The multi-chapter-episodes starts from now! Heh. Anyway, enjoy reading and if have time leave a comment bellow ^^ No matter how later after the original release of the chapter, I always read.

Not even a minute after his regeneration, the Doctor was already out and about the console, flicking switches, checking the monitor.

"6 PM... Tuesday..." He began talking while turning a knob.

Rose just chuckled silently.

"October... 5006... " He had his all focus on the monitor. "On the way to Barcelona!" Then he straightened up, moved a bit away from the console and turned to face Rose, grinning as if extremely pleased with himself.

Rose was biting her quivering lip while standing a bit further away from the Doctor, unmoving.

"Now then... what do I look like?" he asked, beaming.

Rose gulped and was about to say something, when he held up a hand to hush her.

"No, no no, no no no no no no no." He was pointing a finger at her. "No. Don't tell me."

Rose snorted at him, her eyes starting to become blurry again, but was left unnoticed, seeing as he was too immersed into inspecting himself.

"Let's see... two legs, two arms, two hands..." He tested his wrist, circling it.

"Slight weakness in the dorsal tubercle," he stated, when his hand flew to his hair.

"Hair!" he exclaimed happily. "I'm not bald!" Rose looked at him fondly.

"Oh, Oh! Big hair!" The Doctor was still checking his hair. Indeed, big, gorgeous hair. Then he spotted his sideburns.

"Sideburns, I've got sideburns!" He sounded delighted at that discovery. Rose couldn't help chuckling. "Or really bad skin," he said, disappointed. "Little bit thinner..." He drummed his stomach.

"That's weird. Give me time, I'll get used to it." I'm sure you will.

"I... have got... a mole." He looked at her meaningfully. Rose nodded in understanding. "I can feel it. Between my shoulder blades, there's a mole."

"That's all right," he continued. "Love the mole." Rose shook her head, smiling.

When he was done with his little investigation of his new body, he stood up straight, grinning at her. "Go on then, tell me." Waiting expectedly. "What do you think?"

Rose burst out in tears of happiness. As much as the situation was nowhere near where she wanted it to be, but just by seeing him in front of her again, not in some sort of dream, but the real him, made her heart flutter. She missed him. She finally felt getting closer to the him, with whom she got separated from. She couldn't stop her tears coming out. It was happiness. But the Doctor seemed to notice only tears.

"Oh. That bad, eh?" The Doctor began to worry, picking on his ear. "That's a bit...sad. I guess."

But he didn't have much time to wonder, because soon he found himself in a very tight embrace of Rose Tyler. He stayed as a stone for a few moments. Certainly didn't expect this reaction.

"R-Rose?" he sputtered, momentarily beyond words.

"You're here," Rose exhaled softly, while nuzzling into his shoulder. It felt so right. Being close to him.

He giggled nervously. "'Course I am!" He placed his arms around her, hugging her back and patting slightly on her back.

After a while he broke off the embrace, taking her hand into his and brining her to the console. "Now then, off to another adventure?" He grinned at her. "Same as always, since the day one in that cellar filled with window dummies." He came to consider. "Oh, such a long time ago." Rose chuckled.

"And we never stopped, did we? All across the universe. Running, running, running... One time we had to hop. Do you remember? Hopping for our lives!" He began walking backwards while having her both hands into his and started hopping.

Rose started laughing out loud. "You are mad."

"Oh, come on. Hop with me. Hop hop." He urged her while grinning madly, making Rose laugh all the more.

He suddenly stopped into his tracks, like he had just realised a grave truth. "You are not gonna leave now, are you?" He looked at her with masked-but-still-worried expression in his eyes.

Rose's expression soon mirrored his. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No!" he said quickly. "But...your choice...if you want to go home.." He looked down at their joined hands.

Rose squeezed his hands slightly. "Yeh, I want to go home," she said softly and the Doctor felt a sharp stab somewhere inside him. He looked at her expecting to see... well, any expression but what he saw. Rose was just grinning at him widely.

