A/N: I do not own anything relating to Doctor Who. I only own the ideas of my OC. Thank you for the lovely reviews. :-) The out fit for this is on polyvore. ( /unquiet_dead/set?id=151651731 ) Sorry if I start taking a while in between updates. I've caught up with what I have written so it might take a bit. I try to write up an entire episode before putting up chapters so that I don't have to go back and change something later. As always, let me know what you think in a review. They keep me going. Enjoy :-)

I woke up to a gentle humming in my head. I sat up and tried to orient myself. The previous day slowly came back to me and I realized that I was in my room on the Tardis. The humming was her way of waking me up.

"Are they both awake?" I questioned, not really feeling weird talking out loud to her anymore.

~Yes. They're in the control room and the Doctor asked me to wake you.~ She explained.

"Thank you. Could you please let him know that I'll be there in a minute?" I asked as I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. She hummed in my head. I fixed my hair and makeup before leaving my room and making my way to the control room. Rose saw me first. She smiled brightly.

"Morning." She beamed.

"Morning." I smiled back at her. The Doctor turned to face me. He smiled when he saw me smiling as well.

"Ready for your next adventure?" He asked, looking excited.

"Of course." I walked over to where they were standing. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go." I joked. They laughed and he started moving around the console, occasionally telling us to hold down buttons or levers.

"Hold that one down!" He called at Rose as the Tardis shook violently.

"She's holding the other one down." I told him, trying to keep myself upright.

"Well, hold them both down." He replied, pulling another lever.

"It's not going to work." She whined trying to reach across the console.

"I got it." I said as I pulled myself over to the lever and held it down.

"Oi! I promised you two a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" He asked with laughter in his voice.

"What happened in 1860?" Rose questioned.

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" He pressed one last button and the Tardis shook even more violently. My grip on the console tightened as we were thrown about. We finally landed. Rose and the Doctor had fallen to the floor whereas I had been able to hold on tight enough to keep myself up.

"Blimey!" Rose called out as she started lifting herself from the floor.

"You're telling me." I laughed, watching them try to get up and dust themselves off.

"Are you two alright?" The Doctor asked as he stood.

"Yeah. I think so. Nothing broken." Rose looked herself over.

"I'm just fine." I giggled.

"How did you not fall?" He asked, looking confused since even he had fallen.

"I held on tight. No offense, but I really don't trust your driving." I explained. He pouted and Rose laughed at us. I let go of the console and cracked my fingers from my tight grip. I could hear the Tardis laughing at our antics and smiled.

"Did we make it?" Rose questioned. "Where are we?" I loved how excited she was. I was excited as well but with her it was like a child opening presents. Her excitement was infectious. It warmed me.

"I did it." He beamed.

"Give the man a medal." I teased. He wrinkled his nose in reply before he continued talking.

"Earth, Naples, December 24th 1860." He looked so very proud of himself.

"That's so weird. It's Christmas." Rose mused.

"All yours." The Doctor chuckled.

"But, it's like, think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago." She looked at the Doctor in awe.

"No wonder you never stay still." I told him, seeing a little glint of sadness in his eyes.

"Not a bad life." He smiled.

"Better with three. Come on, then." Rose beamed, moving toward the doors.

"Hey, where do you think you two are going?" He asked as I began to follow Rose. We turned back to face him. He was still standing at the console with his arms crossed. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"1860." She explained, wondering why he had stopped us.

"Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarellas. There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!" He called to us, pointing down a hallway.

"Yeah, I'm just going to ask the Tardis." I scoffed as I pulled Rose with me. "Tardis, dear, could you show us to the wardrobe please?" I asked aloud. A new door sprouted up at the end of the hallway. Rose's eyes went wide.

"How?" This was all she could manage.

"All you have to do is ask and she helps. She's awesome like that." I beamed, hearing the Tardis giggle in my mind. We walked inside and started looking through some dresses.

"I have no idea what to wear. What kind of dress do you wear in the 1860s?" She pouted, still looking through rows and rows of clothing. I walked over and picked out a couple for her to try on. There were a couple dressing rooms off to the side of the room.

"Try these on. They're your kind of style." I laughed as she nodded and walked off. I began to look for a dress for myself. I finally found the one that felt right. It was beautiful. The bodice and main part of the skirt were a crimson red. It had thin straps and a red bow at the bottom of the neck. The front of the skirt was pulled up in two places, showing a black under skirt. I quickly tried it on. It fit perfectly. I started looking at accessories while rose continued to change. I found a black shoulder wrap and a pair of black, small heeled boots. I tucked my necklace into the bodice as Rose came out of the changing room.

