A man wearing a white lab coat pressed down on a button. Instantly, a light switched on, silhouetting the outline of a creature that the two men had been working on.
"The prototype has passed every test, sir. It's working!" Dr. Kendrick reported to John Lumic, his boss, and in many ways, his master.
John Lumic gave Dr. Kendrick a hard look from his wheelchair, "I hardly think 'working' is the correct word." He corrected dryly. Having his chair move forwards, he emerged from the shadows like some sort of bat, "That would apply only to machines." He added on.
Dr. Kendrick swallowed and nodded, "I'm sorry. I should say...it's alive." He corrected.
"Can it hear me?" Lumic asked as he eyed the creature.
Dr. Kendrick looked over at his clipboard and then looked at the creature, "It might still be in shock. Bear in mind the brain has been welded to the exoskeleton." He answered.
"Skin of metal..." Lumic started as he swiveled his chair so that he could face the creature, "...and a body that will never age...or die. I envy it. Do you know me? Answer. Do you know me?"
"You are John Lumic." The creature answered in its robotic voice.
Lumic gave a satisfied, short laugh, "My child. Mark this day, Doctor Kendrick. We are blessed!"
Dr. Kendrick's brow furrowed, "Well, it's not quite over yet, sir. We need Geneva's approval. Technically, this is a new form of life. And that contravenes the bio-convention. They need to ratify this." He warned.
Lumic shook his head, "And they will refuse me." He added on.
Dr. Kendrick grudgingly nodded at that, "Nonetheless, we need to tell them."
"And if I don't?"
"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but it's my duty. I shall have to inform them."
John Lumic frowned before he nodded, "And how will you do that from beyond the grave?"
"I don't quite understand..." Kendrick's voice trailed off and his eyes widened in horrible understanding.
"Kill him." Lumic ordered to the creature.
Turning around, the last thing that Dr. Kendrick saw was the creature grasping his shoulder. And then, all he knew was pain.
John Lumic, however, just smirked as he watched Dr. Kendrick's body get engulfed in electric blue light. With a yell of pain, the doctor slumped onto the floor, clearly dead.
Turning away, Lumic went over to the computer and tapped a few buttons, "Captain?" He called through the machine.
After a crackle, a man's voice came from the computer, "Yes, sir."
"Inform all staff. We have a new destination. Set sail for Great Britain!" John Lumic smiled at the mere idea of going home.
The Doctor sat next to Kayla, his arm wrapped lazily around her shoulder while his other hand idly stroked her ring. They were enjoying their time together while Rose and Mickey were god knows where.
"Doctor!" At the breathless blond's cry, the Time Lord tensed and glanced towards the doorway where Rose had just appeared, and she looked furious, "He is driving me crazy." She hissed.
Only two seconds later, Mickey headed into the room, his eyes sparkling with glee, "This is amazing!" He cried out.
Getting up from her rather comfortable seat, the Doctor pouted behind her, Kayla went over to Mickey, "I know, but the Doctor was just telling me about this button he needs to hold down for a while but I'm sure you can do it."
The Doctor was staring at Kayla, which was why he saw her wink over at her shoulder. After a second of trying to figure out what he wink meant, the Doctor's eyes widened and he shot to his feet, "I don't know," He started carefully as he strolled over to the brunet and the idiot, "he can't let go of the button."
"Well I think he can." Rose retorted suddenly, giving her boyfriend a large smile.
Mickey smiled right back, "Of course I can!" He chorused.
Kayla smiled just a bit, "Well good then. Doctor, show him the button."
While the Time Lord did just that, Rose shot Kayla a grateful, if a bit forced, look before she left.
Returning back to their seat from before, Kayla leaned into the Doctor, listening to his chest.
"So how long to I have to press this down?" Mickey finally asked after about twenty minutes, "'Cause my hand is getting numb…" his voice trailed off at the annoyed glare that the Doctor shot at him.
Actually yawning, Kayla muttered out, "You can let go."
