Hello! So I am finally updating. It's so sad that this part will be over in just three chapters. Thank you for sticking around. So, I've decided to do the story as two companions in each book, so the rest of Rose will also be in here. I've been editing and reediting so if you find an error, please feel free to tell me. With that said, onto the story.

Waking up, I felt refreshed for the first time in a while. Jumping up, I went to shower and quickly got dressed. I let my hair fall from its ponytail and rushed out of the room. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into someone wearing khaki pants and a blue t-shirt. Jumping back, I quickly apologized to Jack as he looked at me with an amused expression. "No harm. Where's the fire?"

"Fire? Er, no fire."

"Off to see the Doctor?"

"Nope," I replied, grimacing at his accusation. "I'm hungry and off to the kitchen. Care to join? We could tell Rose you cooked."

"Yeah, that would work if Rose wasn't behind you," Rose remarked. I whirled around, throwing my arms around her shoulders, he eyes widening in shock. "What's gotten into you this morning? Or should I say who?"

"Stop it, Rosie." I lightly slapped her arm. "I just had a really good night's sleep. Can't I wake up happy, or is that not allowed?"

"We did leave you alone with the Doctor…"

"And you two are awful chummy," Jack added.

"Shut up. I did not sleep with him." My cheeks had heated up a bit. "I didn't have any nightmares last night, that's all."

"Nightmares?"

"Guess you didn't tell your boyfriend, Rose."

"Shut up." She smiled at me before turning her attention to Jack. "Cerys' had nightmares for as long as I've known her. They interrupt her sleep. On good nights she tends to get two hours maybe four max."

"Yep. But enough about me. How's breakfast sound? I'm cooking."

"Sounds great. Are you going to make the pancakes, the ones with the oranges? Oh, and what about eggs and bacon? I'll take mine crispy, thank you."

"Oh, really, Rosie? And who do you think you are, Queen of England?"

"I could be. Besides, you said you were cooking, right?"

"Well… seeing as we're together, I figured we'd all cook. It's been a while since we have in general, Rose. Oh, the times we had woken up before Jackie and made her a good meal."

"That was ages ago."

"Yeah, well, let's get to it then. Practice for the next time we see her?"

"Alright. You make the muffins and the pancakes. I've got eggs and the bacon. Jack can do the fruit and toast."

"Why do I have to make the toast? Anyone could make toast. I've got the sausage."

"Fine, you can do the three of them then."

"Sounds good."

"Jack, not everyone can make toast," I added, glancing at Rose.

"That was once!" I laughed and continued to the kitchen with Jack and Rose following closely behind.

After forty-five minutes filled with laughs, messes, and multiple jabs at each other's cooking, breakfast was finished. I'd even made my chocolate cheesecake cupcakes. While Jack and Rose had started to pile their plates, I left the room, going to find the Doctor. He was under the Tardis console, doing something to it. I watched him for a bit before making myself known.

"What can I do for you?"

"We were having breakfast."

"That's nice."

"Well, we're missing someone."

"I'm not getting Jackie."

I laughed a bit before sobering up. "I meant you, dummy. You've got to eat some time."

"Not hungry."

"Don't care. The Tardis can wait a bit. I'm sure she'll be much happier after you've gotten some food."

"I'm not hungry."

"Fine. Then just grace us with your presence."

He glanced up from his work and rolled his eyes at me before getting up. "You're insufferable."

"Thanks. You're no better," I replied with a smirk.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

"I didn't have any nightmares."

"That's good."

"Yeah. Now, enough chit chat. Food's getting cold."

He nodded as I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "I know my way to the kitchen."

"I'm sure. This is more so you don't disappear. Can't have you doing that with friends around." He stopped walking and stared at me. My smile vanished when I saw his distant expression. "What is it? What did I say this time?"

"Nothing. You just reminded me of someone."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's fine. Anyways, breakfast," he hurriedly said as he pulled me along.

"You don't have to come."

"Nonsense. Can't have all that food go to…" he stopped when we got to the door and saw that Rose and Jack had gotten through most of the food. "Waste."

I groaned as they shot us quick apologetic smiles. "You know, this was enough to feed six."

"Was it?"

"Yes. Rose really enjoys my cooking."

"He ate most of it."

"It's delicious."

