"Mickey, come on!" Zana grabbed the man's hand as she pulled him out of the TARDIS doors. The Doctor hadn't really said anything since he landed us, but Zana was too excited for the adventure ahead to really notice.

"I'm coming!" Mickey laughed at her enthusiasm, but his eyes widened once he caught sight of their destination. "It's a spaceship. Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go!"

"It looks kind of abandoned," Zana looked around at the scattered pieces of equipment as the Doctor and Rose stepped out of the spaceship. "Anyone on board, Doctor?"

"Nah, nothing here. Well, nothing dangerous. Well, not that dangerous," the Doctor paused when Rose gave him a look. "You know what, I'll just have a quick scan, in case there's anything dangerous.

"So, what's the date? How far have we gone?" Rose watched as he stepped up to a control panel, picking up a handful of bits and pieces as he looked over everything.

"About three thousand years into your future, give or take," he informed as he pulled up on a lever, making the ceiling open up to show the stars overhead, Zana looked on in awe. They were so beautiful... "Fifty-first century. Diagmar Cluster, you're a long way from home, Mickey. Two and a half galaxies."

Rose moved over to Mickey, who was staring out of a window. Zana smiled as she rested her hands on his shoulder and smiled at him. "Mickey Smith, meet the universe. See anything you like?"

"It's so realistic!" Mickey grinned happily.

"Dear me, had some cowboys in here," the Doctor muttered, dropping the collection of useless pieces back down onto the panel. "Got a ton of repair work going on..." Zana walked over and was soon joined by Rose and Mickey as a computer came to life, revealing the exterior of the ship. "Now that's odd...Look at that. All the warp engines are going. Full capacity. There's enough power running through this ship to punch a hole in the universe, but we're not moving. So where's all that power going?"

"Where did everyone go?" Zana looked around. "Surely someone would know we were here by now."

"Good question. No life readings on board," he murmured as he read the readings from the computer.

"Well, we're in deep space. They didn't just nip out for a quick fag," Rose commented,

"No, I've checked all the smoking pods," Zana raised an eyebrow when he sniffed the air. "Can you smell that?"

"Yeah, someone's cooking," Rose nodded.

"Sunday roast, definitely," Mickey agreed.

The Doctor pressed down on a button, making the wall behind the three move away to reveal a whole other room. "Well, there's something you don't see in your average spaceship," he commented as the small group walked towards the newly discovered room.

A fireplace immediately caught Zana's eye, making her frown in confusion. "Mind explaining that, Doctor?"

"Eighteenth-century. French," he informed before pulling out the sonic screwdriver, scanning over it. "Nice mantle. Not a hologram," he frowned, knocking on the wood. "It's not even a reproduction. This actually is an eighteenth-century French fireplace. Double-sided. There's another room through there."

"There can't be," Rose shook her head as she looked out of a window. "That's the outer hull of the ship. Look."

Zana walked over and looked out towards the stars. Rose was right.

"Hello," the Doctor smiled, making Rose and Zana turn to see him crouched down, smiling into the fireplace.

"Hello," a young girl's replied. The two women instantly moved to see who he was talking to. Much to Zana's surprise, on the other side of the fire, was a young girl with long, blonde hair. She was dressed in a nightgown and was obviously in her bedroom, which Zana didn't get. How was that even possible?

"What's your name?" the Doctor asked the girl.

"Reinette," she informed softly.

"Reinette, that's a lovely name," he smiled. "Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?

"In my bedroom."

"And where's your bedroom? Where do you live, Reinette?"

"Paris, of course!"

"Paris, right," he nodded.

"Monsieur, what are you doing in my fireplace?"

"Oh, it's just a routine...fire check. Can you tell me what year it is?"

"Of course I can. Seventeen hundred and twenty-seven."

"Right, lovely. One of my favorites. August is rubbish though," he paused. "Stay indoors. Okay, that's all for now. Thanks for your help. Hope you enjoy the rest of the fire. Night, night."

"Goodnight Monsieur."

"You said this was the fifty-first century," Mickey said as soon as the Doctor stood up.

