A/N: - Hey, I finally got this chapter up. I know there's not much action in these couple of chapters but I'm just building the plot and characters up, at the moment. Ooh and don't worry Digby's in this chapter and Pigby's yet to star! PM me with any ideas for a Pigby appearance cos I'm stuck at the moment…

Lots of dialogue in this and I'm sorry for the late update – I was busy working on Series Three in Yellow, Red and Brown on Saturday and I've been fairly occupied all day! Thank you to a certain PM for reminding-without-reminding me about this fic!! Updates will be between weekly and twice weekly depending on my strange disorganised busy homework-clogged swine flu overreacted life.

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Chapter Three – Digging Up the Dirt

"Is she awake?" grunted Emerson.

"Digby?" Chuck trilled straightforwardly.

Not a minute later, a coarse sloppy wet tongue jerked Olive Snook back to life as her dark hazel eyes snapped open and back into action. The waitress shrieked at the giant mass of yellow before her, but doesn't do good to my heart quickly recovered as her vision cleared and patted her good pal, Digby, on the head fondly. He licked her again.

"I thought you were never gonna wake up," Emerson said to Olive, face sliding into view and the two familiar faces of Chuck and Ned joined him - and Digby, of course.

"Where am I?" Olive asked, rather dumbly.

"On the floor," supplied Emerson.

"What happened?"

"You had a baby. What d'you think happened? You fainted."

"Oh I've had the weirdest of dreams, I dreamt that this blue box appeared outside and there was this red-headed alien and," She rubbed her head. "You sure I just haven't just had five pints of Vodka? 'Cos it sure feels like it. Anyway, there was this cute guy dressed all in brown and he came to our restaurant and… hell's bells!"

The Doctor's manically happy enthusiastic face loomed into view, "Hello! Didn't mean to frighten you back there, anyway…"

"It wasn't a dream was it?" Olive was responded by a blatant shaking of heads.

"I've did it again haven't I?" the man in pinstripes sighed and asked the small crowd around him, as Olive drifted back into unconsciousness.

They all nodded.

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"Emerson," Olive uttered as her eyes fluttered open, again. "I've had the weirdest of drea--"

"This is not a dream!" Emerson warned, pulling Olive into an upright position – not allowing the possibility of another black out from the happy waitress. "This is the real world and that suspicious brown obsessed fellow over… there…" He jabbed a stumpy finger in the direction of the Doctor who was sitting comfortably on a stool, waving sheepishly and sitting with a red-head and a blonde. "is real, so accept it." Olive stared from Emerson to the Doctor and back, face point-blank. "You gonna quit gawking any time soon? I've got some rhubarb I'd like to attend to right now."

Snapping out of her present time trance, Olive reluctantly tore her eyes away from the man-who-owned-the-blue-box-and-had-a-cute-face, released her grip on Emerson's hand and jumped up, scuttling behind the counter – all the while with a furtive well-trained eye observing the trio in the corner.

"So what's the dirt?" Olive exclaimed vibrantly, intercepting Ned and Chuck's current conversation. Chuck stared at her naively. "Oh like you don't know: those three in the corner – especially the cute but creepy guy who owns the blue box."

"We…" Ned said, eyes shifting from side to side.

"You're telling me that, while I've been busy fainting and lying on the cold harsh tiles on the floor, you haven't even found out their names!" Olive cried out indignantly, arms flailing up in the air before they dropped back down to her side.

"Harsh is a very strong term used to describe something unwelcoming and neglected, Olive, but the Pie Hole is a very welcoming and very well looked after food eatery," Ned contributed calmly, them frowned. "Are the tiles really that bad?"

"I was emphasising my irritation at you two for not helping me on my mission."

"What mission?"

"The man in the trench coat is a doctor of some sort, he's even got this medical bleepy torch examining thing and credentials!" provided Chuck brightly, breaking the silence. "And I think they're all British!"

"Well that doesn't help me know if their aliens or not."

Ned and Chuck shared a flummoxed gaze.

"Wait a minute, if he's here, then that blue box will be out there," Olive said, crossing over to the backdoor, peeking through the blinds.

Chuck patted Olive on the shoulder, "Why don't you go out there and take their order? Then you can try and dig up some information about them."