I rolled my eyes and dragged the Doctor to the table. Sitting down, I grabbed a few pancakes for myself, dumping one of everything on the Doctor's plate. I gave no notice to Jack and Rose's looks. When I was finally finished, I looked down at my plate and began to eat. From the corner of my eye, I watched as the Doctor picked up his fork and began to eat. A content smile graced my lips as he continued to eat past two bites. Once finished, the Doctor silently stood and walked off. I glanced down, knowing his demeanor was due to me reminding him of someone. Looking up, the two were looking at me questioningly. I shook my head before collecting all the dishware and starting to wash them, with Rose and Jack helping to dry and put them away.

When the kitchen was cleaned, we all went our separate ways, with me returning to the library. I walked around, looking for a new book to read. Things were quiet, with Rose and Jack doing something and the Doctor most likely in the console room. When there was nothing at eye-level, I climbed up the ladder and looked for something higher up. I smiled as I found what seemed like an interesting book, and it proved to be when I had finally settled down in my favorite spot before the fire. As I made my way through the novel, I abruptly felt sick. If it was anything like what had happened at the fish and chips shop, then I was in for trouble. I dropped the book and tried to stand up but my knees gave out on me. Curling into the fetal position, I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths even though it was hard to breathe. My heart was pounding as if it would give out any minute. As I felt a throbbing sensation in my head, I involuntarily whimpered. I kept hoping the Tardis wouldn't alert the others of my current situation as I felt myself slipping away.

Although everyone's eyes were on me, I was watching him. Our eyes connected and he smirked as I blushed. 'You look beautiful.'

'Why did you want to do this? We're already one.'

'I wanted them to see, to know that you were mine.'

'They've known for a while. It's not a secret you're with a half-breed.'

'Not today. You're supposed to be happy.'

'I was before I came here. I prefer it be just us.'

'Shall we then?'

'We shall.' I waited until he had walked from the small stage and had taken my hand. Then we ran.

Darkness that was once welcomed became an enemy. There was nothing friendly about this. They had ripped me away from him, from my beloved. I couldn't feel or hear him. My captors had either cut us off or killed him. I hoped it was the first. I had taken to huddling into a corner whenever the door opened. They were trying to break me, to make me into a warrior, a murderer. Instead of the "friendly" men that normally greeted me, it was Rassilon. His mouth was set in his characteristic frown but his eyes were lit with an almost childlike glee. I inched further into the corner as if it could protect me. He came to a stop, reaching down and grabbing me by the throat. Without a word, he dragged me out of the room and into another. The moment the door closed behind me, the room's temperature dropped significantly. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself and began to walk around the dimly lit cell. Finding another corner, I huddled myself into it, feeling incomplete and almost numb. Closing my eyes, I slowed my heartbeats and let darkness take me.

When I came to, I was in my bed with Rose sleeping beside me. I looked around as I sat up, ignoring the dull pounding in my head. On the floor sat Jack and standing in the corner with his arms crossed was the Doctor. Our eyes met briefly before I looked away from the intensity of his gaze. Shaking my head, I turned my attention to my best friend. I shook her awake, narrowly avoiding getting slapped in the process. "Cerys?"

"Yeah."

She threw her arms around me before she abruptly let me go and slapped my arm rather hard. "I was so worried for you. What the hell were you thinking?"

"Er, what are you talking about?" As soon as the question left my mouth, she pulled out the pill bottles from under my pillow. My eyes widened as I realized what she had thought. "No, Rose that was not what happened."

She ignored me. "I knew something was up when you were making breakfast. The last time you were this cheerful I found you on the bathroom floor. Why would you do it again? You promised mum and me. Is that why you locked yourself in here? Were you planning that entire time? Do you know how upset mum would have been? I thought you were happy, finally enjoying yourself. Are you really that desperate?" By that time Jack had woken up and was watching us intently. I was glad he had missed the bathroom part of it. I didn't need another person to know or imply what had happened, although I was sure the Doctor had probably figured it out. "After all this time, you would break your promise to me?" I held her gaze, watching was the tears rolled down her cheeks. I felt bad, even if that wasn't what had happened. I knew that when I did, she would be devastated.

"Rose, I didn't do what you're thinking."

"Then why were you passed out in the library? Why did you have the blue bottle?"

"I was really in a good mood, Rosie. But the library, it was like that time we were in the fish and chip shop."

"And breakfast?"

"I was trying to apologize to you and the Doctor for locking myself away those four days and not talking to you guys. I'm sorry I caused so much worry. It wasn't something I wanted to happen." I glanced at the Doctor and then at Rose. "Er, you didn't say anything about…" I asked, taking the bottles and returning them to their spot under the pillow.

