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The Doctor deposited me in the med bay's bed and I sighed in disappointment.

"Two trips," He muttered as he searched through the med supplies, looking for something that would take the attraction patch's effects away. "It's only been two trips and this is your second – second! – time in the med bay. How can I ask you to keep travelling with me if this is going to happen every single time?"

I blinked. "What?"

He glanced at me quickly before returning to his search. "What?"

I felt like I was walking on thin ice. That I'd heard wrong. I didn't know if I wanted to ask. But then again, how could I not? "Keep traveling with you?"

He shrugged, not looking at me. "Well, only if you want to. I mean, maybe you don't. You keep getting hurt, which may be bad." He paused, turning to look at me with wide eyes. "I mean, which is bad. So, yeah."

I was off the bed in a second, and then I launched myself at him, hugging him. "Of course I do."

He patted my back almost awkwardly. "Really? Oh, that's good."

I lifted my head and met his eyes, grinning. "I could kiss you for this, you know." I winked.

Aaaand the blush is back. "No, no, no," He pushed me by the shoulders, guiding me back to the bed, though not for the reason I wanted him to. "Sit here. Rest or something."

I held on to his arms before he could take his hands off my shoulders. "You could join me."

"Uh, no thank you?" he ducked away, dodging my hands as he headed back to the medical instruments. "Now," he muttered to himself. "Something to counteract the patch." He picked up a bottle of pills. "No, won't work on Osiriens. How about…" He straightened out with a grin, an injection in his hand. "Aha! Perfect."

He put the injection in a nearby table and gathered a piece of cotton swab and a bottle of alcohol. I relished in his closeness as he cleaned the spot on my neck, and I breathed in his scent.

"Doctor?" I said, almost dreamily.

"Yes?"

"You smell nice," I told him, before leaning my head on the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

He froze. "Uhh..."

"Like space dust, but a little bit of time traveling as well."

He swallowed, and I heard it right beside my ear. "That's… nice, I guess."

I nodded. "Yes, it is."

"Could you sit up, please? I just need to inject this and you'll be back to normal."

I shook my head. "No, I like this."

"That's the patch talking."

I shrugged. "Maybe. But you most definitely doneed this."

There was a brief silence before he cleared his throat. "Why do you say that?"

I shrugged, again. "'Cause you do. You're too lonely."

"That's why I'm asking you and Martha to join me."

I shook my head. "That's different. You need someone there not just with you. You need someone irrevocably and completely there for you. Someone," I continued before he could interrupt me. "Someone you can actually talk to. Not to explain, or argue with, or joke to. Talk to. About yourself."

He stepped back. "Come on. I'm putting the injection on before the shaking returns."

I sighed, noticing he had completely brushed my words off. "I don't want it."

"Yes you do."

"A kiss first?" I tried, smiling winningly.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, if you insist."

My eyes widened in surprise. He took my chin with one hand; slowly tilting it up until the only things I could see was his eyes.

"Doctor," I sighed.

Then, something pinched my neck.

"Oh, that was dirty," I gasped as I slumped back, my eyes rolling back.

"Sorry," I heard him say.

And then, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was alone.

And then, the embarrassment flooded in.

Ah, hell.

I couldn't believe he had asked me to come travelling with him. Even after seeing me with the patch. Even after me throwing myself at him with the patch.

I didn't even want to think about it. I pushed my thoughts aside before standing up.

The TARDIS appeared to be empty, though I couldn't be sure. The halls were strange. They were never the same. Some days one hall led to a room, others to a library, others to a bathroom.

Today, it lead directly to the console room. It was empty, but what really told me that I was completely alone in the spaceship was the empty perch near the door. His coat wasn't there. He never went out without his coat.

I didn't think twice. I rushed out the door, closing the TARDIS blue doors behind me.

It was dark. The TARDIS had landed a patch of green, short, grass. It was a park, or a small forest. Could have been either one. I didn't know for sure, but the place could very well belong to Earth.

I glanced behind me, giving the TARDIS a quick glance before my eyes shot upwards.

It was Earth. No doubt about it.

A skyline of buildings stood before me. And, towering over them all stood the Empire State Building. The original one, not one of the replicas. And it wasn't even finished. So, New York, Earth, though I had no idea of the year. I was never particularly good at those.

I should wait. That was probably the wisest idea. It was Earth, and I could easily get lost in it. There was no Timepiece ready to take me out of danger if it came to that, no time machine to ground me if I became lost. The Doctor could come back, and I wouldn't be on the time machine ready to leave.

But then again, I was never one to wait for others.

It didn't take long until I realized I was probably in Central Park. It took even less to realize I wasn't alone.

Twigs broke here and there. The leaves rustled loudly. Could have been the wind, the animals, but, then again, I heard the voices of men in front of me.

I walked quietly; pretty sure they weren't aware that I was there. They would have stopped me. At least, presumably.