"But what if they attack me?!"

"Olive, didn't you tell me before that you had several long standing restraining orders concerning your methods of self-defence?"

"Oh, alright then…" Olive grumbled, snatching some menus off of the table and prompting a beam from the girl named Chuck, as she dodged the counter and padded over to the newcomers' table.

"There are no such thing as British aliens There are no such thing as British aliens.

There are no such thing as British aliens," Olive's muttering faded away, as she distanced herself from that particular side of the counter.

Emerson forked the last scrap of rhubarb pie into his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, satisfied and full as he pushed the plate to the side.

"Now let's get down to business."

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Starting ten minutes, thirty-three and seventy milliseconds earlier.

"Is she alright?" Rose queried the Doctor with concern, as she hopped up onto a stool, eyes sliding towards the cataleptic figure on the floor. "Doesn't look too good."

"Yep! I gave her a quick bleep with the Sonic and told that nice girl 'Charlotte', I think it was, that it was a new form of technology in hospital – best just leave the Sonic at that. Anyway, she'll be as right as rain as rain when she gets up – just a state of shock. I think I frightened her a bit."

"You don't say…" murmured Donna to herself.

"You've met?" Rose added curiously.

"Just briefly," the Doctor shrugged it off dismissively. Rose raised her eyebrows. "What?!"

"Budge," Donna stated simply, as she nudged the skinny excuse of a Time Lord out of the way and seated herself on a red stool next to Rose. "What exactly did you do to that poor girl that you caused her to faint?"

"Nothing!" More raised eyebrows and the Doctor raised his hands up in surrender. "Honestly! All I did was say hello to her, when she saw me come out of the TARDIS."

"She what?!"

"Saw me come out of the TARDIS!" the Doctor repeated cheerfully. "Come to think of it, she probably saw the TARDIS land too… Ah, so that's why she ran off screaming!"

Rose was shaking her head in disbelief and Donna looked aghast.

"It's a wonder she didn't call the press 'ere!" Donna sighed. "She probably heard our 'debate' too…" She started counting the reasons off on her fingers. "A tiny blue police box appearing out of nowhere, a load of British accents stemming from the inside of a smaller-on-the-outside box, a hyperskinny man making his appearance; boy, you really aint any good at introductions!"

"Donna, like remember that time we got arrested as soon as we stepped out the TARDIS 'cos himself introduced us on the psychic paper as something offensive to the king of the planet?" Rose remembered, a grin spreading.

"Oh yeah!"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault – it was the psychic paper!"

They had continued to debate and argue, until the large man in the suit across the room had suddenly declared that the faintee was stirring, so they'd switched their attention back around to the blonde waitress and gathered round. They watched as an adorable Golden Retriever had bounded happily into view and licked the unconscious blonde's face, immediately awaking her.

However, the Doctor's attention was seemingly diverted in the duration of the waitress's conversation with the dark skinned man, and had found its way sneakily observing the girl (he didn't know was) named Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles and the ostensible owner/pie-baker of/at the Pie Hole. The Doctor had instantly assumed that they were a couple of some sort, judging by the loving, tender looks they gave each other and their obvious (well, to Time Lords at least) body language.

The Time Lord's concentration had meandered its way over to the pair, whom of which were both hovering over the now conscious chatty figure, because their body language had certainly caught his attention. The position they held their hands in the air as they talked and stood next to each other, showed that they obviously wanted to hold hands but needed. This stroke the Doctor odd as the couple hadn't seemed to have shown any difficulty expressing their feelings when he'd first entered and they'd been kissing… through a piece of plastic. That was even odder than anything…

The blonde called Rose had slipped the words, "Rude and not ginger." Into his ears, when she'd noticed him intently staring at the people whom she didn't know as Ned and Chuck, and the Doctor had jerked his focus away from them and back to the matter at hand. But the facts were these: this was a instant mistake.

"Hello! Didn't mean to frighten you back there, anyway…" the Doctor had exclaimed merrily and the big mistake was this: at the sound and appearance of the Time Lord, Olive Snook had fainted. Again.

