A/N: - Heyaaa people!! I'm very sorry for not updating in forever but I've been temporarily stuck for ideas. Then once I'd finally got it all down on paper and typed it up on computer, I had to wait a couple of days till it got the once-over by my Beta. ( star, she is!!) I apologise if this chapter drags on a bit, and doesn't have a point – but I just put it up here so that you had something to read and something to keep me on my toes, till I think of something better while I type up the next chapter. The next chappie will (hopefully) make more sense in the long run. I just wanted this chapter to loosen up the angst a bit. ! :D :D :D :D :D (Beta-ed by the ever amazing, sonicthecat7!!) Did you know that chewing a red paper Bus Pass, hwile you're waiting in the bus queue in the school hall is a VERY good idea. Red Buss Passes are very tasty, trust me, 'cos for every one minute we have to wait for the bus - I nibble a bit off my ticket. My friends think I'm barmy but their the ones WITH gum, when I haven't got any --*sighs* *sobs*...

PS: I've changed it to five months and not seven, since Bad Wolf bay, instead 'cos then, it evens out the time difference.

Two weeks later. (Still) Union Hospital. London. England. Parallel Universe…

"… Pete, honestly! I know it's not your fault, but it's all work, work, work with you these days!" Mum shouted down the phone. There was a brief pause in the conversation; I was sure poor old Dad was getting a whole earful. "I ought to go down to the office and give them scientists a piece of my mind! Yeah I know that! I know it's for Rose, that's what makes me even more worried… Well, I s'pose if it can't be helped… Take care of yourself then. I'll see you tonight or... whenever. Love you too. Bye."

Mum snapped the mobile shut and sighed. "Your so-called father can't make it again! I tried to tell 'im Rose, I really did! But you know how possessive 'e is over Torchwood and all…"

"It's OK, Mum. Dad doesn't have to come here; it's nothing that important. What's really worrying me is what Tony's doing to the Other Doctor right now!" I laughed, remembering the last time Mum hired a nanny for Tony. By the time we got back Tony had completely flooded the bathroom and the so-called 'nanny' was nowhere to be seen; so much for her. I only hoped this Doctor would be better.

Mum was getting tense now because today was the day I got my Health Test results back, which meant I would find out whether I could get discharged or not. My hopes were up because every other test had said the same thing about my health – there was nothing wrong at all. It obviously wasn't true due to the fact that I was in a hospital and very sick with an illness that had never been seen before. But the tests said what the tests said!

"Miss Tyler?" Nurse Redfern called, file in hand and looking as pristine as ever.

Her first name was Joan, though she solely insisted that everyone called her Ms. Redfern, and she was a widow. She didn't really say much about her private life; so I didn't ask. 'Joan' was quite old-fashioned and, like the early 20th century style, she wore and looked exactly the same everyday; same smooth and simple uniform, same hair in a neat little bun, same make-up, same everything! I never really liked talking to her regularly as she wasn't exactly the type to be hippy-happy friendly with anyone. Being overly bias, in my opinion, was also a huge fault in her manner. If you were of a certain ethnicity or sexuality, oh boy, you were in trouble if you came across her!

"Miss Tyler?"

"Call me Rose, 'Miss Tyler' bugs me," I answered, shrugging as I followed Mum into the Doctor's office. Just as I went in I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder and I spun around to face Joan.

"Um, Miss Ty… Rose?" she stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, everything OK?"

"Is John with you?" I didn't call him anything if I could help it, but everyone else who didn't know him personally called him 'John Smith'. He really did love that name!

"No, he's at home watching over Tony. Why?"

"Nothing, really… I was just wondering, because he said he would call me yesterday but… He never really… Oh look at me yapping away like that, never mind, never mind. Forget I said anything." She went bright red and hurried off muttering under her breath.

"Oh, Nurse Redfern?" I called after her. She turned back around. "Don't worry, I'll pass a message onto John that you wanted to speak to him."

"Thank you, Rose."

I smiled at her as she left. The Other Doctor thought I hadn't noticed that he and Nurse Redfern were getting closer, didn't notice the way they had become very friendly towards each other. It had been going on ever since we decided to just be close best friends, and they met when my pains became too obvious to be ignored so we had to keep going to the Hospital. Again, like Doctor Yana, the other Doctor seemed to have already known Joan somehow… It started off as embarrassed looks and awkward smiles between them, but soon developed into merry greetings, and then came to swanning off for 'private' chats that he thought I didn't know about.

He must've thought I'd be jealous or something; but why would I be? Things didn't work between us and I accepted that we weren't meant to be. It was his life, his Human life, so he could have what he wanted. OK, OK, maybe deep down somewhere I was a little jealous and mad at him for finding someone else so fast. But, other than that and the irritating fact that I wasn't a big fan of Joan and her prejudice, I was kinda happy he found someone special. He only had one life after all and, not the old life with all the fancy regenerations. The Other Doctor had a lot to get used to with his new Human life. I plonked myself down onto a comfy material chair and waited for the doctor. A couple of minutes later Doctor Yana bounded in, a handful of paper and radiographer results in his hands, white hair sticking up, his beady black eyes screwed up in concentration. He was an odd old man, in his sixties maybe, but when you were around him you couldn't help but feel that he was in a world of his own. I couldn't blame him; he was an orphan at the age of ten, found wandering the streets with all his memories completely gone. He never
told us anything else, not only because he wanted to keep his life private but he didn't remember half of it! The Other Doctor didn't make him feel very welcome either. When they first met he started claiming that Doctor Yana was a dangerous man, muttering things like 'Utopia' and 'Master' and 'evil' and accusing him of all sorts. In the end it turned out that it was all a misunderstanding and the other Doctor apologised sheepishly (receiving a slap from Mum after). Apparently, there was a version of him on my Universe in which Doctor Yana was this maniacal, chaos-creating bloke. He didn't tell me anything else.

