Disclaimer: Nothing related to Doctor Who or the Harry Potter Series is mine. I swear. I wish I owned them, cuz then I might have a bit more money, but I don't.

Warnings: Book Two of Three (Main books anyway). Swearing. Sarcasm. I have only watched the new series, no knowledge of early Doctor Who. EWE, kind of...

Dedication: To the Writers and Producers of Doctor Who, thank you for giving me something else to obsess over, now that Harry Potter is long gone. And to the lovely people who encourage me to continue writing in their reviews. To the lovely people who encouraged me to post the next chunk. To my lovely reviewers, GryffinPuffGirl and Emaelin, thank you for everything you've said.

Book 2: Stories of A Shop Girl

Summary: A Death too soon. A woman who steps up to save the world.

Rating: Dark T

Genre: Adventure/Drama

A/N: So the chapter after this is where canon starts being deviated from. Just a little bit.

A/N 2: Please, someone tell me what they think of Maria. I'm not asking for my health. I'd like to know so that I know about my skills as a writer. Because I really can't tell, given as I know all of the characters secrets, and every little thing I say about a character feels like 'everyone is going to know the secret'.

A/N 3: I am currently in university, and my studies are a priority. Knowing that, please be forgiving when I don't post as often.

Part 1: Just a Replacement?

Chapter 7: Dalek

The Doctor frowned, glancing at the screen. A few switches and we were moving, being pulled into another time and place. We stop, and I step out.

It had been almost a month of travelling since I'd seen Jackie last, and the Doctor had just gotten twitchy about something.

"So what is it? What's wrong?"

"Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course." I nod, knowing she did that on occasion.

I look around. We're in an area that's dimly lit, and like a museum. Big display cases everywhere. "Where are we?"

The Doctor looks around. "Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."

I frown. "When are we?"

He looks at a display case. "Two thousand and eleven." I spot a light switch, and turn it on.

"Blimey. It's a great big museum." I glance around, seeing the display cases had alien bits and bobs.

He glances in another case. "An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chucks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship."

I glance in another case. "That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed."

"Oh, look at you." I glance to what he was looking at. It was a big silver head.

I frowned. "What is it?"

"An old friend of mine. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old." I looked at it.

I glance down the hall, seeing an astronaut (a good old fashioned astronaut), followed by two aliens dressed in black and white suits. They were grey and had large heads.

I turned to the Doctor to tell him, but forgot what I was going to tell him. I shake my head, frowning. "Is that where the signal's coming from?"

"No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help." He touches the case, and an alarm goes off. Men in black get-ups and guns came pouring in from all sides.

I sigh. "If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A."

We get lead to a large office, where a man with a big moustache was sitting. I didn't like him. He reminded me of Harry's uncle.

"What does it do?" He asked. There was a kid, maybe a little older than Mickey, holding something silver in his hand, showing it to Moustache.

The kid spoke. "Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel." Unlike Moustache, the kid was British.

"I wouldn't hold it like that." The Doctor spoke up, glancing at the object.

The woman who lead us in glared. "Shut it." I roll my eyes.

"Really, though, that's wrong."

The kid frowned. "Is it dangerous?"

The Doctor grinned. "No, it just looks silly." He reaches for the item, and the other men with guns who'd followed us in began to get ready to use aforementioned guns.

Moustache hands it to him. It's palm sized, and looks beautiful, and modern. The Doctor grinned, holding it differently than Moustache and the kid did. "You just need to be..." He stroked it, and music comes out, "delicate." He continues stroking it, hitting different notes. I give him a grin. He smiles back.

Moustache smiled. "It's a musical instrument."

"And it's a long way from home." The Doctor said, frowning.

Moustache reached for it. "Here, let me." He tries, but it's really horrid.

"I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision." The Doctor said, watching the man. He finally gets the hand of it. "Very good. Quite the expert."

Moustache looks at him. "As are you." He tosses it aside, and I frown. "Who exactly are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. And who are you?"

