Here's chapter 3! It was originally going to be the rest of the episode, but I decided to cut it in half. Not much else to say...OH! I bought two Classic!Who DVDs at Borders (55.74 for two episodes. How Effed up is that?!) I bought "The Mark of the Rani" and "Timeflight." I have to say, the Sixth Doctor is moving up on my list of favorite Doctors...

Disclaimer: ...No. I don't own Doctor Who. Just the two DVDs I mentioned (and the Series one box-set 104.25)

The Doctor sighed, easing the TARDIS into the vortex before moving to the edge of the room. He stood there quietly for a moment, not quite sure what to do.He stuck his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he looked around his ship. What to do while the TARDIS was tracking the signal from the plastic arm?

He sighed again, walking over to the large bookshelf that occupied the length of one full wall. He plucked a random book from a random shelf and dusted the thin coating of dust from it's worn cover. He raised an eyebrow as he read the spine of the book.

'The Time Machine' HG Wells

He put the book back on the shelf after little consideration. The last two times he had tried to read the book, bad things had happened. The first time, the Master had come back to life and tried to (once again) steal his remaining regenerations. The Doctor had stepped outside the TARDIS and had gotten shot by random young humans involved in a gang war. His regeneration had almost failed as well, due to the anesthesia that he had been given by Dr. Grace while she had been doing exploratory heart surgery. The second time (almost twenty minutes after the whole Master ordeal was sorted out in San Fransisco) he tried to read it again, but was forcefully pulled from the vortex due to being summoned to fight in the impending war on Gallifrey.

He almost swore that the book was utter bad luck to be on board the TARDIS. He vaguely considered throwing it out of the doors and into the vortex, but dismissed the thought. Instead, he walked over to another part of the wall and pulled a different book out, replacing the previous book as he did.

"Harry Potter," he said with a smile and heading over to his chair. "Just the thing to pass the time."

He flipped the heavy book open to a random page in the middle of the book and began reading. Well, he tried to read. His thoughts kept wandering back to that little blonde human he had repeatedly ran into within the past two days. There had been a little twinkle in her eye that night in the basement that had caught his attention, a little sparkle that had perked his interest. Then, just this morning, she didn't "freak out" as young humans put it. Yes, she slightly shaken when the arm had attached itself to her face, but she had then followed him around and demanded answers! A nineteen year old human from 21st century Earth had demanded answers from a 983 year old Time Lord! And he had given them to her! Was he getting old?

He snapped the book shut on that thought. Sure, he was as old as dirt in Earth terms, but he was still relatively young in Gallifreyan terms. Not to mention that he was a bit vain in this incarnation.

His thoughts were interrupted by a frantic beeping coming from the control console. He flung the book down and threw himself at the controls, scanning all of the screens to see what was going on. He cursed loudly.

"The signal's fading!" he shouted to himself, adding to the noise of the room just to hear himself talk. The beeping faded, and he stood there with one hand on a switch and the other raised with a firm grip on his mallet.

"You've lost the signal?" he asked unbelievably. A single Gallifreyan symbol scrolled across the closest screen. The Doctor's eyebrows flew up into his hairline as he scoffed.

"That's it? That's all you're going to tell me? 'Yes?'"

An identical word scrolled across the screen again. The Doctor gave a frustrated sigh and kicked the control stand. This, of coarse, did nothing to help him. The kick only resulted in a shower of angry sparks and an injured toe. He dropped the mallet next to a half-eaten candy bar. He shrugged and picked the candy bar up, munching on the end.

A fleeting thought passed through the back of his mind and he shrugged again. No harm in seeing, right? He typed in the coordinates quickly and took a step back as the tracking system went to work, nibbling on the chocolate bar. He shouldn't have been eating the chocolate, due to the fact he could get very hyper in this body with the sugar running through his system, but he didn't care. Once the tracking was done he hacked into the CCTV and let out a loud disbelieving laugh at what he saw.

"Honestly, how much trouble can one human get into in one day? First the arm, and now a full fledged body double?"

Rose sat in the small pizza restaurant across from Mickey, thinking out loud at where she could apply for jobs next. Her trip to (Crazy)Clive's house for information about the Doctor had been a little bit short of helpful. The man was a conspiracy freak! All he had were clearly doctored photos of the Doctor at various places in time and various places around the Earth. Not nearly enough information to help her figure out who the handsome, mysterious man was...