"No. The Tardis told the Doctor something was wrong. He brought you here and then got me and Jack. I'm sure he has a few questions though."

"Right," I murmured as I went to stand. I wobbled a bit after a second or two, but got my bearings. Keeping my eyes straight and expression blank, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Leaning against, it, I slid down to the floor and sat there for a while until I heard Jack say something about the party being over.

After they had all shuffled out, I reopened the bathroom door and flopped onto my empty bed, sifting through everything I'd seen after passing out. I felt sorry for the girl, to have such happiness and to have it ripped away by the man who wanted to use her as a weapon. It seemed as if he was trying to break her will. I sighed. It was tragic really, especially if she was murdered. Opening my eyes, I saw a leather clad torso leaning against the door. "What can I do you for?"

"What was it about?"

"My dream? Um, nothing really."

"Are you sure?"

"What, does it matter?"

"It doesn't."

"Good. Er, where are we?"

"Cardiff. Meet us in the console room when you're ready," he answered as he turned to leave.

"Doctor, could we not do this again?"

"Do what?"

"The whole ignoring each other thing, or rather you ignoring me and I just take it and seethe for the entire trip until Rose throws us together. It's getting quite old and to be honest, I don't really like it much." He gazed at me for a moment, his passive expression softening a bit before nodding and exiting the room.

After a quick shower and change, I went out to the console room. I was shocked when I saw Mickey barging in. I went and sat in the captain's chair, watching everything with an amused expression. "Don't tell me. This must be Mickey." I nodded at Jack's assessment.

The Doctor stood on a ladder, working on a bit of wiring wearing something around his head with a flashing red light. "Here comes trouble! How're you doing, Ricky boy?"

"It's Mickey!"

"Don't listen to him, he's winding you up," Rose told him.

Mickey's eyes met hers and then he took in here appearance. "You look fantastic." The two hugged and when they parted, he glanced over to me. "Can't be said for you, Cerys."

"Oh, I beg to differ," the Doctor inserted as he worked, causing my cheeks to heat up a bit.

"Aw, how sweet. How come I never get any of that?"

"Take me to an amusement park and maybe, Jack."

"Buy me a drink first," was the Doctor's answer.

Jack turned from me and looked at the Doctor, giving him a small pout. "You're such hard work, the both of you."

"But we're definitely worth it," I stated with a wink.

"Did you manage to find it?" I heard Rose ask Mickey.

Mickey placed something in her hand. "There you go."

"I can go anywhere now."

"I told you, you don't need a passport."

"It's all very well going to Platform One and Justicia and the Glass Pyramid of San Kaloon, but what if we end up in Brazil? I might need it. You see, I'm prepared for anything."

"Sounds like you're staying, then." We were all quiet, knowing she was intent on staying. His face fell but he quickly donned a smile. "So, what're you doing in Cardiff? And who the hell's Jumping Jack Flash? I mean, I don't mind you hanging out with big-ears up there-"

"Oi!"

"Look in the mirror," he said to the Doctor before he turned to Jack. "But this guy, I don't know, he's kind of-"

"Handsome?"

"More like cheesy."

"Early twenty first Century slang. Is cheesy good or bad?"

"It's bad."

"But bad means good, isn't that right?" I shook my head at his question.

"Are you saying I'm not handsome?" the Doctor asked.

"I wouldn't say that…" I mused, trailing off when I noticed them looking at me, Rose and Jack with smirks on their faces.

"We just stopped off," Rose started to explain, moving the attention from the previous conversation. "We need to refuel. The thing is, Cardiff's got this rift running through the middle of the city. It's invisible, but it's like an earthquake fault between different dimensions."

"The rift was healed back in 1869."

"There was a girl named Gwyneth," I said with a small smile, "healed it."

"Because these creatures called the Gelth, they were using the rift as a gateway but she saved the world and closed it."

"But closing a rift always leaves a scar, and that scar generates energy, harmless to the human race-"

"But perfect for the Tardis, so just park it here for a couple of days right on top of the scar and-"

"Open up the engines, soak up the radiation."

"Like filling her up with petrol and off we go!"

"Into time!

"And space!" the four of us said together, slapping hands as Mickey stared at us.

"My God, have you seen yourselves? You all think you're so clever, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Definitely."

"Yep!"