Mickey grinned at the two. With a shout of, "Thanks!" he headed out the doorway, no doubt to annoy Rose.
Giving another yawn, Kayla snuggled a bit more into the Doctor's chest, his double heartbeats lulling her into sleep…a sharp staccato sound filled the room as the console exploded violently. Both starting, they jumped up, only for the Doctor to push Kayla to the floor when a fire started right where he had been standing.
In the library, Rose barely glanced up when Mickey entered. Not even muttering a greeting, she continued reading the positively boring novel she was reading. Had her boyfriend not been in there, she probably would have gotten a new one, but since he was in there, than all she had for protection from his constant talking was the book.
A sound like a gunfire echoed in the halls, causing Rose to gasp and Mickey to yell out, "Oi!" Smelling the recognizable odor of smoke, Rose and Mickey shot each other a sharp, worried look and then ran off to the console room.
Helping Kayla was his first priority, then came piloting his TARDIS.
"Doctor!" the Time Lord glanced over at the brunet who was sneezing and coughing in a chaotic manner, "Where the hell is the vortex?!" Instead of answering her, the Doctor shrugged off his suit coat and all but shoved it over her mouth and nose, knowing that the breathable material would filter the smoke.
"Brace yourself! We're gonna crash!" he yelled to Rose and Mickey, who had just appeared.
Like so long ago, when he had just regenerated and had gone crazy, he covered Kayla's body with his own, pressing her towards the floor and away from anything that might fall on her.
When a mighty crash that shook the TARDIS and nearly sent the Doctor backwards, the TARDIS – his TARDIS – was shrouded in darkness as it died, "Kayla all you alright?" He muttered to the brunet, who was still underneath him.
"Fine." She gasped out. The Doctor, however, kissed her softly before he rolled off her. Slowly standing up, he held out his hand to Kayla who quickly grabbed it and used it to pull herself up.
"You sure?" He found himself asking, hardly caring about Rose and Mickey.
Kayla rolled her eyes, "Now that I can breathe properly, I'm fine." She promised.
From the other side of the console, Mickey, who had been tapping one of the gas masks that had fallen from the ceiling, called over to the Doctor, "I'm fine. I'm okay, sorry."
Rose rolled her eyes, "I'm fine too." She also called, trying not to envision the brunet's painful death…
"She's dead." The Doctor suddenly said, his eyes wide with pain. Around them, a clicking noise came from the engine as it cooled down and smoke rose from the holes in the floor, causing Kayla to cough, "The TARDIS is dead." He whispered.
Kayla walked next to the mourning Time Lord and slipped her hand with his, "I'm sorry." She whispered.
The Doctor barely smiled, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, "I can't even fixed it." He murmured to Kayla, "She's perished." As if to test this statement, he pulled a lever back and forth fruitlessly.
"We can get help, yeah?" Rose said, watching the Doctor and Kayla.
Kayla shrugged, "We aren't anywhere. There's no help."
The Doctor nodded, "We're in some sort of no-place...the silent realm...the lost dimension..."
Mickey, who no one had noticed as usual, called from the door, "Otherwise known as London!" With a laugh, he stepped out of the door.
Kayla stared at 21st Century London, the Doctor next to her and Rose ahead, "London, England, Earth. Hold on..." He was saying to his girlfriend. Obviously showing off, he jumped off a low wall and picked a paper out of the dustbin, "First of February this year - not exactly far-flung, is it?" Smiling, Rose jumped down and looked over his shoulder.
Also jumping down, the Time Lord held out his hand and helped Kayla down, "This," The brunet gestured at the sky, "is London?"
While Mickey nodded and, popping the 'p' said, "Yep," The Time Lord rolled his eyes and actually shook his head.
"Your London?" Kayla continued.
This time, it was Mickey who rolled his eyes, "That's the one." He said in the way someone would say, 'Duh.'
"Just as we left it." The Doctor added in, now slightly glaring at Mickey for using such a rude, angry tone to his Kayla.
