A/N: And lo and behold! I'm back! I finally have an idea for this adventure thanks to AxidentlGoddess! We had some brainstorming ideas that we talked about a long while back and I believe a Jessica/Rose adventure was one of them! Though I still dislike Rose as a companion, no need to make Jessica the same way.

Thank you so much for your reviews! They keep me going! Let me know if you have any questions and I'll answer as best I can!

Bazar of Dreams

Part One

"So, are you in the mood for a weird question?" A nervousness like meeting a new person crept into my nerves. I kicked both legs into the void of space.

The Doctor snorted, but with none of the normal acerbic attitude "You always ask weird questions. Well, mostly stupid ones, but…ow!" He couldn't dodge my elbow fast enough.

My face and neck burned as my grin widened. "Smart ass." I took a moment to take a sip of coffee before taking a risk. "So, on Satellite Five you showed Cathica and Sukie something and they cheered up. What was that?"

Normal conversation. Why did it feel so…not normal?

"Ah!" The Doctor fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out the wallet-looking thing. Between us, his openness had settled to the equivalent of large double-doors. Comfortable and warm at the same time. "This is a psychic paper. Shows someone whatever I want them to see."

I found my eyebrows climbing even though I couldn't remember seeing anything on that page. "Really? Isn't that cheating?"

Like a kid at Christmas, the Doctor sniggered and passed the paper to me. "Nah. Lets me get in places with much less fuss. Take a look."

"Sounds…." Peeking inside, I once again saw nothing but paper. Now I frowned. "Okay, I get the feeling like I should be seeing some impressive ID you just made up, but…I still see a piece of paper. Sorry."

I winced, regret at spoiling the fun souring my mood.

Instead of disappointed, the Doctor's grin changed as if very pleased with himself. "Didn't think you would, actually. As cool as it is, it doesn't fool everybody. Get a brain wired just the right way and poof!" He bumped shoulders with me. "Don't worry, it's a good thing."

"Then how can I see anything? How can you?"

Though some of the eagerness remained, the Doctor pulled it back a little. Kind of like settling into a "teacher" mode. Coffee mug came to rest in his lap as he focused on me. It took a few seconds, but eventually his smile became that ultra-rare genuine expression I cherished seeing.

"Do you know why people don't notice the TARDIS?"

Feeling more on a precipice than ever, I toned down the attitude by a ton. "Besides the fact that humans are, as a whole, completely stupid and oblivious?"

"On a scale you wouldn't believe." The Doctor shifted a little to face me. "There's a perception filter around her. Turns everyone's attention to anything else but her. Try looking at her, you'll end up seeing something an inch or a foot off."

Okay, I couldn't begin to fake being impressed as I gave the floor a little pat. "So…she creates a hole in a person's vision they aren't aware of?" Sucky explanation, but the best I could come up with for something as incredible as the TARDIS. "But I can see the paper so…is the trick to seeing it like seeing the TARDIS?"

"Very close, only the TARDIS can let you see her if she wants you to." Such pride and honest happiness radiated from him, I could barely see the "normal" Doctor anymore. "Besides, all perception filters are basically the same, so if you can read this, you should be able to notice other perception fields later. Try looking at it without looking. Just out of the corner of your eye, like something you can't see straight on."

My heart raced at the prospect of learning a new trick. I set my coffee down and turned my head until I could barely see the paper. Closing my eyes for a moment, I sucked in my breath and let it out before trying to see out of the corner of my eye without looking straight at it.

Sure enough, something tugged at the areas in my brain that told me something should be there. Like an image my brain had known was false and kept from showing up in my consciousness.

"There you go," the Doctor murmured, as if very aware of what my brain was trying to do. "Now, start looking at it from that farthest corner. Don't look at it dead on until you feel like you can."

Almost shaking with excitement, I let my eye focus on that blurry splotch that tried to hide from me. Not today, mister. Slowly, but with great determination, I brought my head around till I could see the paper easily.

It read: FANTASTIC.

"Ha!" I crowed and did a little dance. "I know it's still fake, but I see it!" I beamed at the Doctor, who also grinned like an idiot. "Your hand-writing or mind-writing is awful, by the way."

"Oi! Completely beside the point!" The Doctor tried to make a hurt face, but his underlying laughter spoiled the try and he ended up smiling again. "If you remember the feeling of finding that filter and seeing through it, you should be able to see through others no problem. Or know they're around, anyway."

"Is this part of my empathy issue?"

"Nah, more like an extra bonus. At least you're not so much of a tag-a-long now."

Shaking my head, I opened my mouth to fire back at him, but ended up seeing white as raw, unfiltered emotion screamed through my mind.

I came to gasping and shivering on the couch. No haze or half-asleep confusion, as usual. Just the instant awareness that a decent gap in my memory existed where there hadn't been before.

Plus the TARDIS growled and seethed with a fury I'd never felt before.

"Jessie!" Rose popped next to me, running a hand over my shoulder. "Doctor, she's awake. Are you all right?"

Swallowing past a dry throat, I eased myself to a sitting position with a little nod. "Sort of, I think. That wasn't the TARDIS in my head this time, was it?"

In truth, I felt terrified that something or someone had taken me over without a fight whatsoever on my part. Violated and beyond helpless. Knowing the Doctor, though, I buried the fear as quickly as I could.

