A/N: I do not own anything relating to Doctor Who. I only own the ideas of my OC. I'm sorry it has been so long since I've updated. I was struggling to find inspiration to write, and then when I was able to start writing again, I lost my progress because the document file got corrupted. So, I'm sorry if this chapter isn't the best. I hope you all enjoy. Please leave a review letting me know what you think.

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Previously:

"The little girl reminded me of someone but I couldn't figure out who. I was trying to remember who she reminded me of." I finally offered. "As for the other children, it is a bit difficult seeing them go through this. They're all so young. It was difficult on me and I was 16. I couldn't imagine going through this at such a young age." It broke my heart seeing those children living meal to meal, hoping that they can find enough food and somewhere safe to stay. I wanted to protect them but didn't know how. The Doctor's hand reached out and grabbed mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I looked over to him. He didn't say anything, he just gave me a warm smile. I smiled back and thanked him with a nod of my head. We continued walking until we neared the railway.

When we neared the station, we caught sight of Nancy. She was sneaking between rail cars, looking for any sign of someone following her, and ducked into a small shack. We quietly followed her and moved to stand in the small doorway. We silently watched her as she put food from her bag into a small container on the floor. When she noticed us standing there silently, she stood and faced us.

"How'd you follow me here?" She questioned nervously. She looked out the door and down the tracks, checking to see if if we were the only ones who had followed her. She was afraid of someone else following her, it was easy to see that. The question was, who, or what, was she so afraid of?

"I'm good at following, got the nose for it." The Doctor explained. He tapped his nose for emphasis.

"People can't usually follow me if I don't want them to." She spoke softly, not moving from where she was standing. Her eyes darted around slightly, keeping track of her surroundings.

"No one followed us, Nancy. Don't worry." I tried to reassure her. She didn't seem to fully believe me. She stopped watching the tracks nervously but didn't relax her rigid posture.

"How do you know? You were able to follow me just fine." She countered.

"My nose has special powers." The Doctor laughed. He was trying to reassure her as well. His attempts were more affective than mine were. Nancy relaxed a little bit and even smiled at his joke.

"Yeah? Is that why it's, uhm-" She started but didn't finish. Her smile grew. I started biting my lip, trying not to laugh at what she was insinuating. She even smiled at me when she noticed that I understood what she meant. The Doctor didn't pick up on it as quickly.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing." Nancy chuckled. I tried to stifle my own giggle.

"What?" He repeated. He quickly glanced between the two of us. Nancy was smiling. I covered my mouth to hide my growing smile. He didn't seem upset, just truly confused.

"Nothing. Do your ears have special powers too?" Nancy teased.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Goodnight, Mister, Miss." She gave us each a nod before turning to pick up her bag and leave.

"Nancy, wait." I called out to her. She turned slowly to face me when I spoke. Her smile was slowly fading, as was mine. "Why are you so afraid of that boy?" I tried to find a gentle way of questioning her. I didn't want to push her too much. It was obvious that she was afraid and I worried that pushing too hard would scare her from opening up. When she didn't answer my questions, the Doctor spoke up.

"There's something chasing you and the other kids. Looks like a boy and isn't a boy, and it started about a month ago, right?" He paused for a moment. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. "The thing we're looking for, the thing that fell from the sky, that's when it landed. And you know what I'm talking about, don't you?" He asked her. She sighed, her shoulders sagged in defeat.

"There was a bomb. A bomb that wasn't a bomb. Fell on the other end of Limehouse Green Station." She finally admitted.

"Could you take us there?" I asked gently. I wasn't sure where Limehouse Green Station was, and I didn't know if the Doctor did either. Also, if Nancy came with us, it would give us the opportunity to ask her more about what had happened. There was just something about her that felt like she knew more than she was letting on, and I wanted to know what she was hiding.

"There's soldiers guarding it. Barbed wire. You'll never get through." She shook her head not believing we could get through, and not wanting to bring us there.