She had picked out the third dress I had handed her. It had a tight black corset bodice with a red skirt that was a shade or two darker than my own. We quickly found a black shoulder wrap for her along with some shoes and a black hand warmer. I didn't feel comfortable being without a purse so I grabbed a black evening clutch that had a silver chain and diamond embroidery. I quickly put my most used items in it and hung my purse on the back of the main door. I left my hair down in waves but helped rose to put hers up in a nice up-do. When we were done, we made our way back to the console room. The Doctor was working on something under the console when we walked in. He popped up when he heard us enter.

"Blimey!" He looked us over. I suddenly felt exposed, wondering if I had made the right decisions in clothing.

"Don't laugh!" Rose chastised him.

"You two look beautiful." He paused. "Considering."

"Considering what?" I glared at him, not really angry.

"That you're human." He chuckled. I muttered 'strange man' which earned a confused glance from the Doctor, even though I had thought it impossible for him to hear me. I shrugged.

"I think that's a compliment. Don't you Nix?" Rose asked me with a smile. I just laughed and shook my head. She turned back to the Doctor. "Aren't you going to change?" She questioned him.

"I've changed my jumper. Come on." He started toward the door.

"Really? We have to go and put on these things but all you have to do is change jumpers?" I questioned. We had gone through the effort of changing and making sure we would fit in the time period, it was only fair that he at least did something other than change his jumper. I frowned when he ignored me and continued walking. Rose and I walked past him.

"You stay there. You've done this before. This one is ours." Rose smirked and we walked over to the door. I stuck my tongue out at him before standing next to Rose. She opened the door to a snowy area. My smile widened. I loved the smell of fresh snow. She linked arms with me.

"Ready for this?" I asked, my face aching from the smile. Hers matched my own.

"Here we go. History." She beamed as we stepped into the freshly fallen snow. The chilly air made us clutch our wraps closer around us. I spun around with Rose giggling at me. Soon she joined me. We walked for a little bit with the Doctor trailing after us. We passed a group of carolers singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. This warmed me. The Doctor fell behind a little bit, so I turned to see why. Rose stopped as well but continued looking around. He was paid for a newspaper and was looking at it while catching up to us.

"I got the flight a bit wrong." He said sadly.

"We don't care." I suggested. Rose quickly agreed with me.

"It's not 1860, it's 1869." He added.

"Not a big deal. 9 years." I shrugged it off, walking over to Rose who continued to walk on.

"And it's not Naples." I glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged.

"I don't care." Rose called back to him in a sing song voice as we continued on.

"It's Cardiff." He deadpanned. We stopped and turned to him.

"Right." Rose frowned a little.

"You really should work on your landings." I teased, then turned around trying to hide my face. A worry washed over me. The Tardis's words came back to me. Sometimes she couldn't tell him her intentions. I frowned but tried to push it from my mind. Maybe there was just something intriguing about being here. It didn't always have to be a bad thing, right? I shook myself and tried to cheer up as we walked near a theater. The air filled with screams.

"That's more like it!" The Doctor beamed. I sighed and hiked my dress up as we took off running. Luckily the heels on my boots were wide and short enough to allow me to run.

"Of course! Always!" I groaned inwardly. As we neared, people began fleeing the theater. We found a way inside without getting trampled. There was a woman standing in front of her seats. She seemed to be what everyone was fleeing from. There was a woman glowing blue standing in one of the rows. On the stage stood a man who had been performing or something.

"Fantastic." The Doctor smiled, looking around at the chaos of the theater. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to dodge the fleeing occupants while following him. He made his way to the stage and toward the man standing on it. I looked back to see the glowing woman collapse, a blue wisp came from her. "Did you see where it came from?" The Doctor asked the man on the stage.

"Ah, the wag reveals himself, does he?" I trust you're satisfied, sir!" The man snapped, assuming that the Doctor was the one that had caused the panic and had somehow been behind the strange woman. A man and woman went and picked up the collapsed woman. Since Rose was closest, she ran toward them.

"Oi! Leave her alone! Doctor, I'll get them." She yelled back and took off toward the man and woman.

"Be careful!" The Doctor yelled before returning his attention to the man. I tried to run toward Rose but the crowd held me back. I started off polite, simply twisting and turning past people. Finally, when I lost sight of Rose, I became more aggressive, shoving people aside. When finally outside, I looked around, trying to see where exactly she had gone. I twisted around to see the man and woman putting an unconscious Rose into the hearse.

