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"Angel – duh?" she said. Her eyebrows rose in disbelief. "You know, tall, dark, brooding…sexy?" she said emphatically, glaring at her sudden, skinny, silent companion. He simply stared at her, clearly unable to form any sort of reply. "God, you're of no use to me whatsoever!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air and flinging herself in one of the seats opposite to the sullen man.
She could barely believe what was happening. One moment she was in the arms of her oh-so- hunky man, the next she was in the arms of some weirdo British guy, in one of the strangest places she had ever set eyes on. The place was decked with what she could only describe as big fat tentacles hanging from the ceiling and joining together; they had a weird light brown colour to them. There were odd chairs, and there was bizarre metal grating on the floor, all of which were a variation of the colour brown. When she stomped to the chair, the floor shook a little.
She looked expectantly at him, waiting for him to reply to her comment about his uselessness — but no. Usually Angel would stare her down and comment that he was doing the best he could, but this man was NO Angel. Her heart panged. She missed him already. This guy was tall, skinny and had on a brown pinstripe suit, he had messy dark brown locks as though he had been running his skinny fingers through them in agitation, and he had large brown eyes. God she thought, is everything in this place brown?
She sighed loudly. What was she going to do? Wait until the guy finally started to talk? No, she said to herself, she was going to get out of here one way or another. She sat up in the chair and was about to open her mouth when she saw that the weirdo guy was right in front of her, his face furious. The words she was about to say, stuck in her throat and she shrank back a little in her chair, suddenly frightened. The look on his face was even worse than when her dorky man vamped out. She was more than scared. She was petrified.
He suddenly wrapped his hands around her arms and shook her. "Where is she?" he yelled in her face. "What have you done with her?"
"Ouch! God, that hurts! Get off me!" she said struggling against his surprisingly powerful grip. He didn't let go, he just stood there staring at her, waiting for the answer that he needed.
"Look I don't know where she is! I don't even know who she is! Let—" He suddenly released her in a howl of rage and paced the consol room, trying to work away the misplaced anger he now felt for the girl. It wasn't her fault, and he knew it. She had looked just as surprised as he did when they had locked eyes. He had expected to see Rose gazing up at him, her beautiful hazel eyes twinkling, his favourite tongue-in-teeth smile spread across her face as he told her he loved her… instead he had got an almighty shock…
"I'm sorry." The Doctor said, he shut his eyes and started rubbing his temples. "I shouldn't have lost control like that. It's not your fault that you ended up here, the exact moment I was going to— well…" he stopped talking, he wasn't about to tell her what she had unknowlingly interrupted between him and Rose. He looked up at her, apprehensively, expecting to see anger, or at least feel a well-deserved slap across the face. (He had just shaken her half to death after all: she was rubbing her probably bruised arms)
There was no anger; instead there was sympathy and…understanding. She rolled her eyes. "I guess I'm not the only damsel in distress in this room, then", she smirked as his brow creased. Then her eyes narrowed and there was anger. She got up and with her right arm, slapped him right across he face. He had known that he would get one eventually, but he didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did. He rubbed his cheek pitifully and looked up to see her glaring at him.
"But if you ever touch me again, I will kick your skinny ass. Got that?" He nodded. "Good", she said shortly, glowering at him.
He sat down in the jump seat opposite her and put his head in his hands, his cheek still smarting. She took pity on him and stopped glaring, for now. "So what the hell is this place anyway?" she asked looking around, once again, at the strange décor "cause it looks like something out of Star Trek" she laughed. Surprisingly, he found himself chuckling along with her, amused by her comparison. It really looked nothing like Star Trek, but he supposed that that was the only human reference she could come up with. They looked at each other and he could tell from her face that she was in pain too. This "Angel" (peculiar name, he thought) must be very important to her. He sighed. He was going to have to find out more about her to know where Rose went. He had a hunch that Rose and this woman swapped places. He got up and started playing with the controls getting the TARDIS ready for flight.
"First things first" he said, turning to her, "what planet are you from?"
"What?" she asked incredulously. Did he just ask her what planet she was from?
"What planet are you from", he asked slowly and precisely, eyeing her cautiously from across the room. He had a feeling she was from Earth, which would make things a whole lot easier.
"Uh…Earth." It sounded like a question. Where else was she supposed to be from?
"Brilliant!" said the Doctor jumping to the controls. "We can get you back in no time!"
She was completely confused. Then she got it. "Wait," and it took her a while to get her head around this, "Are we…are we not on Earth?" she asked, petrified for the answer. If she wasn't on Earth, then where was she? And how was she not on Earth?
"Nope we aren't on Earth." The Doctor felt he needed to give the whole introduction, since her face had lost its colour. "We are on my…space ship," He said warily. He didn't want to freak her out even more, although, it was a bit late for that.
"So um," her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears. "We are in a space ship? In space?" He nodded. "How?"
"Weell, I won't bore you with the details but we are in space. Look." He gestured to the little screen in front of him, and beckoned her over. "See, the Koranthusan Galaxy, home to 3 solar systems, 8 suns and 55 planets." He announced enthusiastically. His new companion didn't look enthusiastic. In fact she looked a little queasy. Rose would've loved to hear about this, he thought broodingly. He put it out of his mind, if he kept thinking about Rose he wouldn't be able to keep up with his act of 'I'm always alright', which he definitely was not. Breath, he told himself. I will find her. He contented himself with trying to be as nice as possible to his unwanted human.
"Are you ok?" He asked her, she was looking queasier by the second.
She didn't answer, she simply stared at the screen showing her, clearly, the "galaxy" they were in. This had to be a dream; this couldn't be real, could it? She had to find out; she had to know for sure. Without thinking, she ran to the door and yanked it open, ignoring the cries of "No! Don't do that!" and believing that she would see sunlight on her face and a street full of people, bustling around Los Angeles. No such luck. Her heart stopped. Then started beating double-time. She didn't even feel herself being pulled away from the door as she continued to stare. She had faced unthinkable things before, of course. Sloth demons, lots of yuk monsters and all sorts of green scaly things, but this… she had no words. She was in space. She looked into the blackness, and slowly felt herself falling down, down, down, into the dark abyss.
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