Part Two:

"I demand to see the judge right this instant!" he shouted impotently as he yanked on the bars. Their jailors had been genre-savvy, stripping him and his family down to their pants, thus depriving them of their usual escape routes…Though at least they had given them a blanket.

"Done yet?" Rose asked calmly as she sat in her undergarments, Harry curled up next to her in his skivvies and the blanket.

Frustrated, he nodded.

"Good, budge up Harry," she stood up, crossing to the door and squatting down to examine the lock. She laughed, "Idiots!"

"What?" The Doctor bent down next to her, looking over and thinking he had missed something.

"I'd be able to pick this in my sleep." She giggled, reaching into one of the cups of her bra, only to pull out a rolled up bundle. She laid the bundle on the floor and unrolled it to reveal a lock-picking set. She picked up her tools and set to work.

"What!" The Doctor yelped, "Since when can you—?"

"Keep yellin' Doctor, draw 'em right towards us yeah?" she snorted, shaking her head, "Jimmy Stone taught me the basics, bad sort he was, Jack worked with me some, both of us agreed tha' it'd be useful ta have 'round you. Worked a bit on my own, then got some more trainin' in Pete's World..." she worked, her tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrated, "Almost…got…it!" the lock clicked loose and she packed away her kit.

She went back to Harry, gathering him up close to her body. With a glance she and the Doctor took off running together, hoping to at least get a little headway on their captors.

Unfortunately, they tripped some sort of sensors and soon had an army of guards after them. They were cornered in an office, The Doctor had barricaded the door and told Harry to stay low as he and Rose looked for a way out.

"The vents!" Rose exclaimed, pointing up. The grating popped off before they even touched it, falling into a heap.

"Here," the Doctor cupped his hands, "You get up there, I'll pass Harry and then follow."

Reluctantly she nodded and he boosted her up, watching as she scrambled and scrabbled for purchase and grip.

The door buckled menacingly as Harry was passed up and gave way just as the Doctor climbed up and his ankles were dangling.

The guards grabbed them and began pulling him out. Rose grabbed him by his elbows and pulled him in. A game of tug of war commenced, the Time Lord the rope, however the guards had more manpower and quickly won.

"Go!" The Doctor told Rose and Harry, "Go on! I'll be fine!"

"B—" Rose started determinedly.

"Go!" and he was gone, captured again.

Rose and Harry took off, crawling as quickly as they could manage. Harry was ahead of his mother, that way anyone would have to go through her first.

They crawled and crawled, seemingly for hours before they came to another grate. Harry moved beyond it, twisting around to face his mother who had retrieved her tools once again.

Carefully she unbolted it and moved it aside.

"Don' come down 'til I say so,' she ordered Harry who nodded.

Slowly, carefully she lowered herself down feet first, letting go when the drop was tiny.

"Excuse me," a voice spoke from behind her and she froze, slowly, reluctantly turning around to the speaker, "might I inquire as to why you've dropped from the vents into my office?"

It was a cat-woman, dressed in robes of blue. Her fur was fine and a grey color while her eyes were blue. She seemed wary of the intruder but also curious.

During the split second of silence Rose's brain fired at full speed, trying to decide whether to try escaping, possibly alerting them to Harry's location, or causing a distraction to give him time to get away and she possibly being brought back to the Doctor.

'Or,' the thought sprang, 'Words might work.'

"Wait," the cat-woman said, "Let me guess, you were arrested for something small and stupid and are now trying to break out, or at least find your clothes?"

"Actually, yeah, pretty much." Rose nodded in surprised agreement.

"What did you supposedly do?" the other woman said tiredly, reaching into her desk to grab a notepad and pen.

"We, my family were playin' the games an' kept winnin' so the vendors said we were cheatin' them."

"Figures," the woman sighed, making a note, "Well, I am the Governor of this city, Mary Merryweather…Who might you be?"

"Rose Tyler," Rose supplied helpfully.

Mary's brows knitted together, "That name rings a bell…" Her whiskers twitched.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeell," Rose said, drawing the word out, "You've probably heard of my partner…"

"And who is that?"

"The Doctor."

Mary looked at Rose in shock before rapidly paling and demanding, "The Doctor? Madman in a blue box? Wears celery on his jacket?"

Rose's nose scrunched up, "He's regenerated a few times since then but yeah, madman in a blue box…"

"Sweet Sithis preserve us!" Mary swore, lunging at her intercom like device and saying into the microphone, "Attention, attention all guards. You have arrested the Time Lord known as The Doctor! Release him immediately and bring him to my office! Yesterday! With his property!"

Rose looked up and saw Harry looking down at her. She opened her arms and he dropped down.

"Who is that?" Mary asked fearfully.

"Harry Potter, mine an' the Doctor's son." Rose set her boy down, keeping a hand on his shoulder.

"And how old is he?" Mary asked.

"Four Earth Years."

Mary's eyes flashed dangerously, "Heads will roll for this; I can promise you that Miss Tyler."

"Good." Rose replied in a low voice as she lost sight in one eye. The eye began glowing gold, signifying that Bad Wolf was now involved, "My alter-ego wants ta hunt 'em down."

"They hurt my mate and scared my cub." A different, low, almost feral growling voice came from Rose's lips, "I demand blood."

"No, no blood." Rose argued with Bad Wolf, "You know we don' like spillin' blood."

She had seemingly forgotten she was standing in only her undergarments, in front of a cat-woman who was now looking at her like she was completely insane. She probably was anyway…

A whine issued from her lips before Bad Wolf retreated, the glowing eye darkening back to the natural warm brown.

At that point the Doctor burst through the door and made a beeline to his family, "Alright? No injuries right?" He was already dressed, although his suit was rumpled and his tie loose.

"Nope." Harry spoke as his father checked them over anxiously, "We're fine, me an' Mum."

The Doctor dug their clothes from his pockets and gave them over before he turned to the person in charge.

"It was all a misunderstanding I swear!" Mary defended herself automatically, holding up her hands, "The previous guy was a tyrant, jail and execution for everything type. I thought I'd handled them."

The Doctor glowered.

"Everyone will be sacked, I swear! And you…we'll put your family up for however long you want, take you to all the sights…please don't torment me!"

Rose laid her hand on his arm, saying softly, looking up at him with a gentle smile, "It was a mistake, love, an honest mistake. Not one she had anythin' ta do with either. No 'arm, no foul."

"Of course Rose," he agreed, shooting the cat-woman one last glare, "Had a hair been out of place though, different story."

"Allow me to escort you to the dignitary residence," Mary spoke, bowing deeply.

"Fine." The Doctor motioned for Harry to come close and then scooped him up.

Harry yawned and laid his head on his father's shoulder, extremely tired now that they were out of danger.

They were led out and to a house. It was a small comfortable cottage that wouldn't have looked out of place in a fairytale storybook.

Harry was settled in the smaller of two bedrooms, dressed in a set of footy pajamas from a family overnight bag that Rose had thought to put into the Doctor's pockets after her first few adventures and updated frequently. Harry was already deeply asleep by this point and so the three adults retired to the small kitchen.