Mickey wined slightly at the cold tone and glare the Time Lord was currently sending, "Bang on." He agreed with, perhaps, not the same cockiness.
Kayla, with a roll of her eyes either due to the Doctor being overprotective or for Mickey's and Rose's apparent laps of brain power, pointed at the sky, "With the zeppelins?"
Their eyes widening comically, Rose and Mickey looked at Kayla as if she had lost her mind until the Doctor cleared his throat. Together, they looked up at the sky and saw, to their amazement, large, London Blitz like zeppelins filling the sky like large, massive airplanes.
While Mickey responded with an amazed gasp of, "What the hell...?" Rose smiled widely, "That's beautiful." She exclaimed.
"Okay. So, it's London with a big international zeppelin festival." Mickey finally stated with a shrug after gaping at the zeppelins like an idiot.
The Doctor gave him a sharp look, "This is not your world." He said solemnly.
Kayla nodded, "And to keep you from straining yourself," Mickey didn't seem to know if the brunet was joking or insulting him, so he kept his face straight, "yes, it is a parallel Earth."
"So, a parallel world where—" Rose started softly.
Mickey cut her off, still wanting to prove himself to the blond, "Oh, come on. You see it on films. Like an alternative to our world were everything's the same but a little bit different, like...I dunno - traffic lights are blue, Tony Blair never got elected..."
"And he's still alive..." Rose whispered, sounding horribly distant. The three others turned to stare at an animated poster in front of them. A man with blondish hair like Rose's was holding bottle of some sort of drink, wearing a very fancy suit, "A parallel world and my dad's still alive..."
As if in a trance, the blond started towards the poster, but surprisingly, it was Mickey who stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder, "Rose, I know how you feel." The blond, with a slight shake of her head opened her mouth to protest, but Mickey cut her off, "Remember my gran? Do you think she hasn't crossed my mind since we got here?" At the question, Rose shook her head, "I miss her. But I'm not going to see her because she isn't real."
Rose with tears in her eyes, nodded. Very slowly, she turned back around and touched the poster. Instantly, the poster sprung to life and with a smile and well placed wink, Pete Tyler said, "Trust me on this." And thumbed up.
Rose blinked, "He's a success, which means he isn't…he isn't my dad." She mumbled in a shaky voice.
"Trust me on this." Poster Pete said.
Letting out a little, small sob Rose hugged Mickey tightly, who seemed way too pleased about this. Smiling a bit, Kayla took the Doctor's hand and drew him into the TARDIS with her. Perhaps, they might get a little snogging.
If Rose and Mickey had looked at the billboard, or if the Doctor and Kayla had stayed, than they might have seen the picture change to a girl with a dirty blond hair and green eyes glaring at them. They also might have noted her name, which was Lucy, and that she was the most wanted personal in the whole of London.
A sleek, black car with license plate reading, 'Pete 1' pulled into the driveway of an enormous mansion. Dressed in a neat suit, the Pete Tyler got out of the door, holding a bunch of yellow flowers.
He was, to most of the rich people of London, a bit of a myth. After all, the creator of amazing inventions that London could barely imagine living without was rarely seen walking down the sidewalks of London. Oh no, he either drove or had someone drive him. Today, however, he had driven himself.
With a small smile at how, hopefully, shocked his…how shocked Jackie would be when he presented the flowers to her, Pete hid the flowers behind his back as he entered the door.
Strolling into the grand entry hall as if he owned the place, which he actually did, Pete Tyler looked around for Jackie, "Hello? Sweetheart? Only me."
Jackie Tyler, her blond hair piled up in a complicated hairdo, was dressed in only a black silk dressing gown that was very expensive. But of course, she didn't really care about numbers. Instead what she cared about was how completely idiotic Pete Tyler was. And of course, she was, as usual, ranting at him, "Oh. The bad penny. Was this your idea? Don't deny it, it's got your fingerprints all over it." She neatly yelled at him, coming – pounding really – down the stairs. With an angry glare, she mockingly held her thumbs up, "'Trust me on this.' Oh, I can trust you all right. Trust you to cock it up." She spat at him.