Mickey rolled his eyes at us before we all headed out of the Tardis, me flanking behind everyone. Looking around, I realized we were at Roald Dahl Plass. My smile brightened as I searched for the shop Rose and I had gone to a while back, long before we met the Doctor. "Do you think that shop's still there?" I asked her.

"Don't know. We can go see. You loved that place, all leather and jeans."

"It was wonderful."

"Should take another twenty four hours, which means we've got time to kill."

"Great. Rose and I could go look for the shop."

"That old lady's staring," Mickey said.

"Probably wondering what five people could do inside a small wooden box." Jack slapped the Doctor's shoulders, the three of us laughing. We had gotten used to Jack's sense of humour, no matter how crass it was.

"What are you captain of, the Innuendo Squad?" Jack held up his hands making a W for whatever before walking away. "Wait, the Tardis, we can't just leave it. Doesn't it get noticed?"

Jack turned to face us, walking back. "Yeah, what's with the police box? Why does it look like that?"

"It's a cloaking device."

"It's called a chameleon circuit. The Tardis is meant to disguise itself wherever it lands, like if this was Ancient Rome, it'd be a statue on a plinth or something. But I landed in the 1960s, it disguised itself as a police box, and the circuit got stuck."

"So it copied the real thing? There actually was police boxes?"

"Yeah, on street corners. Phone for help before they had radios and mobiles. If they arrested someone, they could shove them inside till help came, like a little prison cell."

"Why don't you just fix the circuit?"

"I like it, don't you?"

"I love it.

"Why fix something so beautiful?" I asked with a shrug. "Most people probably think it's an old box the city forgot about. That's the beauty of it. No one really gives it two thoughts."

"But that's what I meant. There's no police boxes anymore, so doesn't it get noticed?"

"Ricky, let me tell you something about the human race. You put a mysterious blue box slap bang in the middle of town, what do they do?" He placed his hands on Mickey's shoulders. "Walk past it. Even, Cerys said it. Now, stop your nagging. Let's go and explore."

"What's the plan?"

"I don't know. Cardiff, early twenty first century and the wind's coming from the east. Trust me. Safest place in the universe."

As we walked through the plaza, I grabbed the Doctor's hand and gave it a squeeze. He slowed but didn't stop walking. "Thank you for acknowledging I said something."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. I'm used to being ignored I guess. Rose doesn't much but there are times where it's like she doesn't even notice that I'm there. And Mickey, he and I never had a good relationship."

"Still shouldn't ignore you. You're smart, Cerys. You use your brain better than most humans. Speak up, eh." I nodded and moved to let go of his hand. As I was going to pull away, his grip on my hand tightened and he smiled at me. I sighed let it be, falling into step with him.

The five of us ended up at a restaurant after a few minutes of walking. We were chatting a bit although we mostly listened to Jack's stories. As usual, I remained quiet for most of the conversation. It was something I was used to, being in the background and observing; taking in everything I saw and heard. "I swear, six feet tall and with big tusks-"

"You're lying through your teeth!"

"I'd have gone bonkers! That's the word - bonkers!"

"I mean, it turns out the white things are tusks and I mean tusks! And it's woken, and it's not happy."

"How could you not know it was there?"

"And we're standing there, fifteen of us, naked-"

"Naked?!"

"And I'm like, oh, no, no, it's got nothing to do with me. And then it roars, and we are running. Oh my God, we are running! And Brakovitch falls, so I turn to him and I say-"

"I knew we should have turned left!"

"That's my line!"

The five of us burst into laughter, although we were pretty much in stitches as Jack told his story. "I don't believe you. I don't believe a word you say ever. That is so brilliant. Did you ever get your clothes back?" Rose asked, as the Doctor looked over to a nearby patron and snatched a newspaper from his hand.

"No, I just picked him up went right for the ship, full throttle. Didn't stop until I hit the spacelanes. I was shaking. It was unbelievable. It freaked me out, and by the time I got fifteen light years away I realized I'm like this."

I turned my attention to the Doctor and glanced at the newspaper, my breath hitching when I sat it was one of the Slitheen. "And I was having such a nice day." The Doctor held up the paper, showing the others the front page. Glancing at each other, we stood, threw down some money and exited the restaurant.

A few minutes later we were standing in the city hall foyer. "According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit. Okay, plan of attack." I smirked as the Doctor looked over to him. "We assume a basic fifty seven fifty six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That'll designate Exit One, I'll cover Exit Two with Cerys."

"No. Cerys comes with me."

