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Hello again! So sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy :(

But I'll try and update more often, another A/N at the end!

Enjoy!

"Where are we going?" The Doctor yelled in my ear as I continued speeding towards my apartment, while checking with my mental sonar for any police nearby.

"Somewhere safe!" I yelled back, feeling his hands hold onto my waist so he wouldn't go flying off the back of the mo-ped as a speed bump loomed ahead.

I raced the familiar road home, hoping the Cyberman wasn't following behind me; that would've been a spectacle for those unlucky enough to see.

Thankfully, the Cyborg was not and we made it to my apartment without a scratch, even if I got a look of surprise from Jim.

"So, where are we?" He said with a smile and started examining my apartment, in the fridge, in the bathroom, through my text books that were scattered over the table and eventually the living room. He inspected my books and I hid the DVD's of Doctor Who. If he didn't know what it was, it was probably best for him to not find out.

"My apartment, obviously." I said with a drawl, did he think I would really break into somewhere just to get him somewhere safe?

"Ah, so what's this 'Doctor Who' you keep yabberin' about?" He asked, turning to face me with a face of both frustration and curiosity. I smiled and shook my head, as if I was a mother looking at a silly child.

"It's this science fiction programme, you reminded me so much of the main guy in it. Odd when I think about it because you don't even look like him, not at all." I babbled nervously, I thought he had forgotten about it. He didn't look like he believed the excuse but he let it slide.

He pulled out his sonic and started shining it on everything, hopefully out of boredom and not mistrust.

"Right, so what are you gonna do about that metal monstrosity stomping about my university?" I questioned him, making sure not to include myself. From watching Doctor Who, I knew that Rose was stuck in a parallel universe, Martha had left by choice and Donna had her memory removed, or else she would've died. I didn't really think the Doctor would want another companion; he was probably dead set against it, much to my disappointment.

"Well, I'm gonna find whoever's controllin' them." He stopped sonicing the apartment and turned to face me, "Do you want to help?" he asked and my eyebrows shot up, along with my pulse. I would actually be helping the Doctor, the Doctor! I almost started hyperventilating, but thankfully managed to breathe steadily through the shock.

"Oh, em," I think I lost my ability to form coherent sentences, because all that came out of my mouth after sounded like gibberish, "ah, uh..." the look on the Doc's face snapped me out of my shock; it was a look of sadness, like I'd kicked a puppy. He must think I was rejecting his offer!

"I'd bloody love to!" I shouted and ran to hug him, not giving a toss that it was an extremely awkward hug because he didn't hug back.

He smiled manically and started pulling me off him, then headed to the drawers in the kitchen to pull out things that could be used in some device that only his Time-Lord mind could come up with.

"What in the name of all that's alien are you lookin' for?" I enquired curiously, he was yanking open my drawers and tossing random objects behind him, almost hitting me as I moved to help him or control the mad man.

"I'm, ah, not sure!" he replied cheerfully as he hauled out pots and pans.

"Oi! My apartment looks like a bombsite! Stop it you spanner!" I yelled as I continued to dodge bits and bobs that were flying like missiles.

"Spanner! Yes! Have you got one?" He yelled with glee, seemingly remembering what he was searching relentlessly for.

"Yes, I have and that isn't what I meant!" He stood from his crouch and turned to face me, manic grin still firmly in place despite my scowl at the stressful mess he'd made. He was obviously expecting me to get the tool for him. I put my hands on my hips and deepened my scowl, my lips pursed in annoyance.

"I'll get you the spanner when you put my apartment right." I pointedly looked at the mess that lay around me and then at him. I raised my eyebrows in a subtle threat.

"Do you do this in all your companions' homes?" He now realised the mess he had made and blushed, looking apologetically at me with those gorgeous, heart stopping eyes.

"Sorry, so sorry, I'll put it right." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back, how was I going to focus on stupid metal machines with him around? He started picking up the pots and pans and stacking them, in big to small size order, I noted happily. I picked up other bits and bobs and put them back in their place, continuing to notice he'd ordered everything to my compulsive liking.

"What did you need the spanner for anyway? You could've just asked, you know." I asked him, teasing him lightly.

"Oh, I was going to build an electromagnetic bomb." He said with nonchalance and I stared at him, my confusion evident.

"A trick I learnt from a friend, good old Mrs Moore. It'll fry any circuit it touches; it'll basically kill Cybermen." He looked sad when he said this, with a far off look in his eyes and I decided to let the subject drop. I went about getting the spanner and anything else he'd need, along with a cup of tea and a few light comments to take his mind off darker times.

A/N

I hope that wasn't too boring or anything, I've had a little blank of sorts :(

Maybe some reviews would help? ;)

Also, I'm planning to start a Sherlock fanfiction, it will be either a T or M, and an AU.

If you're interested, please say so in a review, cause I'm dying to do the idea!

Ta ta for now :)