We're back in business baby ;D. So, I have mostly completed a plot line for this story, it's now just a matter of getting to the end I have planned, but I've got enough to go on for a while. Thanks for all your reviews guys! Also, forgive any possible misspellings...O.o

So I had a pretty good time writing this chapter, I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Something witty saying that I don't own Dr. Who...

"I just want you to know that I have no idea where I'm going," Amy said as she marched through the street. Rose chuckled to herself a little.

"Neither do I, but at least you don't look like it," she commented. Amy grinned as she moved through the street.

"I find that people don't bother a woman who knows where she's going,"

"Makes sense,"

They were quiet as they wandered through the streets, looking around for any signs of Lucy – past or future. Rose wasn't entirely sure how they would be able to tell from a distance if the Lucy they were seeing was their Lucy, or the Lucy from the past, but she supposed they would figure it out. She was pretty sure that being seen by her wasn't a good idea, mostly due to the fact that she would probably be with the Doctor. They had both agreed to try and stick out as little as possible; it was difficult, as Amy was dressed rather poorly for the weather, and the time period.

"I still can't believe that I didn't get anything nice to wear," Amy grumbled, pulling Rose's coat tighter around herself. Rose merely smiled sympathetically, when something caught her attention. There was a shout from somewhere up ahead, and people scattered, but soon began clustering around a certain place.

"Come on, I bet that's her!" Rose hissed urgently, and the two of them took off at a quick jog to the scene of the commotion. However, they did not need to get close to hear what was going on.

"Oi! Can't you see where you're going? I've got a vicious alien threatening the whole of this God forsaken place and you just go crashing into me like that? Oh, BRAVO, how sporting of you! How very gentleman like!"

"Look I'm sorry alright? I didn't mean to I was tracking….er, chasing…"

"Oh never mind, just sod off and leave me alone!"

Somebody broke through the crowd, and sprinted off, and Rose caught a glimpse of raven black hair. She grinned.

"OI! Did you just….? Did I….was that a sonic blaster I just saw? COME BACK!"

And with that, the Doctor sprinted out of the crowd himself, and disappeared down an alleyway. Rose and Amy looked at each other, grinning broadly.

"Remind me to ask her about their meeting when we find her," Amy said, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, will do," Rose replied. "Let's go see if we can find anything where they were coming from."

Amy nodded, and the two of them set off. However, they did not get far. As they made their way through the crowded street, Rose noticed Amy looking back every so often. Finally she stopped, and Rose kept on walking a few feet before she realized. She back tracked several steps.

"What?" she asked. Amy's eyes darted from one point ahead of them, to somewhere off to the side. Then, she started walking again, and whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"That bloke over there has been staring at us ever since the Doctor and Lucy went by," she hissed. Rose scanned the crowd, and felt her stomach lurch a little bit as she noticed a rather tall, think man not just watching now, but following them. Rose and Amy both sped up, walking briskly as though they knew where they were going. Rose kept glancing back, and was so focused on who was behind her, that she was extremely surprised when Amy's arm swung out and stopped her all of a sudden. She looked forward, and was about to say "What?" when her heart skipped several beats. A soldier, or a police officer (she couldn't quite tell them apart) was standing right in front of them, glaring at the two of them fiercely. Neither woman said anything for a long time, until finally, Amy found her voice.

"Er, sorry sir, can we help you?" she asked tentatively. The man's keen bright green eyes snapped on Amy.

"What are you women doing out and about like this?" he hissed. His voice was low, and sounded rather hoarse, like he didn't speak very often. His manner of speaking was also rather broken, and slightly monotonous, though not quite like a Dalek, (which had been the first thing to pop up in Rose's head) more like it wasn't used to speaking the language. He. Rose paused a moment – she had thought of the man as an "it", and felt a curious tingling sensation in her stomach. She gulped.

"We're walking," Amy said defensively. She too seemed to sense that whatever this was, it was not a human. Rose was beginning to think that they had found the right place. Another man joined him, and they both stared at the two women suspiciously. Rose swore she heard a hiss, but it might have been her imagination. Then again, it might not. Amy took a step back.

"Well then," she said brightly. "If that's all."

They moved faster than the Doctor confronted with a pear. All of a sudden, two nasty looking shot guns were in their faces, and both Amy and Rose leaped back.

