Her lungs ached, and she was surprised. This was new, she thought as she started glowing golden. She hadn't done this before. She was a Time Lord, but there's always a first for everything. She had gotten old. She was regenerating because of old age. Ripe old age of 500 was the Time Lord limit, apparently. That or she accidentally poisoned herself during her 500-years-old celebration and her old liver couldn't take it. The cookie dough and alcohol was worth it, in the end.

Soon, her legs and arms started getting that tingling numb feeling, the one where you feel like if you move even an inch that your limb will feel out of place. She sighed heavily. She had been stuck on Earth for a while, and she enjoyed the serenity. Having never married, she never had to be a housewife, able to afford her own place with the use of a handy sonic probe. Or, as her best friend once called it, sonic screwdriver. She chuckled at the thought, wheezing a bit as she held back what she knew to be a regeneration.

Her first regeneration, she thought fondly. She hadn't died once in her five hundred year existence, and she was damned proud of it. She had only been trapped on Earth for one hundred years, so it wasn't like she was safe for her entire 500 years.

Her mind wandered back to her best friend. He was dead now. They all were. Gallifrey was gone, Old Beauty was dead, Daleks were gone, and she was all alone. Or so she guessed. Her stomach twisted when she realized that she couldn't hold off her regeneration any more. She recalled her best friend, also recalling her brother's best friend. They called themselves the Doctor and the Master, and she loved both of them.

The Master and her were good friends, the only thing stopping them from becoming closer was her brother's jealousy. The Doctor and her were the best of friends, almost connected at the hip. They travelled together when the Doctor wanted to, their TARDIS's dancing around each other as they played TARDIS-tag or just following the other into a brilliant adventure. She smiled fondly, tears falling down her face as she reminisced in the good and the bad times. They were gone now, but it still hurt.

She exploded in golden light, arms snapping out as the regeneration energy forcefully regenerated her. All of the energy flew about, the almost-grown TARDIS absorbing the most of it and finally finishing, twenty years ahead of schedule.

Not even ten minutes after she regenerated, troops were kicking down her door, and she smirked at them, clad in a leather jacket that Sweetie had given her. She had a punk look to her, hair black with red streaks and in a mohawk with the sides trimmed. When she saw that, she flattened the mohawk and calmed it down enough to look more goth than punk, and she kept up the gothic punk style throughout her outfit, the only odd thing being her shoes; rainbow socks with black sandals. It perfected the outfit, in her opinion. She had silver chains, spiked bracelets, everything besides tattoos and piercings in the male punk-gothic look. Or maybe punk rock? Gothic rock? And the shoes. She went back to the situation at hand.

"Oh, hello! Oh, my voice, it sounds… Emo? Goth? No no no, it sounds… Cheerful? No, sarcastic! Cheerfully sarcastic in an awesome punk-type way- oh dearie, I'm rambling. I've never rambled before! Never! Oooh, my nose feels weird. Ahem, anyway. I believe the term is "take me to your leader"?" She rambled on, a cocky smirk on her face as the tasers pointed at her fell to bits. Sonic earbuds, found them in her leather jacket. They were sick. She scrunched her new nose. No, not that word. Never again. Same with dearie, that's just… No

Her mind went to the one time she met the Doctor's 9th regeneration. What he claimed was his 9th regeneration, anyway. She felt like her entire being was meant to emulate and copy a mixture of him and that one chick, Missy. She was led into an office, and her eyes widened when she saw who was sitting on the other side of the desk.

"Hello! I didn't know there was a Time Lord living in London! How'd you survive the Time War?" The blond prime minister asked, leaning back. She gaped at him. He was hot, damn. She reached her consciousness out and brushed against a familiar mind. Her consciousness snapped back as if bitten, and she hid it away once more. She smirked, deciding to mess with her friend.

"Oh, you know me, bro. I now go by… The Rogue. Yeah, that sounds appropriate." The newly titled Rogue commented, loving the way it slipped from her lips. Oh fuck yeah, she was going to fuck shit up. She frowned a bit. She had always had that mindset. Rules were meant to be broken, after all, but… It seemed amplified. Over exaggerated. Ooh, like a shield! She loved it.

"I know you? Hm, did I like you?" He asked, and she couldn't help but grin, looking away. He stood up, in shock. The Rogue looked back slowly to see him gaping at her, slowly beginning to smile.

"No," He said, walking around and walking up to her, "Are you? There's no way! Oh, this is… This is…" The Master stuttered, and she grinned up at him.

"Wild? Wicked?" She suggested, laughing when she was picked up and spun around. Oh, she wasn't alone! That was just wild!

"You survived. You survived. You… Regenerated. What happened?" He demanded, setting her down and looking at her seriously. She just knew that if she said anyone's name, that they'd be dead before she could blink. Which is why she looked away sheepishly.