"You'd be surprised at the places we've managed to get into." I offered. She looked at me skeptically. It really was intriguing to think of all the places we managed to get into, whether on purpose or not. She raised an eyebrow at me then looked at the Doctor.

"You sure you want to know what's going on in there?" She questioned.

"We really want to know." The Doctor insisted. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Then there's someone you nee to talk to first." She warned us.

"And who might that be?" The Doctor asked.

"The Doctor." She said ominously and turned to pick up her bag. The Doctor and I shared a confused look but neither of us asked any further questions. Without another word, Nancy began to lead us off to Limehouse Green Station.

The Doctor and I quickly followed her. We walked along a trail next to the rail tracks. We crossed a bridge and walked part of the way down a set of stairs. In front of us, down the tracks a bit, there was a fenced off area with soldiers walking around guarding it. The Doctor reached into his jacket, pulled out a pair of small binoculars, and began to scout out the area.

"The bomb's under that tarpaulin. They put the fence up over night." Nancy explained, pointing to the fenced off area. "See that building? The hospital." She pointed to a large hospital looming in the distance. It was several stories high, modeled to look like a castle. It looked eerie in the night. The plane search lights and clouds in the background only made the building look eerier. Very few windows were lit up. I couldn't tell if this was because of the air raid or if it normally looked like that vacant.

"What about it?" The Doctor asked her, still looking at everything through his binoculars. I was fixated on the hospital looming in the distance.

"That's where the doctor is. You should talk to him." Nancy told us. It sounded like more than just a suggestion.

"For now, I'm more interested in getting in there." The Doctor gestured to the fenced off area.

"Talk to the doctor first." She insisted.

"Why?" I asked. I looked to her, wondering why it was so important for us to go to the hospital and speak with some doctor. I was trying to find the connection between everything but I couldn't figure one out. My head started throbbing slightly at the over thinking.

"Because then maybe you won't want to get inside." Nancy explained, turning to go back the way we had come. She had gone up several steps before the Doctor stopped her.

"Where're you going?" He asked. She turned back to face us.

"There was a lot of food in that house. I've got mouths to feed. Should be safe enough now." She explained.

"Can I ask you a question?" I started. She nodded. "Who did you lose?"

"What?" She looked shocked that I had asked this.

"The way you look after all those kids. It's because you lost somebody, isn't it? You're doing all this to make up for it. Trust me, I know the feeling. You feel like if you help enough of them, the pain will go away." I offered. She looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. I understood that pain, though I wasn't sure why I had felt it. It was there in my first memories on the streets. It was a deep and crushing feeling that I had lost someone so close to me, that I had failed them. It was why I took care of anyone I came across while on the streets. It was why I had taken care of Angie, and tried to get her home.

"My little brother, Jamie. One night I went out looking for food. Same night that thing fell. I told him not to follow me, I told him it was dangerous, but he just." She looked down at the ground. "He just didn't like being on his own." The Doctor had turned around and put his binoculars away in one of his pockets.

"What happened?" He questioned.

"In the middle of an air raid? What do you think happened?" Her eyes were filled with guilt. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but I knew that nothing I said or did would be able to relieve that guilt. A heavy silence hung around us for a couple minutes. The sounds of planes and bombs going off in the distance made me uneasy. I pulled my coat tighter around myself, trying to at least feel warmer.

"Amazing." The Doctor mused quietly. Nancy and I both looked at him confused.

"What is?" She asked.

"1941. Right now, not very far from here, the German war machine is rolling up the map of Europe. Country after country, falling like dominoes. Nothing can stop it. Nothing. Until one, tiny, damp little island says no. No. Not here. A mouse in front of a lion. You're amazing, the lot of you. Don't know what you do to Hitler, but you frighten the hell out of me. Off you go then, do what you've got to do. Save the world." He beamed at her before looking at me. He held out his hand to me. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I chuckled and took his hand in mine. We walked down the rest of the stairs and around the small military set up. After a small trek, we walked up to a set of large metal gates. The sign above read, 'Albion Hospital' in gold lettering. The entire hospital was surrounded by the metal fence. The Doctor tried to open the gates but they were chained and padlocked shut. On one gate there was a hand written sign that read, 'Danger. No Entry.' I looked at the sign with a frown. "Oh that's just lovely. A hospital, locked up, with a no entry sign, and we are supposed to find someone inside to talk to. This all seems just so . . . typical for us."