Pete barely held in a sigh, "What've I done now?" He asked after mentally counting down from ten.
Jackie rolled her eyes, "Have a look." She ordered him.
Still stomping, Jackie Tyler stalked into another large room that anyone would kill to own. Of course, that wasn't why she was in that room. Instead, the blond basically pushed past the household staff so she could point at the large banner.
Pete looked up at the banner. Why oh why did Jackie not like it? All it had was an innocent, 'Happy 40th Birthday' on it.
"What's wrong with that?" He finally asked, voicing his thoughts.
Jackie stared at him, "Forty. It says forty." She cried out.
Pete blinked, "You are forty." He pointed out.
The blond, however, didn't like that. In fact, her eyes, which were rolling at her husband's stupidity, also bugged out, "Well, I don't want the whole world telling, do I?" She complained.
"You're having a party tonight!" Pete pointed out, not mentioning that it was party he was paying for.
Jackie lowered her voice a tad bit, suddenly worried about the…the poor people around her. Lord knows that they gossip, "My thirty-ninth. My official biography says I was born on the same day as Cuba Gooding Junior, and that makes me thirty-nine, thank you very much." Rolling her eyes one last time, she somehow made stomping out of a room look dignified.
"Rose? Come here! Rose?" She started to call.
Mentally cursing that blasted Rose, Pete followed Jackie out into the hallway. Seeing a chance he held out…not his flowers to her, "These are from the girls in the office. Happy birthday."
Jackie eyed them once, "I've got hand-sculpted arrangements by Veronica of Reykjavik, and your secretary stopped off at a garage? I don't think so. And if you're giving out presents, where's my zeppelin? Everyone else has got one!" Crestfallen that Jackie hadn't like his flowers, they were very pretty, Pete slipped them into a hole in the banister, "Rose? Come on, Rose!" Jackie called up the stairs.
As if she had only just remembered that he existed, Jackie Tyler turned and faced Pete, now showing off her lovely diamond studded earpieces, "Look, you didn't even notice, did you? Special delivery. Got sent round today. Birthday present from Mr. Lumic. Latest modal. Diamond studded. Pick up signals from Venezuela."
Pete's brow creased as the idea of Mr. Lumic – sickly bastard of a man…and boss – had given his Jackie earpieces. Very expensive earpieces. Instead of complaining about that fact, Pete chose to say, "Why would you wanna pick up signals from Venezuela?"
Jackie stared at him, amazed that he would ask that question, "Well, I don't know! But now I can find out!" She practically yelled at him, more than a little angry and crossed. Turning away from him, she started to call up the stairs, "For God's sake, where is she? Rose? Oh, she needs a good bath before tonight, she's gonna be honking. Rose, come to mummy!"
A small, Yorkshire Terrier pranced down the stairs to Jackie, who was now, of course, beaming at her one true love, "Come on! There you are, my darling!" She cooed at the dog.
While Jackie patted Rose on her head and babied the dog to high heaven, Pete's phone rang. Wanting any and all excuses to get away from Jackie, he answered the call via earpiece, barely registering Jackie carrying Rose up the stairs, "Mr. Lumic! Jackie was just saying thank you. That's very kind of you."
Lumic, who was in his zeppelin, wheezed back at Pete, "Those ear-pods are handmade. Tell her to take care."
"Course I will, course I will. I don't suppose you'll be uh - joining us tonight? For the party? We'd be very honored."
At this invitation, Lumic rolled his eyes, "The world below can party. Some of us have work to do. My plans have advanced, Peter. The President has promised a decision. I'm flying in now. We'll be at the air slip by five o'clock."
Pete nodded, not even bothering to correct Lumic. His name was Pete not Peter, "Right." Pausing to check that there was no one Jackie could hear him – she had once put in cameras – Pete lowered his voice to what could be defined as a loud whisper, "It's just that I promised I'd help the wife out tonight."
