Tenth chapter guys! This is so exciting :D

So, yeah, I'm not entirely happy with this one. I've been thinking of changing the Attraction patch to a Truthful patch or something, and play with Kylie's secrets. But I wasn't too happy with that, since I want the Doctor to trust her a little bit more before that happens.

That being said, tell me what you think? :) I probably won't change it, now that it's done, but please tell me if you do like this.

Thanks for all the new follows/favorites/reviews! You guys are the best:)

Something was wrong.

The tingling had spread, and now my whole body felt like it was asleep, and I had to move for it to wake up. Run, jump, crawl, anything.

Instead, I walked calmly just a step behind the Doctor, watching how his shoulders moved as he walked, stalked, towards the motorway. He had let go of my hand a while ago, and I sensed he was in no mood for small talk.

I didn't know if I should tell him. I didn't know if the attraction patch had been on long enough to actually do anything. If being Osirien would dilute its effects, if I was immune to the human drug. I didn't know how the Doctor would react if he realized I was getting us into more trouble.

It seemed I didn't know much, lately.

Before, I'd thought myself something of a connoisseur. I'd travelled through time and space, of course I would have experienced more than the average bloke. But, next to the Doctor, I almost felt as inexperienced as Martha Jones seemed to be.

The Doctor stopped on his tracks, and turned back to me. I ran my eyes over his face, relieved when I realized his anger was gone. Or simply well hidden. It could easily be either way with him.

"You okay?" He asked, and his voice was low and rich, and I liked how it slipped over my skin.

"Kylie?" He asked again, and I realized I had distracted myself with the tone of his voice. He stepped in close to me, and, before I could warn him, pressed his hands on either side of my head, staring into my eyes.

"Martha's going to be okay," he reassured me. "I'll make sure of it."

His words washed over me. Every nerve in my body was concentrated on one single thing: his hands on my skin.

The tingling went crazy, rushing through my body and becoming rather pleasurable. I noticed how his hair had dried, letting the soft tufts of it stand in every direction. His eyes were a lovely brown, changing in intensity every so often. His nose, the way his eyebrows arched, suddenly the Doctor had become the most handsome man I had ever seen.

"Doctor," I gasped, fighting for self-control. "Please step away."

No, I wanted him to step closer. To feel his body heat on mine. To run my hands through his hair and see if it really was as soft as it looked. For our noses to bump before we finally-

The Doctor was staring at me strangely. "What?"

I slowly smiled at him, holding his eyes, and placed my hands on his narrow hips. "You either step away right now, or you step in closer."

"What?" He said, and his voice rose in pitch.

I shrugged, and took a step forward. Our clothes barely brushed.

"Doctor," I said, and I wasn't sure if it was a warning or a plea.

His eyes widened before he finally took his hands off my head, stepping back and I let my hands fall to my sides. I sighed, though it could have been from relief or disappointment.

He took out his sonic screwdriver, quickly running it over me. His head turned sharply over to me.

"Kylie," he growled. "What did you do?"

I couldn't contain myself. I stepped forward, shivering when the sonic screwdriver's warm tip connected with my collarbone.

"Me?" I asked, and I noticed my voice had gone a bit lower. "Nothing."

His hand took my jaw, and I smirked, pleased. He angled my head side to side, eyeing my flushed skin and my eyes.

"Did you get a patch?" He asked, angrily, letting go of my jaw.

I couldn't have him angry with me. I shook my head. "I was asking for information when one of the vendors decided that we should be together. Something about an Attraction patch, fifty-something. She slapped it right over my neck."

"Did you pay for it?"
"Of course not. Got angry with her."

He nodded, deciding to believe me. "Attraction, you said?"

I hummed in agreement, my hands itching to touch him.

He frowned. "Maybe you should stay in the TARDIS until I get back."

That snapped me a bit from my daze. "No!" I paused, trying to compose myself. "I want to help. I'll just try to stay away from you. But please, let me help you."

He considered it, before finally relenting. "Alright. Just," He paused, flushing a little. "Just try keeping your hands to yourself."

I winced. "Yeah, yeah."

He turned, and continued through the hallway. I followed, running my eyes over his figure.

He didn't want me touching, but there was no harm in looking, was there?

