DISCLAIMER: I do not own any and all things Doctor Who related. I do, however own my OCs: ALIX and CARRIE. They are MINE!

NOTE: Anything said in bold while Carrie and Alix are in the same room is said in their "secret language"

Chapter 2: We're Going WHERE?

Alix POV

The Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS and into the 21st century flat *cough* apartment *cough* and looked around curiously. The walls of the living room they had landed in were painted a cheery pale blue with a nicely sized TV resting on a cabinet. In front of the TV was a TARDIS blue couch with a couple of white row cushions decorated with the same shade of blue, sitting in front of a glass coffee table trimmed with wood.

A couple of original paintings graced the walls which had a matching color scheme to the rug resting on the bamboo floors. Rose appraised the room and nodded before commenting to me, "You have a good sense of design."

"Not really. Most of this is thanks to magazines and a couple of personal favors." I admitted, laughing slightly.

"That's a lie and you know it! Who else would've been able to make your library? Or your bedroom for that matter!" Carrie exclaimed excitedly. "You have got to see-"

"Carrie, my library is one great big spoiler! They could see my room though." I told her patiently before turning to the time travelers in my living room, "I modeled my library after one of your future console rooms, so you can't see it." I explained while the Doctor nodded his head in agreement. Rose looked disappointed.

"You could see my room though, and the doors to the library." I said quickly. Rose looked excited and I recalled that she had been very…

"Ugh, domestics. So excited about the style of a room and doors. Of all the things, why doors? There are better things to obsess over!" The Doctor rambled.

He continued like this for a minute before finally stopping. "Are you done?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. I think even you might be interested in my plain, old, boring doors."

He gave me a doubting look before gesturing to lead the way. I led them out of the living room into my narrow hallway. "Kitchen's through those doors," I said gesturing to a pair of opaque glass French doors, "Speaking of, Carrie could you make some tea or coffee? You already know how they like it." She chuckled before heading into the kitchen.

"This show tells you how we like our tea?" Rose sounded a little bit shocked.

"Just because it's a TV show doesn't mean it can't get some of the finer points right. Now this is the bathroom, spare bedroom and my library." I finished as I came to stand in front of the door closest to the spiral staircase.

They gawked at my doors. Rose actually turned to walk back into the living room to look at the TARDIS doors before coming back to look at my library ones.

"They're a bit different." She managed to say.

"They're based off a future TARDIS. You managed to crash land her and she had to rebuild herself."

This bit of news seemed to shake the Doctor from his shocked state. "I crashed her badly enough that she had to rebuild? Must have looked like hell inside her."

"It did." I said happily. "Now, we go upstairs."

The two of them followed me up the spiral steps and into my room. There were several exposed beams that stretched at curved, diagonal angles that looked almost identical to the coral beams in the TARDIS. The walls were a beautiful shade of violet with a silver trim in what looked like leaf shapes along the floor and ceiling. The ceiling was decorated with panels similar to those of the ones on the TARDIS. The bed had TARDIS blue sheets with golden circular patterns decorating it lightly. The frame of the bed had been painted a golden color, as had the dresser at the other side of the room.

"This is fantastic! It's inspired! It's…" The Doctor rambled on in awe.

As he continued praising my room, I nudged Rose, who glanced at me curiously, "Now who's domestic?" I whispered to her. We both cracked up.

The Doctor turned to stare at us. "What'd I miss?" he asked innocently, unaware of why we were laughing.

Louder, I said again, "Now who's domestic? He spends five minutes in my apartment and I've reduced the almighty Doctor to being fanatic about the style of a room and doors." I said, still laughing using the Doctor's own words from earlier. Rose started laughing even harder, so hard in fact, that she started to gasp for breath.

"Oh haha, have a laugh at this Time Lord's expense." The Doctor said sarcastically.

"We will!" Rose managed to say, before I heard Carrie calling us down.

"Have you domesticated him yet? God knows that if anyone could it's you!" Carrie called up the stairs, which caused Rose and I to start laughing even harder and caused even the Doctor to crack a smile.

All of us were sitting in my living room. The Doctor was sitting on the loveseat next Rose while Carrie and I sat on my sofa.

"So, where to start?" I asked calmly as I took a sip of coffee from the mug in my hands.

"How long has this show been going on?" the Doctor asked.

"Technically it's been running since about, I don't know, 1963? It started with your first incarnation and then it continued up until 1989 where the show ended in your seventh incarnation, but continued in a series of books which were published until 1997. In 1996 they made a movie called Doctor Who that stared your eighth incarnation and that was it until 2005 when they aired the first episode with the ninth Doctor." I explained.

The Doctor and Rose stared at me. Even Carrie seemed shocked that I knew that much. I glanced up at them, "Anymore questions?" I asked.

"What was the first episode in 2005 about?" Rose asked curiously. i bet she wanted to know what he had done without her there.

"It's called 'Rose'. It's basically when you meet the Doctor. The Nestene Consciousness, remember?" Carrie explained. Rose nodded, seemingly pleased she was important enough to have an episode named after her.

