Hi guys! I know it's been a while, and though I can't promise anything else, I already wrote the next chapter, so at least you'll have that. I'm sorry if it's been so long that you guys can't even make sense of the story anymore, but hopefully you've enjoyed it so far.

Let me know what you think! I always enjoy any kind of feedback. And thank you to all the people who have reviewed! Every review always makes me want to come back to the story. I'm just sorry this chapter took so long. As a little reminder, she's in the space platform about to watch the Earth die with the 9th Doctor.

On other news, Kylie opens up a bit about her past in this chapter! Her father plays HUGE part in her past, so keep an eye on that!
Enjoy!:)

Rose and the Doctor headed towards the Observation Gallery where all the guests were. My plan was to trail after them and try to figure out what was going on. Halfway there, however, I started hearing a strange whirring noise. I froze in nervousness when I realized it was coming from the Timepiece.

I depended on the Timepiece. It was my lifeline. The way it was acting, pulling me from one place to another without my say, had me worried. What if I landed out in open space? What if it landed me in a deserted planet, and it never worked again? What if the stone angel ruined it completely?

What if I never saw the Doctor again?

Then, out of nowhere, I felt as if the Timepiece stung me. Like it suddenly had pincers and it took my arm in a vice like grip. The pain was brief and blinding, making my eyes water and my legs give out on me as I fell through the vortex.

By the time my knees hit the ground, I knew I was sometime else.

The floor was still the same. I was still on the platform. It seemed the Timepiece had only shifted me in time, not space. Hopefully, while the Doctor was still around. I climbed to my feet, holding my hand out to the walls to keep my balance before sliding back down to the ground. I sat with my back to the wall and arms on my drawn up knees, fighting the urge to throw up. I brought the Timepiece up to eye level and bit my lower lip as I looked it over.

It looked fine, and that's what irked me. It looked like it should be working. But when I touched the screen, instead of lighting up completely, the light merely flickered. I didn't know how to fix it. If the Doctor couldn't, then who could I ask?

I only knew of one man that could undoubtedly fix it. The man who created it. Who built it from scratch.

My father.

But I couldn't go to him. Of course not. The second I stepped on Osirien soil I would be hunted down. It wasn't even up to my father. Not that I knew if he'd even protect me. Not anymore.

I leaned forward, leaning my forehead against my knees and trying to stop thinking about the closest thing I'd had to a home. A real home. My father, my friends, the guy I'd had a crush on before I was forced to leave. It was all in the past, and they were all either dead or impossible to ever see again. There was no use in thinking about them. My life had been reduced to a day-by-day basis, where I managed not to bring up the past and only think about the immediate future.

I wanted to go back to the Doctor. He had finally brought meaning back to me, a sense of companionship I already missed. I'd gone so long without anyone, to a point where everything was now reduced to him and Martha. I would fight to go back to him. Not this regeneration, the Doctor that did not care for me, or even know me for that matter. And definitely not Rose, who for some reason brought about a small uncomfortable feeling in my stomach when I thought about her, which then made me guilty for feeling it. I barely knew her, didn't I? I should not feel this way. The stories the Doctor had told me about her described her as a fantastic human, special enough to make the Doctor feel something for her.

She had been, she was, amazing enough to make the Time Lord, a man that had lived for so many generations and gone through so much, feel something for a human. A human. Such a young creature that had managed to make the Doctor feel so much. I should be in awe. And yet…

I ran my hand over the Timepiece again. I needed to get back to my converse-wearing Doctor. Now.

The Timepiece didn't seem to be listening.

I gritted my teeth, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second. A strange feeling was invading my senses, something akin to panic. What if the Timepiece never worked again? What if I was stuck here? For good?

"Sun filter descending." The computer spoke, somewhere inside a room down the hall. "Sun filter descending."

I frowned. Why would the sun filter be descending? There really shouldn't be any reason for that to happen. I got to my feet, walking towards the source of the computerized voice.

"Sun filter descending."

Something hit one of the doors. "Let me out! Let me out! Doctor!"

I recognized the voice. Of course I did. I ran to the door. "Rose?"

There was a sob from the inside. "Who's out there? Please! Help me!"

Smoke was coming from the ridges around the door. Oh shit.

No time to look for the Doctor. I reached for the wire panel beside the door, opening the latch as I yelled back, "Hang on! I'm going to try open the door!"

I blinked at the mess of cables inside the panel, cursing under my breath as I tried to recall everything I'd learned back in school. This was a simple design. Nothing too complicated about an automatic door. I had no idea how to stop the sun filter from descending, but the least I could do was open the damn door. I could do it. Maybe.

I cursed again, sorting through the cables. I pulled two of them out. Maybe if I disconnected those, and plugged in the other one, it should override the-

The metal door shuddered, then started to slowly slide up. I breathed a sign of relief.

"Oh my God, thank you!" I heard Rose sob, still on the other side.