The Doctor led me to a metal door. It was rusty and thick, making it difficult for the Doctor to deal with it. However, the second he opened the door, exhaust fumes rushed us, and we found ourselves coughing and with stinging eyes.

I held my arms to my face as I looked around. Rows and rows of flying cars stood in front of me, going up and down. Everywhere I could see, the cars all faced the same direction, and they didn't move.

The car in front of us suddenly opened the door. A figure in a World War Two flying jacket, complete with a helmet, goggles, and a white scarf appeared, urging us in with a gloved hand.

"Hey! You daft little street struts!" He called in an Irish accent. "What are you doing standing there? Either get out or get in. Come on!"

The Doctor and I exchanged panicked looks, before rushing to the car and stumbling in.

We gasped for breath, trying to expel all the gas fumes from our lungs.

"Did you ever see the like?" The man exclaimed.

A woman turned from the front seat, quickly handing us both oxygen masks.

"Here you go." The woman said, smiling. I slipped mine on, breathing in the clean air.

"Just standing there, breathing it in." The man continued.

Then, he took off the scarf and the goggles, revealing a very cat-like face, full with whiskers and fur over his face. I grinned under my mask, remembering very cool cat-like people from the last time I had traveled to New New York.

"There's this story," He said. "Says back in the old days, on Juction forty seven, this woman stood in the exhaust fumes for a solid twenty minutes. By the time they found her, her head had swollen to fifty feet."

The woman waved him off. "Oh, you're making it up"

"A fifty foot head! Just think of it. Imagine picking that nose."

She made a face. "Oh, stop it. That's disgusting."

"What, did you never pick your nose?"

The woman suddenly started, tapping the man's arm. "Bran, we're moving."

"Right. I'm there. I'm on it."

He pulled a lever, and we moved, though it was short lived. Perhaps two yards or three.

"Twenty yards." He said. "We're having a good day." Then he turned to us. "And who might you be, you two? Very well dressed for hitchhikers."

The Doctor took off his mask and grinned. I followed, not taking my eyes from his face. That man became very attractive when he let his joy run though.

"Thanks. Sorry, I'm the Doctor."

I smiled. "And I'm Kylie."

The man smiled back. "My name's Thomas Kincade Brannigan, and this is the bane of my life, the lovely Valerie."

Valerie smiled back, fondly. "Nice to meet you."

Brannigan pointed towards the back of the vehicle. "And that's the rest of the family behind you."

The Doctor drew a curtain back, revealing a litter of kittens, some even with bows around their necks, in a basket.

I smiled, hearing their soft mewls as I approached them, picking one up.

"Aww, they're so cute." I said, stroking the kitten's fur. He purred, closing his eyes.

"Thank you," Valerie grinned.

The Doctor approached me, using a finger to scratch the kitten's chin. I tensed, relishing in his closeness, but he didn't seem to be aware of it. "Ah, that's nice. Hello. How old are they?"

"Just two months." The mother said.

"Poor little souls." Brannigan shook his head. "They've never known the ground beneath their paws. Children of the motorway.

We stared, surprised. "What, they were born in here?" The Doctor asked.

"We couldn't stop. We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island. Thought we'd take a chance."

"Wait." I interrupted. "How long have you been driving for?"

"It's close to twelve years now." Brannigan mentioned, as if it was nothing.

"I'm sorry?" The Doctor said, in disbelief.

The cat-like man nodded. "Yeah! Started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday."

"Feels like twelve years to me." Valerie teased.

"Ah, sweetheart, but you still love me."

I smiled at their teasing.

"Twelve years?" The Doctor continued, astonished. "How far did you come? Where did you start?"

"Battery Park. It's five miles back."

I felt my eyes widen. "You travelled five miles in twelve years?"

Brannigan exchanged a look with Valerie. "I think they're a bit slow."

"Where are you from?" Valerie asked.

"Never mind that." The Doctor waved her off. "We've got to get out. My friend's in one of these cars. She was taken hostage. We should get back to the TARDIS."

The Doctor slid the door open, immediately coughing as the fumes entered his system. I watched, wide eyed, noticing that there was no road to get to.

"You're too late for that." Brannigan explained, shrugging. "We've passed the lay-by. You two are passengers now."

