Thank you all so much for the nice reviews and favorites, Love you cuties! JI know adding more fandoms so suddenly was weird but I just love Psychonatural (Psych-Supernatural) crossovers and I couldn't resist plus it was so much fun writing those guys together. Sorry the chapters are so short and the updates so far apart, High school is hell. Thanks for being patient with me!

Just to clarify those extra little students were from Psych and Supernatural and I'm so glad you guys loved me adding them! I wasn't sure if that would work, gad it did though JAnyway, I'm not really sure about adding anymore but those ones weren't planned either and teachers have lots of students so you never know who might pop up. Love to hear your guys' ideas for some other characters you'd like to see J

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

( hates me right now and it won't let me add page breaks so it all reads like one scene and i hate this. I'll try to fix it tomorrow or the next day since i have Christmas tomorrow but i really felt awful for keeping this from you for so long. I hope it's not to annoying)

Chapter 7.

Rose woke up pressed against John, who was sleeping peacefully. He looked like the sweetest thing Rose could think of, curled up with her and smiling-hair even messier then before.

She should feel awful, she always does after she cries-especially on that day-but she doesn't. She doesn't feel great but she is looking forward to teaching her classes and seeing her friends. She looked over at the curious man and knew why she felt this way, why she felt butterflies in her stomach and air beneath her feet-and it absolutely terrified her.

Rose pulled away from John and rushed to her bedroom, tossed on new clothes and wrote him a note. He would be late and she felt guilty but having to talk to him when she felt this way was so much worse. So she left, leaving the sleeping Doctor on her couch.

"You just left?" Amelia asked.

Her red hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her heeled shoes were tossed up on the table in the teacher lounge. She looked tired, maybe she had stayed up too late painting again-Rory had proudly told Rose about Amy's artistic talents and she soon found out that Amelia more often than not will stay up past 4am to finish her work, sometime she doesn't get to sleep at all.

Rose groaned and let her head flop onto the table, blonde hair splaying around her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up at Amelia. She looked sad.

"I didn't see another way out." She mumbled

"Out?" Amelia leaned forward, sympathy in her eyes. Rose wasn't sure if that sympathy was for her or John though.

"Don't you like being with John?" The red head continued, her feet falling to the floor with a clicking sound.

"Of course I do!" Rose quickly defended.

"Then what's the problem?" Amelia asked, resting her chin in her hand and frowning at her friend. Amelia really wanted Rose to like John, she was counting on it. John was really good looking, and smart, and creative, but he also trips over his own thoughts and his feet, he needs people to care for him. The Doctor shouldn't be on his own.

Rose could be good for him. She is gorgeous, brilliant, and even though she went through something that caused her to run away to here, she is strong. She is compassionate and kind, John needs people like her. They have amazing chemistry that even a blind person could see; Amelia just really wants this to work out. They all do.

"I-uh…it's a long story." Rose mumbled, cheeks burning and tears pricking her eyes. She shouldn't be so affected by this still, yet here she is.

"Dinner, my place, tonight." Amelia replied, smile pulling at her lips. "We can talk for hours without anyone, well maybe Rory, bothering us."

"I don't know, Amy." Rose ran her finger nails across her jeans, cheap bubble gum pink polish chipping onto the blue denim.

"It's okay if you aren't ready to tell me your story, you will eventually, but we can talk about anything else tonight if you want." Amelia smiled, warm and gentle. Her lips were ruby red and Rose had the brief thought of kissing those lips. Not because she was sexually attracted to Amelia-although she is gorgeous-but because nobody had cared about her as much as the people here do. Amelia really cares about her and Rose didn't know how to show her that she cares so much too. Maybe agreeing to dinner was a better idea then platonic kissing.

"Ya, okay, dinner." Rose smiled, plump pink lips stretching across her face. Amy grinned and jumped up from her seat.

"Fantastic! You can follow me in your car after work. I'll make pasta or something; don't really know what food I have but wine is totally on the menu." Amy winked before leaving the room, smile still in place and joy in her heart.

Rose remained seated until the bell rang and then she hurried to class. She didn't see John till lunch.

