Disclaimer: Yes. I own everything. Doctor Who, Billie, David - the lot. And if you believed that, I may have to consider doing whatever I can to make it come true.

Okay, so here's the second part, as I didn't want to leave you in suspense. It might take me a while to put up chapter 6 though, because I want it to be just right.

A few notes to my reviewers:
-Dollybelle'olwhatserface: :says nothing: lol. The explanation for Jamie knowing about the Clockwork monsters comes later, don't worry. And as for Suzie being Suzie Costello...I'll leave that to you. For now.
-TVnut89: Nope, not living shadows.

Chapter 5: Not Quite A Simple Mission (Part 2)

John and Rose circled each other with their hands clasped, eyeing the air around them and trying to work out where the biggest danger was coming from. Buzzing sounds seemed to swarm around them in every direction. John felt Rose reach for her energy-vision goggles with her free hand and he did the same. She slipped hers on first and shrieked, and he rushed to force his own onto his nose urgently. Dots of colour swarmed in front of his eyes, and as he tried to become accustomed to the new way of seeing, he heard a zapping sound from behind him and realised that Rose must have pulled out her laser gun and started to shoot.

He worked out how the goggles showed things: red spots for beings with high energy and blue spots for beings with low energy. He kept that thought in his mind as he pulled out his own laser gun and waved it around in search for the right place to shoot. His hand wavered with worry, and he shot at the air fearfully, missing everything he was aiming at. The invisible creatures began to attack - he felt laser beams ripping through his clothes and bearing into his protective layer, some scathing his arms and face. His hands were sweating with fear, but Rose didn't let go, and as he thought of her, a new found strength surged through him. He raised the gun to eye-level, aimed it at a swarm of red dots shown on the goggles, took a deep breath, and was about to pull the trigger when he heard Rose screaming behind him.

He turned suddenly, his gun falling to the floor, and he saw Rose's knees buckling underneath her. He caught her she fell to the ground, his gun lying on the grass, forgotten. He saw lasers flying overhead and tried to duck, but he realised that they weren't aiming for him.

"The rock!" Mickey yelled above the noise of the lasers and the wind, shooting frantically at the invisible creatures. "Get her behind the rock!"

John looked around helplessly and felt a laser beam dig into his ankle. He screamed in anguish but was sure he felt Rose squeeze his hand, and he glanced around over the field urgently, removing his goggles and throwing them to the floor with his laser gun. He saw a huge rock to his right, big enough to shelter both him and Rose, and pulled her arm around his shoulders. With tears of pain and fear threatening to fall from his eyes, he pulled himself up, bringing Rose with him, and began to drag her towards the rock. As he pulled her around to face himself, he saw her tearstained face, covered in blood and mud, and moved faster towards the rock. He heard Mickey shooting at the air, and heard the creatures shooting back, but tried to shut out the noises and his pain, and focused all his energy on getting Rose to safety.

He reached the rock just in time, and as his ankle gave way, he pulled Rose towards himself and the rock with a pained yell. He could still hear the shooting, but didn't dare look around the rock for fear of being seen. He brushed Rose's matted hair out of her face and tapped her cheeks gently.

"Rose?" he whispered, urging her to give some sign of life. She didn't move, and he felt a mixture of blood and tears fall down his face. "Please, Rose. I don't know what to do. What do I do, Rose?"

His hands shook as he cradled her body, praying for the shots to cease. But then instinct cut in, and he knew what he had to do. Protect Rose Tyler. This girl that he'd known for mere days, but felt closer to her than to anyone else. He must protect her.

He freed his hand from Rose's and searched frantically for her pulse on her wrist. He found one and laughed with relief, but didn't know what to do next. He lowered her body to the floor, the wind causing her hair to obscure her face, and he titled her head back and leant down by her head to see if she was breathing. Whether it was because of the wind blowing all around them, he didn't know, but he couldn't feel her breath on his cheek.