"Bad feeling?" He asked, letting go of my hand to reach into his jacket to find his sonic screwdriver. He glanced at me quickly before looking back at the padlock.

"Not necessarily a bad feeling, more of a strong feeling of unease." I tried to explain. I watched the Doctor as he scanned the lock. There was a small pop and the lock came open. He unhooked it from the chain and opened the gates. We started walking into the rather dark hospital.

"Stay close." He said rather quietly. I looked down the long and silent hallways on either side of us. There was no noticeable movement from anyone or anything other than us. Only some of the lights were turned on, creating large pockets of shadow.

"No need to say that twice. Trust me, I'm not running off. I don't like hospitals." I shoved both of my hands into my jacket pockets. I knew I would start picking at my nails if I didn't put them in the pockets.

"Why don't you like hospitals?" He asked as we started walking down empty hallways, looking for any sign of anyone else.

"Not sure. It's just one of my unexplained irrational fears. Kind of like my fear of moths, just not as intense." I shrugged. I had several quite irrational fears. One was my fear of hospitals. I say it was irrational because I only ever remembered being in a hospital once. It was for the headaches and nothing bad had happened. The staff had been quite friendly. Another irrational fear was my fear of moths. No one understood that fear, myself included. I eventually learned to explain it as being grossed out by the powder on their wings.

The Doctor and I continued walking until we finally found a room with patients inside. Except, something wasn't right. Every bed had a patient lying in it, and each patient had a gas mask on. Only about half of them were laying under the blankets. The rest were laying on top of them. None of them were moving. I wasn't even sure if they were breathing, though it was hard to tell. The only sources of light for the room were lights coming through the large windows, and a small amount of light coming from the hallway. "Doctor," I whispered, "why aren't they moving?"

"I don't know. Let's find this doctor Nancy told us to speak with." He quickly led me out of the room.

We made our way down a hall and into another ward. This room was a bit more lit up than the others. Once again, every bed was filled with a patient wearing a gas mask. In the center of the room there were two desks pushed together, as if for a secretary or something but no one sat at them. A door behind us creaked so we both quickly turned around to face it. The Doctor instinctively put himself between me and the noise. I looked around the Doctor and saw an elderly man in a doctor's coat walking through a door way off to the side, using a walking stick to help him limp along.

"You'll find them everywhere. In every bed, in every ward. Hundreds of them." He explained, slowly walking toward us. I was standing between two beds with the Doctor in front of me, still putting a barrier between me and this man.

"Yes, I saw. Why are they still wearing gas masks?" The Doctor asked him. I looked back at the patients on either side of me. They were just as still as the ones had been in the previous ward. They didn't look like they were breathing.

"They're not. Who are you?" I had quickly turned my head when the man said this. They very obviously had on gas masks.

"I'm, er-" The Doctor mumbled a bit. He didn't know quite what to say so I spoke up for him.

"Are you the doctor?" I asked kindly. The man looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. I could see why. The Doctor was trying to keep me behind him. When I spoke up, he finally stepped to the side so I could stand next to him.

"Doctor Constantine. And you two are?" The man asked.

"Nancy sent us." The Doctor explained.

"Nancy? That means you must've been asking about the bomb." We nodded and the man made his way to go stand in front of the desk. When he was next to it, he turned and looked at us. "What do you know about it?"

"Nothing. That's why I was asking. What do you know?" The Doctor countered.

"Only what it's done." He looked around the room at all of the patients. He seemed to be implying that all of these people were a result of the crash.

