A/N: I wasn't planning on posting again so soon, but after getting positive feedback I thought why not, this story is pretty eager to be written. For the lovely person who asked, in my mind this is probably season one for 11, but it doesn't matter too much to the story how you picture him :)

~10~

The Doctor and Rose walked into the pub with matching smiles, sitting down in front of the barman.

"Hello," said the Doctor brightly.

"More new comers," remarked the barman. "What'll you two have, then?"

"Oh, we're not big drinkers," said the Doctor, "but we'll take some chips – do you do chips?"

The Doctor smiled at the enthusiastic "mmmm" from Rose.

"'Course we do chips!" the man said, with a nod, before moving over to the kitchen.

"Excuse me," the Doctor said, looking down at the girl a few seats a way, "could you tell me what the date is?"

"March 20th," she said with a polite smile. "1966," she added with a laugh.

"Cheers," said the Doctor, before turning back to Rose. "Well, now you definitely know I didn't land us here."

"Why's that?"

"It's a Sunday."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "So?"

The Doctor looked affronted. "I never land on Sundays! Honestly, Rose, when have you ever heard me say 'lets go to a Sunday?' Not once! Sundays are boring," he finished.

"Okay, okay, sorry… Hang on, you landed me at my Mum's on a Sunday! Last time we visited! Remember she made that awful joke about going to church?" Rose snorted a little at the memory.

"Yeah," he said slowly, like it was obvious, "because I didn't want anything to happen while we were visiting Jackie, did I? Sundays are boring," he repeated, picking up a straw that someone had left on the bar.

The man came back with their plate of chips, and the Doctor fished around in his pocket for some coins.

Rose looked down at the girl sitting near them. She liked her dress; it was in a pretty floral pattern. She even had a matching headband. It definitely wouldn't have translated into Rose's time, but in the sixties it worked well.

"'Scuse us again," said Rose. The girl turned back around. "You haven't noticed anything… odd, have you?"

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Like 'temporal disturbances?'" she quoted with a smirk, not expecting them to understand the joke.

The Doctor turned around, abandoning his chip. "Well, yes, actually," he sounded a little stunned, "how- how do you know what they are?"

The girl looked surprised. "I don't," she said, "It was just something that man said, before. He was very odd... he ordered milk."

Rose made a face. "Who orders milk at a pub?" she said, and the girl shrugged.

"What did he look like?" asked the Doctor.

"Uh… skinny, sort of dressed like a school teacher… floppy hair. He wouldn't have been much older than me, I don't think."

The Doctor nodded, standing up. "Did he say where he was going?"

"No," said the girl, still taken aback.

Rose stood up as well, with a small, reluctant glance at the hot chips. "We off then?" she asked.

"We've got a man to find, Lewis."

The pair walked down the road quickly, looking for any sign of the odd mystery man.

The streets were mostly empty, apart from a few groups of children.

"Really though," Rose said, sounding a little amused, "Who orders milk?"

She looked up at the Doctor, who was rubbing his forehead again.

"What's wrong?"

The Doctor looked frustrated. "It's that feeling again," he muttered, "it's like the Tardis but… but not. It's almost like an echo. One whisper and then another and then another."

He noticed Rose looking at him in concern.

"It doesn't hurt or anything," he assured her, "but I would like to know what it is."

Rose still looked worried, and he squeezed her hand.

"I'm fine, I promise."

She gave him a small smile. "Yeah well, just stay that way, yeah?"

The Doctor smiled back.

There was a clock tower chiming in the distance – it was one o'clock.

They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other, when they heard a loud shout.

"Hey!" A voice yelled. "Get off me!"

The Doctor broke into a run, pulling Rose behind him.

"So much for boring Sundays then!" said Rose.

The two sprinted to the side street where the yell had come from, but whoever it was, when they got there they were already gone.

"Urgh, we missed them!" groaned the Doctor in a frustrated voice.

"Doctor," said Rose, "come look at this."

The Doctor walked over to where Rose was standing, looking at the ground.

He knelt down and examined the few drops of odd, neon green liquid on the pavement. He pulled on his glasses, and then touched it between two fingers, smelling it.

"Is that… no, it can't be…"

"Can't be what?" asked Rose.

The Doctor licked his finger, tasting the liquid.

"Tangy," he said. "Bit too much acid… Blah," he made a face, sticking his tongue out, before standing up.

"It's krylanoid oil," he told her.

