Answered Questions Part 2

The two Tyler's made their way to the sofa, both the Doctor and Eliza watching them quietly. The Doctor felt Eliza's eyes on him, then a sudden, "Let's give 'em some privacy, yeah Gramps?"

Sighing at the nickname she insisted on calling him by, but a small spark of happiness seeping through it as well, he nodded, muttering to Rose he was parking the TARDIS down the street. It'd been nearly a month since the Doctor had actually seen Eliza. Sure, he always knew she was there, but she remained hidden, unwilling to show herself.

As soon as she saw the Time Rotor, Eliza ran to it, throwing her arms around it as if reuniting with an old friend or family. The TARDIS gave a low hum of happiness, the young girl strolling around the Console, the Doctor watching her evenly, noticing some noticeable changes. Her hair had grown longer, she'd gotten a lot taller, and had large bags under her eyes. As he set the coordinates to just outside the Powell Estate, Eliza plopped down on the Jump Seat, stretching.

"What were you doing at Jackie's?" the Doctor questioned once they had materialised.

"What, I'm not allowed to see her every once and a while?" Eliza scoffed. "Has it not occurred to you I might be visiting her? Because I want to?" The Doctor looked down at the grating, quickly realising what he'd said was the wrong thing. Eliza leaned back into the seat and yawned, shrugging while she did. "I was just wondering what was happenin' and stuff, is all. She can get quite lonely, cooped up in that flat all the time." She gave another yawn, the Doctor look the opportunity to jump off the subject. "You look tired," he commented.

She gave a chuckled, looking back up at him. "You have no idea," she told him. "You know, at first, the whole 'Protector of the Universe' thing sounded good, but it isn't half exhausting."

"I don't suppose you can just quit either," the Doctor said, leaning back on the Console.

"Gramps, I said it was exhausting, not that I'd change anything," Eliza said happily. "And I wouldn't, not really. I might complain like hell about it sometimes, but I wouldn't change it for the world." She looked around the Console Room again, remembering her intensions for being there. "Sooooo… you and Rose?" she gave him a cheeky smile.

"Shut up," the Doctor grinned like a teenage school boy, giving her a nudge with his foot. And looked back down at the ground again, deep in thought. "You know, I'm not sure if I should be grateful for your 'help' or hating you," he admitted. Seeing her confused expression, he added, "You know what she is, Eliza. Human-"

"Like everything and everyone else that's been your companion? Like Ace, Jo, Vicki," Eliza interrupted heavily. "We've had this conversation before. You'll lose her, yes. But like I told you, I would rather look back on all the good times you had together rather than asking 'what if?', and I'm sure you would, too."

The Doctor frowned at her. How did she know about his past companions? How much did she really know? Nodding, he began to wonder around the Console. "I suppose you're right," he mumbled.

"Of course I am," she smiled. "You can't stop death, so just take as much as you can for what it's worth."

"You sound like you're talking from experience," he quipped. She gave him another cheeky smile, winking. "Believe me, I am." He shook his head, chuckling. She laughed as well, leaning back on the Jump Seat for some well needed rest. When she leaned back, part of the zip came undone, exposing neck and part of her shoulder. Around her neck was a necklace, her TARDIS key resting happily on her chest. The Doctor stared at it for the longest time, sensing a tingling from the key. It began glowing slightly, a dim blue lighting up her dark clothing. The glow ceased, the Doctor continuing to stare. Then, he felt a deep anger. An anger towards her.

He'd had his suspicions for a while. Every time he had a question to ask her, he would forget it the moment he saw her, then remember it nearly as soon as she left. He stormed over to her and yanked the key from around her neck, causing her to abruptly get up. "No!" she exclaimed, but all too late. The Doctor took the key into his hands, examining it. It was true. His suspicions were true. The key was a Perception Filter of some sorts. This is what was making him forget. He looked back up as her, a look of horror etched across her face as he was quickly feeling the rage of the Oncoming Storm. He took a step toward her, but she stood her ground. "That was for your own protection," Eliza explained vaguely, all too quickly.

"Protection?" the Doctor spat. "Protection from what? The only noticeable thing I've noticed it's been 'protecting' me from is asking questions. You know me very well, Eliza, asking questions is my speciality. So what is it then? What don't you want me knowing, or finding out?" he turned to look at her, a warning hum running through the Doctor's mind, which he quickly discarded. Eliza said nothing as she sighed. "But that's the funny thing, Eliza," he continued. "You seem to know so much about me; my past, my companions, my connection with UNIT, but I don't know a thing about you. Who you are, where you come from, I'm not even sure what species you are," he hissed. "So go on then! What could be in your head that you don't want me knowing, hmm? What's in your head you don't want me to find out?"

"Why do you think I made the Filter, Gramps?" Eliza replied impatiently. "To stop you from asking, so what makes you think I'm just gonna tell you now?" She looked down at her gloved hands, scratching the back of her neck with one, something she frequently did when she was nervous. "There are just some things you can't know yet, and I have no intention of telling you. You'd better get used to that."

The Doctor looked at his former companion with wide eyes. How dare she?! She was keeping things from him, and just expected him to go along with it? She had no right whatsoever to decide what was best for him or what wasn't. She had no right to trick and deceive him like she had. No right to play tricks on his mind by making a Perception Filter- out of the very key he gave her, no less. He was seething. "Get out," the Doctor ordered.

"Pardon?" Eliza replied, looking up at him.

"Get out!" the Doctor barked, throwing the key at her. Eliza looked down at the key on the floor then looked back up at him. She picked up the key, then turned toward the door of hallways. "Just let me get something," she spat.

"Hurry up," the Doctor replied sternly walking toward the door. Would he wait outside and lock the door after she left? No, no of course he wouldn't. He knew she could fly the TARDIS, he'd wait for her to return. The TARDIS herself attempted many times to explain that 'it wasn't time yet' but he paid the ship no mind. Even his own vessel was turning against him...

Eliza returned not five minutes later, storming past him angrily. With no warning or word of goodbye, she slowly began to glow a dim TARDIS blue, fading in and out until she was no longer in sight.

A.N: Oh God... this chapter was a bit difficult on me. I knew I had to write it, but I really knew I had to *sad face* I had a review saying 'Oh Eliza, I love her', and while I was writing this I was just thinking 'you wont after this...' Ah well.

!NEXT PARAGRAPH WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TWO SPECIALS OF DOCTOR WHO!

Now, dancer4813, sorry I couldn't reply through email, it's not working for me for some reason, and I only just figured I could reply to you through this :P Thanks, I didn't want them to be like 'oh, couple now, we're all lovey dovey and stuff'. I suppose him brushing the name off would be just because he heard it everywhere, but when he heard it with Donna, he went absolutely mental, but it was clear that when he heard Bad Wolf he was thinking of Rose, then just dismissed the thought entirely. I did see the Christmas Special and the new numbering does sort of make sense but... I'm trying hard not to grind my teeth here, Moffat just gave him a new Cycle... just like that... I suppose in a way he isn't fiddling with what other makers said by giving him new lives, but he still interfered with Gallifrey being frozen, not burnt. I'm probably raging about this way more than I should be, so I'll just stop there.

Also, I think I should say that I wont be updating in a little while. I have quite a few exams coming up in school and I really want to pass. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far, followed and favourite, also for sticking with me for this long!