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It was a strange feeling, riding in that machine, something he'd never really experienced before. Even when the TARDIS had somehow malfunctioned it didn't feel like that. When the soothing voice sounded again he opened his eyes and watched as Amara undid her buckle then turn around to look at him.

"It's a rush isn't it?" she asked with a smile. "You might want to sit when you get out. Most people get a little nauseous after their first trip, but it'll pass in a few minutes, don't worry" she added.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about" he said as he stood. He realized as soon as he took his first step that he should have listened, a nauseous, stomach clenching feeling overcoming him. He reached for the wall to keep his balance then felt a warm, tingly sensation on his side. He turned his head to look at Amara, who had placed her hands on him, was now standing at his side.

"Just over here John, there's a seat right here" she said, her hands still around his waist to help him move.

He moved towards the seat slowly, grateful that she was there to support him. His mind raced as he moved his arm over her shoulders to better keep his balance. When he moved his arm around her, he unintentionally pulled her closer. His eyes closed and for a moment he was there with Rose, in every way. The way she moved, smelled, spoke, held him was identical to the way Rose had all those years ago. He opened his eyes when he felt her slide her hands back and a frown appeared on his face.

"Water?" she asked, reaching behind him to a cabinet behind the chair. She pulled out two bottles of water and held one out to him, which he gratefully took.

"Thanks" he said as he pulled off the cap. He let the cold water fill his mouth then swallowed, taking a deep breath afterwards.

"Just let me know when you're ready and we'll be off" she said, taking a slow sip of her own water. She leaned back and crossed her legs, picking at a hole in her jeans just above her knee. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, occasionally taking a sip. She was right. The feeling was gone almost as quickly as it came. He stood up and held out his hand for her.

"Ready when you are" he said as he tossed his empty water bottle into the trash. She pulled herself up and smiled, pulling her hair back and securing it with a hair elastic.

"Hopefully we won't have to deal with anything but the equipment but I'm not going to hold my breath" she said with a sigh.

He nodded and walked along side her thinking to himself. Why hadn't it occurred to him before? He was in the same world as Rose, he could easily find her, see her again. But would it be the same? She had moved on, found someone else, had a child, grown old, and there he was, same as the day she left. He didn't know if he could handle a dying Rose, knowing that if she died that was it, he'd never be able to see her again. Thoughts swirled around his mind for a little while longer until they were interrupted by a rapid beeping noise coming from whatever was in Amaras hand. He looked at the device then to her face, at the look of worry that had suddenly replaced any sign of happiness. It only lasted a second but he caught it.

"That bad?" he asked, knowing what her answer would be.

"Think of how very bad something could be and multiply it by a million. I think it's definitely gonna be a repeat of the Christmas invasion" she said shaking her head. He tilted his head slightly. He could tell she was scared, her pulse had started racing but the look her face was calm, like she wasn't worried about a thing in the world.

"Well, it'll be alright. You're an expert and I'm an expert on situations like this so everything will be under control" he said with a smile. Instinctly he took her hand in his; it is after all what he did when Rose was in scared/panic mode.

"My mother did that" she said with a small smile, turning to look up at him. "Hold my hand when I started to panic or when I was scared".

"Your mothers a smart cookie" He said, returning her smile. "Anyone ever tell you that you look almost exactly like her?"

"Every day" she said, her smile growing. "But with dark hair" they said at the same time.

Before either of them could say another word, a loud scream echoed in the distance, muffling the loud beeping of Amaras tool. They looked at each other and started sprinting towards the scream. Every few feet another scream joined the first and an ear splitting roar sounded as they turned the corner. Amara stopped in her tracks, her mouth dropping at the scene. In the distance she could see the smooth space ship hovering about 50 feet above the ground. The scene in front of her was one that she had only dreamed, horrible nightmares that haunted her.

"Plan?" he asked taking in the scene as well.

"Um, yeah" she said, taking a deep breath. "Distract and divert" She said, shooting off into the crowd.

"Amara wait!" the Doctor yelled, running after her. Was she insane? She was going to get herself killed doing this. He couldn't let that happen, he owed that much to Rose to not let her only child go, get hurt, maybe die, regardless of the regeneration. Up ahead he could see Amara take a sharp turn, the huge beast like creatures that had come off the ship following. He ran in that direction, hoping more than anything that she had a plan for when she got them away from the crowd. He yanked out his sonic screwdriver and followed them down an alley. He watched Amara jump up onto a fire escape and one of the creatures do the same. The other two seemed to be stuck inside a force field. 'Good girl Amara, good girl' he thought to himself as he came closer to the scene. He felt a warm drop fall onto his cheek, causing terror to fill him. He looked up and saw Amara struggling to get free from the creature that seemed to have a firm hold of her leg. Just above where it had her he saw long gash, her jeans ripped and blood flowing freely from the wound.

"Amara!" He yelled up to her. She looked down at him and took a deep breath, still struggling to free herself, with noticeably less strength. He looked up at the creature trying to pull Amara down, looking at his companions occasionally. He held up his sonic screwdriver. The fire escape made a loud groaning noise and the ladder it was climbing came loose and fell along with the creature and Amara. He followed Amaras path as she fell and held out his arms, catching her with a soft groan. The creature hit the ground with a loud thud followed by a metallic bang from the ladder. He used the screwdriver to extend the force field so it covered all three and turned his attention back to Amara who had lost consciousness.