"I was still in my first body, celebrating the beginning of my 500th year alive, and uh, mayhaveeatentoomuchcookiedoughandalcoholwhichisn'tgoodforanoldlady'skidneydon'tjudgeme." She blurted, knowing he understood what she said. He always did, when she did that. They looked each other in the eye, and both had to look away before they burst out laughing. Okay, so it was a hilarious way to "die", but she felt like it was a good death. Better than when the Master first "died". The Rogue frowned when she thought of something.

"Wait, screw what I just said, what the hell are you doing looking so young? And sexy? Why are you prime minister? I thought they have to be human…?" She asked rapid-fire. The Master grinned at her, enjoying her new personality. She had never spoken this much before. Not like she was now.

"The Doctor survived the Time War too, sadly," He began, ignoring her insulted look at his addition, "And he looked young and sexy, so I thought I'd give it a try. Oh, help me take over the world! Please? Usually you're on the Doctor's side with this, but come on! New regeneration, no Doctor in sight, and an entire world to destroy! I just know you want to, what was it? "Fuck shit up"? Come on! Even your title, which I like by the way, says you want to!" The Master begged, an easygoing grin on his face. Even if she denied, he knew she wouldn't stop his 'd only do that with the Doctor around, and even then she never personally stopped him. She glanced out the window, humming.

The Rogue tried her best to act serious, looking at the Master. She was going to accept, but wanted to at least pretend to be responsible. Which she never could be, even as an old lady. She died by eating too much cookie dough, yeah, not responsible at all.

"People could die, "The Master"," she saw his face drop, seeing that it was working, "I guess I'll just have to stop you this time." She said sadly. The Master looked lost for just a moment, only a moment, because in the next moment she continued. "From destroying a world alone. Let's fuck shit up, like the good ol' days." She said in her newly American voice. At least she didn't sound southern, she sounded more like she was where Jack Harkness was from.

The Master and her both grinned at each other, knowing that these next few years were going to be wicked.

The Rogue was right, partially. The Doctor arrived and ruined their fun. She wasn't mad about it, but she realized that for once she didn't take his side immediately. He had changed just a bit too much for her to truly believe he was the Doctor, and she knew that if she reached out her conscious to check he'd feel it. He was always a bit open with his conscious, making it both easy and hard to fool him. Easy if you were human or Time Lord with a suppressed conscious, or hidden conscious, and hard for 90% of the other species.

So she just went by her new title. She had been jokingly called the Nurse when she first went with the Doctor, and it stuck with her the entire time. Now, she was herself. She wasn't just going to follow him around anymore, she was going rogue. Like she always intended to do before the War started. Like she never got around to when she decided to run away with the Doctor.

She and the Master slowly stood up, glancing at each other. Run, they both seemed to scream, and so they grabbed hands and did. She scowled at how slow the Master was, and grimaced when her favorite Ex-Time Agent caught them both. He didn't know who she was either, having known her as the Nurse as well.

"Woah, big fellas, you don't wanna miss the party! Cuffs!" Jack Harkness demanded, his beaten self grabbing two and cuffing both the Rogue and the Master, "So, what do we do with these two?"

The general consensus was to kill them, and the Rogue half-grinned, feeling kind of bad. She personally didn't torture or kill anyone, but she sure as hell didn't stop the Master from doing so either.

"No, that's not the solution," The Doctor cut in, gaining stares from both of the cuffed Time Lords, "You're my responsibility from now on, the only Time Lord left in existence."

"Yeah but you can't trust him," Jack whispered, "and she's a bit iffy." The Rogue pouted at her favorite human. Rude.

"No. The only safe place for them is the TARDIS." He replied. Both the cuffed Time Lords glanced at each other, unamused.

"You mean you're just… Gonna… Keep us," The Master said, unimpressed. Totally just done. All of his- their- work, undone.

"Mm, if that's what I have to do," The Doctor said, determined in a sad way, "It's time to change." Both the Master and the Rogue rolled their eyes skyward, snickering at each other when they realized they mirrored the other. Like two friends getting in trouble at school, standing before the Principal. As long as they had each other they gave no shits.

"Maybe I've been wandering for too long. Now I've got someone to care for," The Doctor finished, and the Rogue groaned.

"This is so fucking cheesy, just stop and make your judgement already. No one cares for dramatics," She snapped, the Master glancing over at her.

"Both of us care about dramatics, if we're going to die, at least be honest," He stated bluntly, still just done. He wasn't a pet. Screw that. Then he got shot, just as the Rogue unlocked his cuffs. She worked on unlocking hers, worried as all hell.

"Just one little bullet, come on, regenerate." The Doctor pleaded, and the Master refused.