The Doctor was staring at me and I had a bad feeling I knew what he was going to ask next. My fears were conformed when he asked, "What do you know about Bad Wolf?"

Carrie and I glanced at each other then sighed simultaneously. "Everything we know?" Carrie asked. The time travelers nodded. Carrie looked at me and begged me with their eyes to tell them.

"I'll tell you what I can without giving spoilers," I said firmly, "but only that. Nothing else. You already know how Bad Wolf came about and what she did." I was about to continue but was cut off by the Doctor.

"What it did you mean. The Vortex possessed Rose. It was a separate entity." He said insistently.

"Do you want me tell you what I know or not?" I asked him, agitated. My temper could get the best of my at times. At his nod I continued, "I know a small number of odds and ends about it. When Rose scattered the words 'Bad Wolf' she created the Bad Wolf Virus which wiped all data on Rose Tyler form the Torchwood archives. The first time I know you encountered it was 1592 outside a tavern as a photo with a picture of a wolf's head and the initials B.W.

"To be honest there isn't much you don't already know. Anything else I tell you will be a spoiler for later. MUCH later."

"How much later?" Rose asked, her voice quivering.

"Soonest? You've got a few months." Carrie stated causally.

"After that, 2 or 3 years." I added. This was horrible. I hated knowing what was going to happen, but having so little a chance to chage it.

I resisted the urge to look at Carrie because I knew if I did, then I would start crying and I wouldn't be able to stop. I settled for looking at Rose and the Doctor with undisguised pity. Their relationship never got a chance to develop. A boy afraid of loving and a girl too afraid to admit her love until it was too late.

I sighed and placed my elbows right above my knees and burying my head in my hands. I heard Carrie whisper, "I'm sorry. I am so. so sorry." I heard her stand up and walk out touching my shoulder as she went. I knew she was going to go sob her heart out in the library, which was the only room I'd sound-proofed.

"I take it whatever's going to happen is bad then." Rose said in a frightened little whisper. I looked up. Whatever they saw on my face transformed their shock at Carrie's words. Rose's face looked terrified, while the Doctor just looked brooding.

"Very bad. And I have a feeling that Rose could do without your next episode adventure, because after this, it may very well be traumatizing. I almost wish you hadn't come. Your lives would be so much simpler, and mine wouldn't have become a giant bundle of secrets." I muttered darkly.

"Do you want us to leave?" the Doctor asked quietly.

"If you are give me five minutes, because I'd be going with you."

"You just said what's coming is 'very bad'. Are you sure you want to?" he asked.

"Do you really need to ask? But if I'm going, there's some stuff we're going to need to do first."

"What?" Rose questioned.

"Well, I'm going to drag Carrie out of my library, then I'm going to pack what I need and then, Carrie and I have a stop to make in 2006 Cardiff."

"What's in Cardiff?" the Doctor questioned.

"Someone who's not allowed to meet you yet, but Carrie's absolutely in love with so we'll be dropping her off there."

"You're going to travel through time and space and leave your best friend in Cardiff?" Rose asked critically.

"Oh please! I'm not stupid. She'd burn down the city within half an hour. I'm leaving her with someone she knows. But he doesn't know her."

"Is this another TV show?" the Doctor questioned. At my nod he asked, "How do you know he's there?"

"Because he's met you before." Was my simple reply.

Clothes.

Check.

Toiletries.

Check.

Doctor Who DVDs hidden in a secret pocket?

Checkety, check check!

Sketch book.

Check!

IPod, laptop and cell-phone.

Check, check and check.

One freaking excited Carrie?

Nope!

"Carrie, what do I have to swear by that I'm not lying? He said he'd take you to Cardiff!"

"You know how bad his driving is! And what the bloody hell's in Cardiff anyway?"

"An anagram of Doctor Who."

"You're flipping kidding me! You're not! EEKKKK!" Carrie screeched as she yanked open the door and pulled me into an exuberant hug.

Hugging her back I whispered, "You think you're excited, you should see my inner fan-girl!"

Laughing together I pulled her out of my library. Poking my head around the room I wondered if there was anything I should bring, when my eyes landed on my favorite necklace. On a slim golden chain there hung a large chunk of obsidian, cut into a tear-drop shape. Its swirling gray-black colors reminded me of the night sky and I loved it dearly. My mother had given it to me when I turned twelve, 'from one to another' is what she'd said. I was still trying to figure that one out.

Pulling the necklace over my head and tucking it under my shirt, I left the room, locking the door behind me. I made my way back into the living room where I saw the Doctor leaning against the TARDIS doors, his eyes closed and his head leant back against the doors.

Silently, I walked towards him and leaned next to him. I looked up at his face, which was a picture of agony, and murmured, "Would you like a spoiler?"

"Depends." He sighed.

"On?" I prompted.

"What you're spoiling."

"Just something that might help a bit."

