Ureshiitamago: Ok, I think I'm getting the hang of this. I'll work on the 2 non-main focus ones during the week, to post fast, and I'll work for a while on my main one during the weekends…yeah, that seems right. XD Yay! Plan accomplished!

Mem: Should we start now? *Grabs passerby by the collar*

Passerby: *chokes* can't you two LEAVE ME ALONE!?

Ureshiitamago: No

Mem: No

Passerby: *grumbles* Ureshiitamago doesn't own Doctor Who…*grumbles some more* Only Mem and any and all Original storylines…cookie?

Ureshiitamago: (::) *turns to readers* have fun!

"Mem, your name, will be used when you're in your human-ish form, but I don't want people do make the connection." I nodded in agreement.

"Let's think about it for a while before I commit to any names." I said. He nodded, and then his eyebrows shot up as he seemed to remember something else.

"Ah, and don't speak when we're in an era that doesn't have talking animals either." Again, I nodded in agreement, but my eyes narrowed suspiciously. It sounded like he expected me to stay with him. Not that I was adverse to that idea, but I didn't want him to make all of my decisions for me.

"Soo…" I started, causing him to shift towards me more. "Underground?"

Chapter 3: In which Mems' brother is found…sorta

He grinned, and I smiled despite myself. That grin was really very catching.

"Yes." He said excitedly. "Underground."

5 minutes later

"Remind me why you thought this was a good idea?" He asked me as he climbed through the sewers. I was lying on his shoulders, trying not to pass out from the fumes, and worrying about the state of my fur.

"Me?" I asked with a moan. "It was you who said he was down here." I placed a paw delicately over my nose, and flinched when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turned my head to look, and saw a glob of something un-namable float by us in the gunky stream. "Uuugh." I quickly looked away, my stomach turning.

"Be that as it may, it is your brother we are looking for." He said childishly. I just groaned in response. "Why don't you just switch to human-ish and I'll hold your hand?" He suggested. I shook my head.

"When I'm not in cat form…" I paused to allow my stomach settling time before I went on. "I'm extremely clumsy. I would have both of us in that" I pawed the air in the direction of the gunk stream. "before you could say 'sonic'."

"Good point." We were silent for a few moments after that, both of us trying not to throw up from the smell.

"What was he like?" The doctor asked suddenly.

"Sorry?" I replied, not understanding who he meant.

"Remdasnarcha. Remmie." He clarified. I thought for a moment.

"Quiet, thoughtful, energetic at times, considerate…" I paused for a moment. "A great friend, loved talking to people, nicest person you ever had the pleasure of meeting." My whiskers curled up into a cat smile as I remembered my twin.

"He sounds nice…" The Doctor said. I mewed in laughter.

"Yeah, he's the complete opposite of me-"

"I was going to say; 'he sounds nice and boring.'" The Doctor interrupted. I gaped at him. Normally, when he was alive, people would prefer his company to mine, because he was the complete opposite of me. I was loud and obnoxious. I was also recalcitrant. A/N: I think you should look that up to see what it means ;)

"He sounds like he would be a nice friend, but a companion? Naw, I don't think he'd make it. The quiet ones never do." I flicked my tail thoughtfully at his words. Remmie was the quiet one, but he was also the genius, the prodigy, the sun that made me a shadow. Sure, I was obnoxious, and loud, and curious, and the girl, but Remmie was the favorite of the family. (Except for Grannie May. She liked me better for reasons known only to her.) But here he was, the Doctor, telling me that he preferred someone like me as a companion. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"How much farther?" I asked the Doctor, who checked his screwdriver. He hummed.

"Good news and bad news." He said. "Which one first?" I thought for a moment before replying.

"Bad news." Better to get it over with.

"Okay. Bad news is, your brothers location moved." He said.

"Good news?" I asked, my gut twisting.

"He's not in the sewers anymore." He said, walking up to a ladder. I purred happily. The stench was really getting to me. The Doctor was climbing up, and we were about halfway up the ladder when I heard it. A slithering sound that gave me the shivers.

"Do you hear that?" I whispered into his right ear. There was a slight pause as he listened.

"No." He whispered back. "What did you hear?"

"A slithering sound."

"Why did you think I could hear it?"

"You have big enough ears."

"Oy!" He yelled, and I hissed and dug my claws into his jacket as there was the unmistakable sound of teeth snapping too close to my ear for my liking.

"Climb!" I yowled, all thoughts of stealth gone. He clambered the rest of the way up the ladder, and tried to shove the manhole above us open, but couldn't.

"Stuck!" He shouted, and added a few choice cuss words. He flicked on the sonic, but I stopped his hand.

"I got this." I said, changing back to my human form and dangling precariously from him as I drew my wand. I pointed it at the manhole cover.

"Intunarath!" I shouted, and the manhole cover shot upwards with a bang. I changed back to cat form as the Doctor leapt out of the sewer, caught the manhole cover on its descent, and slammed it onto the hole. There were a couple jerks as something slammed into the cover a few times, and then all was silent.