"The Master, we won't be trapped forever, come on! Just regen! Kick your ass in gear, turn into a buff or slippery chick or dude and come on! We can escape, please," The Rogue pleaded as well. The Master refused, and the Rogue accepted it, mourning over her lost friend. She knew she couldn't change his mind.

The Rogue said she wasn't mad before, at the Doctor. She wasn't. No, she couldn't be, not when her entire regeneration was created off of thoughts half focused on him and the Master, half focused on how they were dead. But they weren't, go figure. That was beside the point, though. She wasn't mad, she was just sad. Extremely sad. The Master and her had finally made that one step from good friends to excellent, I-take-priority-over-most-everything friends. Just a step below her and the Doctor's relationship, actually. So when he got shot because the Doctor trusted humans way too much, she was just sad. Sad and disappointed, because she had only ever had two friends, and now one of them refused to regenerate. She cried, clutching at the Master's shirt. Just then her memory helpfully surfaced a memory of the chick called 'Missy', and she continued crying. That was a stupidly brilliant thought, and she was damned hopeful. When Missy said they were good friends, she just assumed that she meant they met sometime in her future, but no, maybe not.

Reality slammed into her when she felt metal against her head, and she sighed heavily. She was either imprisoned or killed. How nice. How… Utterly… Fitting.

"I had eighteen months with "The Master" before your bunch came along, "The Doctor"." The Rogue slowly stood up, forgetting that the Doctor knew her speech patterns by hearts. Of course he did, they were basically family. "You killed my friend, because you trusted those stupid fucking apes, and now you're just letting this fucking happen?" She growled, not in the best of moods. The Doctor gaped at her. He knew she was a Time Lord, had known for quite a while, but to think she was… The Doctor stood there in shock. She looked at the person holding the gun to her head and saw Jack Harkness, eyes hardened. She sighed heavily.

"Sorry 'bout that, Cap'm. I love ya to bits, but I knew you could take it," She muttered to him, and saw his eyes widen in recognition. He also knew she'd never stop her friend's from having fun, even if it was at her own expense. As long as no one she liked died she was usually okay with it.

"Nurse?" Both the Doctor and Jack said, in shock. The Rogue scowled.

"Does it look like I followed the Doctor around and helped him like a good little duckling? No," She spat, backing into a clear area of floor, "Fuck that. I'm my own person now. Sorry, "The Doctor", Cap'm, I've gone Rogue." She grinned, Sweetie materializing around her. She looked at the outside, and groaned. On the monitor, where her TARDIS was, was a 1950's, public police call box. She turned on the speaker.

"Okay, I know what I just said coupled with this stupid chameleon arc that I will fix makes it seem like I'm being contradicting but fuck you guys- especially you, Cap'm, and yeah." And with that, she dematerialized. To right after the Doctor left the pyre.

She watched as a Time Lady slowly picked up the Master's ring.

"Hey, Missy!" She called, grinning as she ran up and hugged the girly Master, "Next time you fucking scare me- and lie when I don't fucking know you're the Master- I'm going to fucking trap you in a cell with the Doctor so you can resonate concrete together!" The Rogue hissed, grin trying and failing to leave her face.

Oh, she was so fucking scared for a moment, but now she knew, and she fucking adored it. The Master- not yet known as Missy, though maybe the Rogue just started something - laughed. They then proceeded to have a "girl's night" in Rogue's TARDIS, where Rogue taught the Master, now calling herself 'Missy', how to be a girl. Missy was horrified, and looked extremely worried.

"Please tell me that my superior Time Lord biology means I only have to wear this demonic tampon once every decade, or never!" She screeched, and the Rogue laughed.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you," The Rogue snickered, "It happens monthly for humans. I, personally, have made sure that I'll never have to do that ever, but since Gallifrey and all its options are gone…"

When Missy left, not wanting to run around with the monster who suggested she become a girl in her next regeneration, the Rogue finally burst out laughing. Oh, Missy so was going to get her back, she thought. She had read up on it, but it was a primarily human thing. Time Lords - and Ladies, she grudgingly accepted, as Missy wanted to be called - didn't have to go through that often, if at all, as far as she knew. The Rogue grinned at her beautiful TARDIS, adoring the decorations. The circular designs on the silver walls? Check. The nice futuristic control console? Check. The nice carpeted floor her TARDIS always had and will always have? Check. The bars for gripping onto when she let the Doctor fly her TARDIS? Check. The stabilizers and off switch for the breaks? Ch- No. Not check. She looked up at Sweetie.

"You, you look up to Sexy and the Doctor, don't you? You put the stabilizers on the ceiling! And you won't let me turn off the breaks!" The Rogue hissed, pouting as her TARDIS wheezed.

"Oh I am so telling your mother when she wakes up!" She muttered, deciding to just do what she always had, before Old Beauty shut down. Find trouble and stop it. Only for her TARDIS to land with Sexy's signature wheeze when the Doctor flies it in London, a few moments later. She growled, kicking the console and swearing at it up and down.