Anyway, Doctor Yana put down the results and smiled at me. "Rose, how are
you today?"

"Oh, you know me, fine as usual!" I replied, being honest. And it was true - nothing had happened to me for two days running. Eversince I woke up from my five-day coma a couple of days ago, it seemed my so-called condition had improved, just a bit anyway.

"Ah, but isn't that the mystery Rose, trying to identify whether you are really fine or not?" Doctor Yana asked, raising his eyebrows at me. Why did everyone assume that if I said 'I was fine', I wasn't?

"I'm good though, nothing bad's happened to me in the past couple of days. Just the odd headache, 's all. Mum will tell you, won't you mum?" I glared at my mother hopefully.

"What?! Oh yes, of course, she's been in perfect harmony all of yesterday and the day before. So then Mr Yana, what did the test results say? Can she go 'ome today?" Mum pushed impatiently.

"Well, to be honest Rose, it would always do best if you stayed here for awhile longer because your condition is getting no better. Though according to the test results, I cannot find any fault. Of course, we all know there is something wrong, indeed. But who can trust technology these days? What with the world being so modern and nobody really knowing what they're doing anymore? Yet the Americans have still willed on to construct the ultimate space shuttle, to take them to the furthest reaches of the galaxy in the fastest amount of time.

"But, have you spotted their flaw Miss Tyler? I have. Because, without a stable footprint they'll never achieve escape velocity. So, only if they could harmonise the five impact patterns and unify them, well, they might yet make it? But they have failed to realise their simplest problem, and I don't think they'd listen to an old man like me. What do you think? Any ideas?" Yana nodded at me, beetle-like eyes twinkling slightly.

The thing was, Doctor Yana tended to go on a bit, and strayed from the point sometimes. Therefore I didn't understand a word of his space shuttle theories and just shook my head to be on the safe side. He reminded me of the real Doctor when he rambled on about his theories and his random stuff, but Yana was like him in slow motion, if you get what I mean.

"Um, no I don't doctor. So, you were saying, about my results?"

"Oh yes, of course! Silly me, sometimes I stray from the path, I do apologise! Anyway, as always the results have come back with nothing at all so it's a yes. You shall be safe to return home," he finished.

Finally! Progress at last.

"…But there is one thing," he paused. Oh, what the hell was it now? "We're going to have to, say, monitor your body for a long while…"

"Explain."

It turned out that I had to have this weird techno watch permanently strapped to my wrist for observations. With one press of a button it could tell me my heart rate, body temperature, blood pressure and other readings I couldn't really understand. The most important though was my bio-signature which would show my overall bodily analysis. Green glow, I'm great; orange glow, I'm OK; yellow glow, there's a hazard; red glow, I'm in danger. It glowed an emerald green at the moment which seemed to please Doctor Yana very much.

"So, we'll be able to keep a track of your location and your heart rate, but the rest is up to you. So if your watch turns red or yellow, even, you must contact the hospital immediately! Do I make myself clear, Rose?"

I felt like a little kid, getting lectured about 'safety' rules, but I answered cheerfully anyway with a "Yep, sure thing!", just to please him, even though I felt like a complete baby.

*

An hour later, I was all packed up and was in the gorgeous early-summer daylight breathing in the fresh air of the car park. It was the first proper air I'd inhaled in a month, and it felt like seeing the world for the first time again. I remarked everything as beautiful, but Mum pointed out that I looked really pale and thin in the sunlight. I shrugged it off, changing the topic. Dad sent his chauffeur 'Kingsley' to pick us up in a stunning black limousine and I piled my bags into the boot. I ducked my head and tried to
climb into the limo, but a sudden dizziness struck me and it made me stumble a little. Shielding my face from the sun, I managed to clear my head and pushed the dizziness to the back of my mind – for the moment.

"Miss Tyler, is something wrong?" Kingsley boomed in his thick Jamaican accent, pushing down his black sunglasses to get a better look.

"Rose, are you OK?" Mum asked as a fit of worry dominated her. "'m fine," I muttered, pushing her away. "Just the sunlight, that's all. It got in my way; not used to it, what with me being locked up for hell knows how many days. No worries!"

Mum looked sceptic for a split second, but then breathed a huge sigh of relief and slapped me on the arm. "Rose! Don't do that ever again, you didn't half-scare me. I thought there was something wrong with you again. Alright then Kingsley, let's be off."

I just laughed it off and tucked myself into the car silently. Right now, the watch shone a yellow meaning 'hazard', but I swiftly dismissed it and put the watch well out of sight. To hell with it. I wouldn't let anything spoil my chance to get out of this hospital.

TBC…

PPS: - Just wanted to let you know, that in the next chapter I shall be using Stephan Moffat's (not) charming little speech about the Doctor's ingenious plan of palming Rose off with a copy of himself. I feel like murdering that writer! No offence…

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