrugged, "We won't touch it, then,"

Van Statten raised an eyebrow, "We?"

"Yeah, me and Liza," The Doctor gestured to the two of us.

"I never said that both of you were going in the cage,"

"I beg your pardon?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

"Don't think I haven't listened to your conversations with her, Doctor, she definitely knows more than you," I shrunk back, "But she's not telling you,"

"I- I don't know what you're talking about," I tried to look as firm as possible, but Van Statten laughed.

"Go ahead, then. Impress me," He opened the doors.

"Oi, are you out of your mind?!" The Doctor exclaimed, "Can't you see that she's terrified of whatever is in there?"

"So she does know what's in there," He turned to me, "So tell me, what is it?"

I balled up my fists and swallowed the lump in my throat, "I can't,"

"And why's that?"

"Because that's not how things are supposed to happen."

"Supposed to happen?" Van Statten mimicked me and I stepped back a little. "I want to know how you know what's in there. Did it call for help or something?"

"It's complicated," I took in deep breaths, trying to be as calm as possible and trying not to burst into tears at that moment.

"Well, tell me how complicated it is when you make the Metaltron talk," Van Statten made a gesture to the soldiers, who grabbed me. I gasped as they pulled me with them to the other side of the door. "Doctor!"

"Let her go, now!" The Doctor exclaimed, but the doors slammed shut immediately, leaving me in the dark.

A/N: Hey guys! One small disclaimer: Liza is a person who isn't big on Canon and stuff because she cares more about the Doctor's feelings for the time being. She will be extremely reckless at times because of this and may give away some spoilers (and it'll bite her back in the ass so much later)

Anyway, thank you so much to all the people who have followed/ favorited my story! It honestly means so much! Please comment your thoughts if you want to, and a very Merry Christmas/ Christmas Eve to all of you! Bye!