The Rogue was distracted when a red-head came bounding into her TARDIS. They both stared at each other, shocked, before the Rogue scowled again.

"I swear, if you ran in here thinking this was the Doctor's TARDIS I'm so fucking done." Rogue said, sighing as she watched the red head get angry.

"Oi! I didn't know there were two TARDISes!" The red head snapped, and the Rogue shook her head.

"The outside, the wheezing, and the rollercoaster ride are all just a part of the Doctor's TARDIS. My TARDIS is just copying his for some reason," she ran a hand through her hair, "Sweetie here seems to think that the Doctor and I should travel together again. She won't change back until I do, and I won't. Anyway, I'm the Rogue, what's your name?" The Rogue asked, and the red head made a face.

"Do all Galibrayins title themselves? Seriously, what's wrong with a normal name?" The woman snapped, and the Rogue thought it over.

"True," She admitted, "No, not all. Just the three remaining Gallifreyans, the last of the Time Lords. I guess I'll name myself… Um, something human, how about… Alex Jones. After that one family," She muttered, nodding to herself.

"You can call me Alex! Your name?" The Rogue said, flicking some switches so that the TARDIS was invisible to everyone but Donna and her.

"Donna, Donna Noble. Where's the Doctor?"

"He'll be here soon, apparently. Donna, tell me. Any trouble brewing around these parts? Anythi-"

"Yeah, Adipose. You have any credentials to get us in?" Donna interrupted, and The Rogue stared at her. Rude.

"Yes. For me. Let's go, we can infiltrate them today, stay tonight to check some other things out, maybe ruin a few lives in the process. Come on," The Rogue murmured, grabbing her sonic probe and earbuds and shoving them in her pockets.

They walk into the building, both flashing ID's.

"Donna Noble and Alex Jones, Health and Safety," Donna said.

"I'm Alex, training under Donna, Health and Safety," The Rogue confirmed.

They both walked forward, talking amongst themselves. Arguing, really, but Donna was at least pretending to be scolding her for lack of proper attire on her first day in training.

The Rogue zoned out, thinking as Adipose was promoting themselves.

"The future starts here. And Britain will be thin," The boss stated, and The Rogue zoned back in at the tone. Something was going on, Donna was right. That tone… Hm. The Rogue shook her head, getting up and walking next to Donna. They ended up in a room full of cubicles, and The Rogue ducked down when the Doctor walked in.

"Donna Noble and my trainee Alex Jones, Health and Safety," Donna whispered, flashing her badge at a man. They both sat down, listening to the man's Adipose drivel. He gave both of them a golden necklace with a golden pill on it, and they both muttered their excuses to keep it.

"And I just need a list of your customers, could you print it off?" Donna said, The Rogue realizing that she was being quiet. She sighed when she realized that she was just talkative when excited. Not so new after all, her new personality. Just more sarcastic, less follower, and more cold. Good enough for her.

"I suppose so," the man muttered.

"Where's the printer?"

"Just over there, by the plant."

Donna looks over the cubicle wall, pointing briefly before ducking back down as she spoke. "Which plant, that plant?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Lovely." Donna replied and The Rogue peered cautiously around the cubicle to see the Doctor pop up, vanish, Donna pop up again, vanish, and the Doctor pop up. The Rogue rolled her eyes. It was like foreplay without the pleasure; it was damned irritating and she just wanted to get to the good part.

"Excuse me, everyone, if I could have your attention," the boss calls. The workers all stand up, giving her their attention. Donna and The Rogue stay ducked for a moment, since she was facing them. They popped up when she looked away, rinsed and repeated every time she looked back.

"On average, you're each selling forty Adipose packs per day. It's not enough. I want one hundred sales per person per day. And if not, you'll be replaced. Because if anyone's good in trimming the fat, it's me. Now. Back to it," the boss leaves and the workers sit down again.

"So if you could just print off that list, I'll get out of your way. Lovely. Thanks, then. See you," Donna stated, and The Rogue grinned as she took both of the papers. She noticed the Doctor stand then sit again, and snickered as Donna and her left, not before the Doctor ran into her, though. He glanced at her to apologize, and froze. The Rogue puffed her cheeks out at him and sped walked away. When she caught up with Donna she stopped her.

"Uh, Donna, I'll just- you know, let you do your thing. I'll be back like, tomorrow, okay?" The Rogue rushed out, just knowing that the Doctor would run after her if she didn't disappear before he could. Donna nodded and left, muttering about how Martians never liked to do the dirty work and how she'd have a word with The Rogue later. They exchanged numbers and parted ways. Donna turned the corner just as the Doctor ran into view.