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. It was no use thinking about him now. He was probably long gone. She instead returned her thoughts to finding a new job. There was always the hospital. She dropped out of school before she could finish her A-levels, but she could always be a cleaning lady. Or maybe a dinner lady. She snorted at that. She hated the way they uniforms looked, and she was sure that they were as uncomfortable as could be.

She shook her head, glancing at Mickey quickly. He hadn't said anything since they had left Clive's house, and he'd been wearing the strangest smile on his face. She was torn between being quietly creeped out and asking him if he had gas. She cleared her throat.

"So...what do you think Mick?" she asked instead, leaning forward slightly. Mickey tilted his head slightly, his smile still plastered on his face.

"What did you say you knew about this Doctor?" he asked back. Rose raised an eyebrow and sat back in her chair, an annoyed look on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I talking to myself?"

"I reckon all this started last night in the shop, am I right bab-suga-sug-su-sweetheart?" The last part of his sentence sounded like a skipping record. Rose furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What're you talking like that for?" she asked. Mickey leaned forward and took her hands in his. She shuddered at the feel of his cold skin. A man walked over to their table and held out a bottle of champagne.

"Champagne for the lovely couple?" he asked.

"Not ours." Mickey said, not breaking eye contact with Rose as his smile faded. The man walked over to Rose.

"How about for the nice lady?"

"We didn't order any. Mickey are you alright? Your hands are freezing cold."

"Doesn't anybody want this champagne?"

Mickey growled as he glared at the man.

"Look. We didn't order any..." he stopped mid sentence as he noticed who he was talking to. Rose saw the look of triumph on his face and turned to see the Doctor holding the bottle of champagne with a smile on his face. Rose blinked at him, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

"Don't mind me," he said lightly, shaking the bottle rapidly. "I'm just toasting the happy couple," he aimed the opening of the bottle at Mickey's head. "On the house!"

The cork flew straight into Mickey's head. Literally, into his head. Rose stared at him as his jaws began to work up and down before spitting the cork at the Doctor. The Doctor looked down at he cork that had settled on the top of his shoe. "Mickey" stood up, his face glowing in triumph.

"Finally." he breathed. He raised his hands and they seemed to melt and reform before the Doctor and Rose's very eyes. They transformed into ax-like weapons, and "Mickey" started swinging them at the Doctor, who jumped back quickly as the hands shattered the table Rose was sitting at. She yelped and lept over to the wall.

The Doctor ducked and weaved, dodging the imposter's with ease and amusement. A smile grew on his face as he suddenly jumped forward and grabbed "Mickey's" head in his hands, tugging repeatedly. The head came off rather quickly, sending the Doctor flying back into a table. The head grinned as it's body flailed about, destroying the furniture in the restaurant. The other people in the room simply sat there, watching in fascination at what was happening.

Rose looked back and forth between the headless "Mickey" still flailing about to the Doctor struggling with the head that was trying to bite him. She walked over to the wall and smashed in the fire alarm, finally getting everybody else in the restaurant to panic and run out.

The Doctor got a better grip on the head and began making his way through the rubble towards the back. Rose threw a chair at the body and ran after the Doctor. He calmly walked down a long hallway to the back, stepped outside and waited for Rose to catch up. The second she was out she slammed the door, backing up to let the Doctor lock it with the sonic screwdriver. Rose ran to the end of the alleyway and pulled at the gate that lead out to the city. She yanked at the chains holding the doors shut as the Doctor calmly sauntered over to the blue box Rose had seen earlier that day.

"I'll tell you what, let's go in here!" he nodded towards the the box as the metal door holding "Mickey" back was denting under the force of it's pounding fists. Rose stared at him as he unlocked the doors of his box. She ran over to the front of the box as he was closing the doors behind him.

"You're hiding in a wooden box?! The metal door is barely holding it back!" she shouted. The said metal door screeched loudly as the arm of the impostor tore through it like it was paper. Rose watched as the hole in the door began to grow for a second before running into the box.

"Doc-!" she froze when she noticed the inside. She was shaking as she quickly backed out of the box to look at the outside. She walked around it slowly, to make absolutely sure it wasn't connected to anything. A crash came from behind her as a large section of the metal door fell onto the ground. She glanced at it before running back inside the box.

"Don't worry. The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through those doors, and, believe me, they tried desperately," the Doctor called from his position in the middle of the room. Rose slowly walked towards him, head turning every which way to take in the sight before her. The Doctor turned around and noticed her wide eyes. He smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

"Right. Where would you like me to start?"