We sat in silence for a while, each of us seemingly in our own world. Moments later, the same blonde woman came onto the monitor, telling the forecast and apologising. As she vanished, a song rang through the air and was soon over taken by the people in each car so it seemed. Cheen and Milo joined in, their expressions solemn as they did. I stood there, watching them, not truly understanding the point. That was a lie, I did understand, it gave them hope, I suppose. Yet, that did nothing if they could get outside and by the apology given to them, they were trapped down there. When the singing had ceased, a voice rang over the comms. "Fast lane access. Please drive safely."

"We made it. The fast lane."

"And it's deserted, well somewhat. There are no cars down here."

Milo scoffed and continued to drive until we neared an exit. Tapping the monitor for Exit 1, he let out a frustrated groan.

"Try again," Cheen told him. Listening, he tapped the screen.

"Brooklyn turnoff one, closed."

"Try the next one."

"Brooklyn turnoff two, closed."

"They're all closed Milo. You never should have tried the fast lane."

"Oh! What do we do?"

"We'll keep going 'round. We'll do the whole loop, and by the time we come back 'round, they'll be open."

There was another growl, much closer this time. I tensed, not sure what to expect. "Still think it's the air vents?" As I finished the question, there was the sound of thumping nearby.

"What else could it be?"

The car shook as it jolted again, a menacing snarl ripping through the air. "What the hell was that?"

"It's just… the hydraulics," Milo said, trying to calm Cheen down. Yet even as he said it, he was uncertain of his answer.

"No. Whatever it is, it's alive."

"It's all exhaust fumes out there. Nothing could breathe in that."

"You'd be surprised," I muttered before the comm. came to life.

"Calling Car four six five diamond six. Repeat- calling Car four six five diamond six."

Milo picked up the microphone. "This is Car four six five diamond six. Who's that? Where are you?"

"I'm in the fast lane, about fifty yards behind. Can you get back up? Can you get off the fast lane?"

"We only have permission to go down. We- we need the Brooklyn Flyover," he replied as something hit the car.

"It's closed. Go back up."

"We can't. We'll just go 'round."

"Don't you understand? They're closed! They're always closed!" As that came through, Cheen placed her hands over her mouth, holding in a gasp. "We're stuck down here, and there's something else is out there in the fog- can't you hear it?" There was another roar.

"That's the air vents."

"Jehovah! What are you, some stupid kid? Get out of here!"

"He is. Won't listen to reason, this one," I told the girl before there was a big thump and a cacophony of growls and shrieks.

"What was that?"

"I can't move! They've got us!"

"But what's happening?"

"What is it? What has you?"

"Hang on, girls. It's here. Just drive, you idiots! Get out of here!" The woman screeched before the line went dead.

"Can you hear me? Hello?"

"Will you shut up and drive!"

"But where?"

"Straight."

Cheen began to sob, much to my annoyance. "What is it? What's out there? What is it?"

"It doesn't matter. Right now, we have to get out of here." I told her as Milo sped off. As he drove, the car violently jerked more as it was struck by whatever was around it.

"Go faster!"

"I'm at top speed!" I cursed under my breath, wishing I had asked the Tardis to make me a sonic screwdriver. It would have come in handy. But thinking about it now, those creatures, how could they know where we were? It had to be something telling them, something to do with the car.

Milo repeatedly pressed the monitor, trying to get permission to get off the fast lane. "No access above."

"But this is an emergency!" Milo cried before calling the police.

"Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold."

"Turn the car off."

"You've got to be joking."

"Then you explain how whatever's out there can see us in the fumes. It's the car telling them where we are. They probably won't be able to see locate us if we turn it off."

"What if you're wrong?"

"Don't know. We'll figure out when we hit that bridge," I snapped. "Now turn it off!"

Milo did as I said and the car went dark. As I figured, the growling faded away until there was no more noise from the outside. Whatever it was, it was the car attracting its attention.

"They've stopped," Cheen breathed.