"Nurse! Wait, Nurse, please, stop!" The Doctor shouted, chasing after her.

"Fuck you that's not my title anymore!" She shouted behind her.

"Well Rogue just sounds stupid! Stop!" He called back, making her flip him off the good ol' American way. She sounded American, might as well act it.

"Oh, very nice!" He called, sounding insulted, "Fine then! Rogue! Stop!" He called and she laughed.

"Fuck you twice! I changed my title again!" The Rogue called back, slamming into the blue box. She bolted inside, only realizing too late that this wasn't her TARDIS. The Rogue tried running out only to see the Doctor running up, looking exasperated.

"Again? Just stay as Nurse! Honestly, you look and act like a teenager going through her rebellious stage!" The Doctor muttered, blocking the door. Her only way out. She frowned at him, glaring.

"You, sir, are rude. Now, lemme out, I need to find… Oh, wow. You parked right next to my TARDIS, no wonder I was confused. Sexy probably did that on purpose, the stupid machine." The Rogue muttered, pushing at the Doctor's chest. He stood there, panting. While male Time Lords were stronger, the females were way faster, and had an easier time escaping from things. Smarter, too. Too bad The Rogue wasn't strong enough to move the damned Time Lord.

"You're alive," He muttered, having thought he just imagined that the Rogue was the Nurse. The Rogue sighed as she was pulled into a tight hug, knowing she wouldn't be let go for a while.

"Old Beauty is dead, the Master is dead, and if you don't let go of me soon, you'll be dead," The Rogue snarled, and the Doctor released her. He looked at her outfit and froze.

"Oh, wow. What are you wearing? Are those- you're wearing socks and sandals?"

"Says the celery man," The Rogue replied. She tried shoving past him, failing again.

"You- you just came from the year that never was, didn't you? Anyway, I have stuff to do, and you, are under arrest for aiding the Master in enslaving the human race," He muttered, looking down at her. She scowled, blushing as she looked away.

Oh, no wonder the other Time Lady's she talked to before the war fawned over him. He had an allure that most Time Lords never got. A strong allure. While superior, Gallifreyans still had that mating instinct that all races and species had. She had met everyone on Gallifrey, and no male had that strong of an allure. The Rogue was 100% certain that Missy, who hated him with a burning passion even though they were good friends, would fall into… another type of passion for him. But… She growled as she thought of how her previous regen ignored the allure so easily, even when she met the ninth regen when it was way stronger. Stupid young body with accelerated hormones.

"Jealous?" She asked, only a few seconds after the Doctor declared her under arrest. That's all he had to do. It was now physically impossible for her to leave his TARDIS until he declared her either executed or some other punishment had been said. The Rogue spun around, stalking towards Sexy's heart. Of course, she could easily rewire those settings, she had admin privileges in this TARDIS, meaning Sexy couldn't stop her unless the owner of the TARDIS- which neither of them were- gave Sexy the permission. Sentient she may be, she still had laws to abide by. The Doctor jogged after her, easily picking her up and setting her away from the console. The Rogue scowled up at him, crossing her arms and skulking.

"No," He looked away at her pointed glare, "Yes, but that doesn't change anything. You still are under arrest by the rules of the sh-"

"No, I'm not. Section Time Traveller, Article V paragraph 2.8, at the way bottom, last sentence," The Rogue snapped, waiting for him to think through it.

"One can't be arrested for something you might have or will do if at that moment in time it was either erased from history and or the one is not that far into their own timeline." He muttered, gaping at her. She set him up, he realized.

"I hereby declare me, under current alias the Rogue, or Alex Jones, exempt from all charges put upon me unjustly, and arrest the man - oomph!" The Rogue groaned as she slowly got her bearings back. "You just tackled me!" The Rogue accused.

"I can't let you arrest me, I can not deal with that." The Doctor said, and The Rogue glared.

"You just tackled me," She muttered, pinned under the Doctor, "You're arrested for attacking an innocent," she was interrupted momentarily, not letting that stop her, "woman." She finished, slightly out of breath. Damn, was he a good kisser. She tried moving to wipe her lips but she was still being pinned down. She glared, and he glared back.

"Unarrest me," He ordered, and she shook her head.

"Fuck no, you just kissed me! That- that was my first kiss. Oh god I just kissed you," she uttered, disgusted. He rolled his eyes, glaring down at her.

"We both know you enjoyed that, Nurse. Now unarrest me before I arrest you too." He threatened, and she gaped at him as he continued, "I can speak faster than you can."

"I remove your admin privileges!"

"I arrest alias Alex Jones and remove her admin privileges!" The Doctor finished her arrest before her, and they both removed the other's admin privileges at the same time. The Rogue glared, irritated that she was impressed. She never was the fastest speaker.