He was sitting beside Jack, across from Rory. His hair was messy, rolled out of bed messy.

Her fingers itched.

His puppy dog eyes seemed dulled and lost, his smile no longer on his beautiful face and he wasn't eating.

Her heart burned.

He was hurt, she hurt him, but she couldn't fix it. Fixing it would mean explaining why. She isn't ready for that, not yet.

Sometimes she wished she could be emotionless, like The Doctor's Cybermen. She got him to tell her about them last night, he was so excited to share what beautifully creative creatures formed inside his brain.

Rose was sitting close to him, close enough to feel his body heat and smell his shampoo. She wanted to drown in his scent, so fresh and unknown. Damn this is moving too fast, she can't do this…but she wants to.

John mentioned them, quickly with a blush on his cheeks and his words mumbled. Rose latched onto the unfamiliar word and questioned him happily.

"They…they're like these robots made from us." John began, chocolate eyes glued to his nervous hands. He was twisting his fingers around his shirt, smile curving his lips slightly.

Rose's heart was thudding, surprised that he couldn't hear it. She should scoot away, just a bit. She didn't move.

"From us?"

"Humans," he clarified. "They were created to be better than us but they decided that there could be no more of us." His eyes roamed up to hers as he talked, sparkling like twin dark stars waiting to explode and shower the atmosphere with their beautiful remains.

"They killed us?"

"Not exactly." John smirked mischievously as he continued explaining his insane drunken dreams. "They believed us to be inferior, they took the only thing they needed from us. The only thing that could be useful without adding the silly human emotions. Our brains."

"So they can't feel emotions?" Rose asked, fingers digging into her thighs to keep from reaching out for him.

"Nope." He popped the 'p'.

"Why wouldn't they want to feel?"

John's smile turned sad and his brown eyes locked with her hazel ones. Rose didn't look away.

"Because it hurts."

Ya, they hurt. Rose hurts. She wanted nothing more than to stay with him, wake him up and go to work together. Be with him. But every time she looks at him she sees him and what he had done to her. She can't go through that again, she won't survive another time.

But did she even survive the first time? Is it really living if she ran away from everyone who loved her? Still runs away anytime someone gets too close?

Ya, emotions fucking hurt.

John was in his classroom, the students at lunch, and a few late homework assignments on his desk. His blue pen was in his hand and he knows he should get to grading; finish before lunch ends but he can't make his brain move. It's stuck on Rose Tyler and her sudden inability to be in the same room as him, she can't even look at him.

Did he do something to hurt her? Oh no, he would never forgive himself if he did something or said something that would cause Rose so much distress. He cares too much about her. He really should just ask, explain that he didn't mean to fall asleep at her house last night. But then again she should have woken him up.

Why was she avoiding him? Emotions are confusing. Sometimes John wishes he was a cyberman-he wouldn't have to deal with these feelings that bubble up in his chest and threaten to drown him each time she comes into the room with those compassionate hazel eyes and silky blonde hair. He knows he doesn't stand a chance but last night, when she trusted him enough to let go and cry, he thought she trusted him and that maybe they had become friends. He could be her friend; he wanted to be her friend. More than actually but being her friend is more important than anything else right now; he needs her in his life.

Maybe Amelia could help.

"Hey, sweetie." Amelia grinned as she popped into Rory's classroom. The walls were littered with cheesy history posters and the few good ones that Amy had picked out. His desk was in the right corner, farther from the door with all the student desks lined in front. His desk was neat-not like John's-with a few pictures of him and Amelia and one with all of the teachers together. There was a new one, not framed but leaning against another; it was taken a few days ago, Amelia was pressing her cheek against Rose's, both girl's with goofy grins and the sun's glare in their eyes and on their hair.

Amelia sat on the corner of his desk and smiled at the picture, suddenly worrying about how Rose was handling everything. Of course the nosey and curious side of her was wondering why Rose was scared of what was happening with John, what had happened to this sweet and brilliant young woman? Why was she so afraid? Amelia really wanted to know.

Rory leaned up from his desk and pressed a kiss to the corner of her red lips. He was back at his computer before Amy could deepen the kiss.