"What are you doing?" I screamed at them, as I started running. The man paused for a moment before turning and getting onto the front of the hearse. "Rose! I yelled as the Doctor ran up to me. He saw he hearse that I was screaming after.

"You're not escaping me, sir. What do you know about that hobgoblin, hmm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?" The man demanded, then he noticed me. "Are you his accomplice?" He questioned.

"No." I snapped.

"Not now, thanks. Oi, you! Follow that hearse!" The Doctor demanded as we jumped into a nearby carriage. It didn't move though.

"I can't do that, sir." The driver responded.

"Why the hell not?" I yelled at him, ready to get out and drive the carriage myself. The Doctor gave my shoulder a squeeze, calming my anger slightly. But it only worked a tiny bit.

"I'll tell you why not. I'll give you a very good reason why not. Because this is my coach." The man huffed.

"Get in then!" I growled at him.

"Move!" The Doctor added. Once the man was inside, the coach slowly started moving. Nowhere near as fast as I had hoped. "Come on, you're losing them.

"Everything in order, Mister Dickens?" The Driver asked.

"No! It is not!" The man said angrily, clearly frustrated with mine and the Doctor's attitudes.

"Wait, what did he say?" I questioned, realizing what the driver had called the man.

"Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humor." The man explained, trying to explain that he wasn't just a stuffy old man.

"Dickens?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes." The man responded. He seemed confused as to why it was important.

"Charles Dickens?" My eyes widened at the implications.

"Yes."

"The Charles Dickens?" The Doctor was getting excited. I was still frustrated, but in awe at the same time.

"Should I remove these two, sir?" The driver questioned from outside. I still wanted to punch him.

"Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. I've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost?" The Doctor was rambling on in his excitement.

"A Christmas Carol?" I asked, trying to get him through this so we could return to finding Rose.

"No, no, no, the one with the trains. The Signal Man, that's it. Terrifying! The best short story ever written. You're a genius." He continued to gush.

"You want me to get rid of him, sir?" The driver asked again.

"Er, no, I think he and his lady can stay." I wanted to fight the urge to correct him but gave up, figuring it would do no good.

"Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan." The Doctor continued.

"A what? A big what?" The statement seemed to confuse Charles. He hadn't heard the phrase before, evidently. I started wondering when that term had been first used.

"Fan. Number one fan, that's me." I rolled my eyes at the Doctor.

"How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?" I giggled slightly at his unfamiliarity with the term.

"He means that he likes your writing." I tried to explain for him.

"No, it means fanatic, devoted to. Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit." The Doctor pulled a face. I turned and frowned at him.

"Rude again." I snipped. He glanced at me.

"I thought you said you were my fan." Charles seemed confused.

"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism. Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, forget about that. Come on, faster!" The Doctor called out at the driver.

"Who exactly is in that hearse? Is she your wives sister?" He questioned.

"I'm not his wife." I tried to explain.

"They are good friends. I was escorting them home." He explained.

"She's my sister. She's only nineteen." My anger was slowly turning into fear. It was Platform One all over again. I wasn't there for her. I was going to lose her if we didn't hurry up. I couldn't lose her.

"It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger." The Doctor explained, grabbing my hand in a gesture of comfort. I was near tears at this point. "We'll get her. Don't worry." He whispered softly to me.

"Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver, be swift! The chase is on!" Charles yelled at his driver.

"Yes, sir!" The driver replied, pushing the horses on. I was thankful that we were finally getting closer. The ever tightening lump in my chest loosened slightly.

"Thank you." I said gratefully. Charles nodded.

"Attaboy, Charlie." The Doctor beamed.

"Nobody calls me Charlie." Charles protested.

"The ladies do." The Doctor teased lightly. I smiled at him.

"How do you know that?" Charles asked.

"I told you, I'm your number one-" The Doctor started.

"Number one fan." Charles interrupted, sounding exhausted. I couldn't hold in my laughter. The Doctor pouted next to me, which only made me laugh harder. Even Charles gave out a light chuckle. "Are you sure you two are not a couple? I will not judge." His comment shocked me.

"What? No. Though you aren't the first to ask." I added.

"Why do you ask?" The Doctor questioned, surprising me. Normally it was me wondering why people thought we were a couple. Though I had to admit, he hadn't heard Jabe's comments to me on Platform One so he didn't really know why she assumed it.

"Well, you were escorting her and her sister home. Then there is the way you talk to each other. You speak as you have been married for years. And you reprimand him as a wife would." Charles explained, directing the last comment to me.