"What was that?" I gasped from his shoulder. My tail was twice its normal size, and my ears were flat against my head.

"…A member of the Sythaks family maybe. Or possibly something else snake-ish." The Doctor said. My fur slowly lay flat again, and I perked my ears back up with some effort. I looked down at my claws and winced.

"Bigger problem Doctor." He shifted his head to look at me. "I accidently put holes in your jacket." I admitted sheepishly. If I was in anthro form, I think I would've been blushing by then. There was a pause on his end, and then he laughed. Not the sad laugh from before, but a real laugh.

"Oh, that's fine." He said after he had finished laughing. "This jacket has seen worse than cat claws." He checked his sonic. "This way." He stood up, with me still perched on his shoulder, and ran to the right. I closed my eyes against the whiteness of the city.

"You said this place grew bananas." I remarked.

"Yes I did." He answered. "Really good bananas."

"Then why haven't I seen any banana trees?" I asked. He stopped short, and I gave a small hiss as I almost flew off his shoulder. Pain ripped through my paws as my claws were wrenched. I blinked back tears, and shifted to a more comfortable position so I could examine the damage done to my claws. It was minimal. I was almost dropped again as he whipped around and started running in the opposite direction.

"Doctor?" I screeched, dangling from his shoulder by only my front claws. We must've made quite a scene; he running like it was the end of the world, and me flying from his back like a banner in the wind.

"I see colors!" He shouted. "And banana trees! What do you see?" I had finally managed to climb back onto his shoulder.

"No color! No banana trees!" I shouted into his ear. "The people look expressionless too! As if they don't have emotion!" We were back at the TARDIS, and the Doctor threw open the doors and ran to the mon-i-tor. He clacked the button things at a very fast pace, and I watched in bemusement as the picture on the mon-i-tor kept on changing.

"No color, no banana trees, no emotions." He kept on muttering over and over. "And yet they still make bananas." He held up a banana. "I bought it in the market place while we were separated. It's very real." I sniffed the banana. It sure did smell real enough.

"What does it mean?" I asked curiously. Meanwhile, something was tugging at my brain, an itch that said that this seemed familiar.

"It means that only you can see the reality of this world. What I see, and what others see is like this slightly psychic paper." He held up a blank piece of paper.

"It's blank." I remarked.

"Really? Fantastic! Anyway, to you and me, and a few other genius's, it's blank. But to others, it says anything I want it to say." There was a ding that came from the mon-i-tor.

"Much like someone is doing here, except it's more potent, more controlled." He plucked me from his shoulder, and held me in front of him. "Concentrate. The TARDIS says that it has relatively the same magic that you have. What could've caused this in your universe?" I gaped at him for a moment before furrowing my brow. He was holding me by the scruff of my neck, which was only slightly uncomfortable. I swayed back and forth as I thought.

"Maybe the ontomorta spell?" I suggested after a few minutes. "It's specifically designed to confuse people into seeing the old version of something. It's normally used to hide from something dangerous. Snakes are fooled easily, as are horses, and eagle-hawks." A thought occurred to me just then, and I could feel my stomach drop to my hind-paws.

"Any reason you think that you can see through it?" He asked. I was silent, my eyes wide and staring at nothing. It couldn't be. I thought. "Mem?"

"The only way I could see through it…" I gulped. "…is if it was a blood relative who cast the spell." Dread was coating my insides, fear for my brother coursed through me.

"Well then, we have to find him, don't we?" the Doctor said, setting me back on his shoulder, and attacking the buttons again. I watched the mon-i-tor wearily now, barely noticing the whisper that occupied the back of my head.

"Ah ha! Fantastic!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"He found us." Was all that the Doctor said before heading to the door. My mind whirled in confusion and anticipation. I would see my brother. The Doctor threw open the TARDIS doors, and we both looked out, and upon not seeing anyone, looked down. A blue and yellow dog sat there, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. A/N: New Zealand sheep dog

"Remdasnarcha?" I asked the dog. It paused, looking at me closely, before rearing onto its hind legs and changing into an older version of my brother.

He had long navy blue hair with yellow streaks that was pulled back into a pony tail, and sparkling blue eyes. He was wearing a blue dress shirt tucked into faded jeans and black combat boots. His skin was pale, as if he hadn't seen that much sun. He looked surprised to see me. He had his floppy dog ears and bushy blue and yellow tail still.

"Memkadoragopanon?" He asked. His voice was rough and scratchy, as if he hadn't used it in a long time. I looked at the Doctor, who nudged my shoulder with his head. I leapt off of his shoulder, and changed into my anthro form in mid air. Remmie caught me, and we hugged for the longest time. I chose to ignore the tears that soaked my hair as long as he ignored the tear blotch that I made on his shirt. He was a full head taller than me. Finally, we broke apart, and I turned back to the Doctor.

"Doctor, this is Remdasnarcha. Remmie, this is the Doctor." Remmie nodded beside me, and the doctor waved cheekily.