"I also said this ship was generating enough power to punch a hole in the universe. I think we just found the hole. Must be a Spatio-temporal hyperlink," the Doctor told them.

"What's that?"

"No idea. Just made it up. Didn't want to say magic door."

Zana chuckled, "And on the other side of the magic door is France in 1727?"

"Well, she was speaking French. Right period French, too!"

"She was speaking English, I heard her!" Mickey frowned.

"Yeah, I did too," Zana added.

"That's the TARDIS. Translates for you," Rose smiled at the two of them.

Mickey gawked, "Even French?"

"Yeah," she grinned.

"Gotcha!" the Doctor exclaimed suddenly, making the three of them turn to see him holding onto the fireplace.

"Doctor!"

He didn't reply as the wall rotated like out of an old horror film, making him disappear.

"Wow..." Zana looked on, impressed. "I want a go."

"Where did he go?" Mickey asked hurriedly.

"I'm guessing he's with that Reinette," Zana looked back at him.

"But...how did he do that?"

"Magic," she joked.

"No way."

"Yeah, I haven't the foggiest. What about you, Rose?"

"I...don't know," she shrugged.

"Is he coming back?" Mickey pondered.

Zana nodded, "I'd say so. The TARDIS is here."

"Yeah, good point."

They sat in silence for a moment, but it was interrupted by the Doctor's dramatic return. The fireplace spun back to its original place, but this time there was a struggling...well, Zana didn't know what it was, but it was struggling.

"Doctor!" Rose exclaimed as the Doctor rushed over to them and grabbed something resembling a gun off the wall beside them. Zana winced as he aimed it at what she assumed was a robot and pulled the trigger, expecting it to explode into pieces. Instead, white smoke filled the air, making the robot stop its struggling.

"Excellent. Ice gun," Mickey grinned excitedly.

"Fire extinguisher," the Doctor corrected, tossing it back to Rose.

"Where did that thing come from?" Rose frowned.

"Here."

"So why is it dressed like that?"

"Field trip to France. Some kind of basic camouflage protocol. Nice needlework, shame about the face," the Doctor stepped towards it and took the mask from its face. Zana watched as his eyes instantly widened in delight, making her smile softly. Under the mask was a clear head, filled with golden clockwork. She'd admit, it was pretty impressive. "Oh, you are beautiful! No, really, you are. You're gorgeous! Look at that. Space-age clockwork, I love it. I've got chills! Listen, seriously, I mean this from the heart, and, by the way, count those," he drew an X on both sides of his chest with his finger. "It would be a crime, it would be an act of vandalism to disassemble you," he held up the sonic screwdriver. "But that won't stop me."

The robot immediately pressed its fingers to its wrist, making it disappear.

"Where's it go?" Zana asked quickly.

"Short-range teleport. Can't have got far. Could still be on board," he informed.

"What is it?" Rose frowned.

"Don't go looking for it!" the Doctor replied as he stepped back on the platform beside the fireplace.

"Where're you going?"

"Back in a sec," he didn't even look up as the wall spun again. When he was out of sight, Rose hefted the fire extinguisher in her hands.

"He said not to look for it," Mickey reminded her.

"Yeah, he did," she answered simply. A grin formed on Mickey's lips as he moved forward and grabbed an extinguisher for himself. "Now you're getting it! Come on, Zana!"

"I don't- I mean, there's not another fire extinguisher," she started.

"Mickey and I got it handled," she assured.

Zana looked over their grinning faces before laughing and following after them excitedly.

"Mickey, what are you doing?" Zana smiled softly, watching as he rolled along the floor as if he was in the middle of an action movie.

Mickey just grinned before rushing forward, but he soon came to a stop when something strange caught his eye. "Are you looking at me?"

"What is it?" Zana moved to stand beside the bewildered man and gasped. Right in front of them was a camera, well, something like that. But instead of the usual lens, there was a human eye staring back at them. "What the hell? Rose!"

Moments later, the blonde rushed over to them. "Yeah, Zana?"

"Look at that," she pointed at the camera, which blinked at the trio.