"Are you saying that all of these people were caught up in the blast?" I asked him, hoping he would clarify what he meant. He was being a bit too cryptic with his answers than I would have liked. It really was a little irritating when people gave vague answers or answered questions with questions of their own. Maybe I just got annoyed with that kind of response because it was what I did when I didn't want to tell people the truth, or when I didn't know how to respond.

"None of them were." He chuckled slightly before he began coughing. He was unsteady on his feet while he coughed. He looked like he could fall any second. I moved forward to go help him but he held up his hand to stop me. He slowly eased himself into a chair next to one of the desks. He didn't look well. The light from the lamp allowed me to see just how pale he was.

"You're very sick." The Doctor observed.

"Dying, I should think. I just haven't been able to find the time." I smiled at his joke. It was a bit morbid of a joke, but maybe that's why I liked it. I used snark and sarcasm to hide my nervousness. Joking around could also be used as a way to hide fear and nervousness. "Are you a doctor?" I tried not to laugh at the humor of his question.

"I have my moments." The Doctor chuckled.

"Have you examined any of them yet?" Doctor Constantine asked. The Doctor shook his head. "Don't touch the flesh." He said darkly.

"Which one?" The Doctor inquired.

"Any one." Doctor Constantine explained. The Doctor paused but walked over to one of the patients and scanned them with his sonic screwdriver. "Conclusions?" Doctor Constantine asked.

"Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side. Partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right. There's some scarring on the back of the hand and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh, but I can't see any burns." The Doctor snapped his head up to look at doctor Constantine who encouraged him to examine others. He scanned another patient. "This isn't possible." He scanned another, and another. Each time, he muttered that it wasn't possible. It started making me nervous.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"They've all got the same injuries. Exactly the same. Identical, all of them, right down to the scar on the back of the hand." The Doctor hurried back to where I was still standing in front of doctor Constantine. "How did this happen? How did it start?" He questioned.

"When that bomb dropped, there was just one victim." Doctor Constantine offered.

"Dead?"

"At first. His injuries were truly dreadful. By the following morning, every doctor and nurse who had treated him, who had touched him, had those exact same injuries. By the morning after that, every patient in the same ward, the exact same injuries. Within a week, the entire hospital. Physical injuries as plague. Can you explain that? What would you say was the cause of death?" Doctor Constantine questioned.

"The head trauma." Constantine shook his head no. "Asphyxiation." No again. "The collapse of the chest cavity." Still no. "All right. What was the cause of death?" The Doctor sounded a bit frustrated.

"There wasn't one. They're not dead." He explained. To make his point, he took his cane and hit the waste basket near him. With the sudden loud noise, every patient sat up in their beds and looked at us. I jumped back slightly and bumped into the Doctor. He placed his hands on my shoulders protectively. Doctor Constantine continued talking. "It's all right. They're harmless. They just sort of sit there. No heartbeat, no life signs of any kind. They just don't die."

"And they've just been left here? Nobody's doing anything?" I asked. It was upsetting that all these people had just been left and forgotten, locked up in a hospital with one man taking care of them.

"I try and make them comfortable. What else is there?" He shook his head. The patients began to lie back down. Their silent movements kept me on edge.

"Just you? You're the only one here?" The Doctor asked him as I kept my eyes on the patients.

"Before this war began, I was a father and a grandfather. Now I am neither. But I'm still a doctor." The hurt in doctor Constantine's voice filled the room. My heart broke for him. He had lost everything and was now dying, alone, watching over these patients. My heart tightened even more a moment later when the Doctor spoke up.

"I know the feeling." He muttered softly. I looked up at him but he was staring at doctor Constantine. He had confided in me about his family but we never talked in detail about what had happened to them. After the argument he had with Rose about family, I had labeled the topic off limits. I looked away from the Doctor when doctor Constantine started speaking again.

"I suspect the plan is to blow up the hospital and blame it on a German bomb." He suggested.

"It's probably too late."