"Wha-" he began, taken aback.

"Yeh, I want to go home, but not to leave. Just for a short visit." She laughed.

"Oh. Oh, that's alright then." His voice and face clearly sighing in relief and a grin back on his face.

He gently unwrapped their hands and stood near the console again, flipping switches.

"Cancel Barcelona. Change to... London... the Powell Estate... ah... let's say the 24th of December." He looked back at her, grinning. "Consider it a Christmas present."

"Oh, I love this present." Rose told him softly, beaming.

"Yeh?"

"Yeh."

The console was steadily moving and pumping, waiting for its landing.

"So! Back to your mum... it's all waiting. Fish and chips, sausage and mash, beans on toast..." he said in a hurried voice. "No, Christmas! Turkey!" he exclaimed. "Although... " He considered. "Having met your mother... nut loaf would be more appropriate," he muttered.

"Shut up." She chided him, while slapping him lightly on his arm.

"But it is true!" He defended himself, his smile back on his face seconds later.

"Come to think of it, I was a bit worried about your reaction to the change..." He trailed off. "But as expected! I mean... As always unexpected!" he exclaimed. "Never gain the reaction of Rose Tyler as you expect." They both laughed. "But good thing I only changed, I didn't-wahsh." He twisted his face in pain.

Oh, no.

It seemed to end in a few seconds and he straightened up himself.

"Doctor?" Rose began to move towards him.

"I said- wufsh." Another wave.

"Doctor!" Now she was standing near him, holding him steady.

"Uh ho." A golden piece of Time Vortex issued from the Doctor's mouth.

"Doctor." Rose's voice worried.

"Oh... the change is going a bit wrong and all," he said, before another wave hit him and he nearly fell down on the ground, his head down. Luckily, Rose managed to hold him up.

"Let's go back and find Jack. He could help us," Rose suggested gently.

"Gah, he's busy!" He dismissed her while leaning on the console. "He's got plenty to do rebuilding the Earth!"

Rose let go of him. "Yeh? Alright. Where is Jimbo then?" she asked seriously.

"That fellow is together with Jack."

Rose's face hardened. "I don't believe any of that," she stated, her voice firm.

The Doctor looked up at her like a kicked puppy. "Bu-...they are..." he said faintly. Rose's face not softening up. "Gah." Another wave. He breathed heavily. Suddenly a lever on the console caught his eye.

"I haven't used this one in years." He flicked it and the TARDIS began to shudder violently, both of them were nearly knocked to their feet.

"Don't kill us," Rose exhaled.

"I need a bit of speed! That's it!" He began to turn more knobs on, running about crazily.

Rose tried to maintain a more secure grip on the console, but she was slipping.

"My beautiful ship! Come on, faster!" He turned more knobs. "That's a girl!" he exclaimed proudly.

TARDIS started to shake some more.

"Faster! Want to break the time limit?!" the Doctor suggested.

"Just don't hurt the TARDIS." Rose chided him.

"Ah... let's have a bit of fun! Let's rip through that vortex!" he shouted out madly.

Suddenly he seemed to calm down for a second, looking her in the eyes.

"The regeneration's going wrong. I can't stop myself." He looked at her, apologizing. Soon his face twisted in pain. "Ah, my head..."

"It's alright," Rose told him softly and began inching towards him.

"Faster!" He violently sprang up into a standing position again, his voice back to being crazy. "Let's open those engines!"

A bell started to ring in the console room, announcing the emergency. The TARDIS was shaking horribly and Rose's grip on the console was loosening so she decided to hold onto something more secure.

"We're gonna crash-" He stiffened suddenly. "Wha-what are you doing, Rose?" he stammered, as he felt her arms around his waist.

"Holding onto something more secure!" Rose yelled out through the bell.

"Oh. Oh. Well. Alright then." His voice back to crazy. "Let's crash!" He grinned manically. Rose laughed nervously in his back.