"What's a… Kirlanod?"

"Krylanoid," he corrected. "They're humans. Well, a branch. Well, sort of. They're the descendants of humans and kastians. Bit of interspecies breeding – remember Captain Jack and his dancing? And the krylanoid's were more than a minority; they helped shape the empire. They were some of the greatest scientists, philosophers, poets… Second biggest species, after run of the mill humans. But that's thousands of years into your future – what's one doing here?"

"And they're… oily," Rose said, looking at the ground.

"Only when stressed," he replied. "Like when you perspire."

"So you just licked someone's sweat," Rose made a face at him.

"Oi! I'm sure you've licked worse!"

Rose raised her eyebrows.

The Doctor stuttered. "I- uh – I didn't mean like – I didn't mean…"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever, I'll tease you about it later – so what would they want with the nineteen sixties?"

He frowned. "No idea," he told her. "They shouldn't be able to travel this far back, the technology is way beyond their time, they'd certainly never be able to pull us here… And why would they even want to?"

He tugged at his ear, still frowning.

"Whatever they want," she said, "they've kidnapped someone."

The Doctor nodded. "Doesn't exactly sound friendly, does it? They could be dangerous."

Rose bit her lip. "How can we find them?" she said.

The Doctor grinned at her. "Oh, Rose Tyler, I like you."

~11~

The Doctor stared in surprise at the sight in front of him.

"That," he said, "was not what I was expecting."

There was two armed krylanoids staring back at him: one man and one woman. The woman, unfortunately, was now pointing her gun at him.

The other, who looked very nervous, dripped a few green droplets from his free hand onto the pavement.

But it wasn't the inexplicable aliens that had the Doctor so surprised; it was what, no, who, the nervous looking one was standing next to. That was what had rendered him, amazingly, a tiny bit speechless.

There was a clock tower chiming in the distance – it was one o'clock.

Before he had time to begin to process the bizarre situation, the woman had reached out and grabbed him (with surprising strength).

"Hey!" he yelled, "get off me!"

"One to go!" announced the woman.

The Doctor watched, trying to pull out of her grip, as the man put a hand over his chest and pressed a small black button, activating an emergency teleport, and then the street was empty again.

~10~

Rose blushed a little at the Doctor's comment, and hoped it wasn't noticeable.

"How can we find them?" she repeated. "Whoever that person was, they could be in trouble."

The Doctor nodded, pulling out his sonic screwdriver. For a second, he was surprised when he felt two, and then he remembered their discovery earlier.

"Now that I know who we're looking for," he said, "I can scan for krylanoid technology. Hopefully they've brought some with them – ha!"

His sonic started flashing. "Gotcha! This way!"

Rose grinned. "You gave me some Spock," she announced happily.

"Don't say I never listen to you," said the Doctor, before breaking into a run to follow the signal.

~11~

The Doctor took a deep breath in as they materialised.

"I hate teleports," he said, trying to catch his breath.

He noticed the woman had let go and jumped away, rubbing his arm.

"What are you doing here?" he asked them, sounding annoyed.

"No! Better question!" He rounded on the third person. "What are you doing here?"

For the first time he noticed how upset and angry the man looked.

"What's wrong?" asked the Doctor, running a hand through his hair and stepping forward. "What's happened? Where's…" he trailed off as he noticed the man seize up in tension at the question.

"We're gonna corrupt the timelines," the man finally spoke. "But you've gotta help me, Doctor. If you are the Doctor…" he looked him up and down in distaste, crossing his arms.

The Doctor shook his head, waving his hands. "I-" he started, but the man interrupted.

"It's Rose," he told him, strong voice breaking a little.

The Doctor stopped, his worst fears realised. This was impossible, and wrong, and she could be hurt.

"Tell me what to do," he said.

~10~

The sonic stopped beeping, and the Doctor shook it impatiently.

"Come on," he groaned, "trace it."

As if won over, the device started to flash again. The Doctor grinned and kissed it.

Rose prepared herself for more running, but the Doctor was walking now, holding the screwdriver in front of him.

"Found something?" she asked, still a little breathless.

"Possibly," said the Doctor, "I'm picking up something in there." He nodded to the cottage in front of them.

"Doesn't look very alien," commented Rose.

"Neither do I," the Doctor pointed out. He put the screwdriver in his pocket.

"Come on," he said to Rose, leading her up the path to the house.