"What then? If something horrible is coming to us and your eyes can hold such pity and empathy towards me, then what could possibly help?" his voice was agonized, and I realized how much he loved Rose not just as a Companion but as her.

"She lives, Doctor. From what I know, she lives, relatively happy with her mum and Mickey for a long time." I told him quietly.

"And I pity and emphasize with you both because it will be hard and it will hurt you Doctor, almost to the point of breaking you. But both of you live through it, sort out your heads and move on. And if I know you at all, then you're never going to forgive yourself after it happens. But at least you know she lives and she's happy."

He looked down at me, his eyes holding such relief there.

"She lives? She's safe and happy and lives?" he asks his voice painfully full of hope.

"Yes," I told him, "And she's an even better person for having traveled with you."

We smile at each other and together walk into the TARDIS.

"Took you long enough! Let's go to CARDIFF!" Carrie screeched her voice bursting with happiness.

"What the bloody hell is in Cardiff that is making you so happy?" Rose asked agitated.

"Don't worry about it Rose, you'll find out soon enough. You might be our ticket in, actually." I told her. "And don't mind Carrie when she's like this. She's gone into hyper-crazy mode. When we were 14 we had a sleepover and mass amounts of duck-tape. My mom came to wake us up and found us duck-taped a foot of the floor, sleeping against the wall."

Rose just stared at me and obviously thought I was kidding until Carrie added, "You see this is why teachers and the elderly don't like her! She's been called 'spitfire' by one too many people to not be labeled 'trouble'."

"Guilty as charged." I said with a grin. I peered at the little sticky notes stuck to the TV screen that were covered with circles and lines. "Old High Gallifreyen?" I questioned still staring at the notes.

"You can read that?" His voice betrayed his shock.

"Do I look like a Time Lord to you? No, I just recognize it from the early shows. You've talked about it once or twice."

He nodded and continued to push buttons and pull levers. As the TARDIS shook, Carrie and I started to laugh our heads off. We were riding in the freaking TARDIS!

"We've landed!" the Doctor said cheerfully, "Do what you need to quickly please! I'll be down here tinkering." He says as he pulls up a piece of flooring and jumps down into the network of cables and wires.

"Time to go meet our friend!" Carrie said excitedly while running out the door. I mentally asked the TARDIS to keep the Doctor from seeing the conversation we were about to have, while Rose watches curiously from the pilot's chair.

I walked out the door and heard Carrie give an excited squeal. I stood in front of her and slapped her lightly on the face and gave her a look that said take a deep breath. "I have duck-tape, and I'm not afraid to use it." I threatened. She nodded and gave me a look that said I'm ok now.

"Hello ladies! I see the Doctor has gotten some new companions. He's quite the womanizer isn't he? Certainly knows how to pick them." Jack asked, laughing.

"Hello Jack. Nice to finally meet you. I know you have questions about what happened to you at the Game Station, but the Doctor can't answer them yet. It would screw up the timelines. I've come to give you a new team member." I said laughing quietly by the end as I nudged Carrie forward.

She turned and gave me a look before looking back at Jack, "Sorry about her. She's rather insistent." I stuck my tongue out at her and she pretended not to notice, "I'm Carrie and this is Alix. We're from a parallel world where you and the Doctor have your own TV shows. We know pretty much everything about the two of you, and your friends. I'm more of a Torchwood specialist while she specializes in the Doctor Who realm. And there isn't a chance in hell, frozen or not, that I'm not going back Torchwood with you."

"And you said I was insistent." I muttered.

There was a beat of silence then Jack said, "You're British," to Carrie before turning to me and saying, "and you're American. That's good. The Doctor needs some Americans in there to keep him straight."

"Damn right!" I said.

He laughed before turning to Carrie and saying, "Looks like I've got a new team member! We'll be seeing you around right?"

I nod and tell Carrie, "If you need anything, call me. I'll have the Doctor do some 'jiggery pokery' to my phone. I'll call you two or three times a week. See you soon, Melody. Have fun screwing with Torchwood!"

"I will, defender of mankind. I guess your nickname's real now, isn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it is. Bye Carrie."

"Adios Alix."

I turned and went back into the TARDIS. I needed to practice my language. My fluency was slipping.

"Alright Doctor, where to next?" I questioned.

I couldn't help but bust up laughing at the confused looks on their faces.

"What did you say?" the Doctor asked, confused. The TARDIS hadn't translated it for them.

"Thanks TARDIS. I said, 'Alright Doctor, where to next?'" I told the still chuckling.

"But what's that language you keep using?" Rose asked.

"It's just gibberish. Carrie and I made a language out of gibberish. TARDIS won't translate it 'cause it's not an actual language. Or maybe she just wanted to see the look on your face..." I mused with a grin.

"Huh." The Doctor said, still looking miffed. "Well, off we go! I was thinking the 1980's maybe…"

I laughed as my adventure finally began.

My Lovely little language is called Chinese Double Talk. I really don't have any idea how to spell it or even what I could say in it. I only really know it because my friends Kim and Guita talk in it all the time, very fluently.

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