I heard footsteps, and I looked up and saw the Doctor coming around the corner, sweating in his leather jacket as he spotted me.

"Oi! You!"

"Sun filter descending." The computer said, reminding me there was still a problem.

The door shuddered again. It was still rising, not even knee level. Why was it taking so long?

It shuddered again before pausing. Then it started sliding down.

I cursed, throwing myself to the ground and trying to hold the door up with my hands.

"Rose, crawl out!" I yelled.

But it was too late. I couldn't hold the weight of the door, and it lowered much faster than it had been sliding up. No way Rose could crawl through the small space that remained.

"I can't!" she screamed back.

The Doctor skidded to a stop beside me. "Is someone inside?" He asked, taking out his sonic screwdriver and scanning the mess of cables I had left beside.

"Open the door!" Rose yelled from inside. I had to snatch my hands away before the door finally closed completely. Damn it.

"Oh, well, it would be you." The Doctor grumbled. He spared me a glance. "And you."

Hey. This was not my fault.

"Help!" Rose sounded hysterical.

"Hold on." The Doctor told her, sounding surprisingly calm compared to Rose. "Give us two ticks."

"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

I exhaled in relief. There we go.

The Doctor also breathed out, the only sign that he wasn't as calm as his voice had suggested.

The Doctor frowned. "Now, to open the door." He muttered.

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."

I cursed. "What's going on?"

The Doctor looked like he also wanted to curse. "Just what we need. The computer's getting clever."

"Stop mucking about!" Rose shrieked.

"I'm not mucking about." The Doctor yelled back. "It's fighting back."

"Open the door!"

"I know!" He growled back.

More smoke started coming from around the door.

"The lock's melted!"

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."

"Come on." The Doctor muttered under his breath.

A horrible thought crossed my mind. Was this the real reason why Rose was no longer with the Doctor when I met him in the future? I thought this was just the beginning of her adventure.

"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

I sighed in relief.

"Good work." I said, softly. I wasn't sure if my words would be welcome with the Doctor.

He didn't seem to mind. He nodded, then started fiddling with the cables.

"You tried to help before. You managed to open the door?" he asked.

"Yeah, but the computer overrode it. I couldn't hold it up."

He didn't say anything but he nodded. I got the sudden sense he approved of me.

He stepped back from the door, seemingly giving up with the door. "The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there! Don't move!" He told Rose.

"Where am I going to go, Ipswich?"

I cracked a smile.

"Earth Death in five minutes." The computer echoed.

The Doctor looked at me. "Two options. Stay here and keep Rose company, or come help me out."

I looked at the door, and then back at the Doctor. Didn't really even have to think about it.

"I'm going with you." Sorry Rose.

He nodded, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway. "Better keep up, then."

That, I could do.

Except.

I had barely taken a step when I felt it again. The Timepiece scorching and stinging my arm. I was going to time jump again. But-

My eyesight blurred, and I fought to focus it, to keep the leather clad shoulders of the Doctor in my sight. But it was too late.

"Doctor!"

The Time vortex swallowed me whole.

The landing was rough. The wind was knocked out of me, and I barely had the strength to keep myself from face planting. My hands connected with the floor, scraping the skin off as I tried to breathe and keep it together. My ears were ringing, and I was deaf to anything else. I tried to focus, to keep my eyesight focused on a specific spot on the floor, but darkness threatened to overwhelm me again.

The floor wasn't marble anymore, I noticed almost offhandedly. I wasn't on the space platform anymore. And the spot on the floor I was trying to focus on… well, it looked almost like it was blood.

Alarmed, I looked up, and then almost wished I hadn't.

Dalek.

Adrenaline flooded my system. I scrambled to my feet, trying to back up but stumbled over equipment. Where was I? Where was the Doctor? Why was I with a Dalek, and how wasn't I dead already?

Abruptly, the ringing in my ears died down and my world exploded with sound.

"She just appeared! Out of nowhere! Burst of light! Call the director!"

What?

There was a human in the room with me. A human and the Dalek. And the reason we weren't dead was because the Dalek was chained up. Why was it chained up?

I couldn't look away from the Dalek. I didn't know what was going on.

The door slammed open behind me, and from the corner of my eye I saw a group of men marching in. They had to get away. The Dalek was chained up, but for how much longer?

I had to get the humans out.

"Get her! I think we might have another alien. Inform the Director!"

What?

I finally looked away from the Dalek, and I finally noticed the arsenal of weapons pointed directly at me. Human soldiers. Surrounding me.

No, no, no. The Dalek. They shouldn't be worried about me.

I raised my hands carefully, completely overwhelmed. Where was I? Don't shoot. I couldn't get the words out.

"The Director is on his way," somebody announced.

Too late, I saw the soldier step forward. And too late, I saw him lift the weapon. The blur, and the brief moment of pain as the butt of the gun connected with my temple and I crumpled to the ground.

Then, blackness.