"We are just very good friends. And sometimes he does need a good reprimanding." I explained. Charles smiled at me. The carriage slowed to a stop outside a house. There was a sign that read Chapel of Rest. It was a funeral home. A shudder passed through me as I hurried out of the carriage. The men followed me as I went to knock on the front door. A young brunette woman answered the door.

"I'm sorry sirs. We're closed." She addressed Charles and the Doctor. I frowned.

"Nonsense. Since when did an Undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on a schedule. I demand to see your master." Charles argued with the girl.

"He's not in, sir." She lied, looking terrified.

"Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once." Charles continued. The girl fidgeted slightly.

"I'm awfully sorry, Mister Dickens, but the master's indisposed." She continued, still fidgeting and not meeting our eyes.

"Miss, I saw you earlier. That girl is my sister, please just let us in." I begged. The anger began to well up in me. I had to find Rose. If she had been hurt there would be hell to pay. The girl shrank back at my words slightly.

"Having trouble with your gas?" The Doctor questioned. I followed his gaze to see the gas lamps flaring.

"What the Shakespeare is going on?" Charles demanded. Not waiting for an answer, the Doctor and I began to move forward.

"You're not allowed inside, sir." The girl tried. I quickly spun and looked at her. She backed away from me and let us in.

"There's something inside the walls." The Doctor mused, standing close to the wall.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I joined him by the wall. Once I was standing next to him, I slowly started understanding what he meant. There was a faint whispering sound coming from behind the wall. It seemed to move in strange patterns. The whispering wasn't clear though, I couldn't make out if it was saying something or not. "What is that?"

"The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas." The Doctor explained.

"Let me out!" I heard Rose scream from somewhere in the building.

"Rose!" I spun around and tried to find out where the noise was coming from. I ran down a hallway. "Rose, where are you?" I called out.

"Open the door!" She cried out from down the hall. The Doctor and Charles caught up with me as we ran into another man.

"How dare you! This is my house!" The man cried out, as if we had no reason to be there.

"Shut up." Charles snapped at the man. If I wasn't so angry at this new man, I would have thanked Charles.

"You, sir, need to get out of my way." I said slowly. The man looked insulted that I had talked to him that way in his own home. "Now!" He slowly stepped aside. The Doctor and I ran to the door that was currently being pounded on.

"Let me out! Somebody open the door! Open the door!" Rose cried out.

"Rose! We're here! Back up! We have to break down the door." I told her. I heard a shuffling sound, well two shuffling sounds. I quickly threw myself against the door but it didn't quite open. A sharp pain shot through my left shoulder and arm. I ignored it as the Doctor joined me and we were able to break the door down. Rose was being held by a man, who looked as the woman in the theater did. There was something inside him.

"I think this is my dance." The Doctor quickly pulled Rose away from the man. I pulled her into my arms and out of the room, as far away from the man as I could get her. Charles stepped in front of us to look at what was going on.

"Are you alright?" I anxiously asked, looking Rose over. She nodded, trying to calm her erratic breathing. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let you go off alone again." Guilt filled me as I held onto her.

"It's not your fault Nix. I ran off. You found me, though you cut it a bit close. But still, I'm fine. That's what matters." She tried to reassure me. I let her go, feeling a little better knowing that she was alright. She gave my left shoulder a reassuring squeeze and I yelped. "What happened?" She quickly removed her hand. I lifted my shoulder wrap to reveal an already forming bruise.

"Very sturdy door." I groaned. "Not important right now." We turned back to the room.

"It's a prank. It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence." Charles tried to rationalize the man, who was very obviously dead but still moving about. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe we are." I tried to convince him without putting him into shock. He didn't seem to believe me, as he shook his head at me and turned back to the Doctor and the corpse.

"She's right. We're no. The dead are walking." The Doctor explained as he faced us. He looked at Rose. "Hi."

"Hi. Who's your friend?" She questioned, looking at Charles.

"Charles Dickens." The Doctor replied before turning back to the corpse.

"Really?" She turned to me.

"Yep. A bit of a disbeliever, but still a nice man once you get to know him a bit." I nodded.

"Okay." She looked back at the Doctor, who was now addressing whatever was inhabiting the corpse of the man in the room.

"My name's the Doctor. Who are you, then? What do you want?" He questioned, observing the corpse closely.

"Failing. Open the rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us." The voice was twisted and had several tones to it. It sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach twist. The mass of voices seemed strained and sad. They sounded scared. The worry was slowly replaced by pity for whatever it was inhabiting the corpse. They cried out before the gas left the body and flew into the gas lamp. The body slumped over onto the floor. Rose and I quickly backed up until our backs hit the wall.