"I know. There are isolated cases," He started coughing violently, "isolated cases breaking out all over London." He was gripping the desk as he continued coughing. Both the Doctor and I moved forward to help doctor Constantine but he quickly stopped us. "Stay back, stay back. Listen to me. Top floor, room 802, that's where they took the first victim, the one from the crash site." He seemed to be struggling to breathe. "And you must find Nancy again."

"Nancy?" I asked.

"It was her brother. She knows more than she's saying. She won't tell me, me, me," He stuttered and choked. His hand went up to his neck. "but she might, might, mummy. Are you my mummy?" He stammered.

Doctor Constantine's face slowly began stretching and transforming into a gas mask. I gasped and jumped back slightly. It was frightening to watch so I turned to face the Doctor's chest. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders protectively. When the sound of struggling stopped, I turned slightly to see Doctor Constantine's head lolled to the side as if he was simply sleeping with a gas mask on.

In the hallway, we heard a door handle rattle and a male voice calling out, "Hello?" I jumped slightly, realizing how close the Doctor and I were standing. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and decided to look back toward the door to the hallway.

"Hello?" Rose called out as well.

"Hello?" The male voice asked again. He had an American accent.

"It's Rose!" I said excitedly. The Doctor followed me as I ran out of the room and into the hallway. We came upon Rose walking with a man. He was a little taller than her with medium length brown hair. He couldn't have been much older than myself. They were smiling when they saw us. Rose ran up and gave me a hug when she saw me. I looked her over and she gave me a nod saying she was fine. She seemed to have noticed my slight flush and was smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and turned to the Doctor and the other man.

"Good evening. Hope we're not interrupting. Jack Harkness. I've been hearing all about you on the way over." He shook hands with the Doctor who looked confused.

"He knows. I had to tell him about us being Time Agents." Rose hinted. The Doctor nodded and turned back to Jack.

"And it's a real pleasure to meet you, Mister Spock." He patted the Doctor on the shoulder. I almost laughed at the look of confusion on the Doctor's face, but Jack had turned his attention to me. "You must be Phoenix." He offered his hand so I took it. He turned my hand over and placed a kiss on the back of it. It was a little strange. I couldn't remember anyone ever doing that before. I slowly took my hand back from him, trying not to be rude about it.

"You can call me Nix. Everyone else does. Well, except for him." I gestured to the Doctor, who was still giving Rose a questioning glance over the 'Mister Spock' thing.

"Right. Nix it is. Don't want to upset the boyfriend." He smiled before walking off. I was a bit shocked by that but didn't have a chance to correct him before he walked into the ward we had just come from. I was now giving Rose a questioning look as well. What exactly had she told this man?

"Mister Spock?" The Doctor asked as soon as Jack was out of hearing range.

"What was I supposed to say? You don't have a name. Don't you ever get tired of: Doctor? Doctor who?" Rose teased. I had never really given this much thought. It was a bit odd that he only went by 'The Doctor', but never really went in depth with questioning it.

"Nine centuries in, I'm coping." He huffed.

"What exactly did you tell this guy?" I questioned Rose quietly as we began walking off to where Jack had gone. She gave me a smirk but didn't say anything. I groaned and rolled my eyes. "You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

"Where've you been? We're in the middle of a London Blitz. It's not a good time for a stroll." The Doctor took over questioning her.

"Who's strolling? I went by barrage balloon. Only way to see an air raid." She smirked and walked ahead of us.

"What?!" I demanded. She ignored me and turned to the Doctor as we walked.

"Listen, what's a Chula warship?" Her voice was quieter than before, as if she was whispering a secret.

"Chula?" The Doctor mused. He looked puzzled.

We walked back into the ward where Doctor Constantine and the other patients were. They were still unmoving and silent. Jack was examining one of the patients with some kind of device that was on his wrist. We stood near the doorway and watched him silently.