Through the branches, I saw what could have been a small town. Shacks and tents surrounded big fires pits. Men of all shapes and sizes strode around or huddled around the fire.

I walked out of the tree line, making sure I walked undetected. In that moment, I could have bet anyone and anything that the Doctor had come through here.

Or even better, was here.

It was not difficult to distinguish the Time Lord. He was extremely tall, after all, especially compared to other humans. And he carried a presence with him. You could never miss him in a crowd of people.

I made my way over to him, hunching over my shoulders as I saw men send stares my way. I didn't see any other women around. I wasn't sure if it was simply because there were non here, or if they were all inside the tarps. Maybe it was my clothing that called their attention. Nevertheless, I hurried along.

The Doctor stood near a fire pit, talking to a dark skinned man with a rifle over his shoulder. Martha and a blonde woman huddled in close to the flames, arms crossed around them.

Martha was the first to see me.

"Kylie!" She called.

I sent her a weak smile as everyone's attention shifted to me.

The Doctor strode over to me, and I couldn't help but blush. Oh, the things I'd said to him! How embarrassing.

"Kylie!" He greeted, grinning before frowning. "You shouldn't be up yet."

I frowned back. "You shouldn't have left me!"

He waved it off. "Martha and I were bored. Anyway, you just had to sleep it off." He turned, putting his right arm over his shoulders as he steered me over to the group of people around the fire pit. "Kylie, this is Solomon, this lad here goes by Frank, and this lovely lady here is Tallulah!"

"Hey?" I tried.

Nobody said anything back, though Frank at least nodded and tipped his hat in my direction. I smiled back.

"Umm, so what's happening?" I asked.

"Daleks, or the like, apparently." Solomon said, scowling.

I felt like someone had tipped a bucket of ice-cold water over me.

"What?"

The Doctor glanced at me. "You know them?"

"Of course I do," I said, glaring and baring my teeth. "They owe me one."

"One what?" Martha asked from her place by the fire.

"One life."

Almost like it had been rehearsed, a yell broke the air. "They're coming! They're coming!"

"A sentry," Solomon muttered. "He must have seen something."

"They're here!" Continued the yell. "I've seen them! Monsters! They're monsters!"

Everyone at the camp burst into motion. Everyone except our little group, who only stared back in grim determination.

"It's started," was the Doctor's reply.

Solomon, who seemed to be the leader of the small town, started relaying orders. "We're under attack! Everyone to arms!"

Frank already seemed to have his rifle out, cocked and ready for trouble.

"I'm ready, boss," he said. "But all of you, find a weapon! Use anything!"

However, some of the other town members didn't seem to be as brave. They turned on their heels, running away from danger.

"Come back!" Solomon yelled. "We've got to stick together! It's not safe out there! Come back!"

Men with pig heads entered camp, causing havoc and running around, snatching people. I watched, astonished. The image before my eyes didn't fit in Earth's surface. These… creatures definitely did not belong here.

"We need to get out of the park!" Called Martha.

"We can't," The Doctor said. "They're on all sides. They're driving everyone back towards us."

"We're trapped." The blonde – Tallulah – said, stating what I had thought was obvious.

"Then we stand together," Solomon decided. "Gather round. Everybody come to me. You there, Jethro, Harry, Seamus, stay together. They can't take all of us."

And then, the shooting started.

That was one of the reasons why I never fully liked humans. They were easy to anger, and they immediately turned to guns. Lethal machines that made killing easy. Humans weren't the only one that used them, of course, but were one of the races that did so the most often.

It was a bit hypocrite for me to say. Osiriens were one of those races that relied heavily on guns. I myself couldn't truthfully say I hadn't handled one myself. Though since leaving my home planet I had made a point of not touching one of them.

Pig-men fell all around, clutching their wounds as they fell. The humans worked efficiently, though the Doctor looked far from pleased.

"If we can just hold them off till daylight," Martha muttered.

The Doctor merely shook his head. "Oh, Martha, they're just the foot soldiers."

Movement at the corner of my eye made me look up.

It was a silver Dalek, flying through the air, its eye looking left and right as it appraised us. I glared at it. Once, when I was a child, I had seen a picture of them and laughed. How could anyone be afraid of such ridiculous creatures? They had looked very much like the saltshakers my mom had been so fond of.

Then, I heard the stories. And then, I met one in real life.

Finally, I had realized why they belonged to the nightmares, and definitely not beside the pepper on the table.

"Oh, my God." Martha gasped, looking at it.

"What in this world is that?" Solomon exclaimed.

"It's the devil!" One of the humans said. "A devil in the sky. God save us all. It's damnation."

"Yeah, we'll see about that!" Frank grunted, aiming at the flying Dalek and shooting. The Doctor tried stopping him, but the shot had already fired, bouncing off harmlessly off the Dalek.

"That's not going to work," the Doctor told him.

"There's another one," I warned, spotting the second Dalek approaching.

Then, they started firing.