"If the President of Great Britain can make this meeting, then so can you." Lumic pointed out, a bit of annoyance seeping into his hoarse voice.
Pete shrugged, "Oh I dunno, he's not married to Jackie, is he." He said, trying to make some sort of joke.
At the statement, Lumic rolled his eyes, "Five o'clock, Mr. Tyler. Famous day." With no other goodbye, Lumic hung up on Pete.
Pete, hearing the telltale click of Lumic hanging up, sighed deeply and wandered off.
Taking a deep breath though his breathing apparatus, Lumic pushed it aside to speak to his computer, "Voice-print access. John Lumic." After a pause to buffer, his name appeared on screen, "Initiate ear-pod override. Subject - Jacqueline Tyler."
Having passed Rose off to one of the household staff, no way was she cleaning that dog, Jackie Tyler sat at a dressing table, powdering herself.
"Activate."
She would have no recollection of it later, which was very lucky, Jackie dropped her brush and froze while the earpods activated, creating an arch over her head.
"Download - Tyler residence - February the first - give me security arrangements for tonight. Passwords, encryptions, services."
Jackie was still frozen as a copy of her knowledge, the knowledge that Lumic was getting, was taken from her brain and sent to Lumic's computer.
Seeing the information appear on screen, Lumic allowed himself a rare smile, "And restore."
Once the earpods had retracted back into themselves, Jackie came back to life. At first, she just stared at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out why she had
dropped her brush. But with a shake of her head and a shrug, she picked her brush up and continued to powder her face.
Lumic's smile changed back into his usual blank expression, "Thank you, Mrs. Tyler. Activate picture link." The ever helpful Mr. Crane appeared on screen, looking expectantly up at his boss, "Mr. Crane?"
Mr. Crane didn't even blink, "Mr. Lumic?" He replied back.
"Events are moving faster than I anticipated. I need extra staff." Lumic ordered.
Mr. Crane nodded, "Very good, sir. I shall go on a recruitment drive."
Sitting in the passenger seat of a lorry, he barely looked over at the driver, "Back her up." Very slowly, the lorry pulled backwards.
While the Doctor had walked – stomped – into the dead TARDIS, Kayla had stayed outside long enough to see Rose and Mickey head off to a secluded bench to just sit. Figuring they'd be all right, the brunet went into the TARDS again.
The instant she was in the machine however, she saw the Doctor staring sullenly at the floor from the chair.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
Kayla tilted her head, "Why? This was an accident." The Doctor looked over at her and patted the seat next to him, prompting the brunet to head over and, of course, snuggle into his chest, "We'll be able to leave. We can do it." Kayla whispered, feeling the Doctor tense just a bit.
Rose and Mickey sat down on a bench by the bank of the Thames. While Mickey kept a string of random comments about the parallel world, "I wonder if their Thames is more polluted." or, "Are the zeppelins boats or something?" Rose stared at the sky, deep in thought.
The zeppelins, she had discovered, were very relaxing. What with their soft chugging and slow, steady movement. One particular zeppelin had an odd 'C' on it, a logo of sorts on the bottom. It was, Rose realized, much lower in the sky than the other ones. And, if she squinted really hard, it was clear that it was made of a nicer, richer, texture than the other ones.
Then, something odd happened. Her phone (and Mickey's but who cares about him?) beeped loudly enough for the blond to be able to hear it from her pocket. Confused, she slipped her phone out only to be greeted with a message that said, 'Welcome – free trial period.'
Mickey, who had been looking over her shoulder, quickly took out his own phone and read the same message, "You press the select button. Your phone has better audio."
Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's demand, Rose selected the button and, instantly, a video footage of what they both assumed to be the news, started to play, "... And it's good news for Great Britain as John Lumic returns to the country of his birth. Mr. Lumic, the inventor of high-content metal, has denied allegations of ill health."