"What the hell is that for? We aren't criminals!" Rose shouted. She received a sharp smack in the face with the point of the gun for her troubles. Amy gasped slightly as Rose staggered.

"How dare you!" she began to shriek, but a long fingered hand reached out and covered her mouth before she could continue. The police man leaned over at her.

"Get in," he snarled softly.

Get in what? Rose wondered. Amy seemed to be thinking along the same lines. As if they had read their minds (could they?), a small two horse coach (With curtains, how very convenient, Rose thought bitterly.)pulled up to where they were. It looked old and musty, and it smelled disgusting. Rose gave the soldier a dirty look.

"You're kidding right?"

WHACK!

Nope.

As Rose sat in the carriage, moodily rubbing her nose, which had finally stopped bleeding, she tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. She would have tried to discuss an escape plan with Amy if she hadn't been worried about the driver overhearing. The carriage moved slowly through London, with soldiers on either side – Rose ventured to guess that there were probably a dozen of them or so. Perfect. On the bright side, Lucy was still at large, and hopefully she had not been captured already.

She was surprised that they had not bound their hands, but when she grabbed her cell phone to try and possibly get a message to the Doctor, she realized that there was no signal. That could only mean one thing: Aliens. Rose sighed heavily, and showed her phone to Amy.

"No signal," she said dully. Amy stared at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amy said, eyebrows raised. She looked extremely irritated.

"This phone can call anywhere in the universe, at any time," Rose explained. Amy nodded.

"Oh, right, he did that to mine too…pity I don't have it with me…" she mumbled. Rose didn't blame her – if she had been on a walk in the woods with her husband, she probably wouldn't have thought about it either. Her mind drifted a little, back to when her and the Doctor's new TARDIS had been growing, and Rose had taught the Doctor how to be a normal person. Well, almost a normal person. Like that would have lasted. About two months after they had been dropped off in the parallel world, they had gone back to Torchwood, and the Doctor had been given a job without question, with a pretty good salary as well. They'd even managed a few holidays together. It had been nice…

They'd talked about the "M" word (so the Doctor called it, as he was still terrified of the idea of domestics), it was impossible to make anything a surprise these days, but the subject had dropped out of their minds when parallel Slitheens genuinely crash landed, and it took several months to get them safely off again without causing a riot. After that, more trouble, as always. They had not lived a quiet life before, and living a quiet life now…well, that wasn't normal, was it? Things had escalated, and suddenly, several years had gone by, and there they were, Rose Tyler and the Doctor. Together, happy, but Rose still had yet to see that elusive little ring on her finger, the topic always fading away in the excitement of Torchwood.

"Where are we going?" Amy wondered aloud. Rose snapped herself back to the present, and stared out of Amy's window. The buildings had suddenly become rather sparse, and Rose remembered that this was the early 19th century…it didn't take long to get out of town. She felt a little tug of fear in her stomach, but calmed herself down.

It was remarkable how calm and collected the two women remained, but it happens to you when you travel with the Doctor. Though they had their doubts, they were both working on a plan, and they were both thinking of Lucy, whom they had a feeling was still out there. Rose began tapping her fingers on her knee to pass the time. Amy rested her chin on her palms, staring at the rear end of the driver for a lack of anything better to stare at. At least he was good looking. They rolled across a bridge, and finally out into a field, where the carriage rolled to stop, and loud hisses and angry voices could be heard. Now Rose was starting to get nervous, and it seemed as though Amy was thinking the same, because they both reached out for the others hand at the same moment. They made eye contact briefly, preparing themselves, and then the doors opened, and they were ushered out.

"Don't worry, we're not going to try and escape, no need to point," Amy said irritably, but softly as she stared down the barrel of a shotgun.

"Quiet!" one of them hissed. Amy put her hands on her hips. Rose could tell she was getting agitated, and scared, and she smiled a little as she kept her cool. Rose really liked Amy. She turned her attention to the soldier, standing in front of them, and surveyed their situation. There were ten soldiers surrounding them, plus two sitting on the carriage, making for a grand total of twelve. Great. Panic was slowly beginning to make it's way to the surface. One of the soldiers walked up to them. He had a rather young, handsome face with light brown hair, but there was something unforgiving in his dark brown eyes. He looked at them keenly.

"Now," he said. He casually pulled something out of his coat; a small knife. He pulled it out of its small sheath, and began playing with it lightly, and he looked up at them. "Information."

"What?" Rose and Amy said together, genuinely astonished.