They were in a standstill, a temporary truce. They were on other sides of the console room, both working to free themselves and sabotage the other. Both were confused. The other had changed a bit too much for their liking. Or… Were they the ones who changed too much? They were best friends, but even they never got into arguments this big. Or physically trapped the other. Now they both were rehacking into the TARDIS mainframe, her sparking and electrocuting them in turns. Sexy could do whatever she wished, now. Both of them were glad she liked them enough not to kill them outright, and to let them try and regain admin privileges. Without them they couldn't even try to release themselves or the other.

"Look, I know you're jealous, but really? You arrested me out of jealousy. That's an entirely new level of jealousy, Doctor." The Rogue muttered, and the Doctor grunted. He was just as irritated as her.

"I arrested you because you decided to be a rebellious teenager, and we both know I wouldn't have-"

"Shut it, Mildred, Basil, Theta Sigma, Dr. Who, R-"

"That's enough. I hid my name for a reason, and you listing it isn't going to help anyone in this situation!" The Doctor snapped.

"It's hidden even from you, Doctor. You don't even know what it is! You haven't got a clue what it starts with." The Rogue snapped back.

"Says the one who doesn't have a name." He muttered, going back to sonicing a few wires. It's silent, The Rogue gaping at him. Yeah, her parents died before they could give her a name, but that meant nothing. She didn't have to have a name. Names were dangerous anyways.

"... We both know your punishment would be keeping me by your side for an eternity, unable to move further than 20 meters from you. Even as the Nurse I would've hated it-"

"You still are my Nurse!" The Doctor snapped, finally giving up. Sexy wasn't letting him get anywhere. The Rogue didn't reply, continuing to work on releasing herself. She already returned her admin abilities over an hour ago. She was just trying to release herself without also releasing the Doctor. He could rot in his TARDIS for all she cared. The Doctor glared at her, and walked over. This was the first big argument they've had, and The Rogue was done with it. She honestly missed her best friend, but if he was going to refuse her the right to be her own person and make her own decisions then maybe he shouldn't be her friend anymore.

"Just stop it. Please, I can't take it anymore," The Doctor pleaded. To anyone on the outside, it would look like he was asking her to stop trying to release herself, but he didn't really care about that. He just wanted to feel the presence of another Time Lord in his mind again. Especially his best friend's. It hurt him to feel her protected consciousness deny the embrace of his that she used to always take.

The Rogue scowled, giving up. Sexy had just let her easily regain admin abilities. Sexy knew that The Rogue would, eventually, release both of them. Unlike the Doctor, The Rogue wasn't cruel needlessly.

"I hereby deny alias The Doctor and alias The Rogue the right of arrest, on the grounds of being unfit for duty. This releases any arrested things on board this and any other TARDIS. By the Time Lord's law of irresponsibility, mote it be or whatever you say to end a Time Lord law." With that done, The Rogue walked towards the doors, "I also give alias The Doctor and alias The Master their adminship back." She muttered, only to have 6 feet of annoying manchild blocking her way. The Rogue, still done, just socked him in the face. Stronger Time Lords may be, but she had a punk regeneration an American punk regeneration, and he had a lover boy regeneration, a British-Scottish lover-boy regeneration. There was no way that she'd not win in a good fist fight. Americans won over British once, they'd not lose now.

Oh, wait- She finally figured out the teenage rebellious feel! British to American in Britain? Obviously she'd become a bit more like a teenager. USA was the rebellious teenager of the world, of course she'd resemble it. She left before the Doctor woke up, her having knocked him out in one punch. Getting to her TARDIS, she flew to Donna, having put some alien tech on her to make her more easily tracked by the TARDIS.

"Oi! Donna!" She called, running up. Her TARDIS had finally given her the 'off' button for the breaks, so it now landed silently. Still shook and exploded on her, though. She couldn't wait for River to help her talk Sweetie out of it. River apparently knew the Doctor, but she just couldn't see them getting along. River was cool, the Doctor was dorky. They'd never get along.

"Took you long enough, Martian Chick!" Donna called, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Please, call me anything but that!" The Rogue begged, following Donna to a house. Donna knocked on the door, smiling.

"Stacy Campbell?"

"Who wants to know?"

"My name's Donna, and this is trainee Alex. I represent Adipose Industries, and you're on the list of our valued customers." Donna claimed, gesturing towards Alex. Stacy looked at the punk next to Donna, worried.

"Oh, sorry about my attire. It's my first day as a trainee, I didn't know they didn't accept this attire." The Rogue grinned, seemingly innocent. They went inside.

"What do you think about the Adipose pill?" The Rogue asked, watching Stacy fix herself up.

"It's been fantastic. I've started the pills on Thursday. Five days later, I've lost eleven pounds." She replied happily.

"And no side effects or anything?" Donna inquired.

