Alright! Here's the second chapter! I'm loving this story right now. I've no clue how the middle of this "Series 1 Redo!" is going to turn out, but I know how the end is going to go! Just hang in there!

I do not own Doctor Who. RAWR.

The loud repitition of the alarm clock's wake up screech awoke Rose, who's arm flopped about and turned it off out of instinct. She sat up and rubbed her head, then dived back under the covers when her sleep addled brain recalled that she no longer had a job. After a few more moments, Jackie barged in her room and dragged her daughter out of her neon pink bed. Rose pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair before wandering into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes as her mother began to go on and on about various jobs, eventually turning back to the idea of gathering compensation.

She was slightly startled at a small noise near the front door, before recognizing the sound as the cat flap. She gave a frustrated sigh while stading up and going to the door.

"I told you to nail the cat flap down! We're going to get strays!" she scolded her mother, who was currently in her room putting on her make up. She wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"I did that weeks back!" Rose rolled her eyes.

"No, you thought about it," she called back as she dropped to her knees to inspect the flap. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw the bent nails littering the floor around the door. She jumped back when the flap moved suddenly. She quickly poked it, before she slowly lifted it. Her mouth dropped open as sea green eyes stared back at her in slight confusion. She jumped up and threw the door open as the man from the night before stood up with a bewildered look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. Rose blinked owlishly at him.

"I live here," she answered, amazed that he was standing in front of her.

"Well what'd you do that for?" he asked, pointing to the cat flap. Rose blinked again, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Because...I do!"

"Are you made of plastic?" he asked suddenly, poking her forehead. She slapped his hand away and he gave her a smile. "Nope. Flesh and bone. Nevermind my dear, I'll be on my way now." He turned to leave, but Rose grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside.

"Oh no you don't! You're staying until I get some answers!"

"Who is it sweetheart?" Jackie called from her room.

"It's someone from about last night. Give us, I dunno, ten minutes." Rose said as she passed her mother's doorway.

"She deserves compensation!" Jackie shouted through her door at the man. He walked over to her door and whistled.

"We are talking millions." he said, sarcasim in his voice as he looking around at the small flat. Jackie cleared her throat and stood up, pulling her night gown tightly closed and giving the man a good look over.

"I'm in my dressing gown," she said. The man looked at her.

"Why yes, so you are,"

"There's a strange man in my bedroom," she continued, taking a step closer to him. The man nodded.

"Yes there is," he said, raising an eyebrow as Jackie continued to advance upon him.

"Anything could happen." she whispered. A look of horror and faint amusement passed over his face.

"With all due respect madam, I don't think so," he leaned close to her ear. "Besides, I'm too old for you." he whispered before he left the room. Jackie sniffed and sat back down on her bed, picking up a brush she began to fix her hair. Rose led the man (whose name she couldn't remember for the life of her) into her living room. She moved the scattered magazines around in a weak attempt to make the room look the smallest bit neat.

"Don't mind the mess. You want a coffee?" she asked him as he looked around the small room. He gave her a smile and nodded.

"Just milk," he said as Rose went to prepare the coffee. He wandered around the room, observing every little thing while Rose started talking to him from the kitchen.

"I should go to the police. Seriously, I..."

"That won't last," he said to himself as he flipped open a magazine to a random gossip page. "He's gay and she's an alien."

"I'm not playing. Even if it was a joke that went wrong, you still blew the shop up..." Rose continued, waiting for the coffee to heat up. The man picked up a book and flipped through the pages, frowning.

"Oh, such a sad ending..."

"The news said they found a body..." Rose said, unaware that the man was now ignoring her intenionally. He walked over to the television and picked up the envelope resting on it's top.

"'Rose Tyler,'" he read and smiled. "That's a nice name..."

He caught sight of his relection in a nearby mirror and frowned as he noticed rings under his eyes. "I need to get some rest..." he murmered to himself.