Somewhere outside the Powell Estate Mickey and Jackie were pacing about, after hearing the familiar whooshing sound.

"Well, where is it then?" Jackie started to get anxious.

Before long, TARDIS came out of the vortex in mid air and now was bouncing off one block of flats, a second and a third. Mickey and Jackie had to dodge the TARDIS as she flew over their heads. After avoiding a post office van, finally crashing into a set of waste bins.

The Doctor was first to come out. He peeked his head out the doors and was delighted to see the familiar scenery. "Here we are then, London. Earth. The Solar System. We did it," he exclaimed as he came out of the TARDIS. Then he spotted two shocked faces looking at him.

"Jackie. Mickey. Blimey! No, no, no, no, hold on." He began walking backwards. "Wait there. I've got something to say." He made a circle around them. "There was something I had to tell you, something important." He was creating a serious atmosphere. "What was it? No, hold on, hold on." He literally was holding on on the two of them, hands on their shoulders. "Hold on, shush, shush, shush, shush. Oh! I know!" he exclaimed, making the two jump in surprise. His face formed into a grin. "Merry Christmas!" he exhaled and fainted.

Rose stepped out the TARDIS moments later, failing to catch him as the Doctor was already on the ground. She ran towards him to cup his face into her hands.

"Who's this one?" Jackie was first to ask.

"That's the Doctor," Rose said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean, that's the Doctor? Doctor who?" Jackie asked in bewilderment.

After joining their hands, the three of them managed to safely transport the Doctor back at Powell Estate, change him into pyjamas and lay him on the bed. Rose was already sitting on the edge of the bed, watching over him, when Jackie came in with a stethoscope.

"Here we go. Tina the cleaner's got this lodger, a medical student, and she was fast asleep, so I just took it. Though I still say we should take him to hospital," Jackie whispered.

"We can't." Rose tried to make her mother understand the seriousness of it all. "They'd lock him up. They'd dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race." Jackie began to say something, but Rose just hushed her.

Rose took the stethoscope in position and began listening to the Doctor's hearts.

"Both working," she said softly, sighing in relief.

"What do you mean, both?" Jackie asked, confused.

"Well, he's got two hearts," Rose stated nonchalantly, grinning at her mother.

"Oh, don't be stupid." Jackie thought she was playing with her.

"He has," Rose confirmed. After placing the stethoscope on the bed table, she started to play with the blanket covering the Doctor, readjusting it and making sure he was comfortable.

"Anything else he's got two of?" Jackie glanced him over, watching her daughter suspiciously at the same time too.

"Just leave him alone, mum." Rose chided her mother. "Can you make some tea though?" she asked gently.

"Alright. Will be back soon." And with that Jackie left the two of them.

Moments later, the Doctor exhaled some more of the TARDIS's golden energy. Rose placed the back of her hand on his cheek and rubbed it tenderly. "You're going to be alright soon," she whispered.

"Rose?" Jackie's voice could be heard from the kitchen. Rose sighed.

The interrogation time.

She slowly lifted herself up from the bed, making sure to not wake the person laying there up, and left the room to meet Jackie pacing inside the kitchen. After spotting her daughter enter, she pulled her inside and closed the doors.

"How can he go changing his face? Is that a different face or is he a different person?"

"He died, mum. He had to change every cell in his body to stay alive."

"What do you mean he died and now is alive!?" Jackie was clearly confused.

Rose sighed. Oh, this is gonna be difficult. "It's some sort of trick, Time Lords use to cheat death," Rose began slowly, Jackie narrowing her eyes. "He died. That previous body he was in died. And then he...changed. And now he became this new him." Rose pointed towards the door nonchalantly.

"Is he a different person now then?" Jackie asked.

"No. Well, yeh." Rose considered.

"So which is it?" Jackie was getting impatient.

"His face and personality, habits that sort of thing changed, but underneath he is still the same. He always will be same." Jackie began to protest. "It's like when your habits change from childhood to teenage and so on."

