A/N: Ok so we left Doctor and Rose rather spooked. And things are about to get a whole lot worse.
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Chapter 2
The Doctor marched into the control room with Rose in tow. He tapped away on the consol and watched the monitor.
"Huh." He tapped some more and his brow furrowed.
"What?"
"Well the TARDIS is only powering the emergency lights."
"So?"
"So, what slammed the door?"
"Wind?" Rose suggested hopefully.
"And locked it?" He raised his eyebrow at her. A thud in the corridor drew his attention. "Nope definitely not the TARDIS." Grabbing Rose's hand the Doctor ventured towards the sound.
"Maybe it really is our imagination." Rose said hopefully.
As he poked his head out the doorway something hit him square in the face sending him reeling backwards, knocking Rose to the floor as he fell on top of her.
"What happened?" Rose gasped as the Doctor rolled off her.
Raising his fingers to his nose he winced. "Well that isn't anyone's imagination." He said showing her his bloodied fingers.
"What was it?" Rose moved in for a closer look at his injury.
"No idea, but it hurt." He pouted, resting his elbows on his knees.
"So what do we do now?"
The Doctor pulled a handkerchief from his robe pocket and held it to his nose, "We go and find what ever it is and throw it out on its ear somewhere far, far away."
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"Nothing. Not a bump not a clang. Nothing; absolutely zilch." The Doctor sighed as he walked Rose back to her room.
"So what do we do?"
"Nothing. Maybe it's gone."
"Really? You think so?" Rose asked hopefully, already knowing the answer.
"Pfft no. But if we can't see it and with the TARDIS only on back up power there's nothing we can do."
"Great so we're sitting ducks."
"'Fraid so." He put his arm round her shoulders and steered her through her bedroom door. "Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Are you kidding? Knowing there's something here. I don't think so!"
"Scared the bogey man's gona jump out from under the bed?" He teased.
"That is not funny!" She looked over at her bed and shivered.
"Rose it was a joke."
"And getting hit in the face by something you can't see is hilarious!"
The Doctor sighed and strode over to her bed. Taking out his Sonic Screwdriver he got on his knees and scanned the floor underneath. "Well," he turned back to her "there are some monster-sized dust-balls but no monsters. Honestly, nothing that a hoover can't deal with." He watched as she scoured her room peering into every dark corner for signs of movement, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Rose just get into bed." Crossing over to the door the Doctor made to turn off the light.
"Leave it on. Please?"
The Doctor chuckled and nodded.
"Will you stay?"
"What?"
"Stay with me? I don't like the idea of something being here with us."
Closing the door, the Doctor moved over to the chair in the corner and dragged it to the side of her bed. Seating himself he propped his feet on the edge of her mattress and folded his arms. "There, your own armed guard." He grinned at her before zapping the lights.
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"Can you hear that? The Doctor's voice filtered through the darkness.
"What is that?" Rose hissed. "Sounds like laughing."
She heard the Doctor move across the room and open the door. "I hope it's not a clown, I hate clowns. "With their painted faces and sinister smiles covering what they really think." He gave a shudder.
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you ever seen a really happy clown? No, because there is no such thing. Clowns are unhappy lonely people who paint on a false smile to fool everyone else."
"Sounds like someone else I know." Rose muttered.
"Don't move." He told her sternly.
"You're not leaving me!" She hissed jumping out of bed and running to his side. She gripped the arm of his robe and followed him out pressing themselves flat against the wall.
"Listen…..hear that?"
"Yeah. It's like creaking springs or something." Rose kept looking in the direction they had just come from, praying nothing was about to sneak up on them.
"Rose run." the Doctor growled as he placed himself directly in front of her as the source of the sound came into view.
"Why?" She peered over his shoulder and gasped. "No. It's two against one. I'm not leaving you."
The Doctor raised his Screwdriver and pointed it at the maniacal intruder. "Rose, we don't know what it is. Just run."
He felt a slight sense of relief as he heard her footfalls petering down the TARDIS corridor. It was short lived however as the intruder raised a clawed hand and swiped at the Doctor, all the while laughing crazily, his eyes burning even brighter than before.
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Rose stopped in her bed room and peered round the door, watching the Doctor. How could it possibly be real? But plain as day, there it stood. Eyes burning red face as white as death. If she didn't know better she'd swear it was the devil. She felt a wave of nausea hit her when she saw the claw come down.
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The Doctor tried to jump back, away from the weapon but he wasn't quick enough. He felt the claws slash through his skin from his shoulder to his waist but bit his tongue, determined not to cry out and scare Rose any more.