A video of a man that Rose and Mickey assumed to be 'Mr. Lumic' started, "We're all flesh and blood, but the brain is what makes us human. And my mind is more creative than ever."
The newsreader came back into view, "With shares in Cybus Industries doubling in price, Mr. Lumic..."
Rose glanced back up at the zeppelin, now recognizing the 'C' logo as the Cybus Industries logo. It was, she decided, rather stupid. But then again, Mr. Lumic had looked rather sick…
Had she been paying attention like Mickey was, than she would have picked up on the newsreader mentioning Torchwood. Instead, she just rolled her eyes at Mickey's gasp. He was probably just joking.
The Doctor and Kayla were just staring around the dark, empty TARDIS. It was too silent, too broken.
"We need to get out of here." Kayla stated randomly.
The Doctor let out a gusty sigh, "I only wish we-what's that?" At the sudden change from hopelessness to shock and careful excitement in his voice. Kayla looked sharply up at him.
"What's what?" She asked sharply, starting to get excited.
With a shaking hand, the Doctor pointed one long index finger at what appeared to be a small – tiny really – green light glowing beneath the console.
"That there - is that a reflection?" Shrugging, Kayla got up and ran to the light, peering at it quizzically. The Doctor, who had followed her, let out a soft whoop of joy, "It's a light! Is it? Is that a light? I think that's a light! That's all we need!" Both digging their finger into the holes, they pulled the floor up, "We've got power! Kayla, we've got power! Ha!" The Doctor yelled out.
Kayla grinned widely and wrapped her arms around the Time Lord's neck. Turning his face a bit, she kissed him deeply.
It was, they both decided, one of the best celebrations they'd both experienced.
The most wanted person in the whole of London, known by, 'L' to the rest of London underground, crouched behind multiple dustbins next to a spikey blond hair man named Jake as they watched a lone lorry back into a scrap yard.
"Oh no." L whispered.
Jake made a harsh shushing noise as a man they both recognized as Mr. Crane walked out of the truck, only pausing to pat the back of the lorry, "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! I beg your attention. Christmas has come early, so come and get it." He yelled out as two men let down a ramp from the back of the lorry.
"Stop them Jake." L begged.
Jake rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Lu," L or Lu, shuddered at the use of the nickname, "If I go out there, they'll see me and force me to join them. Best to watch."
"Pork...chicken...and hot, sweet tea. All for free." Mr. Crane continued.
Lu rolled her eyes, "The sad thing is that they're so tired that they believe it."
Jake sighed, "This is why I take Rickey. He doesn't talk." He hissed back at Lu.
The dirty blond mocked pout at the slight against her and, her facial expression suddenly changing into a slightly evil smirk, she pushed the man from behind the dustbins and towards a random person.
"Don't do that!" Jake shouted at Lu, but the man took it as directed to him.
"Oh, but there's food!" He whined.
As if to second that statement, Mr. Crane waved his arms widely as he ushered the homeless men into the lorry, "All you can eat, free of charge. Don't just stand there! Fill your faces with pasty and..."
Jake frowned, "He's lying." He protested as he brushed the dirt of his clothes.
The man rolled his eyes, "It's easy for you to say. When did you last starve?"
Jake nearly let out a sigh, "All those people disappearing off the streets. It's been going on for months. It's them. They're taking you away." He tried. Honestly, he was seriously going to get back at Lu.
"What for?" the man asked.
Jake lowered his voice, "Experiments." He warned darkly.
The man looked from Jake to the lorry, his internal conflict clear on his face, "Oh, I'm so hungry..." He whined.
Without a second glance, the man headed over to the lorry, "So, come and get it while it's hot!" the man started to laugh, "That's it, kind sir! Get in there and fill your face!" While he got into the lorry, Jake went back to the dustbins and crouched behind them again and started to film the lorry, "Feast yourself, brother. Feast yourself."
After a few seconds, yelled of pain and horror filled the area as the men were experimented on, "Take them away."