"Are you saying he is a teenager now?"

"No! Mum. That was not the point...ah." Rose was lost, not knowing how to make her understand. "The big question is where'd you get a pair of men's pyjamas from?" she asked lightly.

"Howard's been staying over," Jackie said simply.

"And how long's that been going on?" Rose asked.

"A month or so," Jackie began. "First of all, he starts delivering to the door and I thought, that's odd." Rose spotted Harriet on the telly while Jackie was still on about Howard. "Next thing you know, it's a bag of oranges-"

"Is that Harriet Jones?" Rose walked up to the telly.

Jackie walked up next to her. "She's Prime Minister now. I'm eighteen quid a week better off. They're calling it Britain's Golden Age." Rose watched her with a smile. If the Doctor managed to wake up sooner, maybe Harriet wouldn't have to resort to violence against the Sycorax.

"I keep on saying my Rose has met her," Jackie said softly.

"Did more than that. Stopped World War Three with her. Harriet Jones..." Rose trailed of in nostalgia, when she remembered what she had to do. "Tea!" she exclaimed, looking at her mother.

"Did you make it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. We don't have any more tea." Jackie began apologizing. Then added, when she saw her daughter's face shadow. "But I could make some coffee," she offered.

"We don't have tea?" Rose asked her in bewilderment.

"Yeh, we don't. Ran out. You know." Jackie shrugged.

"How could we not have tea? We always have tea," Rose said in disbelief.

"Oh, excuse me, but things do tend to run out sometimes," Jackie said, starting to feel a bit annoyed.

Rose was pacing about the room, getting nervous. "Alright then. Just gotta buy more then." She laughed nervously, remembering what was awaiting hers in the street.

"Oh, save it. Is changing his face made his preferences so picky too?" Jackie started in an accusing voice. "He should be thankful I'm letting him stay here. Coffee will do for him." Jackie began to walk off.

"No. He needs tea," Rose said in a slightly bit raised voice.

"Oh, suit yourselves then. Go fetch Mickey with you," she called out from the kitchen.

"No way out of it I guess then," Rose muttered, before leaving the flat.

It was already dark when Mickey and Rose made their way to the shopping district.

"So what do you need? Twenty quid?" Mickey asked.

"Do you mind? I'll pay you back," Rose said, not fully paying attention, as she was frantically looking around.

Mickey said something like. "Call it a Christmas present." But was left without a response, when Rose heard a familiar music echoing somewhere in the crowd. "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen". Yep, it was definitely that one. Rose felt a cold shiver. They didn't have much time. Once the crowd would start running around, she doubted the shops would be working. They had to move fast.

"Rose?" Mickey waved a hand in front of her face. "You here? Oh, Just let it be ordinary Christmas for once. Can you do that? Just for a bit. You and me and Christmas. No Doctor, no bog monsters, no life or death."

"Sorry, Mickey. Could you, please, buy me some tea from the shop?" she said absentmindedly, slowing down her pace, when she spotted the brass band dressed in Santa robes.

"What? Did you even hear what I said?"

"Not now, sorry, Mickey. We need that tea. And now," she said in a half-whisper but her voice firm, as she looked back at him.

"Okay. What's going on?" Mickey asked, slightly nervous.

Rose looked around frantically, just a few more people and the band will spot them. She dragged Mickey on the side, blending in with the crowd. "That band of Santa are alien. I'll go distract them while you get the tea."

"Wait a minute. What? Them, alien? And if they are, why would I leave you for a tea?" Mickey was asking, confused.

"Please, Mickey. No time for this. The Doctor needs that tea," she pleaded him.

"Again the Doctor," Mickey muttered.

"Mickey!" Rose hissed. "He won't wake up without it, and if he won't, we all gonna die. So hurry up, and run back home fast after you get it." Rose pushed him to go. Mickey still was trying to back down, but after Rose mouthed one more "go", he ran towards the tea shop.