Jack rolled his eyes but there was a glimmer in them. "I wanted to spend some time with her. You can't keep her to yourself, Doctor."

"That's nice," he said, not easing up.

Jack rolled his eyes, admitting defeat. "Fine, you're with the Doctor, Cerys. Rose, you Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Have you got that?"

I nodded as the Doctor glared at Jack, a bit upset he had taken over and was giving orders, something I noticed the he preferred to do. "Excuse me. Who's in charge?" I rolled my eyes at him but said nothing.

"Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir."

"Right, here's the plan." The Doctor stopped speaking, thinking up a plan. "Like he said. Nice plan. Anything else?"

"Present arms." We all pulled out a mobile, synchronizing it.

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Ready," Mickey repeated after the Doctor and Rose.

"Ready. Speed dial?"

"Yup."

"Ready."

"Check."

Jack looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I gave a curt nod that he returned before he smiled. "See you in hell." With that we all went our separate ways.

As the Doctor and I walked down the hall, I thought of what had just happened. He hadn't acted like that with Rose, demanding she accompany him. Maybe he thought I couldn't handle myself or that I was weak. But that wouldn't make sense. I would have been with Jack, a man perfectly capable of keeping us both safe. Maybe he just felt better with me around. Rose had said I was the only one who could keep him from doing something reckless, so maybe that was it. I shook my head, trying to rid it of all the thoughts. It was nagging me, the want to know his reason but I tried not to let it bother me, yet it was harder than I thought. "Why did you want me to come with you?"

"Just did."

"That's not a reason. If you thought I was weak then I could have went with Jack but you insisted-"

"Who said I thought you were weak?"

"I don't know. It seems like it. You didn't tell Jack that Rose had to go with you. If safety was an issue, I would have been safe with Jack."

"I didn't ask you to come with me for your safety. I know you can take care of yourself."

"Then why did you?"

"I enjoy your company. Now, shush. We're meeting with the receptionist." I rolled my eyes at him as he went to talk to the man sitting behind a desk by the door. "Hello, I've come to see the Lord Mayor."

"Have you got an appointment?"

"No, just an old friend passing by. Bit of a surprise. Can't wait to see her face."

"Well, she's just having a cup of tea."

"Just go in there and tell her the Doctor would like to see her."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor. Tell her exactly that. The Doctor." I rolled my eyes at him as he donned his silly grin.

"Hang on a tick," the man said, annoyed as he walked into the mayor's office. A moment later we heard a cup smash onto the floor and the receptionist come out, flustered. "The Lord Mayor says thank you for popping by. She'd love to have a chat, but, er, she's up to her eyes in paperwork. Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week?"

"She's climbing out of the window, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is." The Doctor pushed past him as I rang everyone.

"Slitheen heading north."

"On my way."

"Over and out."

"Oh my God."

Hanging up, I ran into the office joining the Doctor and the receptionist on the balcony. The men were wrestling with each other, the receptionist trying to deter the Doctor. "Leave the Mayor alone!" he said before I grabbed the back of his suit jacket and pulled him away from the Doctor. When he was on the ground, the Doctor and I ran down the ladder.

"Margaret!" The Doctor called as she removed her earrings and put it with her broach.

"Who's on Exit Four?" Jack asked.

"That was Mickey!"

"Here I am," the man said as he ran to us.

"Mickey the idiot."

"Oh, be fair, she's not going to outrun us, is she?" Rose questioned as Margaret vanished before our eyes.

"Thanks for that, Rose." She glanced at me, rolling her eyes at my comment.

"She's got a teleport! That's cheating! Now we're never going to get her."

"Oh, the Doctor's very good at teleports," Rose told Jack as the Doctor held up his screwdriver and Margaret reappeared, running towards us. Seeing what was happening, she turned and ran away from us. For a bit she would vanish and reappear, only to vanish again and repeat the cycle.

"I could do this all day."

Stopping, she rested her hands against her knees, breathing heavily. "This is persecution. Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?"

"Well, you tried to destroy the planet, and not to mention kill us," I snapped.

"Apart from that." I rolled my eyes as the Doctor managed to lead her back into city hall.

When we finally reached an open room, I leaned against a table with yellow cloth draped over it. My eyes on a white model building that she was supposed to have built. "So, you're a Slitheen, you're on Earth, you're trapped. Your family get killed but you teleport out just in the nick of time. You have no means of escape. What do you do? You build a nuclear power station. But what for?"

