A/N: That's it.I'm 14, I have a REALLY flash pen drive that can download just about ANY program you care to mention, I'm ill, I couldn't go to the studios today...but here's a good thing - I got my Muse Album! It's SO cool XD

I told you this would turn into drama. Slight hint of comedy at the start though, for those of you who love randomness...and chips.

Oh! I just might have a summary for this too...

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Chapter 6 - Chiiips…!

Rose felt like everyone was watching her with cold eyes as she walked casually down the darkened London street, hand in hand with The Doctor. All the while she could only think of the chilling voice on the other end of the line…

She was starting to regret suggesting this outing, shivering as a wisp of cold air ran right through her. Not that she was saying that she hadn't enjoyed tonight – it had been bloody amazing with The Doctor.

The Doctor seemed happy though, which was good enough for her. Shopping had never been his niche; Rose had learnt that with experience. But, if The Doctor was happy - she was happy. She put on a sweet smile reserved especially for him, and gritted her teeth to bear the cold.

The Doctor though, however happy he might have looked, was actually extremely worried. Rose had been acting strange ever since their…midnight confrontation in the TARDIS, and he feared that maybe this had destroyed their relationship,

He was starting to regret accepting an idea like this, shivering as a wisp of cold air ran right through him. Not that he was saying that he hadn't enjoyed tonight – it had been bloody amazing with Rose.

Rose seemed happy though, which was good enough for him. She always seemed to be smiling at him for reasons unknown, though maybe he just had a funny splodge on his face at the time. But, if Rose was happy – he was happy. He put on his bravest grin, and having used it for so long after the war it was now perfected, plus it looked even more genuine in his new body.

Suddenly the smells of fresh oven chips came wafting from a chip shop they'd just strolled by, and he stopped dead in his tracks, yanking Rose to a halt.

"What?" she asked as he began to sniff the air with interest.

"Chiiips…" he said in a zombie-like voice, dropping Rose's hand and walking with his hands outstretched towards the glass window of the chip shop. "Chiiips…"

Rose giggled, stepping forward and throwing her arms around his waist, dragging him backwards from the oh so inviting aroma from the chip shop.

"C'mon! We're going home!" she insisted, pulling him reluctantly away.

"Nooo…" he said in a slow motion voice as she dragged him further and further away.

"How old are you?" she asked mockingly as he scuffed his shoes on the concrete, sulking.

"Nine hundred and one," he replied mildly, going to stuff his hands in his pockets, but finding his trenchcoat was not actually on him, and his hands passed straight through empty space. "Mummy, I want some chips."

"Well that's too bad, 'cause you ain't gettin' any. C'mon, we've gotta run or we'll miss the last bus!" She suddenly tore away, leaving The Doctor in the dust.

"But I'll run faster if I have chips!" he yelled after her in protest, but all he heard in reply was,

"Cram…chips…up your…C'MON!"

He rolled his eyes, tearing his gaze away from the chip shop and running after her into the blackness.

Then he heard a scream.

Stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes widened with fear and dread. "Rose?" he called, but there was no reply. "Rose?(!)" he yelled slightly louder. But there was nothing. "ANSWER ME ROSE!"

Then he was running. Running like he had never run before, the path infront of him never seeming so dark and endless. He kept calling out for her, but each time he was met by only dead silence. His hearts were beating in a drum roll, his mind full of images. London was dangerous at night – especially for a beautiful young girl like Rose. He should never have left her. He'd just let her walk into her death.

"Doctor!" came a scream from somewhere to his right, and The Doctor bolted over to the sound like his feet were on fire.

"Rose!"

He could see a figure now, Rose, standing a little while infront of him, battling with an unknown force. He turned up his speed to the maximum, focusing on a giant black figure that looked more like a shadow than a person, and hurled himself towards it.

The two went crashing to the floor, Rose screaming at the sight now infront of her eyes. The movement was too quick to determine what had happened, but next thing Rose knew, The Doctor was pinned against the wall by a giant black shadow clung tightly around his neck, his feet dangerously high off the ground.

Rose was screaming, the blackness was howling, and The Doctor was aware of the choking sounds coming from his throat as he struggled to breathe through his crushed windpipe. He tried to move some part of his body, but it seemed all he could do was suffocate as his limbs refused to co-operate. His head started spinning, feeling more and more light-headed with every progressive second.

Then he thought of Rose.

If he didn't get free this thing would get her for sure. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't. As his respiratory bypass system kicked in for the precious few seconds of life, he felt his energy pour back into him like crashing water from a waterfall, and with his few seconds of energy he threw out a kick.

He felt the grip slide off of his throat, and normal service resumed as The Doctor landed on his feet onto the safe, hard ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his fiend launch another attack towards him, and quickly sidestepped, the shadow passing right by him.

He delved into his jacket pocket, wishing and hoping he'd remembered to get the Sonic Screwdriver before he'd come out. His hand searched frantically in every single pocket in his jeans and jacket, but the next thing he knew the blackness was back on him. He flung out his arms wildly, attempting to hit back the darkness as he fell onto the concrete wall behind him.

"Doctor!" came Rose's yell from a few metres away, and he twisted his head to see her holding his sanctuary. The Sonic Screwdriver came flying towards him, and he dived forward holding out his hand to catch it. But the shadow wrapped its form around his arms, tugging it out of the Sonic Screwdriver's path and it fell to the ground with a chink.

The Doctor cried out in both pain and frustration as the tendrils gave a sharp tug on his wrists, and in his wave of rage he launched out a second kick and once again the grip faltered and he dived onto the ground, scooping up the Sonic Screwdriver and wheeling around to face the black shadow, his handsome face determined.

He hit the button.

The darkness exploded all around him in sonic shock, bursting spontaneously into hundreds of tiny fragmented drips the thickness of blood, before they suddenly began to melt into the concrete until there was nothing there at all.

They paused for a few seconds, seeping in what had just happened. The Doctor was the first to move, launching himself onto his feet and running over to Rose, checking her over almost like he was a real doctor.

"You okay? It didn't hurt you did it?" he asked fearfully, opening one of her eyes with two fingers and looking intently at it.

"No, I'm fine…" she muttered as The Doctor checked her other eye. "It just crept up on me, that's all." She pulled away from him, nervous that he'd start scanning her with the Sonic Screwdriver and find more than he bargained for in her womb. "C'mon, we'd better run, or we'll never catch the last bus home."

This time he was quick to follow her as she dashed off, fearing for her safety. It had been a Darkeese, trained ninja-like warriors hired from all over the galaxy to kill or steal for appropriate amounts of money. But what was one after Rose for? She was a human from Earth, the most oblivious and non-evolutionised race in the entirety of the universe.

Maybe someone was after him?

He had no time to think about it as Rose barely caught the bus in time, and The Doctor had to sprint and jump onto a moving bus, much to Rose's amusement. They located an unoccupied seat, and The Doctor all but felt onto it, exhausted from the night's events. He felt Rose snuggle into his arm, and he smiled cautiously to himself.

If he couldn't beat Rose Tyler running, sure as hell no Darkeese could.