"No, I feel fantastic. It's a new lease of life. Now, what do you think about these earrings. Do they work?"

"Yeah, lovely." Donna said, smiling kindly. We both watched as she readied herself.

"You going on a date?" Donna asked, cutting into the awkward silence.

"No, I'm doing the opposite. I'm dumping him. I can do better than him now, ha." Stacy replied, walking away, "Right, I won't be long, if the taxi beeps give me a shout." The Rogue and Donna nodded.

"I won't be long," Stacy called again, further away.

"Oh, that's alright," Donna said. The Rogue stood up, nodding as Donna looked up.

"I'm going to look around, maybe visit another customer or something." The Rogue said. Donna nodded, bored already.

"Don't have fun without me," She muttered, twisting the golden pill. The Rogue shrugged. Fine by her. She just wanted some fresh air. She walked outside, standing there and enjoying the night.

A few minutes later, she saw a giggly peach thing wave, walking away. She followed it curiously, picking one up and playing with it a bit. It was adorable, and she never wanted to let it go. She followed it's brethren, not paying attention as she was lead into a van, still playing with the entertaining little blob. Unobtrusively playing with the adorable blob, she was lead to a room, grinning at the blob she decided to name Axis.

Axis and her played together, Axis jumping around and climbing her and the Rogue being amused and catching it when it fell. She honestly didn't notice she even moved when suddenly Axis was taken away from her.

"No! Axis!" She said, reaching out for the blob. It reached for her too, looking sad. The man who took Axis from her walked away, putting him with his siblings. The Rogue pouted, looking around.

"Who're you? Where am I? How'd I get here?" She asked rapid-fire, not noticing the blond sitting behind her desk. The boss lady that she had seen earlier that day.

"Do you really have no clue what you were doing?" The boss lady asked, and the Rogue shrugged, looking at Axis.

"Playing with Axis? The little adorable blob over there, second to the right?" She said, wondering if maybe she shouldn't have done something like let herself get distracted.

"You're not human, I scanned. What are you doing on Earth?" She asked, tone seeming kind but evil.

"I'm stuck here for a bit. I'll be able to leave in a few days, is my plan. As long as you don't get me in trouble I won't get you in trouble," The Rogue offered, pulling out her phone and opening up a game.

"I think that could work, I'm just here on business. I'm a nanny." The blond said, and the Rogue died in her game, looking up.

"Mm, okay. I'll just hang about, then. I'm following a rude human about, Donna. She's health and safety department." She muttered, going back to her game. And that was that. The Nanny wasn't evil, no. She didn't want to kill, or need to kill, anyone who wouldn't harm her business.

The next day the Rogue and Miss Cofelia, as the Rogue found out was the boss lady's name, were playing a small game of tic-tac-toe, just waiting the day out so they could oust the reporter and stop her from ruining Miss Cofelia's plan. When Miss Cofelia went out to retrieve the girl, the Rogue stayed behind, staring out the window. She jumped up when the Doctor appeared, him quickly ducking as Miss Cofelia arrived. The Rogue groaned softly.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking me." She muttered to herself. She listened to the dialogue, wondering what the reporter cared so much about.

"What do you mean, a body?" The Rogue heard the reporter ask, tuning back in.

"I am surprised you never asked about my name. I chose it well. Foster. As in foster mother. And these are my children," Cofelia said, pulling Axis out of a drawer. The Rogue snatched Axis, hugging him.

"You're kidding me. What the hell is that?" The reporter asked. The Rogue messed about with the fat, noticing Donna and the Doctor both looking through the windows.

"Adipose. It's called an Adipose. Made out of living fat."

"But I don't understand."

"From ordinary human people." The Rogue, The Doctor, and Donna see each other. The Rogue rolled her eyes when she saw them mouth words to each other.

"Is something the matter, Rogue?" Cofelia asked, and the Rogue pointed out the two idiots grinning like loons at the other.

"Yeah, looks like my friends decided to pop in. They haven't seen each other in a while, it's best to just let them mouth it all out." The Rogue explained.

"And your… friends. Are they a danger to the Adipose?" Miss Cofelia asked. The Rogue shrugged.

"Dunno. Might be. I haven't really paid much attention to them recently." She replied. Miss Cofelia nodded, and they watched Donna and the Doctor speak back and forth. The Rogue physically laughed when they finally found out they were being watched.

"We interrupting you?" Miss Cofelia asked, irritated. The Rogue was in tears when they ran, barely able to breathe.

"Get her. You know, usually you save your friends, not laugh at them." Miss Cofelia said casually.

"Oh, they'll live. Too stubborn not to, but that was hilarious," The Rogue choked out, laughing, "I'm going to join them on this adventure, though. Sorry, don't mean to be a bother, but I'm keeping Axis too." And then she ran.