He became aware of the still sounding guns behind the rock, and decided he had something else to do. He reached down to his belt for his goggles, but couldn't find them, and realised with a stab of fury that they were lying metres away in the grass. He forced himself up, ignoring the pain searing through his ankle, and glanced over the top of the rock. He could see Mickey distantly, shooting laser beams at what looked to John like thin air, and he urged to find a way to help, but didn't know how. He watched as laser beams appeared in the air and flew at Mickey, who barely dodged them. Some tore at his clothes and some burnt through his skin, and John knew he couldn't just stand by and watch.

He drew his shotgun from his belt, though not knowing what good it would do, and he aimed it at where he had seen a laser beam appear. Trying to breathe steadily and ignoring the pain in his foot, he pulled the trigger and thought he heard a shriek of pain as the bullet leapt from the gun. He hoped he had hit one of the creatures, and looked across the field for anymore appearing lasers. But before he could locate another one, and saw beams coming from all directions, aiming straight for Mickey, and there was a flash of green light as they all hit him at the same time.

John felt his heart beating firmly at his chest, but it was too late to help. Mickey fell to the ground with a thud and John's ankle gave way. He lowered himself to the grass with his clothes ripping on the coarse rock, disbelief invading his mind.

He sat in silence for a few seconds, not knowing what to do next, and then his eyes focused on Rose, lying on the ground in front of him. The winds had died down slightly, as if the death of Mickey had calmed them, and John leant down to Rose's cheek for a second time, titled her head back, and pleaded for her to breathe. This time, however, he was sure she wasn't breathing, and he breathed out slowly, fearfully, as he sat back up straight.

Forgetting all about the creatures that were surely still metres away behind the rock, he linked the fingers of both his hands and found what he assumed was the right place on Rose's ribcage. Breathing in and out deeply, he pushed down on her body firmly. He repeated the action over and over again, tears of helplessness falling from his eyes, then stopped. He brushed the hair out of her face with shaking hands and titled her head back gently. His mouth lowered around hers and he breathed out, willing her to come around. He sat back up for a second, then when she didn't respond, he did the same.

He felt a surge of emotions run through him when she didn't breathe after the second rescue breath, and began the cycle again. And then he did it again, and again, and again, until he thought he'd pass out from his lack of strength. He began the act for a sixth time, and after the first rescue breath, he thought he'd done it. He gave another rescue breath that was filled with hope, and when he leant back away, she came gasping back to life and clutched his sleeve anxiously. He choked on his breath with relief as she pulled herself upright.

"Doctor?" she asked him when she saw his face. "Oh my god, what happened to you?"

John laughed with relief, though he knew it was inappropriate. "No, it's me Rose. It's John! You're fine; you're okay. We're both okay!"

Rose's face fell as he said his name, and if John hadn't been so preoccupied, he would have wondered why. But then his thoughts settled on Mickey, and his face fell too.

"Doc- John?" she corrected herself, brushing her hair away as she sat up, though the wind just blew it back over her face. "What is it?"

He looked at her sadly. "Can you walk?" he asked her quietly, and she nodded.

"I think so. What happened? I remember getting shot. There were so many of them…" She trailed off as the memory returned to her.

"I think they've gone." John told her, trying to reassure himself more than anything else. He almost smiled as the relief spread across Rose's face and colour went back into her cheeks.

"I heard Mickey." she added suddenly. "Where is he? Has he gone for help?" Her upbeat tone of voice made John cringe.

"Rose…I'm so sorry." he said quietly, and pulled himself on onto his feet, using the rock to balance himself. He recoiled as they pain from his ankle seared through his leg, but forced himself to stand. Moments later, he felt Rose tugging on his jacket to help herself up, still weak from collapsing. She looked over the top of the rock and her entire face fell.

With not a thought to her own safety, she stumbled out from behind the rock and rushed over to Mickey, ignoring the tiredness rushing through her body. John tried to follow, but as soon as he put pressure on his ankle, he fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Rose didn't look back to him, but ran as fast as her still recovering body would let her go, and by the time John had dragged himself over to her, she was sitting on the grass, leaning over Mickey's body. He went to put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly, but then let it drop to his side as he heard her sobbing. She held her head in her hands and cried into them mercilessly, and John found himself crying silently along with her. He sat with her as she cried, and thought back over the past few hours, wondering what he'd done wrong.