Now being left alone Rose made her way towards the Santa, to let them spot her. After they did, she started moving away, away from the crowd towards the next street, where she knew was a park. At first the band slowly followed her, but moments later they lowered their musical instruments/weapons in disguise and a trombone one started aiming at her to shoot.

"Get down!" Rose shouted out a warning to the people around. A huge blast of fire emitted out of the instrument and Rose started to run. Everyone started to panic and run about. Rose just hoped Mickey made it in time to get the tea as she was nearing the park. She looked behind her shoulder to see two of the Santas following her. That meant two were missing. Oh, no. Mickey!

She was running in full speed, making turns and more turns until the park was visible in her eyes. She got her phone out to call Mickey. After a few buzzes he answered.

"Rose? Rose? Where are you? Those Santas started following me, but I'm going back by the taxi now. How are you?"

"Did you get the tea, Mickey?" Rose asked frantically.

"Are you alright though?" Mickey pestered.

"The TEA!" Rose yelled out.

"I got it I got it. So whe-" he began, but Rose interrupted.

"And be careful of the Christmas decorations!" she warned, as she hang up.

She had already reached the park and was now running around the trees. She could see from behind her shoulders that Santas were a slightly bit behind. Just enough time to do this. And the next moment she started climbing on one of the trees. She flung herself up, higher and higher until she was almost at the peak of it, hidden behind the leaves.

Before long, she could spot the two Santas walking about on the ground. She held her breath in. If they spotted her, her tree would be demolished in seconds. She prayed the Doctor would wake up before that.

Inside the Powell Estate, Jackie was casually walking around the room, talking on the phone. Seconds later Mickey burst out the doors.

"Get off the phone, Jackie."

"It's only Bev. She says hello," Jackie said, but soon her hands were empty, as Mickey turned the phone off.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Mickey?" She stood facing him, her hands on her hips.

"No time, Jackie. There is alien invasion going on here," he said frantically.

"A what?" Jackie asked, frowning.

"Here." He thrust the tea pockets in her hands. "Make some tea for the Doctor."

"Again with the tea!?" Jackie was now shouting. "No bloody hell I'm making him tea now."

"Jackie!" Mickey then spotted the tree. "Jackie, did you have this tree before?"

"Well there was a ring at the door, and there it was! Must be Rose." Jackie shrugged.

"Oh, God." Mickey started to panic.

"What's the big deal about the Christmas tree-" Jackie began, when the lights of the tree lit up by itself and it started to play Jingle Bells.

"Oh boy." Mickey watched in horror as the tree started to rotate in different directions, creating a strong wind. Jackie started to yell.

"Jackie, take hot water fast, and make tea!" Mickey instructed her as he picked up the chair to fend it off.

"What is wrong with you all and the tea!?"

"Just do it!" Mickey commanded.

The tree was starting to move forwards, chopping through a coffee table. The chair was already half done.

"Mickey!" Jackie called out from the bedroom. "Leave it! Get out! Get out!"

Mickey and Jackie both went inside the room where the Doctor was staying. They pulled the wardrobe across the door.

"What is going on here?" Jackie was asking frantically. "And where is Rose? Didn't you go with her?"

"She's trapped somewhere with Santas," Mickey replied in a hurry while holding onto the wardrobe.

"Trapped? And you just left her there?" Jackie was already preparing for her famous slaps.

They could hear the tree break the glass window doors as it was nearing their room. "She was distracting them while I had to get the tea, Jackie."

"Oh for-" Jackie began, when the tree smashed through the doors.

"I'm going to get killed by a Christmas tree!" Jackie cried. "And who's going to help Rose now?!" she shouted out.

In a split of a second, the Doctor sat up on the bed, his sonic in his hand (for some reason), as he pointed it at the tree - it exploded. Mickey and Jackie sighed in relief.

"Remote control. But who's controlling it?" the Doctor said while getting out of the bed.