"Good to meet you sir." Remmie said gruffly. The Doctor waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, good to meet you too. We have bigger fish to fry right now though." He pointed at Remmie with a serious look on his face. "Who, or rather, what is chasing you?" I felt Remmie stiffen beside me.

"A nine-headed snake." He said. "One that can think like a human." The Doctor nodded.

"Is that why you cast the…uuh…"

"Ontomorta spell." I supplied.

"Yes, that." He said, tossing me a banana. I grabbed it out of the air and raised an eyebrow at him. He mimed peeling it, and then eating it. I rolled my eyes and began to peel it.

"No. That's not why I cast the spell." Remmie said. I paused with the now peeled banana halfway to my open maw.

"Sorry?" The Doctor and I asked at the same time.

"I didn't cast the spell because it was chasing me." Remmie repeated. The Doctor and I looked at each other for a long moment.

"Then why did you cast the spell?" I asked, looking up at my twin. He looked down at me with an uncharacteristically scared look on his face.

"I cast the spell so that thing wouldn't find me. The snake is minor compared to that." His voice was shaky. What happened in the past 70 years that made him scared at just the mention of something that was after him?

"What is it?" The Doctor said. "I can help you, I'm the Doctor." Remmie drew in a breath, and held it for a while before letting it out again.

"It took me from my universe and put me in this one. I don't know what it is; only that it chases me in reality and in my dreams." Remmie said. I could tell that he was leaving something out, but I let it go.

"What does it look like?" Asked the Doctor.

"I don't know." Remmie replied.

"What does it sound like?"

"Doom."

"Does it talk?"

"…no." That was a blatant lie. The Doctor and I exchanged looks.

"So…it's a thing that chases you in reality and in your dreams, but you don't know what it looks like, and it sounds like doom, but it doesn't talk." The Doctor says. "Well that narrows it down."

"Doctor?" I asked, looking from him to Remmie and back.

"Mem, now that you're in humanoid form, I want you to look at the life signature that the TARDIS found for Remdasnarcha." He held out his screwdriver, and I took it with some anxiety worming its way through me. I looked where he was pointing, and saw a green squiggle.

"Okay, and?" I asked. I looked at him with confusion. He should've known that I didn't know how to work with sciency stuff. Remmies' arm fell over my shoulders, but I didn't think anything of it, we had often stood that way at home. The Doctor grabbed my wrist.

"It means run." He pulled at me just as Remmie's arm tightened around me and changed into a slimy tentacle. It circled around me twice, and pulled me from the Doctors grasp. I screeched in fright and dropped the screwdriver as we shot into the air. There was a whack, and pain filled my head as spots invaded my vision, and darkness overtook me. Doctor… I sent a psychic signal to him, hoping that it was strong enough for him to follow.

Doctor 3rd POV

The Doctor cursed his slowness, and caught his sonic as it fell from where the two of them had disappeared. He fiddled with the sonic, trying to figure out what race it was that had taken Mem from its life signature. He almost missed the psychic call that Mem had sent, almost. Immediately, the Doctor ran in the direction that Mem's mental signature was leading, strengthening it by sending waves of mental power to her that bounced back to him. Much like a whale's call. He could feel anger coursing through him at both himself for not noticing sooner, Mem for not noticing at all, and that thing for impersonating her brother in the first place. What really got him though, was the fact that his sonic still said that her brother was alive, and not dead. He brought out his sonic again, and looked at the life signature for Mem's brother. It was a navy blue with yellow streaks, instead of sickly green, like it had been in the presence of the shape-changer. It looked a little like something that would hiss.

"Something that would hiss…" The doctor thought aloud. "Of course!" He abruptly changed direction, heading for the sewers, keeping track of where Mem was heading while he did.

Mem POV :P

I awoke to a beeping sound, and someone shaking me. My nose wrinkled at the smell that was thick in the air. Oh, not the sewers again… I thought to myself as I opened my eyes. A much skinnier and sickly version of my fake-brother was looking at me worriedly. I leapt away from him in panic, drew my wand, and pointed it at him.

"What was the name of our first toy?" I questioned, my aim never wavering from the center of his forehead.

"Markensana." He answered without hesitation. I blinked, and lowered my wand.

"Is it really you this time?" I asked quietly. He nodded, and shakily, I reached out, and cupped his cheek in my hand. He was real.

"It does that a lot." He said. "I have a question for you now, just in case." I nodded.

"What was the color of our bed sheets when we were 14?" He asked. I grinned.

"Purple with rainbow clouds on them." I answered. Remmie laughed happily, and we embraced. For me, it was the second time, but for him, it was the first, and he ended up weeping into my shirt. It was like when we were 15 again, and Uncle Ponirategasanah told us the story about the bloody hook.

"Shhh." I whispered. "The Doctor will be here soon." I said with conviction. "I know it."

If there is anything different with the lingo, I'm American. We have different Lingo than the British. Sorry :(. Anyway lovies, I love you all! Kisses! Mwah mwah! Please review, my heart gets filled with rainbows when that happens! By for now!