"The Doctor," the man said, his expression unchanged. Both Rose and Amy responded perfectly to this. They stared blankly at him.

"Doctor who?" Amy said blankly. Rose almost laughed, but contained herself, allowing her fear to overcome the urge to laugh. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The man raised an eyebrow at Amy, but said nothing. He looked to Rose.

"What about you?" he asked. Rose shook her head. However, she must not have been as convincing as Amy. "Now I find it hard to believe that neither of you has any idea what I'm talking about, when our Master specifically planned this just to lure you here," he said, leaning in closer to Rose. She didn't move a muscle, her jaw set, glaring at him through dark brown eyes.

"It is hard to believe, but sometimes the truth is hard to believe," Rose said coolly. The tall soldier narrowed his eyes, staring at her coldly. He played with the knife a little more, holding it up higher.

"Rose Tyler," he said softly. "He's seen you before. He's seen you in the Doctor's mind, the young blond girl, the Big Bad Wolf, so the legend goes," he hissed. Rose stiffened, and Amy looked confused. How did he know who she was? Rose was finding it harder and harder to cover her identity, seeing as she couldn't help the flicker of fear that passed through her eyes.

"Who wants to mess with the Big Bad Wolf?" Rose said in return, her voice remarkably cold.

"Tell me about the Doctor, and I'll spare your life," he growled. Rose stared at him for a moment, contemplating her options. From the way he was twiddling the knife, she knew he was dead serious, but how could she give him information about the Doctor?

"What do you want to know?" she asked suspiciously. He smiled.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said softly. "Where is the rest of your little gang? Where is he now? What is his name? His real name,"

At his last question, Rose snorted.

"I don't even know that, and I traveled him for a long time," she said truthfully. "Though he's often been called the Oncoming Storm,"

"Oh, I tremble with fear," the man said mockingly. He moved even closer to Rose.

"What about Amelia Pond, yeah?" Amy interjected. Distracted, the guard looked at her. Rose had half a mind to punch him in the face, but what good would that do?

"Who would that be?" the soldier asked her.

"That would be me!" Amy growled. "And believe it or not, I know the Doctor too! He's got a TARDIS, and he's currently roaming the 21st century," she said.

"Amy," Rose said slowly. "Amy don't."

But the man was distracted by Amy now. He motioned for two soldiers to guard Rose as he approached Amy.

"And what can you tell me, Miss Pond?" he asked silkily. Amy narrowed her eyes, and folded her arms.

"That's Mrs. Pond to you, and I'm not tellin' you anything," she spat. Maybe it was her tone. Or maybe it was the lack of information, and her stubborn behavior. What it was exactly, Rose would never know, because quite suddenly, he lunged at Amy, knife brandished. Amy, being quick witted, screamed and managed to get out of the way as the knife ripped into her clothing.

"If I have to bleed the words out of you, or her then I will!" he snarled furiously, his eyes flashing different colors…Rose did a double take. So they were. Green, red, blue, red, green, red, and Rose was reminded wildly of Christmas as she fought desperately to get free.

"AMY!" she cried. "No! Leave her alone, stop it! I'll talk, I swear, don't hurt her, I will!"

However, her words were meaningless, but Amy seemed to be faring well; until a soldier caught her by the arm, and their leader, eyes still flashing threw her to the ground, the gleaming silver knife brandished.

"I've had enough of this one, we can suck the memories out of her brain when we're finished," he snarled. Rose felt sick, and fought harder than ever. She kicked out at one of the soldiers, catching his knee and causing him to topple over, knocking the leader off balance a moment, delaying Amy's demise. She struggled frantically, but could not break free. The soldier regained his balance, and stared wildly, grinning like a madman down at Amy.

"Goodnight!" he shouted with an insane grin. There was a deafening bang, and he froze. His eyes bulged.

BANG!
BANG!

He stared down at his chest to see three blooming red spots in his chest. The already ugly expression on his face curled into a snarl, quite literally. His face changed, and all of a sudden, he transformed into a giant…snake. A snake in uniform. The snake hissed faintly, and fell over with a thud. Rose looked for the source of the noise and felt her jaw drop. A horse and rider standing some twenty feet away. The rider was smiling at them, the gun still raised, and still smoking. It was Lucy.

"Did you miss me?" she asked with a grin. Then, Rose swore she heard her laugh. "I've wanted to say that for an awful long time."

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