"And them!" She ordered as the Rogue dived into the machine the Doctor was in, closing the window behind her as they were soniced up. The Rogue followed the Doctor, and watched as he and Donna hugged.

"Oh my god!" Donna said, voice raising in pitch, "I don't believe it! And you still got the same suit!" Her voice then slowly changes, "Don't you ever change?"

"Yeah, thanks, Donna- Not right now," The Doctor said, voice just a bit irritated. The Rogue was still chuckling away. Finally, the foreplay was over.

"And you! What were you doing with the bad guys!" Donna said, and the Rogue shrugged.

"They aren't bad, and plus! I was trying to get Axis back!" The Rogue defended, holding up the Adipose. They both gaped at her before looking down. They see a part of an arm a few floors down, and the Doctor grinned at both of them.

"Just like old times!" He said, and they ran.

"Because I thought, how do you find the Doctor? And then I just thought, look for trouble and then he'll turn up," Donna started while The Doctor soniced the door, "So I looked everywhere. You name it. UFOs, sightings, crop circles, sea monsters. I looked, I found them all. Like that stuff about the bees disappearing, I thought, I bet he's connected. Because the thing is, Doctor, I believe it all now. You opened my eyes. All those amazing things out there, I believe them all. Well, apart from that replica of the Titanic flying over Buckingham Palace on Christmas Day. I mean, that's got to be a hoax."

"What do you mean, the bees are disappearing?"

"I don't know. That's what it says on the internet. Well, on the same site, there was all these conspiracy theories about Adipose Industries and I thought, let's take a look." The Doctor soniced the cradle controls while Donna spoke.

"In you get!"

"What, in that thing?"

"Yes, in that thing."

"But if we go down in that, they'll just call us back up again."

"No, no, no, because I've locked the controls with a sonic cage. I'm the only one that can control it. Not unless she's got a sonic device of her own, which is very unlikely." The Doctor said, and the Rogue hummed. She did. Should she mention that? Hm, naaah. The Rogue decided, getting in the thing with the Doctor and Donna.

The Rogue thought about it just a bit more before changing her mind. They already were descending, might as well.

"Sonic pen," She stated.

"What?" The Doctor asked, glancing at her.

"Cofelia has a sonic pen. Same energy output as your sonic probe."

"It's a screwdriver!" The Doctor snarked, and the Rogue chuckled. Donna and the Doctor fell when the cleaner-man thing - what did the British call it? A cradle? - suddenly started freefalling. The Rogue stood standing, letting herself freefall regularly. She was floating about ten feet when the Doctor stopped the cradle, and the Rogue ended in a heap on the floor.

"Ow," she rasped, groaning as she got up.

"Hold on, hold on we can get in through the window! Can't get it open!" The Doctor says, panicked.

"Smash it then!" Donna cried, getting out a wrench. The Rogue casually gets out a laser screwdriver, like the late Master had. The window breaks to bits and the Rogue gets in just before part of the cradle falls.

"She's cutting the cable! Aaah!" Donna shrieks, and the Doctor called her name.

"Donna! Hold on!" He called, and Donna glared up at him.

"I! Am!" She yelled back, clinging to the cord. The Rogue jogged down a few levels, opening the window that Donna was hanging above. The Doctor quickly appeared next to her, and they both got a good hold on Donna.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" The reporter asked.

"What are you, a journalist?" The Doctor asked, and the reporter affirmed his suspicions, "Well then make it up!" He ordered, getting a better hold on Donna.

"Donna! I've got you! I've got you-" He flinched back from her flailing limbs, getting a snicker out of the Rogue.

They got Donna in, and Rogue watched them grin at each other.

"I was right, it's always like this with you."

"Oh yes!" The Doctor agrees happily, "And off we go!" He called, and they all chased after him.

"OI!" The reporter called, and the Doctor went back while Donna and the Rogue continued on, at a slower pace.

"You knew the Doctor was here the whole time, didn't you?" Donna accused while they waited for the Doctor.

"Yup. Let's a go!" The Rogue called in a bad italian accent. The Doctor appeared and they ran again, the Rogue slowing down a bit later than her friends. They all grinned at Miss Cofelia.

"Well. We meet at last."

"Hello," Donna said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor," the Doctor said happily.

"And I'm Donna," Donna adds.

"I'm cool!" The Rogue comments, and they all stop to stare at her for a moment. She grinned at them.

"You all know it's true, don't deny it." She said, and they all took a moment to glance at each other and shrug in agreement. Yeah, they could agree to that,

"So these are your friends? They're a bit… slippery," Cofelia said. The Rogue nodded.

"Yeah, they can be. I keep 'um around though. Have to keep an eye on them, really." The Rogue said. The Doctor spoke up.

"Yeah, and if you were to sign your real name, that would be?" He prodded, trying to get some information from her.