The Doctor had again explained to slightly awkward male, whom had introduced himself as 'Emerson Cod' that the Sonic Screwdriver was a highly official but secret piece of new hospital technology. He proceeded to scan the waitress's body for a second time and stated that this was just a state of shock and repercussion. But, Emerson kindly but somewhat bluntly told the Doctor that it'd be better if he wasn't there because of the last reaction of his attendance, so he, Rose and Donna shuffled back to their stools and sat.

All six of them: that being, the Doctor, Donna, Rose, Ned, Chuck and Emerson, stood watching and waiting for the waitress to come round. But in the long wait, the friendly-but-slightly-awkward man, Emerson, had ordered a rhubarb pie and the brunette called 'Charlotte' had served it. The Doctor, Rose and Donna had shuffled back to their seats

The blonde waitress, whose name was currently unknown, had, at long last, woken up for the second time and was forced not to faint again – only greeted by the Doctor at a distance, as a precaution.

More events had happened and the moments in time had led up to this very moment, when Olive Snook clip-clopped up to them – a clearly nervous but determined smile on her face as she gripped brightly coloured menus in her hand.

Olive was clearly stuck for words as she silently handed the list of options over to them – not even saying a word…

"Err, sorry 'bout earlier!" the Doctor said optimistically, trying to start a conversation. "All earliers, in fact, especially the first earlier…"

"Nah, don't be! I'm sure its perfectly normal to see a…" A small frown embedded itself onto Olive's face. "Little, blue box appear out of nowhere and land in the back alley, with a cute guy in brown," Olive mentally slapped herself for blabbing again. "Skipping out to say hello…"

Another awkward silence.

"Complicated stuff that – blue boxes… Yah…" the Doctor nodded uncomfortably, not quite sure of what to say and still recovering from the small flush of embarrassment that had taken over him at the words 'cute guy'. "Anyway, moving on, hello! We haven't introduced ourselves yet. How terribly rude of me! Introductions: I'm the Doctor and this is Rose," The blonde waved and smiled. "and that's Donna." Donna repeated the motion.

"Doctor who?" Olive persisted inquisitively.

"Just the Doctor!" the man called 'the Doctor'

"Right, so if I saw you in the street and you robbed my purse, I'd call you 'the Doctor' and go after you, getting another restraining order for beating you up."

"Yep!" the Doctor replied, fairly intrigued.

Olive stared deep into his eyes, searching for the essence that Ned had when he was hiding something, but she soon felt the need to tear her eyes away as she somehow couldn't stand the depth of those dark chocolate orbs of his…

"And you are?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Olive!"

"So your friends over there: I've met Emerson and Charlotte was it? But whose the other one."

"Oh that's Ned, I call her Chuck – suits her better. They're… together," Olive sighed at the latter, but blabbered onwards. "Emerson – he's the P.I around here, Digby's Ned's Golden Retriever – older than he looks and Chuck – wait til you hear about her, she 's got all the good juice, and she even faked her own--" At that point, Olive stopped and clamped her mouth shut.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Olive cursed psychologically. She was supposed to be asking the questions and getting answers, not the other way round! She was going to give far too much away at the rate she was going.

They stared at her intently, but realised that Olive (hopefully) wasn't going to spill any beans and clumsily relaxed, examining the menus.

"So, since we're here, what are you gonna 'ave?" Rose asked, happy to break the tension.

"I'll just be, um… over there," Olive scuttled off quickly, muttering furiously under her breath. The trio shrugged at each other

"The Chocolate Satin sounds gorgeous," Donna said, scanning through the different options. "What do you think?"

"Anything with chocolate's a girls' best friend!" Rose laughed. "Though, the Kiwi cup-pie sounds bit exotic – might try tha--"

"OH, I LOVE THIS PLACE!" the Doctor exclaimed happily, a grin erupting and stretching from ear to ear.

"What is it now?" Donna shrieked in annoyance.

"Look at this!"

"They do banana pie! BANANA! That is just brilliant! Of all the places in America, we land in place where's there's a pie-shaped eatery that bakes pies called the Pie Hole that supplies banana pie! I don't know about you two, but I call that destiny!"

"Look at yourself! You're like a five-year old on Christmas mornin'," Rose chimed in.

"Olive?" the Doctor called out, causing the waitress to jump up in surprise from her secretive huddle with the newly kind-of-introduced Emerson, Ned and Chuck. "I think we're ready to order!"

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