- - - - - - -

It was a few hours before they got back to Torchwood. John called for transport to take himself, Rose, and Mickey's body back, and Rose's stayed by Mickey's side for the entire journey. She didn't speak for the duration of the journey, just stayed by Mickey in the ambulance as it took them back to Torchwood. John wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say, so he settled for staring out of the window and leaving her to grieve alone.

When they finally arrived at the Torchwood building, despair seemed to follow them throughout the place, spreading over the building like a disease. All the happy faces turned to stone, solemn and serious, and John and Rose walked slowly through the halls as if dreading every step. They passed Martha at reception, who attempted a weak smile, but John didn't have the strength to return one.

John followed Rose up to Mr Tyler's office, as she bit back tears and tried to be strong in front of her colleagues. Pete was waiting anxiously, pacing back and forth and fiddling with his fingers. He looked up as the door was thrust open by Rose, who ran forward and flung her arms around her father's neck, her sobs echoing out through the room. John stood in the corner awkwardly as Pete tried to calm his daughter, trying to avoid the gaze of someone who might make him feel more guilty.

When Rose and Pete broke apart, it was only because the doors had been pushed open again, and an older blonder woman had rushed through. She looked so similar to Rose that John wasn't surprised when Rose let her father go and clung to this woman instead, crying into her shoulder with undying sorrow. Pete wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and looked up at John, who stared back at him with no expression.

"You!" he heard someone shriek, and he turned his head, wide-eyed, to the woman with Rose, who she had now released and was staring at John accusingly, with slight smudges of mascara running down her face. Rose took her arms and the woman turned to look at her disbelievingly.

"Mum…I-It's not…" she began, her voice quivering, and she didn't seem to need to finish the sentence. She released her mother's arms, and watched as she walked over to John.

"But…" she started, reaching up as if to touch her face. John's eyes widened with alarm, but then she lowered her hand and held it out for John to shake. "Jackie Tyler." she offered quietly, though John could hear the sadness in her voice, and he took her hand. "I'm Rose's mother."

John nodded politely. "John Smith." he replied, trying not to let too much emotion escape in his voice. She looked up at his face for a moment, as if trying to fit a puzzle together in her mind, then abruptly turned around and walked back to Rose.

"It's okay, darling." he could hear her saying, her London accent coming out strongly. She rubbed Rose's back as she embraced her daughter. "It's okay."

Pete caught John's eyes briefly but he turned away almost instantly, avoiding his gaze. John urged to ask what it was about him that turned this family mad, but knew he couldn't. So he stood in silence, looking down at the floor, as he heard Rose's cried sound throughout the room, and Jackie's soothing words trying to take away the sorrow.

- - - - - - -

Rose breathed in and out slowly as she walked towards the desk. Jackie walked by her side, guiding her towards the door, and they both held their heads high, avoiding the gazes of their colleagues.

"I'll make you a nice cuppa tea." Jackie was saying quietly, clasping Rose's hand protectively. "Soon as we get home. And you can stay home tomorrow, if you like."

Rose nodded, her lip quivering, but then Jackie stopped and let go of Rose's hand.

"I just need to talk to Marie." she said apologetically. "It's about the Transfer folder. You go wait in the car."

She watched Rose walk slowly towards the door and headed over to a group of women standing in the corner of the room. Rose continued walking towards the exit, but then saw the woman at the Reception desk out of the corner of her eye. Wasn't she talking to John earlier? He seemed to know her. And she was sure someone just said "Martha".

She turned, not fully aware of her actions, and walked over to the desk. The woman noticed her and seemed to panic, but gathered herself and smiled at Rose.

"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring her rudeness.

"I'm Martha Jones, Miss." she replied kindly, remembering her position. "Uh, sorry…about your friend." she added unsurely.