"I want you to explain everything to them..." Rose was still talking, now adding milk to the man's coffee. There was a small rustling noise behind the couch in the living room. The man's eyebrows furrowed as he turned and looked at it. He hopped over the small coffee table sitting in the middle of the room to peer behind the couch.

"Just out of curiosity, do you have a cat?" he asked Rose, still in the other room.

"No. We used to, but then we kept getting strays off the estate..." Rose's eyebrows raised as she heard a stragled yelp from the living room. She gathered the two cups and went to see what was going on. She gave a sigh and rolled her eyes as she saw the man writhing around on the couch with the plastic hand around his throat.

"I swear, give a man a plastic hand," she sighed as she set the cups of coffee down on the small glass table in the room, and looked at the man. He was a good actor, she gave him that. His face was beginning to turn red. She put her hands on her hips.

"What was your name? I know you told me last night, but I can't remember. Was it Doctor something?"

The man threw the plastic arm off of him, and it seemed to hover in the air. Rose's eyes widened as the arm turned and flew at her, attatching itself to her face. She let out a suprized yelp and tried to pry it off, but it wouldn't budge. The man watched in slight amusement at her weak attempts to remove the arm, before he realized that she couldn't go as long without air as he could. He jumped up and grabbed the plastic arm, trying to pull it away from her face. The arm wouldn't move an inch. It was firmly attatched to her face. His attempt to pull it off only resulted in them falling backwards onto the glass table, which broke and shattered under their combined weight.

Meanwhile, Jackie was attacking her hair with a hair-dryer, so she didn't hear the loud crash of glass, the louder, colorful cursing of the man, and the eventual cursing of Rose when the plastic hand finally came away from her face.

The man pulled out a pen-like device and pressed a button on the side, causing the tip of it to glow a bright blue and emit a low buzzing noise. The plastic arm twitched as the buzzing noise increased in volume. The man looked at it with a tilt of his head, releasing the button on his device. The arm recovered and started to thrash at him, still trying to reach his neck and choke him. He pressed the button on the side again and pressed the blue tip to the plastic palm of the hand. It struggled weakly before it stopped moving, the plastic becoming subdued.

"There we go. See? Perfectly harmless," he flashed her a charming smile. She snatched the arm out of his hands and smacked him upside the head with it.

"Oh yeah, perftectly harmess!"

The man rubbed the back of his head where he had been smacked before holding out his hand.

"May I have the arm back?"

"No! You may not!" Rose scoffed standing up and clutching the arm close to her body. The man stood up after her, brushing his coat off. His eyes suddenly widened.

"Rose, don't turn around,"

Naturally, she turned around. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned back to the man. He smiled and held up the plastic arm. She blinked and noticed that her hands were empty.

"Thank you Ms Tyler!" he said, turning and leaving the small flat. Rose followed him, quickly shouting at the general direction of her mother that she was going for a walk. She followed the man down the outside stairs. He was already halfway down the stairs by the time she caught up to him.

"'Ang on a minute! You can't just go swanning off!" she shouted at him. The man scoffed.

"Yes I can. Here I am, this is me swanning off," he waved at he. "Goodbye!"

"That arm was moving!" Rose pointed at the plastic arm in his hands. "It tried to kill me!"

"Very observational. Well done!"

Rose growled inwardly. This man was starting to get on her nerves, good-looking or not!

"You can't just walk away, it's not fair! You have to tell me what's going on!!"

"No I don't," the man laughed. They reached the door leading outside. The man pushed it open and hopped outside, Rose still following him. It was a nice morning, the sun was shining brightly as Rose stalked the man closely.

"Wait a second! Who are you?" she caught up to him as they reached the neighboring playground.

"I told you last night. I'm the Doctor," he answered. Rose nodded.

"Alright. Doctor what?"

"Just the Doctor,"

"'The Doctor?'"

"Yes?"

Rose started laughing to herself. The Doctor stopped and looked at her.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny Rose?"

"Do you know how daft that sounds? 'The Doctor.' Is that supposed to sound impressive?"