"No." The Doctor stood from where he'd been perched on the other chair. Every inch of him radiated anger like the TARDIS. Even through that raging habanero pepper like fury, lemon-sour guilt leeched its way through to my senses. His jaw twitched as he held out a hand. "Do you remember anything?"

Taking his hand and using Rose's shoulder as support, I managed to regain my feet with a passable smile and a tiny amount of dizziness. "Sorry, no. I'm sick and tired of getting my mind wiped, by the way. Even if the first time was for my own good." I gave his hand a very firm squeeze and a knowing look.

I didn't blame him at all, even if he blamed himself for everything.

Quickly I let go of him before Rose paid too much attention.

"So…what happened?'

Rose nodded. "Yeah, and where are we going now?"

Because of my stare of because he wanted to, the Doctor's anger got pulled back to a safer level. A long breath hissed through his nose before he ran a hand over his head and tried to act "normal." "Someone decided it would be funny to overwhelm your empathic barriers and take control of you for a couple minutes. A signal powerful enough to get through the TARDIS' defenses like that…." He shook his head, scowl growing ever deeper.

Taking my arm, he led me to one of the screens. "Do you know what this is?" Long, stern finger jabbed at the screen.

All I could make out became odd-shaped concentric circles. Pretty, had the situation been completely reversed. "No, sorry. What did it…they…need me for? Doctor, what did I do?" Just a squeak of the screaming fear-beast inside worked its way free when the Doctor hesitated.

He made a face as he jabbed the screen again, with more force than necessary. "They made you program the TARDIS for some part of the galaxy I haven't been to yet. Nothing else, thank goodness, but now she won't let me go anywhere else. Practically flying herself as much as she can and completely ignoring me."

Clearing my throat, I tried a not-so-stealthy pat on the console. Kind of an apology. The TARDIS was so pissed, she didn't even acknowledge me.

"Are we going to wherever there is?" I ignored the mention of a new part of space. That had to have him more nervous than he wanted to admit. No footing for him to put an anchor in case things went sideways.

"Seriously?" Rose began scowling now. "You just got…I don't know…mind controlled and you want to go where none of us has gone? For all we know, it could be a bloody trap."

The dual waves of concern from Rose and the Doctor almost made me queasy. I faked a calm demeanor, regardless. "Oh, if I know my books and movies, this is definitely a trap. Still, how else are we going to learn about what happened?"

The Doctor still glowered…and only now let go of my arm. My calm demeanor apparently didn't fool him this time as his suspicion jabbed at my barriers but didn't try to pry once I politely refused him.

Since Rose felt a little more calm than him, however, I didn't drop the subject. "Star Trek got one thing right, at least. How else do we find answers unless we take risks and go to new and unknown places?"

In the silence, the TARDIS' angry growl became a softer purr. Her approval acting like a psychic blanket. The lights steadied and grew warmer.

The Doctor glanced at the central column in surprise. That muscle in his jaw twitched again as he looked between the two of us. "She's right," he eventually conceded, the words almost drug out of him. "On the other hand, since the TARDIS won't change her mind about where we're going, it looks like we're going in."

I barely had time to change: converse as blue as the TARDIS herself; another of my comfy bell-bottoms; green short-sleeve with underlying black long-sleeve; and a silver trench coat that felt like leather but was too light and soft to be actual leather. The TARDIS shook and I tore out of the room, grabbing my brown bag as I went.

"Oi! American!"

"Coming, coming. Rose!

"Waiting on you, missy."

With my notorious blush crawling all over my face, I sprinted into the control room. "Next time, TARDIS, give me time to change first. Please?" I good-naturedly grumbled.

"Then don't bother changing." With his back to me, I couldn't tell if he joked or not.

Rose's expression of incredulity became priceless.

I just shrugged and made a face. "Uh, because I don't plan on wandering into a trap in my pj's thank you very much." The strap of my bag settled over my shoulder and across my chest.

Now the Doctor spun around with that no-nonsense stare of his. "No. You two will wait here until I say so, got it? They won't be expecting me to actually show up right away…."

"No." I crossed my arms, that wildcat protectiveness rising once again.

"Jessie, he has a point."

I shook my head, the Doctor's stubbornness prodding at my own. "They got into my head and used me, Rose. They might only need help or this is some horrible trap. Point is; I won't know for sure if I just stand in here."

Before the Doctor could scold me (or call me a stupid American again), someone knocked on the TARDIS' door…and a phone rang on the console.

The Doctor snapped his head between the two, torn between one impossibility and the next.

"Okay…." As shocked as the rest of us, Rose caught my arm. "Jessie and I will handle the door, you get that thing before it goes to voicemail."

"But that never rings." The Doctor protested as Rose hauled us towards the front doors. "No one calls me."

I didn't have a chance to reassure him. Rose threw the doors open and my voice died in my throat.

I blinked before I could stop myself.

Rose had to have blinked, too.

In seconds, hands had pulled us out of the TARDIS.

A voice came from the Doctor's phone, loud enough for me to hear. "TARDIS, get him the hell out of there!"

With stone hands locked around my arms, I couldn't move. I could only watch as the TARDIS' doors slammed shut and she dematerialized faster than I'd ever seen.

"No! Jessica! Rose!"

The Doctor's Cry faded away.

Rose and I stood surrounded by Weeping Angels. On our own for now.