Moustache laughs. "Like you don't know. We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artifacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake."

The Doctor's expression doesn't change. "Pretty much sums me up, yeah."

"The question is, how did you get in? Fifty-three floors down, with your little cat burglar accomplice. You're quite a collector yourself, she's rather pretty." He said, glancing to me.

I sneer. "She's going to smack you if you keep calling her she."

Moustache looks at me with a grin, which I long to smack off his face. "She's English too! Hey, littler Lord Fauntleroy. Got you a girlfriend." I glare, and give the kid a look, telling him not to even try it.

"This is Mister Henry Van Statten." The kid says.

I roll my eyes. "And who's he when he's at home?"

"Mister Van Statten owns the internet." I give Moustache a look. I look back at the kid.

"Don't be stupid. No one owns the internet."

"And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" I wanted to smack him again. The Doctor and I's collective age would be over one thousand years. We weren't kids in any sense.

The Doctor tries to defuse me by changing the subject. "So you're just about an expert in everything except the things in your museum. Anything you don't understand, you lock up."

I swallow. That doesn't sound good. "And you claim greater knowledge?"

"I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am." I snort. Everyone glances at me, including the Doctor with a mock hurt look.

Moustache looked amused. "And yet, I captured you. Right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?"

"You tell us." I said, giving Moustache a look.

Moustache smiles. "The Cage contains my one living specimen."

"And what's that?"

Moustache smiles. "Like you don't know."

"Show me."

"You want to see it?"

I roll my eyes. "Blimey you can smell the testosterone."

Moustache looks at me, and starts yelling out orders. "Goddard, inform the Cage we're heading down. You, English. Look after the girl. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you British do. And you, Doctor with no name, come and see my pet."

The kid (Adam, I learn) and I are sent down to his workshop, followed closely by guards.

"Sorry about the mess. Mister Van Statten sort of lets me do my own thing, so long as I deliver the goods. What do you think that is?" He asked, pointing to what looked like a lump of metal. I voiced that opinion. "Yeah. Yeah, but I think, well, I'm almost certain, it's from the hull of a spacecraft. The thing is, it's all true. Everything the United Nations tries to keep quite, spacecraft, aliens, visitors to Earth. They really exist."

If I didn't know the Doctor better, I would have thought Adam sweet. But I did, so that made him more annoying. "That's amazing." I said, sarcastically. Adam didn't pick up on it. I glanced at the calendar. April 22, 2011. Good Friday. Strange. Something in me recognized that date. I shake my head, and notice that Adam has been continuing on with whatever he was talking about. I sigh.

"So, how'd you end up here?" I asked, cutting him off.

He frowns, but answers the question. "Van Statten has agents all over the world, looking for geniuses to recruit."

"Oh right. You're a genius."

He laughs. "Sorry, but yeah. I can't help it. I was born clever. When I was eight, I logged onto the US Defence System. Nearly caused World War Three." He laughs uproariously. I give him a look.

"What, and that's funny, is it?" I may have been a little twitchy about that comment, but in all fairness, I did just almost have to deal with World War Three about a month ago.

"Well, you should've been there just to see them running about. Fantastic!" He's grinning.

I laugh a little. "You sound like the Doctor."

"Are you and him?" He tried to explain what he meant in some form of sign language, and face twitches, but he lost me.

I shrug. "Dunno yet. We're good friends though." I want to know what it is going on in the 'Cage', so I manipulate Adam a little bit. "So, wouldn't you rather be downstairs? I mean, you've got these bits of metal and stuff, but Mister Van Statten's got a living creature down there."

Adam glances at me for a moment, almost mournfully, but then springs into action. "Yeah. Yeah, well, I did ask, but he keeps it to himself. Although, if you're a genius, it doesn't take long to patch through the comm. system." I give him a grin.

"Let's have a look, then."

