Getting into university was easy as pie despite the fact she was slightly late in applying. However, with Pete's place in the city he was able to practically bribe Queen Mary's to give her a late place. The course wasn't very hard though problems sometimes presented themselves when they did more practical tasks. Being so different biologically Lux always had to avoid being the subject – she didn't want to scare her peers and new friends.

Lux graduated her undergraduate course five years later with top grades and went straight onto the next level. At that point she'd made some really good friends and was settling into this universe with ease. She often thought of her father and whether he was travelling alone – she prayed not – and how long it had been for him. She knew that this universe ran ahead of that one given that she had arrived here in a later year than she had left her universe. If there was one thing she missed most besides her father himself it would be travelling. She was tired of being stuck on a tiny planet all day every day – it was one corner of so much more. There was no running for her life, no making a stand for what she believed in in some really over the top scenario; her life now was simply getting up, going to university, dinner with the family and the occasional night out with her friends before it was back to bed to start the day over again. It was boring, especially when she only slept for two/three hours a night, but she could do it. It was an adventure after all, living life, but she'd done this. She'd spent the first 16 years of her life stuck on Earth watching her parents fly off. She'd gotten up and gone to school and acted as perfectly as she could for Jackie, more and more so as she'd started to understand how Jackie hated anything remotely alien. Lux wanted to be out there seeing the stars – the view from her window wasn't proving nearly enough and it left her wistful for more every second of the day.

Despite that desire, life on Earth continued to pass for Lux. The planet kept turning on its axis and kept hurtling around the sun – she tried not to feel it – and soon Lux was out of education. Well, she was an intern at the Royal Hope Hospital. It was a nice hospital, she supposed, right next to the River Thames opposite Big Ben. It did mean that the area was often flocked with tourists – being on the same side of the river as the London Eye – who got in Lux's way on the way to work but their fascination and excitement to be in the city and see the landmarks with the camera's flashing away always made Lux smile. Maybe not as awe inspiring as an alien planet but their interest was nice.

"Morning, Martha," Lux smiled as she walked into the locker room of the hospital. Martha was a nice girl who had taken a different course into medicine than Lux meaning that she was still cramming for exams while Lux was practically fully qualified - though she'd had the advantage of being a certified genius (the university had made her do a test). They'd become fast friends, Martha's cool head, logic and desire to help drawing Lux to her. Not to mention the stories of her crazy family amused Lux no end. She'd had dinner with them quite a few times and they were all very welcoming.

The dark-skinned girl looked around with a bright smile, "Morning, Lux. Sleep well?"

They'd been on late last night and Lux could see the tiredness around Martha's eyes, as well as feeling it from her mind. It wouldn't be enough to drag her down but Lux could tell it was a little distracting – a good cup of coffee would do her good. It was times when they had awful shifts or were on call that Lux was glad she only needed two/three hours sleep. More than your usual Gallifreyan who could function on around 1 hour a night but better than sleeping eight hours of her life away. She pitied her human co-workers.

"Yeah, lovely," Lux replied walking over to her own locker and taking off her outer layers to replace it with her white coat. "You look like you could do with some more though."

"Urg, yeah, a few more hours would be nice," Martha laughed and before the conversation could progress any further the door flew open again.

"Hey, favourite girls," Anton grinned barely giving them a glance as he threw his bag into his locker. He turned to Lux, giving her a look up and down. "Baby girl, radiant as always."

Lux rolled her eyes though he didn't see it. He was talking to Martha now similarly flirting with her. Anton loved calling her baby girl because she still looked barely out college let alone completed a university degree and to be working. He was a lovely man though, who's flirting Lux hated to admit did keep her cheerful especially since he never went over the line and clearly had no interest in her. Hearing Martha laugh, Lux turned to smile at them. There was no interest there either.

The shift of work went quickly and Lux was happy to go back to her room at Jackie's. She supposed that eventually she should move out of the Tyler mansion but her little Uncle Tony was there and Lux loved being close to him. 5 years old, he was a total monster most of the time and drove Jackie and Pete up the wall not matter how much they loved him. He'd been caught drawing on the walls and other silly little indiscretions more times the Lux could count but he was rarely in trouble at school and had been an angel to the teachers and his nursery. He was the one of the few troubles in Lux's life, one of few things that blazed a brilliant raging colour against the dull backdrop that was living her life stuck on Earth.

How come she'd never get caught in a storm and had to run to avoid getting soaked? How were there no alien invasions at all? Nothing that she could get her teeth stuck into. There was always drama on parallel earth, her universe, also something going on. Maybe it was just that she'd tuned out of noticing it. She'd promised Jackie as well that she wouldn't go looking for trouble. Mickey and Jake and their little band of fighters had dealt with all the Cybermen well and now they were no longer a threat. The hospital had an ET department that Lux had been deemed qualified to work in – another help from Pete and Torchwood. This was another part of colour against the backdrop though it rarely got a chance to light up. No aliens coming to earth meant no aliens in the ET department. Of course, there was a few times when Torchwood brought something in to be looked at or when she was called there to look at an object that they didn't understand. Sometimes Lux wondered if she should have gone and worked at Torchwood but the joy she got from working in the hospital and the sense of importance that she felt being a doctor had meant she never changed jobs. Not when it made her feel close to her father.

Chapter 4 – Double Discovered

Over the next two days however Lux grew suspicious during her work at the hospital. Something was going on but without any idea what it was she had to keep working as though there was nothing wrong. That meant walking into work, having a chat with receptionist, and getting ready for rounds. However, it was something. Some excitement that she could go investigate. She'd had no time the first two days but the third day seemed to be her lucky one, especially since she was sure she'd seen two slabs at the front of the hospital – one banging into Martha -, but first she had to get through rounds with Mr Stoker.