"You know John?" replied Rose, but it was more of a statement than a question. "John Smith, you're friends."

Martha swallowed, unsure of what to say. "We're…friends, yes."

Rose paused, feeling disoriented as the events of that day clouded her mind. "He said…you were with him when he fainted." she blurted out, the information randomly coming to her head.

"Um…no. No, not when he fainted. The day before." Martha invented, hoping it would pass for an excuse.

"You…know him." Rose said blankly, unsure of what she was saying, and Martha's eyes narrowed.

"Yes…" she said slowly. "Yes, I said we're friends. Are you okay, Miss?"

"He's not the Doctor." she slurred, blinking furiously. Martha's eyes snapped up to meet Rose's.

"What did you say?" she stammered unsurely. Had she heard right?

"He's…he's…" Rose trailed off and turned around, heading for the door. Martha began to get up, intending to follow Rose, but Jackie zoomed after her daughter worriedly, shooting a disgusted glance at Martha. She reddened and sank back into her chair as she heard Jackie asking Rose "Forget her, whatever she said. She's only a temp." with distaste.

Suzie chuckled at Martha's flushing face.

"Forget it, Marth." she said, smiling. "That's the infamous Jackie Tyler. Reckons she's the Queen Bee around here, since she's the boss's wife."

Martha smiled back weakly in return, her eyes following Rose as she stumbled out the door with her mother. "Mind you, that daughter of hers isn't half strange. Thinks she's from some other universe. 'Course, her parents aren't denying it, so I reckon it's the lot of 'em. Crazy, they are."

"How long have they been working here?" asked Martha, her attention turning to Suzie, who now leant forwards as if sharing good gossip.

"Well, see that's the thing. They just appeared, out of the blue, five years ago. One minute, it was just Torchwood, with Mr Tyler on his own, then this wife and daughter of his appeared out of nowhere! They're nutters, both of 'em. And now this John Smith's appeared…there's something weird going on." Martha avoided her gaze and she turned back to her work with a non-committal shrug.

- - - - - - -

Suzie walked down the pavement humming contentedly to herself, holding her jacket around her body tightly in an attempt to stay warm in the evening breeze. With the exception of that Mickey-something being killed in that attack, she considered the day to have gone rather smoothly. Looking forward to the hot meal that was sure to be waiting for her when she returned home, she quickened her pace, but stopped abruptly when she heard footsteps behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see what looked like a shop window dummy staggering towards her. She recoiled and frowned with distaste. Squinting in the dim light of the street lamps, she frowned more as it approached her.

"Who's that then?" she asked loudly, her mouth twisting into a slight smile. "Come on, who is it?"

She backed away slightly, her smile fading. "Now then, that's enough."

The figure continued to approach, but still didn't answer. As it came into view of the streetlamp, Suzie saw that it was definitely a mannequin, and dressed in a tennis outfit, of all things. Her eyes widened and she paused for a moment to stare at it, searching for some kind of explanation.

"How're you doing that?" she asked quietly, backing away as it speeded up towards her. She stumbled back along the pavement and her back came into contact with something moving. She shrieked and turned around - it was another mannequin.

"Just- Just stop it, now!" she cried, adrenalin and fear pumping through her veins. "Whoever you are, just stop it!" She tried to push past the figure, but it's inhuman strength pushed her back. Another dummy came towards her from the left and the one approaching her from behind kept moving in.

"Oh my…" She tried to struggle, flailing out with her arms and kicking wildly with her legs, but the creatures grabbed her wrists and dragged her away. "Help me!" she screeched through the night sky. "Oh my God, somebody help me!"

She was pulled along roughly, and lost her footing in the rush. Her ankles dragged along the coarse ground, the skin ripping off as her captors hauled her along impatiently, never speaking, never stopping. And then she blacked out.

To be fair, it's not a cliffhanger. Not really. Well...
Okay, it's kind of a cliffhanger. But it's not that evil.

Sorry about Mickey! I didn't mean for it to happen, but it's important to the plot development. :) You'll see. Reviews are Squeeness For Stories!