"Get. Out." He growled at the creature in front of him. "Get off my ship!" He demanded holding his ribs, feeling the blood seep through his fingers. Taking a laboured step forward he squared up to the creature as best he could. "LEAVE" The Doctor shouted. Both his hearts almost stopped as there was a moment of silence. The giggling had stopped and its eyes were cooler now. The creature took a step back, turned on its heel and bounded away into the dark shadows, its laughter resuming.
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She reasoned with herself that he couldn't have been badly hurt or he wouldn't be yelling at the creature now. She watched dumbstruck as he stepped closer to the creature so he was almost nose to nose and shouted. How could he be so reckless when they were trapped in the TARDIS? But what shocked her more was that the creature seemed to be stunned into silence before turning to leave. Of course it was going in the wrong direction to be headed for an exit but Rose was just glad it was leaving them alone… for now.
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The Doctor lent heavily against the wall as his knees gave way. He finally gave in and yelled out in pain as he slid to the floor.
"Doctor!" He heard Rose yell his name as she pelted back to his side. Through hooded eyes he watched the look of horror spread across her face as she saw the blood staining his pyjamas and robe.
"S'all right," He whispered. "S'only a scratch." He chuckled a little then hissed as it caused him more pain.
"Come on. Infirmary!" Rose said, taking his arm and helping him to his feet.
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"What was that thing?" Rose asked, watching him tape another bandage in place, trying not to enjoy the sight of a topless Doctor. What is it about injured men that makes you like them even more? She wondered.
"Who did you think it was?" The Doctor asked heavily, lying back on the bench and closing his eyes as his heart rates tried to return to normal.
"Alien?"
He opened one eye and peered at her. "Rose, for a fairly smart ape you can be really…… what's the word? Oh yeah dumb! It had claws for hands, burning coal for eyes, wears a cape and let's not forget the fact he leaps everywhere." The Doctor winced at the irritation in his voice but it was too late now.
"But that's not possible is it? That's why I'm asking!" Her voice was laced with the same irritation.
"Sorry" He sighed. "Didn't mean to snap. Truth is I don't know. Everything about him says it is but common sense says it can't be."
"True. But then common sense for most people says it's impossible to travel through time and that werewolves and aliens don't exist." She watched the Doctor give a small smile.
"So we're ignoring common sense then which means that was Spring Heeled Jack. But what is he doing in our home and more importantly how is he here?!"
Rose faltered for a moment; he'd said 'our home'. Not his home but 'our home'.
She was snapped from her thought as the Doctor spouted a list of what she assumed were alien expletives as he sat upright again.
"I take it the TARDIS' translator function doesn't work when it's not fully powered?" She asked helping the Doctor to his feet.
"Oh, no she does. She just chose not to translate that. If her translator didn't work you wouldn't be able to understand me."
"So you don't really speak English?"
"Oh I can, I'm just lazy." He grinned painfully as he hobbled over to a chair, hoping he would be more comfortable if he didn't have to hold himself upright.
"So what do you hear when I speak?"
"Gallifreyan." He sounded tired. "If we went to Africa they'd hear African when we speak."
"And Italian in Italy." Rose said nodding.
"That's it. You always hear your native tongue. Right…." he was cut off by the sound of a bell ringing. "Oh this just gets sillier and sillier." He moaned. Taking a deep breath he pulled himself up to his feet again and slipped his bloodied robe over his bare shoulders. "Come on. Time to have a go at being the Scooby gang."
"If you dare say I'm Themla..!" Rose warned.
"But she's the smart….ah, right, yes, I see your point." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oi!" Rose complained poking him.
"Easy, injured Doctor!"
"Sorry."
"Fine you're Daphne. But I'm not Shaggy and I'm definitely not the greedy dog!" He nodded stopping by the door, trying to determine which direction the sound was coming from.
"You know what they used to say Fred and Daphne got up to don't you?" Rose teased, but the Doctor wasn't listening. He took her hand and slid along the walls of the corridor, keeping his eyes wandering in all directions, making sure nothing could sneak up on them.
"Where are we going?" Rose hissed, not recognising this part of the TARDIS."
"Well we should be headed to the home room but this isn't our hallway."
"How can it not be our hallway it's our ship?!"
"Yes, I know but have you ever seen that wallpaper before?" He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the wall. "Curiouser and curiouser said Alice." He muttered.
"What is?"
"According to the screwdriver, the wallpaper doesn't exist."
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A/N:
Ooo nasty things are a foot on the good ship TARDIS. well folks, there's another slice of the pie. Hope you're still enjoying? Reviews are all saved in a special folder hehe. Better get back, I've got to finish this sotry now i've started posting hehehehe. and don't forget Most Haunted on Tuesday 6th Feb 9pm living tv!!!! hehehe shamless plug!