"If only you knew how impressive it really is..." he sighed as he began walking again. Rose began following him again. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on! You can tell me, I've seen enough. Are you the police?" The man gently pushed her hand off as he chuckled.

"Nope. I was just passing through to pick up some jelly babies when I noticed trouble and, with me being me, decided to look into it,"

"But why are those plastic things after me? What have I done wrong?" Rose asked, frowning when the Doctor began to laugh out loud. His green eyes were sparkling when he looked at her.

"Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you? You simply got in the way. Last night in the shop, I was looking for the relay when you walked in and nearly got yourself killed (good job by the way.) This morning, I was tracking it down and vice versa. The only reason it went after you was because it met me."

"And suddenly the entire world revolves around you?"

"In a way," the Doctor smiled.

"You're full of it!" Rose laughed.

"In a way,"

"So who else knows about this plastic stuff?" Rose asked. The Doctor tilted his head.

"Including us?" he asked. Rose nodded.

"Us. Although some friends I used to work for have run into this problem a couple times before, but they think they finished it last time, so I won't count on their help. And out of the two of us, I'm the one who actually knows what's going on, so in actuality, I'm the only one,"

"Just you?" Rose asked. The Doctor nodded. "So, you're on your own?"

"Well who else is there? Your people are content to watch your lives crawl past your eyes as long as you're safe, while all around you there's wars being fought!"

Rose reached over and took the platic arm out of the Doctor's hands. She pushed her hair behind her ears and stopped.

"Alright. So start from the begining," Rose said. The Doctor gave a sigh and looked around. They were in a large green park, trees dotted the vast lawn. The Doctor walked over and sat down on a nearby bench. He patted the space next to him in an initation for Rose to sit. She raised an eyebrow and sat down next to him.

"Alright. If we're going with living plastic (and I don't really belive that,) how'd you kill it?" Rose asked, keeping the plastic arm out of his reach.

"There was a signal projecting life into the arm. I cut off the signal and it, in a way, died," he explained. Rose nodded slowly.

"So...radio control?"

"Thought control," he corrected. He tilted his head as he noticed the look on Rose's face. "You alright?"

"Yeah...So, who's controlling it?"

"It's not really 'who's' controlling it, it's more like 'what' is. And that my dear is too long a story for me to tell you," he sighed, standing up and begining to walk away again, this time more slowly. Rose nodded as she followed him.

"Alright, what's it for? I mean, shop window dummies, what's that about? Is someone trying to take over Britan's shops?" she asked. The Doctor laughed.

"It's not a price war my dear. They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you," There was somewhat of an awkward silence as they walked on. The Doctor looked at Rose sideways. "Do you believe me?"

"No," Rose scoffed.

"But you're still listening to me," he pointed out with a smile.

"Just because I'm still listening to you talk rubbish doesn't mean I believe anything," Rose countered.

"Hm, touche Ms. Tyler!" the Doctor laughed as he took the plastic arm from Rose and began to cross the street. Rose stayed where she was.

"Who are you Doctor? Really?"

The Doctor stopped halfway across the street, before turning around and walking back to her with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Do you rebember earlier, the earth turning?" Rose nodded. "It's like when you're a child, the first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. Well, I can feel it-" the Doctor took Rose's hand. His sea green eyes seemed to be staring at nothing, getting a clouded over look in them. "the turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the Sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and I, and if we let go..." He dropped Rose's hand, and his eyes focused. There was actually a small enigmatic and dark glint in them.

"That is who I am Rose Tyler," he waved the plastic arm back and forth like it was waving at her. "Do yourself a favor. Forget me and go home before you get hurt."

And with that, he turned and left Rose standing in the street. He seemed to be heading towards a blue police box. Rose watched him walk off for a bit before turning and starting to walk off herself. A loud, grinding engine sound reached her ears, and it seemed to be coming from the Doctor's direction. She turned around and looked around for the source of the sound, but it faded from her range of hearing before she could properly look. She did notice, however, that the blue box the Doctor was heading towards had disappeared.

She turned around again, and began to walk home alone...