Both Lu and Jake winced when they heard the man from earlier yelled to them, "No! No, help!" Whatever terrified screams he might have continued to yell where cut off by the lorry doors closing.
Once the suddenly troublesome floor panels had been moved aside, the Doctor, making sure that Kayla didn't follow, jumped into the hole and smiled at her, "It's alive!" He cried out happily.
Kayla grinned, "Enough to get us home?" She questioned.
The Doctor frowned, "Not yet." He answered with a small shake of his head.
Getting up from the small hole he had made, he hurried over to his chair and patted the spot beside him, "I need to charge it up." He explained to Kayla once she had sat down.
"Well hurry up then." Kayla ordered with a grin.
The Doctor also started to grin. Cupping his hands around the power cell, he gently blowed on it. Reacting to the breath, the power cell lit up brightly, "I just gave away ten years of my life. Worth every second!" He giggled rather dorkishly.
Kayla rolled her eyes, "Always." She agreed, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Rose glanced over at Mickey, only to see him otherwise occupied with the zeppelins. Struggling not to grin, she very carefully typed in her father's name on her phone.
After their second celebration snog, the Doctor and Kayla watched as the power cell started to dim.
"It's on a recharging cycle." The Doctor had explaned...at some point, "It'll loop round, power back up and be ready to take us home in - oh - twenty-four hours?"
Kayla grinned at the information, "Good."
And then...the third celebration snog started, and as always, it was the Doctor who pulled away, "We should tell Rose and Mickey." He muttered, sounding like that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Kayla pouted a bit, "But I'm comfortable." She whined, motioning down to the Doctor's...well...lap that she was sitting on.
Despite how comfortable Kayla, and the Doctor, were, they somehow left the TARDIS and went over to Rose and Mickey, who were lounging on a bench, "There you are! You all right? No applause, I fixed it!" With a grin that was more of smirk, he showed the two the power cell, "Twenty-four hours, then we're flying back to reality."
Wrapping an arm around Kayla's waist, the two leaned against the wall next to the bench, the Time Lord's smirkish grin fading when Rose and Mickey said nothing.
Finally, Kayla spoke, "Who'd you fine?"
The Doctor's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"
In answer, Kayla waved her hand to the phone that Rose was clutching tightly in her hand, "There's no Rose Tyler. I was never born. There's Pete, my dad, and Jackie...he still married mum...but they never had kids." She muttered.
Mickey sighed, "And my gran. She died in...in our London. But she's still alive."
Kayla and the Doctor glanced at each other, a short conversation happened between their mental link, which was growing more powerful.
'You sure?' Kayla mentaly asked.
The Doctor let out a mental gusty sigh, 'Fine. But stay safe.'
Turning to Rose, the Doctor forced a smile, "Kayla's going with you and your idiot boyfriend," ("Oi!" Mickey had cried out) "and me are going…wherever he wants to go."
Mickey, who, of course, had been listening, raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at Kayla. If anything, he had assumed that she was going with him since she and Rose didn't seem to get along. At all.
So I'm writing this on a surface...I WANT MY LAPTOP BACK!
FYI for all children: DO NOT GET GROUNDED!
So yeah. But on the upside, I'm going to get a new laptop soon, so yay!
Wow, this is turning out to be a long A/N, but since it's a new month, it's time to do some announcements.
First of all (And you might have seen this on Dying Light) but I'm going on a week long cruise so my stories might be delayed a bit. Don't worry though, the cruise is at the end of the month.
Second of all, at the end of the last chapter of my stories, I will now sort of update my character and explain creative ideas.
And now (finally) review time...AND WE'RE OVER DARK BEAUTY - SWEET EVIL:
dream lightning: Rose will be pretty horrible.
NicoleR85: Rose will not outright destroy the relationship, but she will be the cause of some tension between Kayla and the Doctor.
Maren the fangirl: I'm horrible at ship names...but I think Kete will work...