Dressing gown on, the Doctor lead the way out. Down on the ground, two Santas were gazing up, one holding a radio controller.

"That's them. What are they?" Mickey asked.

The Doctor aimed the screwdriver at them and the Santa backed away. Then they beamed away in the air.

"They've just gone," Mickey exhaled in disbelief. "What kind of rubbish were they?" He laughed. "I mean, no offence, but they're not much cop if a sonic screwdriver's going to scare them off."

"Pilot fish," the Doctor stated.

"What?" Jackie asked.

"Where's Rose?" the Doctor asked, facing the two of them.

"I don't know," Mickey started. "We got separated at the shopping district. Two more Santas were following us, but she told me to come back to you fast to wake you up-" He was interrupted by another wave of pain of the Doctor's.

"What's wrong?" Jackie asked in a concerned voice, making her way to him to hold him steady.

"You woke me up too soon," the Doctor answered in a shaky, pained voice. "I'm still regenerating. I'm bursting with energy." He exhaled some of the golden energy.

"You see? The pilot fish could smell it a million miles away. So they eliminate the defence, that's you lot, and they carry me off. They could run their batteries on me for a couple of ow!" He was thrown on the other side by the pain.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jackie was kneeling beside him.

"My head!" the Doctor exclaimed in pain. "I'm having a neuron implosion," he stated hurriedly through his heavy breathing. " I need -" he began, but Jackie was talking over him.

"What do you need?"

"I need-" he began again.

"Say it. Tell me, tell me, tell me." Jackie never stopping.

"I need -" One more time.

"Painkillers?"

"I need -" And again.

"Do you need aspirin?"

"I need " Over and over.

"Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I don't know, Pepto-Bismol?"

"I need -" The Doctor was looking at her with mouth and eyes wide.

"Is it food? Something simple. Bowl of soup. A nice bowl of soup? Soup and a sandwich? Soup and a little ham sandwich?"

"I need you to shut up," finally the Doctor exhaled.

"Oh, he hasn't changed that much, has he?" Jackie said sarcastically. Another wave of pain sent him towards the wall again. Jackie and Mickey holding him steady.

"We haven't got much time. If there's pilot fish, then." He was breathing heavily. "Rose..." He felt something in his pockets. "Why's there an apple in my dressing gown?" He held the green apple out, asking casually about it.

"Oh, that's Howard's. Sorry," Jackie said softly.

"He keeps apples in his dressing gown?" the Doctor asked in disbelief.

"He gets hungry," she said.

"Argh!" Another wave. "Brain collapsing." The Doctor was now on the ground. "Rose. Argh." Another wave.

"Rose said to give you tea, will that help?" Mickey said in a hurried voice.

"Tea!" The Doctor beamed happily as much as his current situation of pain could let him. "Yeh yeh yeh, give me some of that. Argh. huff huff. The pilot fish." He took Jackie's hand. "The pilot fish mean-" He was looking at her frantically. "That something... something, something is coming," he exhaled some more deep breaths. "Rose." Was his last word when he passed out.

Once he was carried back inside the room, Jackie was rushing about, making a whole set of tea mugs placed about the room.

"Are they hot enough?" Mickey asked.

"How should I know?" Jackie shot back. "But let me tell you, if he doesn't wake up any minute now I'm going to shove that bloody tea into his mouth together with the mug itself."

"That might help," Mickey muttered.

"Oh, dear. What's happened to Rose? Do we even know where she is? Is she safe?" Jackie began to cry. Mickey patted her back.

"She will be alright, Jackie. She travelled with him." He pointed at the Doctor like he was a thing. "Sure she's got some training."

"When my daughter is who knows where, he is just sleeping there!" she shouted out. "Oh, I can't wait anymore. Am gonna go search for her." Jackie began to walk off, but Mickey stopped her.

"You can't. You may just attract more attention. Let's just wait," Mickey suggested lightly.