"That's an eye in there. That's a real eye!" Mickey exclaimed.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the camera retracted back into the ship. Almost immediately. A thumping noise occupied the silence. Zana and Rose shared a look before crouching down.

"Shall I do it?" Rose asked, motioning towards the hatch before them.

"Please, be my guest," the youngest of the three replied briskly.

A chuckle left Rose's lips as she reached out for the small handle. She quickly pulled it open, carefully not to burn her fingers against the hot metal. Dread coursed through her veins at the sight before her.

"What is that? What's that in the middle there? Looks like it's wired in," Mickey commented, gazing at all the wires and pipes that surrounded the beating muscle in front of them.

"It's a heart, Mickey," Zana informed solemnly. "It's a human heart.

"Maybe it wasn't a real heart," Mickey kept repeated as the three wandered the corridors, a lot less happy than they were before.

"Course it was a real heart," Rose retorted, a tad irritated.

"Is this like normal for you? Is this an average day?" He asked, much to the relief of Zana. She was starting to grow curious about that as well. Just what had she gotten herself into?

"Life with the Doctor, Mickey?" Rose glanced back at him. "No more average days."

Zana bit her lip as Rose stopped them in front of a window. Once again, her mind was buzzing. Who's heart was that? Why was it there? Were Rose, Mickey, and her next? She hoped not.

"It's France again. We can see France," Mickey pulled her from her thoughts. She gazed through the window to see a room, which was being entered by a group of 18th-century men.

"I think we're looking through a mirror," Zana murmured absently.

Mickey shook his head, watching as one of the men argued with the others. "Blimey, look at this guy. Who does he think he is?"

"The King of France," the Doctor's voice rang out, making Zana jump. She turned to see the Time Lord standing behind her.

"Oh, here's trouble. What you been up to?" Rose smiled at him.

"Oh, this and that. Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man," the neighing of a horse made Zana raise an eyebrow. "Oh, and I met a horse."

"What's a horse doing on a spaceship?" Mickey pondered.

"Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective," the Doctor retorted before looking back at the mirror. "See these? They're all over the place. On every deck. Gateways to history. But not just any old history..." A blonde woman in a lavish dress stepped into the room and curtsied for King Louis. "Hers. Time windows deliberately arranged along the life of one particular woman. A spaceship from the fifty-first century stalking a woman from the eighteenth. Why?"

"Who is she?" Rose asked softly.

"Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, known to her friends as Reinette. One of the most accomplished women who ever lived."

"So has she got plans of being the Queen, then?"

"No, he's already got a Queen. She's got plans of being his mistress," he informed bluntly.

"Oh, I get it," Rose smirked. "Camilla."

"I think this is the night they met. The night of the Yew Tree ball. In no time at flat, she'll get herself established as his official mistress, with her own rooms at the palace. Even her own title."

"Madame de Pompadour," Zana spoke up while the Doctor watched as the woman in question stepped up to the mirror, looking over herself. When she didn't get a reply from the Doctor, she glanced up at the alien and noticed a peculiar look on his features.

"The Queen must have loved her," Rose commented.

"Oh, she did. They get on very well," the Doctor replied absently.

Mickey scoffed in disbelief, "The King's wife and the King's girlfriend?"

"France. It's a different planet."

"Who's that?" Zana frowned as a person in a red dress caught her eye. They were standing in the shadows of the room Reinette was in, looking out the window.

"How long have you been standing there? Show yourself!" Reinette demanded loudly, having noticed them in the mirror. The figure turned to reveal itself as one of the Clockwork Droids. The Doctor instantly set into action and yanked the fire extinguisher from Mickey's grasp.

"Hello, Reinette. Hasn't time flown?" he smiled at her as he stepped into the room, followed closely by Rose, Mickey, and Zana.

"Fireplace man!" Reinette exclaimed happily.

He spent no time disabling the droid before tossing the extinguisher back to Mickey.

"What's it doing?" Zana questioned quietly as the gears of the robot started to tick and whir.

"Switching back on. Melting the ice," the Doctor looked back at her as he stepped closer to the droid.

"And then what?"