"Now then, Mr Connolly, a very good morning to you. How are you today?" Dr Stoker said as led them over to a bed with a young man in. Lux guessed he was in his early twenties. Handsome, she'd give him. With brown hair, that had a clear auburn tint to it, and eyes that reminded her of the TARDIS. He was well built and tall she could tell even though he was lying in bed and swamped by the hospital clothing. There was an old scar on his cheek and stubble across his jaw that gave him a rougher look than his features would naturally achieve. The stoic expression on his face made him seem unapproachable. A fact Lux felt may be true when he replied.

"Fine," his voice was low and slightly annoyed. "Still a bit lightheaded though."

"Mr Connolly, admitted yesterday for head trauma and is now under observation," Dr Stoker told them. "Miss Tyler-Smith, why don't you see if you can do this check-up?" – Lux nodded and started to move around the bed – "Amaze me."

She hated it when he said that – his gravelly voice making it seemed like he was trying to fault and that he doubted her ability to without sounding sarcastic. Lux picked up the chart. Mr Thomas Connolly born August 19 1995 (aged 21) from Walthamstow London. Well he did sound as though he was from London. Self-referred for head trauma. Was severe on arrival, healing well but kept in for observation. The notes showed that though he was a moody patient he complied with treatment easily. He'd had a brain scan which had picked up higher levels of brain activity than expected and his GCS score was low showing there was cause for concern of the injury being severe. Doctors were surprised at how he was healing and expected him to be out by the end of the day. He was just in for observation and checks had lowered from every half hour to every hour. Lux put the chart down and turned to Mr Connolly.

He was clearly very alert and aware of what was going on around him a clear sign that he was recovering well.

"Hello, Mr Connolly," Lux gave him her brightest smile and reached into her pocket for her small torch. "I just want to take some tests – normal procedure."

She went through checking his pupil size and their reaction to light, the movement of his arms and legs, his breathing rate, blood pressure and temperature (placing a blanket over him when she noticed the low temperature) until she came to his heart rate. Taking her stethoscope from around her neck she was sure she saw him wink at her and there was a glimpse of an amused smile. Talking to him as she had done through the entire check-up – though his replies were remote and indifferent – she placed the stethoscope to his heart. It was beating normally but there was a strange resonance. She moved it to the other side of his chest. Her breath stopping in her throat as another heart beat sounded in her ears. Pulling back abruptly, she was met with a burning expression. How had the other Doctors not noticed this? Lux was surprised he hadn't been moved up to the ET ward. If he was a Time Lord his brain scans would have been stranger than simply over-active. Though Lux supposed that the practitioners just assumed to be a glitch. Happy to write anything abnormal off as wrong.

"I weep for future generations," Dr Stoker's voice claimed Lux's attention. "Are you having trouble locating the heart, Dr Tyler-Smith?"

"Um," Lux scrambled quickly for a lie shooting Mr Connolly a dark look, "Something about the hearts sounded slightly unusual and I was just being thorough."

The disappointed look she received from Dr Stoker almost made her blush and she wished she could have thought of a better lie. Luckily, he didn't pick up on plural word use. Still, she knew she was his prize student and was unlikely to get scolded as some of the others might off.

"Well, it was very well until this inc-" he had moved to pick up the chart but dropped it as electricity flowed through it. Glancing at Mr Connolly, Lux noticed his interest in the situation had grown.

"That happened to me this morning," Martha said in surprise.

"I had the same thing on the door handle," Oliver added.

"And me – in the lift," Juila agreed.

Lux kept quiet but felt Mr Connolly's eyes on her face. She tried to hide the fact that she was at all aware of abnormities and was just as human as the rest of the interns. If he was a Time Lord – which Lux was not aware of there being in this universe – or some other alien out there Lux didn't want him to figure her out quite yet in case it came in handy later. Typical though – she thinks - there's something going on in her work place, see some leather slabs and then suddenly a Time Lord makes themselves known.

"It's only to be expected," Dr Stoker assured them picking up the chart again. "There's a thunderstorm moving in. Lightening is a form of static electricity as was first proven by…, anyone?"

"Benjamin Franklin," Mr Connolly's commanding voice answered in an offhand way.

"Correct."

Mr Connolly did not seem to be finished though, "Ah my mate Ben that was a day and a half. My sister got rope burns of that kite and then we got soaked" – "Quite," Dr Stoker tried to interrupt – "and then I got electrocuted!" He looked towards her with a smug expression that Lux attempted not to smile at.

"Moving on," Dr Stoker said clearly concerned for his patient's mental health. As he began to lead the interns away, he said "I think a visit from psychiatric."

"You're going to get yourself in trouble," Lux scolded in Gallifreyan and felt the strange Mr Connolly jerk back in surprise and a mental pressure poke at her mind which she had long since sealed off (which was probably why she didn't notice his presence straight away and the same for him). He was definitely a Time Lord. He frowned at her and replied in like, "who are you?"

Stepping back to follow her group of interns, she spun mid step to send him a knowing smile as she put her stethoscope back around her neck. Lux felt a wave of contentment at having spoken Gallifreyan to someone for the first time in years. Her father had made sure she knew Gallifreyan – taught her to read, write and speak it – to keep the Time Lords alive. She sang in it somethings, such a beautiful and melodic language, but it was nice actually speaking it to someone who would be able to understand and respond: hearing it was even better and had sent a thrill through her.

What was he thinking though? Talking about how he'd been there when electricity had been discovered and how he'd been friends with Benjamin Franklin. Well severe head trauma would certainly explain why he was rambling on about times that he shouldn't let people know he'd been alive to see. Still his injury related ramblings caused a warm feeling in Lux – her father had always been one for rambling. In fact, she was sure he had told her practically the same story. Different universe, different Time Lord.