"This just isn't possible. How did this happen?" He questioned, moving to look over another patient. He moved over to another bed, then another, scanning them just as the Doctor had, and muttering about impossibilities as the Doctor had.

"What kind of Chula ship landed here?" The Doctor asked him.

"What?" Jack asked. He didn't turn to look at us, instead continued to scan patients.

"He said it was a warship. He stole it, parked it somewhere out there, somewhere a bomb's going to fall on it unless we make him an offer." Rose explained. I watched this man carefully as Rose and the Doctor spoke. He didn't seem like a bad person, I prided myself in my judge of character, and Jack hadn't set off any red flags with me. Still, this information bothered me slightly.

"What kind of warship?" The Doctor repeated more firmly. Jack spun around to look at us.

"Does it matter? It's got nothing to do with this." He tried to defend himself. His dismissive attitude angered the Doctor.

"This started at the bomb site. It's got everything to do with it." He made his way closer to Jack. He sounded angrier with every step he took. "What kind of warship?" He demanded.

"An ambulance! Look." He pressed some buttons on the device on his wrist. Rose and I walked over and stood on either side of the Doctor. A hologram of the thing we had been chasing appeared over Jack's wrist. "That's what you chased through the Time Vortex. It's space junk. I wanted to kid you it was valuable. It's empty. I made sure of it. Nothing but a shell. I threw it at you. Saw your time travel vehicle, love the retro look, by the way, nice panels. Threw you the bait."

"Bait?" Rose asked.

"I wanted to sell it to you and then destroy it before you found out it was junk." He explained. He dismissed the hologram and closed the device.

"You said it was a war ship." Rose huffed.

"They have ambulances in wars. It was a con. I was conning you. That's what I am, I'm a con man. I thought you were Time Agents. You're not, are you." He was finally realizing the truth.

"Just a couple more freelancers." Rose offered.

"Oh. Should have known. The way you guys are blending in with the local color. I mean, Flag Girl was bad enough, but U-Boat Captain?" Then he looked over at me. "If it wasn't for the hair, you'd actually fit in quite well. Wouldn't mind taking you out for a drink." He gave me a smirk.

"Not the time, nor the place, and sorry soldier, but you're not my type." I smirked back at him. It wasn't that he wasn't handsome, quite the opposite in fact, he was quite handsome. I just simply didn't feel attracted to him. Besides, I could tell that Rose had a little bit of a thing for him and we agreed that we didn't go after the others guy. Jack looked a little surprised but chuckled nonetheless. He looked from the Doctor back to me.

"You definitely have a unique type." He teased. I sighed and got ready to say something back but Rose spoke first.

"They're not actually a couple. They act like it so everyone just assumes it." She explained.

"How about we not talk about this right now? We've got more important things going on." I offered, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, Anyway, whatever's happening here has got nothing to do with that ship." Jack tried.

"What is happening here, Doctor?" Rose asked. Rose and Jack turned their attention to the Doctor. I just kept watching the patients. They were all once again laying perfectly still but something about them was unnerving. It wasn't just the mask or the stillness. It was this echoing fear and sadness that I felt while looking at them.

"Human DNA is being rewritten by an idiot." The Doctor grumbled.

"What do you mean?" Rose questioned.

"I don't know. Some kind of virus converting human beings into these things. But why? What's the point?" He started musing out loud. Without warning or provocation, all of the patients sat up in their beds. This was different from when they had moved before. This time they were calling out 'mummy' over and over again, much like the small child had done.

"Doctor, what's happening?" I asked him as I quickly backed away from the bed I was standing in front of.

"I don't know." He said nervously. The patients continued calling out 'mummy' and they all stood. Doctor Constantine joined them in standing as well. They slowly turned to face us and began walking to us. There was no way out of the room. They were coming at us from all sides. "Don't let them touch you."

"What happens if they touch us?" Rose asked nervously.

"You're looking at it." I explained. We kept backing up until we had hit the wall. The patients were still calling out for 'mummy'. I also heard a couple of them call out, 'Help me, mummy.'