"Oh you must be kidding me, if you expect me to wait!" And the next moment she walked over the bed table, took a mug into her hand, another picked the Doctor's head up, and before Mickey could utter even one word, she poured the hot tea inside the Doctor's mouth.

Seconds later the Doctor's eyes shot open as he sat up. "HOTph" he exclaimed as he burnt his tongue. "Whad dit ya do thad fo?" He talked with his tongue out.

"Go save my daughter!" Jackie shouted at him.

"Rose!" The Doctor seemed to wake up from his dream. "Time time time time. What time is it?" Mickey began to say something. "No shush shush shush shush." He pointed a finger at him. "12, 1,2...5! Blimey, it's already 5 in the morning!" He suddenly turned his head to face Mickey. "How long was I out?"

"A-about 3 hours," Mickey shuttered.

"3 hours..." The Doctor's face paled. "Phone phone...I need a phone! Jackie!" He called out for her, making her jump. "Give me the phone!"

Seconds later the Doctor was ringing Rose up. After a few tries she picked up. "Rose? Rose, where are you? I'm coming to get you."

"On the tree," she whispered faintly.

"A what?" the Doctor asked, frowning in confusion.

"A tree!" Rose said in a louder voice. "Uh oh." When she saw the Santas looking at her.

"Rose? What tree? Where is that tree?" the Doctor was asking her frantically.

"Who-ah!" Rose yelled out on the phone as Santas began to shake the tree, starting to aim to fire. "Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Rose called out for them in defence.

"Rose! What's going on!? What tree?"

More shaking of the tree and Rose lost her balance on the phone, it was slowly going down through the leaves. "IN THE PARK!" She yelled out before the signal was cut off, phone scattering in pieces.

"Rose? Hello? ROSE!?" The Doctor was calling for her on the phone.

"What's the matter? Where is she?" Jackie was asking.

"The park the par the park..." The Doctor was muttering. "The park!" he exclaimed. "Where is the nearest park from where you two got separated?" the Doctor asked Mickey with his eyes frantic.

"Uh...I'm not sure."

"Think, Mickey, think!" He was yelling at him, shaking him by his shoulders.

"Can't you just spot her with that machine of yours?" Jackie asked.

"No time. We got no time!" The Doctor was already making his way out the doors and the flat. Jackie and Mickey close behind. They went inside the TARDIS and the Doctor was pressing various buttons, looking at the screen madly, but it didn't seem to show the wanted results. "Come on!" He was shouting at it.

"Oh! Isn't it the Milkey's Park?" Jackie said simply.

"Milkey's?" the Doctor asked in bewilderment. "Are you sure it's the real name? I need the real name, Jackie," he asked with his voice low.

"Yeh yeh, there was that bloke Milkendo, from Australia-" She began to tell her story.

"Shush!" The Doctor shushed her, as he typed the coordinates and the TARDIS flew its way to the park.

Once the TARDIS landed, the Doctor was out first, running around the trees and calling out for Rose. "Rose!" But no answer.

"Rose?" Mickey and Jackie were helping out too. "Where is she?" Jackie cried.

"Can it be we got the place wrong?" Mickey asked.

"No no no. It's the right one. There is just something." The Doctor looked around. "Something about the air here." He walked about, inspecting the place.

"Oh, bloody hell, are you thinking of creating a picnic now!?" Jackie shouted out at him.

"The air, the air! Yes!" the Doctor exclaimed happily. "Teleportation feed. Something teleported from around...just around..." He walked around a few trees. "Ha!" He spotted Rose's phone.

"Oh my, God. Is she dead?" Mickey asked, worried.

"No no no. They took her. That means they wanted to lure me to them." The Doctor began to walk towards the TARDIS, when Jackie and Mickey were near, he turned to face them. "You both, go back home, sorry, no time for dropping you off."

"I'm going with you. Not going to leave my daughter!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Mickey!" The Doctor nodded a pointed look at him. And seconds later was inside, leaving Jackie struggling in Mickey's arms.

to be continued... in Christmas Invasion Continuation