"When's the next lay-by?" The Doctor asked, closing the door.

Brannigan hesitated, calculating. "Oh, six months?"

We exchanged glances, and in his, I could see reflected what I felt.

Despair.

The Doctor wasn't one to keep still for long.

He brushed past me on the way to the monitor, eliciting a shudder he fortunately didn't notice. This man was making 'keeping my hands to myself' pretty damn difficult.

But, who could really blame me? I could see what Martha saw in him. What Rose probably also had. This man was so much more than he appeared to be. The way he carried himself, his willingness to help, to protect, he was absolutely wonderful.

Not to mention his looks. He was attractive in an unusual way. Tall and lanky, but graceful. His hair permanently in disarray, made me want to make it messier with my hands. The way his coat fitted him and defined his shoulders made me crazy curious to see what lay beneath. His arms, I was so bloody curious to see how they looked like.

I wanted to see his eyes change. Not with sadness or mirth, but with desire. To make him forget about all the bad things for just a minute. To see his cheeks stain pink and feel his hands on me.

The sound of a throat clearing snapped me from my daze. I turned to my side, meeting Valerie's eyes.

"You're undressing him with your eyes," She noticed, a smile in her voice.

I blushed. "Ugh. That obvious?"

She chuckled, holding two fingers up, a pinch apart. "Just a little bit."

I shook my head, trying to dispel my thoughts. "A vendor slapped an Attraction patch on me earlier today. It's been driving me crazy."

"Oh. How strong was it?"

I frowned. "Fifty-something."

She made a small sound of surprise. "Fifty-something? I'm amazed you're not throwing yourself at him right this moment."

I winced. "It's that strong?"

She nodded.

"I'm not human. A bit stronger. That's probably it."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What are you then? You certainly look Human."

"Osirien."

She shrugged. "Sorry. Never heard of you."

I waved it off. "I'm not surprised. We keep to ourselves, and it's a long way from here."

We turned our attention back to the Doctor, who was saying something about the Duke of Manhattan, and getting through to him.

"Oh now, ain't you lordly?" Brannigan said.

"I've got to find my friend," the Doctor responded with all the seriousness in the world.

"You can't make outside calls," Valerie said. "The motorway's completely enclosed."

"What about the other cars?" The Doctor asked.

"Oh, we've got contact with them, yeah." Brannigan nodded. "Well, some of them, anyway. They've got to be on your friends list. Now, let's see." He pressed something on a monitor. "Ah! The Cassini sisters!"

An image flickered to life in the monitor, showing two older women, the typical old ladies, one was even knitting.

"Still your hearts, my handsome girls," Brannigan continued. "It's Brannigan here."

"Get off the line, Brannigan." The lady called Alice said. "You're a pest and a menace."

"Oh, come on, now, sisters. Is that any way to talk to an old friend?"

"You know full well we're not sisters. We're married."

"Ooh, stop that modern talk. I'm an old-fashioned cat. Now, I've got some hitchhikers here, call themselves Kylie and the Doctor."

The Doctor took the radio from Brannigan. "Hello. Sorry. I'm looking for someone called Martha Jones. She's been carjacked. She's inside one of these vehicles, but I don't know which one."

The lady knitting put down her work and picked up a large book, before leafing through it. "Wait a minute," she said. "Could I ask, what entrance did they use?"

"Where were we?" The Doctor asked Brannigan.

"Pharmacy Town."

"Pharmacy Town," he repeated to the sisters that apparently weren't sisters. "About twenty minutes ago."

"Let's have a look," The lady, May, said as she searched the book.

"Just my luck," Alice said fondly. "To marry a car-spotter."

"In the last half hour, fifty three new cars joined from the Pharmacy Town junction," she informed us.

"Anything more specific?" The Doctor asked.

"All in good time. Was she car-jacked by two people?"

"Yes, she was, yeah."

"There we are. Just one of those cars was destined for the fast lane. That means they have three on board. And car number is four six five diamond six."

I grinned, finally sensing the progress.

"That's it!" The Doctor exclaimed. "So how do we find them?"

"Ah." May said. "Now there I'm afraid I can't help."