Adam jumps on a computer, and starts typing. "It doesn't do much, the alien. It's weird. It's kind of useless. It's just like this great big pepper pot." I froze at the words 'pepper pot'.

It can't be. But the screen that's pulled up says it is.

Daleks.

"Take me down there now." I said, watching it being tortured.

We get stopped outside of the Cage, but Adam gets us through. I go inside the Cage.

Adam tries to give me some advice, but I ignore it. "Hello. Are you in pain? My name's Rose Tyler. I've got a friend, he can help. What's your name?"

"Yes." The Dalek said. It was beaten and worn down, but the voice was recognizable anywhere.

I blink. "What?"

"I am in pain. They torture me, but still they fear me. Do you fear me?" I swallow.

Maybe this was Dalek Caan? He did have a timeshift, and disappeared. The question, right. "No." I said, trying to make it less cautious around me. And then I realize that it is actually true. I don't fear this creature. I frown, trying to figure out why.

"I am dying."

"No, we can help." I said, trying to be sympathetic.

The Dalek didn't listen or ignored me. "I welcome death. But I am glad that before I die I have met a human who was not afraid." I frown. That was weird. The Doctor said that Daleks were only truthful, which made me confused.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"My race is dead, and I shall die alone."

"The Time War." I spoke, showing my knowledge. "Your people are called the Daleks. But there are no more. All the Daleks are gone. They all died. You're the last one. That must be horrible."

"I do not know such feeling."

"That's horrible on it's own. I'm from the future a bit, myself. I've been to the past, where there was a Dalek, but he wasn't a Dalek any more. He was part human. He had emotions." I sigh. "He said 'If you choose death and destruction, then death and destruction will choose you.'"

"Perhaps it is time to die then." The Dalek said.

I feel horrible. "Then you shall not die alone." With that, the room was silent. And the light went out on the Dalek's eye stalk. It was dead.

Unfortunately, whoever was listening caught wind of the fact that I said I was from the future. The second I exited the cage, I was dragged into another one, thankfully this one was with the Doctor. I was strapped down. I turn to the Doctor, trying to laugh this off. "What'd they catch you for?"

"Being an alien. You?"

"I may have said I'm from the future." And then Moustache walked in.

He looks at me. "I hope you aren't planning on removing my shirts, because I will sue."

He ignored my comment. "A little birdy told me that you're from the future."

"Well, your little birdy got it wrong. I've been to the future, I'm not from the future. There's a difference."

"Than what is mankind's future?"

I think I might actually have some fun with this. The Dalek is dead. "Well, in the end, all of the human race goes to this one planet, see, and asks to find Utopia. Now the Doctor and I, we've got to go and make sure they can get there, eventually. But a bad guy takes them, and tries to turn them into killing machines. He succeeded, at least, now the human race is this round metal ball, with blades that come out the side. And the bad guy creates a paradox and they kill most of the human race, except this one girl, who's another good friend of the Doctor. She travels all over Earth, and saves it. The End."

He frowns. "And you made that up on the spot, didn't you?"

I smile. "Some of it. The other bit really does happen. Kind of. It gets stopped, which means I really don't know what happens."

He looks at me a moment, before saying, "Scan her. See if she's alien too."

"No need. Born and raise on Earth. Look me up, Rose Marion Tyler." He gets one of the techs to look up the name.

"She has two dates of death, sir." The tech said.

Moustache grins. "Doesn't sound human to me." And then the machine was pointed back at me.

"No, don't she's human. I can confirm it myself." The Doctor said, fighting his bonds.

Moustache looked at the Doctor. "Scan her."

The laser hit my body, and I screamed. I screamed because it was supposed to hurt. But it didn't. I may not be able to access my magic, and I may have to deal with Rose Tyler's accent, but I still had Hermione Granger's nerves, which means that I didn't feel a thing. I stopped screaming for real, and began faking it. Moustache's eyes went up.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" I ask, giving him a look.