"A philanthropic gesture. I've learnt the error of my ways."

I snorted, bringing her attention to me. "Right, on top of the rift? Fat chance. You're planning something."

"What would you know, human?"

"Human, yes. I can call your lies from a mile away and if you aren't fooling me, then you are most definitely not fooling the Doctor, or Jack for that matter. So, why on the rift?"

"What rift would that be?"

"A rift in space and time. If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go…" he used his hands to show the explosion.

"She knows which one, Jack. Like I said, she's planning something."

"This station is designed to explode the minute it reaches capacity."

"Didn't anyone notice? Isn't there someone in London checking this sort of stuff?"

"We're in Cardiff. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice. Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native."

"But why would she do that? A great big explosion, she'd only end up killing herself."

"She's got a name, you know," Margaret sneered.

"She's not even a she, she's a thing," Mickey retorted.

"Oh, but she's clever." I eyed the Doctor as he knocked over some bits and pulled out the middle section of the model and turned it over to show us that it was hooked up to something. "Fantastic."

"Is that a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator?"

"Couldn't have put it better myself."

Jack snatched it from him. "Oo, genius! You didn't build this?"

"I have my hobbies. A little tinkering."

"No, no, no. I mean, you really didn't build this. Way beyond you."

"I bet she stole it."

"It fell into my hands."

"Is it a weapon?" Rose asked.

No," I replied, shaking my head and getting up from the chair. I walked over to the Doctor and Jack, examining the device. "I'm pretty sure it's used for transport." I took it from the Doctor's hand. "Once the reactor explodes, the rift would open up again, eradicating all that Gwyneth did. It would be a cosmic disaster. I'm guessing it has an energy bubble that protects you from the debris and whatnot. Punch in some coordinates and ride it out of the solar system." I looked up to see everyone staring at me. "What?"

"How did you know that?" Jack asked.

"Er, I read. I know a lot of stuff."

"But that's not something a human would know."

"You know about it."

"I'm from the 51st century and I was a Time Agent."

"I spend a lot of time in the Doctor's library. I remember most of the stuff I read."

"Right," Mickey interjected, not feeling comfortable with my knowledge of space things. "So it's basically a surfboard."

"A pan-dimensional surfboard, yeah."

"And it would've worked. I'd have surfed away from this dead end dump and back to civilization."

"You'd blow up a planet just to get a lift?"

"She almost did for fuel."

"Like stepping on an anthill."

"How'd you think of the name?" the Doctor asked, his back to us as he looked at the banner that hung on the wall behind the project.

"What, Blaidd Drwg? It's Welsh."

"I know, but how did you think of it?"

"I chose it at random, that's all. I don't know. It just sounded good. Does it matter?"

"Blaidd Drwg."

"What's it mean?"

"Bad Wolf."

"But I've heard that before. Bad Wolf. I've heard that lots of times."

"Everywhere we go. Two words following us. Bad Wolf."

"How can they be following us?"

"Nah, just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind. Things to do. Margaret, we're going to take you home."

"Hold on, isn't that the easy option, like letting her go?"

"I don't believe it! We actually get to go to Raxa…" I giggled as the Doctor rolled his eyes at her. "Wait a minute! Raxacor…"

"Raxacoricofallapatorius," the Doctor and I said together.

"Raxacorico…"

"Fallapatorius."

"Raxacoricofallapatorius. That's it! I did it!" I gave her a high five, happy with her as well. She had been bugging me to teach her how to say it but each time ended miserably.

"They have the death penalty." Rose's smile faded. "The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty with no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of government, the moment I return, I am to be executed. What do you make of that, Doctor? Take me home and you take me to my death."

"Not my problem."

So, what did you think of this part? I wanted to show the relationship she has with Rose, Jack and the Doctor, showing how their relationship has changed to the flirting part, although I think I've had it there subtlely, I wanted to have it where now, it's more out there. I also wanted to shed some light on Cerys' past. I also wanted to show that she has abnormal knowledge for a human in the 21st Century. Please leave a review. I love hearing your opinions and such.

BreeBree12345: Thank's for the review. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so much. I'll definitely be updating more frequently now that I've updated most of the story and have it in my doc manager.

Lizzybug2000: Glad you liked the chapter. Thanks for the name suggestions. She's definitely going to have a pretty simple name. After a bit of thinking, I decided to name her Joce, best friend of Captain Jack Harkness. Hopefully I'll have it posted soon.