"Then it kills everyone in the room," the droid's arm shot forward, nearly striking the Doctor in the face. "Focuses the mind, doesn't it? Who are you? Identify yourself." When it didn't reply, he turned to Reinette. "Order it to answer me."

She looked on, confused, "Why should it listen to me?"

"I don't know. It did when you were a child." He stepped forward and murmured in her ear, "Let's see if you've still got it."

"Answer his question," Reinette ordered. "Answer any and all questions put to you."

The droid lowered its arm. "I am repair droid seven."

"What happened to the ship, then?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow. "There was a lot of damage."

"Ion storm. Eighty-two percent systems failure."

"That ship hasn't moved in over a year. What's taken you so long?"

"We did not have the parts."

"Always comes down to that, doesn't it? The parts," Mickey laughed softly, earning a slight chuckle from Zana.

"What's happened to the crew? Where are they?" the Doctor pushed.

"We did not have the parts," the robot repeated monotonously.

"There should have been over fifty people on your ship! Where did they go?"

"We did not have the parts."

"Fifty people don't just disappear! Where-" Something donned on him. "Oh. You didn't have the parts, so you used the crew..."

"The crew?" Mickey asked, confused.

"There was an eye in a camera...and a heart...there was a heart wired into the ship," Zana gulped, feeling the contents of her stomach churn. Everything was getting way to morbid for her liking.

"It was just doing what it was programmed to. Repairing the ship any way it can, with whatever it could find..." the Doctor informed softly, seeing that his new companion was struggling a bit. "No one told it the crew weren't on the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelt of?"

"Someone cooking," Rose realized.

"Flesh plus heat. Barbeque."

"I'm gonna be sick," Zana shook her head quickly. "That's awful..."

Rose placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her the best she could.

"But what are you doing here? You've opened up time windows. That takes colossal energy. Why come here? You could have gone to your repair yard!" the Doctor gazed at the droid, confused. "Instead you come to eighteenth-century France? Why?"

"One more part is required," it told him, cocking its neck so it was looking at Reinette.

The Doctor looked between the two, "Then why haven't you taken it?"

"She is incomplete."

"What, so, that's the plan, then. Just keep opening up more and more time windows, scanning her brain, checking to see if she's done yet."

"Why her?" Rose spoke up. "You've got all of history to choose from. Why specifically her?"

The robot whirred, "We are the same."

"We are not the same. We are in no sense the same!" Reinette retorted.

"We are the same."

Get out of here. Get out of here this instant!" She snapped angrily.

"Reinette, no-" the Doctor tried, but it was too late. The droid had already disappeared. "It's back on the ship. Rose, take Mickey, Zana, and Arthur. Get after it. Follow it. Don't approach it, just watch what it does."

"Arthur?" Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Good name for a horse!"

She let out an exasperated sigh, "No, you're not keeping the horse."

"I let you keep Zana and Mickey. Now go! Go! Go!"

He shooed the three of them out of the room and back onto the ship, closing the mirror behind them. Zana had managed to calm herself down enough to think straight again, which she was extremely grateful for. She had to keep reminding herself that this was what she had signed herself up for. She chose to be in these kinds of situations!

"So, that Doctor, eh?" Mickey had a smug look on his face as they walked down the corridor, looking for the droid.

"What are you talking about?" Rose gave him a look and Zana made sure to walk a few steps behind them. She didn't want to get involved with this.

"Well...Madame de Pompadour, Sarah Jane Smith, Cleopatra-"

"Cleopatra!" Rose scoffed. "He mentioned her once."

"Yeah, but he called her Cleo," he countered.

"You two are-" Zana started, but something covered her mouth and pulled her backward. She looked up and began to panic when she was met with the face of the droid.

"Mickey! Zana!" Rose exclaimed as the two of them were grabbed by droids as well.

Zana's eyes widened in fear when she caught sight of a huge needle being brought towards her neck. Needles! If there was any possible way this situation could've gotten worse, it would have been with needles! Just her bloody luck! She struggled against the robot's grasp, but to no avail as the needle sunk into her neck, sending her into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I really need to work on my writing skills, huh?