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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, 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: I figure I should be nice and let you lot know that there is going to be a point of view switch between chunks of the chapter. It has to happen for the chapter to make sense. Please let me know if you don't understand or something, I'll try and figure out another way of presenting it at a later time.

A/N 2: I will not be updating daily like before. It will probably be every Saturday or so. At least once a weekend. And please, if you match the criteria below, I do need someone to talk to. If you are worried about spoilers, don't be. It's all theoretical.

NEEDED:

Someone familiar with the early Who. Preferably Doctors 3-5. And someone with knowledge of Gallifrey. It's for another story, but I don't want to make things up, and I don't want to screw everything up. TARDIS files only has so much.

Part 2: Relearning Life and Death

Chapter 12: The Nasty Trampoline

Back in the TARDIS, I was sitting in my room.

The Doctor is working, making sure the TARDIS was okay after having the time vortex out of her. I figured it would be the best time to go into my mind and check on everything. Including the new thrum I felt.

Slipping down into my mindscape, I close my eyes, only to reopen them in the mindscape.

Immediately I see a time rotar, similar to the centre piece of the console room in the TARDIS. It, however, was missing the actual console. It was only the tubing there.

Was this normal for Time Lords?

I glance around the new main room, noticing that it had changed. Before, the floor was a dark hardwood, now the floor was glass, high above innerworkings of metal. There were wires, each going off towards the rooms. There was another floor-to-ceiling length column, this one glowing gold. My magic.

I place a hand on both columns, surprised that they were slightly warm.

I look at the walls, noticing that the Matron's room was gone, finally. But Rose's door was still there. As well as the two portraits, one of my family, and the other a howling wolf and Amelia's door. I could feel the library doors behind me, pulsing with new knowledge, unsorted knowledge.

Knowledge about Time Lords, and just what I had done to my mind and body.

I try Rose's room first, concerned that it was still there. Turning the doorknob, I frown, noticing that it was different than last I checked. Rose Tyler's mind and memories were impossible to sort, but now, they were organized, similar to my own. But they had changed. There were more constantly being created. That couldn't happen.

A thought comes to mind, which scares me. I run to my family's portrait, throwing it open.

No memories being formed. My consciousness had completely switched rooms. Was this due to the regeneration?

I sucked in air, thinking. Perhaps it would be a good time to sort my new knowledge of Time Lords.

I come out of my mindscape in time to hear the Doctor pounding on the door.

"Come on!" He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me down into the console room.

I laugh, having forgotten what he was like in this regeneration. "So where are we going?"

He just grins at me. "Further than we've ever gone before."

He steps out into the sunlight, and I follow, gaping at the sight. New Earth.

"It's the year five billion and twenty three. We're in the galaxy M87, and this? This is New Earth."

I swallow, fighting down the memories of this place. Or the underground memories. "That's just... That's just..." I try to find words, words that won't let on that I've been here. He mistakes my uncertainty for awe.

"Not bad. Not bad at all."

I smile. "This is amazing. I'll never get used to this. Never." I laugh. "Different ground beneath my feet, different sky." Apparently this new form liked voicing thoughts quite a bit. "What's that smell?"

He grins at me. "Apple grass."

"Apple grass."

"Yeah, yeah."

I swallow. "It's beautiful. Oh, I love this. Can I just say, travelling with you, I love it."

"Me too. Come on." He takes my hand, and we end up lying down on his jacket.

He's grinning at me.

"So, the year five billion, the sun expands, the Earth gets roasted."

I smile. "That was our first date." Internally I blink. Did all the potion memories get moved to Rose's room too?

He smiles, oblivious to my frown. "We had chips. So anyway, planet gone, all rocks and dust, but the human race lives on, spread out across the stars. Soon as the Earth burns up, oh yeah, they get all nostalgic, big revival movement, but they find this place. Same size as the Earth, same air, same orbit. Lovely. Call goes out, the humans move in."

I laugh. "What's the city called?"

"New New York."

I laugh, wondering about coincidences. "Oh, come on."

"It is." He says defensive. "It's the city of New New York. Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York." I give him a look. "What?"