"Yeah, but they're still out there."

"How did you think of that?"

"I'm clever."

"Well then, you'd better think of something else, because we've lost the aircon. If we don't switch the engines back on, we won't be able to breathe."

"How long have you got?"

"Eight minutes, maximum."

Sitting there in silence, well mostly silence due to Cheen's sobbing, I tried to think of every creature that used gas for food. While I managed to come up with a few, none of them seemed to fit. I let out an irritated huff, wishing the Doctor were around. He would probably know what we were dealing with. Grumbling to myself, I shook my head. No, I didn't need him around to figure things out. I was perfectly capable of doing so. Sighing, I cleared my mind and started to go through my list again. 'Macra.' I jumped, eyes wide, not knowing how I'd known that. I barely remembered those creatures, having just about forgotten them completely. Then it dawned on me that hadn't been my thought, a smile formed on my lips before it fell, me realising the gravity of the situation. If it were Macra down here, that meant we were in more danger than I had thought.

"How much air's left?"

"Two minutes."

"We'll be fine. He'll think of something."

"No one's coming."

"He looked kind of nice."

"He is but that's not all there is."

"You and him are married, right?"

"Yeah, but it's more than a marriage. Imaging having that one person who truly completes you in every way possible, who knows everything about you and never judges, no matter how bad the information is, who loves you unconditionally, even if you aren't the most stable person… that's what it is for him and me."

"I know how you feel," Cheen smiled, glancing at Milo. "I never even asked- where's home?"

"With him."

"So, er, who is he, then, this Doctor?"

"He's everything to me. I've known him my entire life and that man is the most loving and compassionate person I've ever known, well, unless he's angry. That's when you have to watch out, especially if I'm in danger."

"Will he hurt us?" Cheen questioned, a tremor in her voice.

"No, not at all. Just get me back to him, yeah?"

"What about you?"

"I won't. Trust me, he'll get us out of here. He'll save us. You have your faith and I have him."

"Right," Milo said as he turned the car back on.

"Systems back online."

Taking Cheen's hand, he turned to me, "good luck."

"Yeah," I said as we took off. As we drove, the Macra surrounding us attacked, most likely doing the best it could to ensnare the vehicle. Luckily, Milo manoeuvred the car skilfully enough so that we weren't caught, just tossed around a bit. The more Milo drove, the more the Macra seemed to attack, violently each time. I had long been tossed towards the back of the car and after much effort, gave up on trying to reach the front again. All went to hell when the car was caught. As the claw clamped down, the console parked and smoke began to rise up. CHeen had begun screaming much to my dismay but after being violently shaken about, Milo had finally been able to slip out of the grip the Macra had on the vehicle, beginning the intricate dance again. Suddenly the monitor flashed to the Doctor and Martha. He looked calm but I could see just how terrified he was. His eyes said it all, at least to me.

"Oi! Car four six five diamond six. Cerys! Drive up!"

"That's him," I happily exclaimed as I forced myself to the front of the car. I was so thrilled to see his face and that he had figured out a way of freeing everyone.

"We can't go up! We'll hit the layer!"

"Milo, go up. Trust me, he's taken care of it."

"You've got access above! Now go!" Milo nodded and began to manoeuvre the car up and away from the Macra.

"It's daylight. Oh my God, that's the sky, the real sky."

"My idiot," I whispered fondly as we reached the top. Giving the couple with me a bit of privacy as they kissed.

"Car four six five diamond six, I've sent you a flight path. Come to the Senate."

"Alright."

"It's quite a while since I saw you, Cerys."

"Yeah, you'll be snogging me soon enough," I joked as the car headed for the Senate, knowing very well that's exactly what would happen.

Reaching, I jumped out and ran inside, passing the bodies and going where I knew he'd be; where I felt him. Immediately spotting him, I pumped my legs faster and jumped into his awaiting arms, smiling as I felt them close around me. After a minute or so, he let me down and we walked over to the Face of Boe. His tank had broken and he was lying on the floor. I rushed to his side, placing a hand on him. "Hello, old friend."

"You know him?"

"Of course I do. I never forget a face," I told Martha before returning my attention to Boe. "You know, legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn't that right? And you're not about to give up now." I looked into his eyes, trying to keep my tears at bay. "You can't."

"Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most." I shook my head. I didn't want him to go. Since the first time I'd met him, I had felt he was familiar, and after a while, I finally realised why. There was so much I wanted to speak to him about, so much that needed to be said. Even with the Tardis, I couldn't help but feel I might never get that moment.

"The legend says more."

"Don't. There's no need for that."

"It says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secret to two travellers."

"Yeah, but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?"

"I have seen so much… perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind- as you are the last of yours, Doctor and Cerys."

"That's why we have to survive. The three of us. Don't go."

"Please… stay," I whispered, hearing my voice crack as I did so.

"I must. But know this, Time Lords- You are not alone." With that, the Face of Boe took a final ragged breath and closed his eyes. I felt tears sting my eyes at the loss of him while Novice Hame wept openly.

After giving me a few more minutes, the Doctor helped me up and the three of us returned to Pharmacy Town, where all the shops had closed down. "All closed down."

"Happy?"

"Happy happy." Martha chuckled while I stared on, my mind on the Face of Boe. "New New York can start again. And they got Novice Hame. Just what every city needs- cats in charge. Come on, time we were off."

"But what did he mean, the Face of Boe- 'You're not alone.'"

"I'm not alone. I have Cerys."

"Be he said the both of you."

Snapping from my daze, I glanced at her. "I don't know what he meant but the Doctor and I have each other. That's all that matters."

"You've got me. Is that what he meant?"

"I don't think so. Sorry."

"Then what?"

"Doesn't matter. Back to the Tardis. Off we go." He began to pull me to the Tardis but I stopped when I heard a soft clink. Turning around, I saw Martha sitting in a chair, her arms and legs crossed. "All right, you staying?"

"'Till you talk to me properly, yes. He said 'last of your kind.' What does that mean?"

"It really doesn't matter."

"You don't talk. You never say! Why not?"

"Fast falls the eventide."

"It's the city."

"The darkness deepens."

"They're singing."

"Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail-"

"Doctor, if she's travelling with us, I think she should know. We both know what he meant but she's asking you. She's your companion, whether you want to admit it or not."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I lied to you… 'cause I liked it. I could pretend. Just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive, underneath a burnt-orange sky. We're not just Time Lords. We're the last of the Time Lords." I carefully studied Martha's expression, watching as it went from shock to sadness. "The Face of Boe was wrong- there's no one else."

"What happened?"

The Doctor kept his gaze on her for a moment before grabbing another discarded chair. Placing it in front of her, he sat down. Sighing, I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him my support. "There was a war… a Time War. The last Great Time War. Our people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family… my friends… even that sky."

"I'm still here. Always will be."

He reached a hand up and placed it over mine. "I know."

"Martha, you would have loved it. Home."

"The second sun would rise in the south, and the mountains would shine."

"And the leaves were silver. Every morning, when they caught the light, it looked like a forest on fire. And when the autumn came, the breeze would blow through the branches… like a song. It was beautiful. I spent most of my time out there. Waking up early enough to see it all. I miss it, so much, but they are gone. The Doctor and I are the only ones."

"The darkness deepens. Lord, with me abide." Sighing, I walked into the Tardis and went to sit in the jump seat while I waited for the two to join me.

I sat in the kitchen, flipping through a cooking magazine, bored out of my mind. Although I wanted to go to the library, for some reason, I found myself in the kitchen. I barely went there since Rose had been trapped in the parallel world and it had me thinking of the times we shared, both good and bad. I'd much preferred to have Castawasy of the Flying Dutchman with me, to distract me from my thoughts but all I had was a pile of cookbooks lying on the table. As I flipped through, not really reading the pages, I heard someone enter the kitchen. "What are you doing in here? I figured you'd be in the library."

"Wanted a bit of a change."

"What is it? What's bothering you?"

I glanced up at him. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"You inhaled the exhaust fumes. Did you expel it?"

"Yes, I did." I nodded, looking at the book cover. "What's really bothering you?"

"I don't know. When I was taken, I could have sworn I heard you." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate. "I had forgotten about the Macra and all of a sudden, I hear a voice, more importantly, YOUR voice, in my mind telling me what they are… what we were dealing with."

"That's great though."

"I suppose but I wasn't even trying to connect. All I wanted to do was figure out what was the source of the noises."

"I don't know but we'll figure it out, eh? The connection's been crippled but it's still there. We'll work on it."

"How?"

"Next time it happens, try to connect. My mind's always open to you." I nodded, giving a slight smile. I wanted to connect with his mind, to have that connection back. Even with the slight buzz that told me that he was there, it was nothing compared to what we had; I felt empty. On Gallifrey, he kept most of his thoughts to himself, not wanting me to hear them. I had been so fragile then, any thought of his would set me off, sending me into a fit of anger that made me a danger to everyone, including him and my little Kiere. But I was different. I was stronger, no longer caring as to what anyone but Doctor had to say. I wanted to hear his thoughts, to communicate with him. That connection was an essential key to our relationship, to us being Ame Soeurs. It strengthened what we already had, helped us gain a deeper understanding of the other. He was a different man, as I was a different woman, but underneath, we were still, in some ways, the same person as our first incarnations and we knew each other better than anyone else. "Rys?"

"Hmm."

"What are you thinking about?"

"This and that."

"Like?"

"Different things. I'll tell you sometime." I stood, holding out my hand to him. After a moment, he took it and allowed me to lead him out of the kitchen and into the console room.

6/10/2014

Yay! So we finally have the conclusion to Gridlock. Was it good enough? (That was seriously my insecurities coming through lolz). Anyways, sorry for the semi-late update. I've been working like crazy and I have four 5 page papers to write, one due each day of the week. . So I've been crazy busy. And I'm still having issues with not letting me upload a new story (a companion story for this one in-between adventures, conversations, happenings, etc.) and it's highly irritating since I have written majority of it out and want to start posting but until it's sorted, it won't be up. And yes, I've e-mailed support. I still haven't gotten a response though so fat lot of good that was. :/

Anyways, what did you think of Kill the Moon. I've read a ton of people's opinions on the episode, both bad and good, and I can totally see the arguments for each side. I think my favourite part of the episode was Clara in the end. She has always seen the Doctor as a hero and that episode was when she kind of saw him as he was, as his new regeneration. It was a total eye-opener for her. The Doctor leaving, I think, was, while slightly harsh, was a good thing. Looking at it from a woman's perspective, the moon was an egg and he felt that it wasn't his choice to do anything, but the three women's decision. But I definitely feel as though he was being a patronising prick. The saddest part for me was when Clara made the broadcast and all of Earth turned off their lights. It killed me because it was literally showing humans for what they were. It was like there was no hesitation and they wanted to kill a baby! It was definitely something I could see happening in the real world. Anything that isn't understood is ultimately persecuted anyways. But enough of what I think. Thanks for the follows and reviews. I appreciate them.

Squidtastik: Same here. I definitely feel that from the previous episode, they'll definitely stay together but with time being a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, it could change and there will be no baby Clara or Danny.

NicoleR85: As I said up there, I have written it out but FF isn't letting me create a new story. Hopefully when it is all straightened out, you'll find out. He will most definitely be a lot darker. I slightly added a bit of Twelve into the mix so when I do come around to posting the new season, it'll come together a lot more.

I'm-a-Klaus-addict: Thanks. Hopefully, since it's been a few days, you got your sleep. But yep, I will be doing the 50th. Rys will be in it as well. There will also be a few surprises thrown in too ;)