"Call them on this thing." The Doctor said. "We've got their number. Diamond six."

Brannigan shook his head. "But not if they're designated fast lane. It's a different class."

"You could try the police," May advised.

The Doctor frowned. "They put me on hold."

"You'll have to keep trying. There's no one else."

The Doctor sighed. "Thank you."

Brannigan turned the radio off.

A brief silence followed, and I watched the Doctor, seeing how he ran through all the possibilities in his mind.

"We've got to go to the fast lane." He decided. "Take me down."

Brannigan shook his head. "Not in a million years."

"You've got more than three passengers." The Doctor exclaimed.

"I'm still not going."

"She's alone and she's lost. She doesn't belong on this planet, and it's all my fault. I'm asking you, Brannigan, take me down."

"That's a no." Valerie snapped. "And that's final. I'm not risking the children down there."

"Why?" I asked. "What's down there?"

"We're not discussing it," she said. "The conversation is closed."

"So we keep on driving," the Doctor stated.

Brannigan nodded. "Yes, we do."

"For how long?" The Doctor burst out.

"Till the journey's end."

The Doctor made to grab the radio again, but I stopped him with a hand in the arm. I ignored the tingles that spread, and instead, focused on the more serious situation at hand. I knew the Doctor wanted to convince them, and he was about to do anything in his power to do so.

"Doctor, don't," I said. "I think I know what you're going to do, and it won't help. We can't just scare them into helping us. I think we both know what's happening, that the police will never come back, that we may just be going in endless circles, but we can't force them. They have kids here, we can't ask them to put them at risk."

The Doctor stared at me. "Then what? We do nothing? Wait months?"

I shook my head. "No, we find another way out. There's always another way."

His eyes held mine, and I shivered.

"Alright."

I let a breath out in relief, and grinned. My hand on his arm tightened a little. "I like it when you listen to me," I said, winking. "Now, if we could just-"

The Doctor stepped back, dislodging my hold on him.

"Kylie," he warned, though he didn't seem angry.

I shrugged.

The monitor once again flickered to life, and the same reporter as before appeared on the screen.

"This is Sally Calypso," She said on screen. "And it's that time again. The sun is blazing high in the sky over the New Atlantic, the perfect setting for the daily contemplation. This is for all of you out there on the roads. We're so sorry. Drive safe."

Then the music began. Softly, at first, before increasing in volume. I watched as Brannigan and Valerie joined in to the anthem. The Doctor and I exchanged glances, not entirely comfortable.

"If you won't take us," The Doctor said when the song was finally over. "I'll go down on my own."

He jumped up, running to the back of the car. He used his sonic screwdriver on a hatch in the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brannigan asked.

"Finding my own way. I usually do."

"Capsule open." The computer said.

The hatch opened, and I joined the Doctor as we stared down, watching the hundreds of cars below.

The Doctor turned to me. "You stay here. I'll come back for you later."

I burst out laughing, confusing the Doctor. He stared at me, but I waved him off. "As if! I'm coming with you. One way or another. You'd have to tie me up, otherwise, though I'd prefer if we did that later." I winked.

The Doctor's eyes widened and he blushed as his voice rose in pitch. "What? No, no, no."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm coming. That's final."

He sighed, but finally conceeded. He shrugged off his coat, throwing it to Valerie. "Look after this. I love that coat. Janis Joplin gave me that coat."

"But you can't jump!" Valerie cried.

"If it's any consolation, Valerie, right now, I'm having kittens."

I grinned. "I'm trying not to think about it."

"This Martha," Brannigan began. "She must mean an awful lot to both of you."

He shrugged. "Hardly know her. I was too busy showing off. And I lied to her. Couldn't help it, just lied." He took a big breath. "Ready, Kylie?"

"I don't think you can ever be ready for stuff like this," I said, eyeing the car down below.

He gave a breathy laugh. "True. I'm going first. I'll catch you." Then he glanced back at Valerie and Brannigan. "Bye then.

Then he dropped, and I watched, almost feeling like I was the one dropping. He landed safely, if a little bit wobbly.

"He's completely insane!" Valerie exclaimed.

Brannigan laughed. "That, and a bit magnificent!"

I sighed. "I couldn't agree more."

And then, I jumped.