"You're so different."

"New New Doctor."

"Can we go visit New New York, so good they named it twice?" I think back to his comment about 'New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam'.

He frowns. "Well, I thought we might go there first."

I look to where he's pointing. A bunch of elegant skyscrapers stand apart from the city. "Why, what is it?"

"Some sort of hospital. Green moon on the side." He pointed out. "That's the universal symbol for hospitals." He reaches into his coat pocket. "I got this." He says, pulling out his psychic paper. "A message on the psychic paper."

I read the writing, internally surprised that I can, and frown. 'Ward 26 Please Come.' It looks like a familiar script, but I can't place it.

"Someone wants to see me."

I sigh. "Hmm. And I thought we were just sight-seeing. Come on, then. Let's go."

Using various forms of transportation (none of which I was a fan of, I mean, come on, after getting used to apparation, it's really the only way to travel), we finally reach the hospital, and he comments.

"I don't like hospitals."

I smirk, "Bit rich, coming from you."

"I can't help it. I don't like hospitals. They give me the creeps."

I secretly agree with him. On top of all the memories that involve hospitals (the Blitz, and the Jadoon, to name off a few), they've always seemed to remind me of the Freak Show, sterile and too clean.

He makes a comment about a shop, and I have to stop myself from hitting him. Apparently my new regeneration still had that instinct.

"I thought this far in the future, they'd have cured everything." I comment.

He frowns. "The human race moves on, but so do the viruses. It's an ongoing war."

I notice one of the nurses is a cat. I frown. Glancing around, all of the nurses are cats. That brings up a memory. No, hold on, get off. Last time we met, you were breeding humans for experimentation.

Could this be the same cats as before?

I swallow, not wanting to know that answer. "They're cats." I say, dumbly.

"Now, don't stare. Think what you look like to them, all pink and yellow." He frowns, pointing to an area, but I barely hear his comments. Cats. Cat nuns.

I glance to see the Doctor already in a lift. "Hold on! Hold on!" But the lift closes, just as another opens.

"It's alright there's another lift." I try yelling through the doors. He tries yelling something back, but I barely make it out. I frown, but step into the lift.

Inside the elevator's playing some sort of music. 'Tick-tock goes the clock, we laughed at fate and mourned her, Tick-tock goes the clock, even for the doctor.' I frown at the music. It didn't sound like music you'd hear in the elevator. Rather it sounded like an old nursery rhyme. I guess that the elevator is voice activated, "Ward 26, thanks."

I feel gravity lifting as I go down. A speaker comes on, "Commence stage one disinfection." A spray nozzle comes out of nowhere, drenching me. I grab my wand, and flick my wrist a few times, once for water-impervious on my clothes, another to dry myself, and a final one to remove the smell.

The doors open up again, and I see a strange man standing, with his head cocked. He has brown tattoos all over his face, and is extremely pale. "The human child is clean."

I frown. "Er, I'm looking for Ward 26?"

He smiles. "This way, Rose Tyler." He turns leaving me to follow him. I take my wand out, following him at a distance. Anyone who knows your name before you introduce yourself is either bad news, or an old friend. Or both.

I get inside a room, where there is an old fashioned projector playing. I frown, studying the woman, wondering why she looks familiar. "Wait a minute, that's..."

"Peekaboo!" A voice calls from behind me. I round spotting the trampoline.

I frown. "Don't come anywhere near me Cassandra."

"Why? What do you think I'm going to do? Flap you to death?" She answers sarcastically.

I frown, my eyes trained on the man. "Yeah, but what about Gollum?"

"Oh, that's just Chip. He's my pet." She says. I swallow. Anger flares in me.

"I worship the mistress." He speaks looking at her with adoration.

I frown. Cassandra gets Chip to moisturize her with a spray bottle. "He's not even a proper life form. He's a force grown clone. I modelled him on my favourite pattern. But he's so faithful. Chip sees to my physical needs."

Ew. "I hope that means food." I give her a glance, watching her. "How comes you're still alive?"

"After you murdered me."

I frown. "I actually tried to save you, thank you very much. And I didn't murder you. You died. