Hey guys! Chapter 30 is here! I have a bit of a surprise for you in this one, I hope you like it ;)

On other news, I have something embarrassing to confess. I've been part of Fanfiction for… I don't know, almost two years? I think. Something like that. And, well, I'm still confused as to how to properly use it. So, yeah, I want to apologize to everyone I've failed to respond to. I love your reviews, and I take all of them to heart. I don't mean to offend anyone, I'm just not sure how to respond to them? I don't know, through Private Messaging? Haha I have no idea.

So, yeah, I apologize for every question I've left unanswered. I never get around to figuring out how to answer you guys. Sorry!

Anyway, enjoy!

"Blue or red?" Martha asked, shaking the small bottles in front of me.

I bit my lip, trying to decide, but my eyes were still on my hands, and the strands of now blonde hair running between them. The dye Martha had gotten from Salon Emporium in the Antizygnauticphelptygonict Market promised "instant and luscious blonde hair", bright enough to "astound all your admirers." It seemed to work all too well, my once dark hair now a platinum blonde, pale enough it was almost white.

"Kylie." Martha insisted.

I glanced at the bottles, trying to think. The eye colors also promised instant color change that lasted up to a week. Martha wanted to play a prank on the Doctor, and though I didn't know the details, we were going to need to surprise him.

"Red." I said.

She handed me the bottles, and I tried not to blink as I squeezed the liquid into my eyes, feeling a light sting before they returned to normal.

I blinked up at Martha, grinning. "How do I look?"

Her eyes ran over my face, and she smiled back. "Definitely not like Kylie. This is good."

"Can I look?"

She handed me a mirror, and I blinked at my new appearance. I was almost unrecognizable. The new colors were so bright that they drew the attention away from my other features, making me appear as a completely new person at first glance.

"Damn." I said under my breath, watching as my now red eyes flickered over my new reflection. "Weird."

"Martha! Kylie!" The Doctor's voice bounced off the TARDIS walls and hallways. The mix of excitement and urgency in his voice immediately drew us to our feet. "Come outside! You need to see this."

The prank momentarily forgotten, Martha and I rushed through the hallways, following his voice to the console room. It was empty, and the TARIDS doors were open.

"Bloody- What-" There was a pause. "Martha? Kylie? Are you playing a prank on me?"

We looked at each other. How did he figure that one out?

"Stop it!"

We ran out the TARDIS doors, and I blinked, looking around. It was dark, probably around midnight, and we stood in front of a very old house. The walls were crumbling, the plaster barely there. Overgrown weeds and bushes made everything of a tangle. The house had been obviously abandoned a long time ago.

The Doctor had his back to us, and he stood very still, barely cocking his head as he heard us join him.

"Look at it." The Doctor said, voice almost a whisper. "Look at it and don't take your eyes off it. I swear, every time I blink, it's just a tiny bit closer."

I followed his eyes, surprised to see a statue. It was of a stone angel, head bowed and face hidden behind its hands. It looked like it was weeping.

"What are you talking about, Doctor?" Martha asked.

"On the count of three," I heard the Doctor swallow, and I had the feeling that he was unsure of what he was doing. "Close your eyes. Just a moment, not more, understood?"

We agreed, and I suddenly found myself feeling like we were about to make a mistake. A huge one.

"One, two," A pause. I shivered. "Three."

I closed my eyes. More of a blink, really. But when I opened them back again, I felt my skin erupt in goose bumps. My heartbeat picked up its pace. And I recognized the fear and apprehension now boiling in my stomach.

The Angel had moved. It was closer, about eight feet from us. But that wasn't even the scariest part. Three more statues had appeared just behind the first one. Out of thin air. I hadn't even heard them move.

I had never seen, or even heard of, something like that.

"Doctor?" I asked, my voice reduced to a whisper. "What are they?"

"Not sure. Keep your eyes on them; they only seem to move when nobody's watching. I'll take a closer look."

He approached the closest one, waving his sonic screwdriver around, but making sure not to touch the angel. I watched from the corner of my eye, trying to keep the other three angels in my line of sight.

"Strange." The Doctor muttered.

A loud intake of breath, and I could feel Martha stiffen beside me.

"Guys?" Her voice was suddenly tiny. "They're behind us."

I jumped, wildly looking around. Sure enough, several angels had appeared behind us, blocking our path to the TARDIS and effectively surrounding us. They were everywhere, spaced out enough the three of us couldn't look at all of them at once. I swallowed back the small scream of alarm that had been building inside me.

Every time we took our eyes off one of the angels, it advanced.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Martha kept repeating, close to hysterics.

"We still don't know what they want." The Doctor reminded us, but he looked unnerved.

I twisted around, trying to keep any of the angels from catching us unaware. My foot caught on a root, my ankle twisting painfully a side as I stumbled.

"Oh shit."

The Doctor's hand on my shoulder caught me from face planting. "Kylie, are you-" His brief glance at my face cost us precious second. His eyes had widened, and he seemed rooted to his spot. I suddenly remember my disguise, the pale blonde hair and red eyes. "You."

He seemed to recognize me. But that wasn't possible. Who did I look like?

I stumbled back, my arm dislodging from his grasp. I didn't understand what was happening. Any of it.

"Kylie!"

Martha's scream pulled me back to reality. I looked behind me, just as I felt stony cold hand take hold of my wrist. My heart stopped. The angel was touching me. It wasn't covering its face anymore. It had fangs. And it was scary as hell.

I screamed. I screamed and screamed. The pressure in my wrist was suffocating me. I felt like I was about to faint. Something was wrong. I forced myself to look down at my wrist, feeling even fainter when I realized the angel wasn't actually touching my flesh. It had its hand around the Timepiece. My timepiece.

A blinding white light surrounded me. It was almost familiar. Like it was working again. The Timepiece? I was being dragged away. Somewhere. Sometime. My stomach rolled and I felt like vomit was crawling up my throat. The Timepiece was forcing me to time jump.

I looked up once, quickly, meeting the Doctor's eyes. I wasn't sure what I saw in them. Panic? Guilt? Something else?

His face disappeared in a flash of white, and the Time Vortex greeted me like an old friend.

Martha's POV

Martha wasn't sure who was screaming anymore. Was it Kylie? Was it herself? It was definitely not the Doctor. He seemed shocked into silence. The angels didn't look like they were capable of screaming.

Thank God for that.

Kylie looked like she was lit up from the inside. Something was wrong with her. The angel was doing something to her. Martha didn't know how to make it stop.

It was over in a moment. One second she was there, her light nearly blinding Martha, the next, she was gone, and Martha was sure she was actually blind. She couldn't see anything anymore. Just black spots, impairing her vision.

Then, the angels touched her.

It was like going down a rollercoaster. Like everything inside her was clawing up her throat. She felt faint; the pressure in head making her feel like it was about to explode. Martha felt like she was about to throw up. She prayed she wouldn´t.

And if she did, she hoped it was on the angel. It served it right.

Next thing she knew, she was lying facedown, her mouth full of grass. It took her a moment to try to make sense of what had happened. When she couldn't, she looked up.

She was on a hill, sunrise just peeking out to her right side. She was overly confused. Where was she? Where was the Doctor? Where was Kylie?

A groan to her left answered one of her questions. She sat up, the swiftness of her movement making her head swim.

"Doctor? Are you okay? Where are we? Where's Kylie?"

The Doctor sat up, brushing grass off his hair. He looked at Martha, and something in his eyes unnerved her.

"Why did Kylie look that way?"

Martha blinked, surprised. The Doctor often erratically jumped from one subject to another, but now it didn't seem like the time.

"What?"

"The eyes, Martha." The Doctor sounded almost exasperated. "And the hair. Why?"

Martha wasn't stupid. She knew the Doctor cared a lot for the both Kylie and her. He got along just fine with both of them. However, Martha often felt like the odd one out. Both aliens. Both time and space travelled. Both of them knew so much. She was just a human doctor. A good doctor, mind you. Or she would be. But she wasn't experienced like Kylie, or so confident. She wasn't mysterious. She didn't have that aura the she-alien seemed to have. One the Doctor seemed to naturally respond to.

Not that Martha was jealous. There wasn't anything remotely romantic going on between those two. At least, she didn't think so.

She did, however, find it curious that Kylie's appearance was what the Doctor found important right now. Not her disappearance, or their predicament. She tried shrugging it away, knowing that the Doctor usually had a reason for everything.

"We were going to play a prank on you. We bought the hair and eye coloring in the market. Why?"

"I've met Kylie before," The Doctor said through gritted teeth.

Martha paused, tried to process the information, and then gave up. "What?"

The Doctor's eyes were dead serious. "We need to fix this. We need to get to her. Okay?"

Martha was still confused, but she found she couldn't disagree with him.

"Okay."

Kylie's POV

It felt like home.

Well, like being forced home.

If I tried to describe what happened to me every time I used the Timepiece, I wouldn't be able to. It's a curious feeling, suddenly having every event, no matter the time or the place, at your disposal. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but traveling with the Timepiece made me feel unstoppable and, dare I say it, godlike.

I wasn't sure what the angel had done to the apparatus. Wouldn't even understand it, probably. But the Timepiece was making a strange whirring noise it had never made before, and it made me nervous. I had all of time and space exposed to me, and I wasn't sure where to go.

One thing I was sure, however, was that I couldn't abandon Martha or the Doctor.

So I closed my eyes, ignored every single image the Timepiece flashed in front of my eyes, and thought of one person only.

The Doctor.

It took less than a second. I felt like I was punched in the gut, forced to scramble for breath. I was wretched out of the time vortex, every nerve screaming in agony. That had never happened before.

The pain disappeared, and I landed on my knees. I panted, staring down at the oddly nice polished marble floor. The urge to throw up hadn't disappeared, and I wondered if anyone would notice.

My eyes focused on the Timepiece, and I frowned. The face was flashing on and off. It had taken me through time and space, but it was by no means fixed. I tried tapping the face, but the screen flickered off. It was dead again.

Well, shit.

I drew the sleeve of my jacket over the watch and looked up, blinking at the light. Everything looked expensive, if a bit sparse. It gave me no idea as to where I was. Nobody was in sight. I turned to the window, pausing as I stared.

In space. I was in space.

The Earth calmly turned outside the widow, thick and fluffy clouds covering most of what I could see. But something was wrong with the picture. It took me a moment to realize what was different. The sun. It was huge, much larger that it should be.

It hit me like a rock. Today was the day the sun had expanded. It was Earth's final day.

I got to my feet, and finally noticed the blue box in the corner. I felt my face break into a smile, and I could help the small laugh that escaped me.

They were here. Martha and the Doctor were safe.

I fumbled around the corner of my shirt for the key that now hung there. My hands were shaking. I was so relieved.

The console room was empty. I was pretty sure they were somewhere outside. Shaking off the feeling that something was wrong, I closed the doors behind me and headed off to explore the space station I found myself in.

It didn't take long until I started hearing the voices. There was a long hallway, and a queue was forming in the middle. I recognized several of the species. From the Moxx of Balhoon to some of the Binding Light's citizens. They were all dressed nicely, making the Earth's last moments an event to celebrate and to socialize.

I slipped in behind the Cal Spurk Plug, trying not to step on their robes. I slipped my hands inside my pockets and looked around, seemingly bored.

I belong here, I tried to say. Do not doubt me.

The line moved surprisingly quickly. A blue man in uniform asked me to see my invitation.

I shrugged. "Don't have it with me."

The man was surprised, and he hesitated. "I'm sorry. I can't allow you to-"

I looked at him, raising my eyebrow. "I did not come all the way from Orisen just to be turned around. I'm-" think of a name. "Kaja Castamere. Duchess of Landon. Will you deny me entry?"

I could only hope he didn't know what I was talking about. If the real Kaja Castamere found out I was impersonating her…

Well, she was a bitch anyway.

The man's face turned a darker blue. "I'm- I apologize Lady Castamere. Please, go ahead."

Well, that wasn't that difficult. Maybe he had heard of her. And her snobbish craziness.

I stepped into another room, where all the species congregated and stared out the huge window at the far wall. The Earth rotated peacefully, seemingly unaware of the expanding sun that was soon to destroy it. It was quite beautiful.

One of the blue men stood behind a glass podium. Leaning over a microphone, he announced,

"Lady Kaja Castamere, Duchess of Landon, Orisis. Remember, there is an exchange of gifts representing peace. Please, keep the room circulating. Thank you."

I smiled at the group of beings, scanning the room, but there was no sign of the Doctor. I frowned, looking around and trying to pick up on the conversations.

"She looks human." I head a whisper.

"Hush. She's an Osiren. She can probably hear you."

I looked at the source of the voice curiously, stumped when I realized that they were the only other two humanoids in the room. I met the woman's eyes first. A dark brown, very pretty. She was a bit short, very curvy, with nice blonde hair. Her eyes widened, immediately looking away from me. I allowed a small grin.

The man beside her was a bit more interesting. He was taller than her. His hair was cropped short to his head, highlighting his ears. His eyes were a light blue, and they met mine head on. I could see his eyebrows lift, and his mouth quirk up in a grin.

I couldn't help it. It felt like a challenge. I approached them.

He bowed. "Lady Castamere."

I tried assuming a regal appearance, straightening my spine and nodding slightly. "Pleased to meet you, Mr.?"

"I'm the Doctor. And this is my plus one, Rose Tyler."