"Scan him." And that's when I got mad. The second the Doctor started screaming, I could feel Bad Wolf, coming through her portrait door in my head, and taking over. The last thing anyone saw in that room, was my silver eyes.

I don't remember how, but I wake up on the TARDIS. The Doctor is dressed, and so am I, and we're passed out on the grates of the ship.

"Oh, my head." I said, sitting up.

I glance over at the Doctor, who's still out, and frown. What had that laser done to him. The infirmary would help answer some of those questions. With the help of the TARDIS, I was able to get him there. I had the TARDIS do a quick scan, loading up the information on the table. I was reading through the information the TARDIS gave me when he came to. I helped him sit up.

"How many times did that bastard zap you with that thing?" I demanded. Bad Wolf wouldn't let me know what happened before, and what she did to all those people, except bring up the image of fish.

"A few." He muttered.

I looked at him, concerned. "How are you feeling?"

"Been worse."

I smile at him. He couldn't be feeling too bad then. "The TARDIS said, outside of residual pain left over, you should be fine. And she even gave you something for that."

"Can't have aspirin."

I sigh. "Your ship knows you quite well. Don't you think she would have stopped me if I was thinking aspirin?" I handed him a vial of anti-cruciatus. I didn't want to think about how the TARDIS had that on board if I hadn't even arrived yet.

"What's that?"

I sigh. He was going to be a child about it. "Dunno. Your ship picked it out. When I opened the cupboard, this was all that was there." He frowned, and I went lightning quick to his nose, which made him open his mouth. I dumped the potion down his mouth and shut it. He glared at me.

"That's horrid." He frowned. "You should have some too."

"Why?" I asked, going to wash out the vial.

I could hear him frown. "Didn't he hit you with the laser too?"

"No." I lied. "Are you sure?"

"Apparently not." He got up and walked out the infirmary door. I followed, hanging the vial to dry. We ended up in the console room. He glanced at the scanners. "We're currently underwater." He commented. "And in the same spot. Van Statten must have put his museum under a lake." After a few seconds, the Doctor continued. "We are actually under Lake Silencio. That's strange. I suppose technically we're in it." He gives me a grin, and I automatically smile back, my thoughts on the name.

Lake Silencio? It was strange, a spell for the name of a lake. Hmm. I shook away my thoughts and turned to the Doctor. "Where to next?"

"Dunno, chips?"

I laugh, "Chips sounds good."

He takes us to the closest diner. I open the door first, catching a glimpse of curly blonde hair on a TARDIS blue background before a door across the dinner closed.

The Doctor glanced at me, and frowned. "Your locket's blinkin'." I glance down, to see that, indeed, it was blinking. Brightly.

"Who knows?" I said giving him a grin. He frowns, but saves the question for another time. We get a plate of chips (french fries...) each, and bring them back to the TARDIS.

We eat them slowly, and then the Doctor declares that I should get some rest. I walk slowly to my room, actually bone-tired.

The nightmares centred around the Daleks that night, and how they knew my name in New York.

I woke to the Doctor shaking me, standing over my bed, looking concerned.

"You alright, the TARDIS told me something was wrong." He commented.

I swallow, forcing back memories. "Just nightmares."

"You know you can talk to me." He said, I nodded.

I sigh. "I'm alright, but thanks." He nods, and turns to leave. "Could you..." I trail off, uncertain, and angry with my mouth for working faster than my brain.

"Could I?" He asked, turning back to me.

I could feel my face heat up. "Could you stay? I mean, just until I get to sleep?"

"Sure." He nods, removing his boots and jacket, laying them on the floor. He lies on the other side of the bed, sitting up, watching me. I swallow, uncertain, but knowing that even a few more hours of sleep would do wonders for me.

I do manage to get to sleep, after he starts telling me some of his old adventures.

The fact that him ending up sitting in my bed, waiting for me to go to sleep, becomes a habit, but we never really mention it outside of when I need to sleep.

And I never mention to him that I catch him getting a few winks here too.