"Sorry, babe," Rory started when he heard her huff. "I'm trying to input the grades but this stupid new site is so-" The blonde cut himself off with a strange frustrated noise.

Amy smiled amusedly before hopping off the desk and standing behind her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes and placed her hand over his on the mouse, gently moving it to help him. Rory never was very good with computers; while Amy was pretty good with anything she set her mind to. Rory has always loved that about her.

"Just type it, ya…good job, Sweetie." Amelia released his hand and hopped back onto the desk, this time next to him.

"How was P.E?" Rory asked, sliding away from his desk and standing up. He stepped in front of the ginger girl and smiled shyly. Amelia pulled him closer, her slender fingers running over his knuckles.

"It was okay; Cosima was distracting some kids with some science stuff while Helena popped all the volley balls. So you know, just like every seventh period." She shrugged.

"Oh, sounds ruff." He kissed her fingers and then her palm. His kisses were gentle and soothing; Amy felt her body turning to jelly just from this. He always had this almost toxic effect on her, like every time he touched her she was flying high as a kite. It was shockingly beautiful to her, adventurous just sitting beside him; she never had to think about running from this commitment because he never made her feel trapped. Rory was her adventure, the only one she could go on forever.

And it was terrifying and it was wonderful.

Amy parted her legs and pulled Rory to stand between them, slipping forward and nudging her nose against his. Her soft lips were mere hairs from his; his breath was warm and smelled like oranges.

"Someone could walk in." Rory said softly, his lips barely touching hers as he spoke. He could almost taste the shitty coffee in the teachers' lounge she always drank.

"We still have five minutes." Amy replied just as softly. Her lipstick left a smear on his top lip, barely noticeable but she was very close.

"Amy…" Rory said, voice husky and restrained. She pushed her lips forward, pressing them against his. He tasted like rain and oranges; he tasted like warm mornings by the coffee shop with a cold cup of coffee and rain soaking through his shirt. He tasted like Amy's life, her home, and everything that made her happy. He tasted like Rory Williams.

A loud and horribly awkward cough made the couple look to the door. They were caught going at it like fumbling teenagers the night of the big dance, glassy eyes, wondering hands, and bruised lips. The good thing is that they are adults and they were caught by their blushing friend, John Smith. Bad news is that John wasn't alone; he was accompanied by their very loud and giggly friend, Jack Harkness.

"Look at you two! Still just as excited to get into each other's pants as you were three years ago." Jack grinned as he sauntered over and leaned on the desk near Amy.

"What happened to privacy, Harkness?" Amelia asked, elegant brow raised at the other teacher.

"We need your help." Jack replied.

"Is this about Rose?" Amy asked, hopping off the desk. She took John's hand and smiled softly at him. He nodded. "Sweetie, she likes you and that seems to be her problem. She's scared that's all."

"Ya, course, no biggy." He still felt tightly wound and like a six ton box was pressing on his head.

"Just relax, I'm having dinner with her-" "We don't have anything in the house, Amy." Rory said as she went on. "Tonight and I'll try to understand better. Everything will be okay, she's our friend and she's hurting though so don't press her too much."

"Right, okay, uh, thanks, Amelia." John smiled and turned to leave. "Hurting?"

"I'll explain another time, or she will."

The bell rang.

"Damn…" Rory groaned.

"Out, out, let's get a move on!" Jack shuffled everyone out just as student began coming into the class room.

"Jack?" Amy began as they walked down the halls to class. Jack cast his eyes on her and smiled, wide and charming as always. He was hiding something, Amy could see it written across his face like the first kid asleep at a high school party; only instead of crudely drawn dicks it's the tense lies buried inside him.

"You didn't come just to talk about Rose, did you?"

"Of course I did, and to see you my beautiful." Jack winked and Amy sighed.

"It's about River, isn't it? Or Ianto?" Rory always said Amy had a sixth sense, the sense that something was wrong and usually what the problem was. Amy never really believe him until now,

"I'm fine, Amy." Jack replied hotly before swiftly turning into his classroom, already full of students and that one kid who can't keep his hands off the CPR dummies.

"Sure…fucking liar." Amy rolled her eyes and hurried down the halls just as the second bell sounded.