By the first shot, it was obvious who would be the winners of this would-be war. Their shots were lethal, tents and supplies flying through the air and disintegrating. People called and yelled, stumbling as they tried avoiding the hits.

Some weren't that lucky.

I tried covering my head, trying to see through the smoke and chaos that had formed. Only one thing stood still in all the chaos. One pissed off Time Lord.

"Ugh, damn Daleks," I muttered, running as I tried reaching the Doctor.

I don't think he notice my arrival. Martha crouched near him, trying to protect her head from the flying splinters and objects that flew through the air.

"The humans will surrender!" One of the Daleks ordered.

"Leave them alone," The Doctor yelled. "They've done nothing to you!"

Through the smoke, I saw Solomon stepping forward, the gun pointed down and relaxed.

"No, Solomon," the Doctor tried, pushing him back. "Stay back."

"I'm told that I'm addressing the Daleks," Solomon announced. "Is that right? From what I hear, you're outcasts too."

"Solomon, don't!" The Doctor said.

Solomon walked forward. "Doctor, this is my township. You will respect my authority. Just let me try. Daleks, ain't we all the same? Underneath, ain't we all kin?"

He put the rifle down, and I could just sense that a speech was brewing. Idiotic humans.

"Right. See, I've just discovered this past day, God's universe is a thousand times the sixe I thought it was. And that scares me. Oh yeah, terrifies me right down to the bone. But surely it's got to give me hope. Hope that maybe together we can make a better tomorrow. So, I beg you now, if you have any compassion in your hearts, then you'll meet with us and stop this fight. Well? What do you say?"

The following pause didn't last long.

"Exterminate," came the robotic voice.

A Dalek fired, and Solomon died screaming in a burst of green energy.

"No!" Frank screamed, reaching the fallen man. "Solomon!"

"They killed him. They just shot him on the spot." Martha gasped in disbelief.

The Doctor and I exchanged a look, and I couldn't say I was surprised. The Doctor didn't look shocked either, though there was pity for the brave old fallen man.

"Daleks," I said, shaking my head.

"All right, so it's my turn!" The Doctor growled, stepping forward and spreading his arms wide. "Then kill me! Kill me if it's stop you attacking these people!"

The Daleks seemed to jump at the opportunity that had presented itself. "I will be the destroyer of our greatest enemy," one said.

"Then do it!" The Doctor continued. "Do it! Just do it! Do it!"

"Exterminate."

"Don't you dare!" I said, pulling the Doctor's arm until I stood beside him.

"Kylie," The Doctor warned, as we stared at the unmoving Dalek. "Step back."

I shook my head. "No way I'm giving them their biggest enemy on a silver platter, Doctor. I will make those Dalek's life impossible to my very last breath."

"I do not understand," continued the robotic voice and, for a second, I thought it was talking to me. However, it continued, and I realized it was speaking to someone else. "It is the Doctor."

A pause, like it was listening.

"The urge to kill is too strong." It said.

Another pause.

"I obey."

"What's going on?" The Doctor asked.

"You will follow." The Dalek ordered.

"No!" Martha called from somewhere behind as she rushed to our side. "You can't go."

"I've got to go," the Time Lord muttered. "The Daleks just changed their minds. Daleks never change their minds."

"But what about us?"

We stared at the silent humans, seeing their eyes glisten in fear and as the occasional tear escaped.

"One condition!" The Doctor decided, turning back to the Daleks. "If I come with you, you spare the lives of everyone here! Do you hear me?"

"Humans will be spared. Doctor, follow."

"Then we're coming with you!" Martha exclaimed. I stared at her in surprise. I thought that that had been already decided.

The Doctor, however, wasn't agreeing.

"Martha, stay here. Do what you do best. People are hurt. You can help them. Let me go." He turned to me, equally as serious. "Say with her. Help her."

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "As if. I'm not letting those damn Daleks out of my sight, Doctor. Keeping an eye on you is just a bonus." I paused, frowning. "And no, that's not supposed to be flirty in any way. Just so you know."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Alrighty, then. And Martha, can I just say, thank you very much."

He took his hand in his, and shook it. And only because I found it strange did I see him pass his pad of psychic paper over to Martha between their hands. He quickly winked at her, before pulling me over. We walked under the Daleks to what could have been our doom.

I should have been worried. Should have been afraid, panicking, shaking.

I wasn't, however.

Because, even if I was waking under the watchful eyes of one of the most feared creatures of the universe, I was also walking beside the Doctor. A Time Lord with a plan.

It was amazing, what he did. Not for one second did I think I was walking to my death. No, as I walked beside him, I knew everything would be all right.

And that's what should have scared me. Because I knew one day one of two things would happen.

He would disappoint me, and someone would die.

Or even worse.

I would disappoint him in a way so unforgivable, that he would leave me behind, leaving me to fend for myself.

I didn't know which scared me most.

So I pushed the thoughts away, and instead, followed one of the most lethal creatures on Earth in a comfortable silence.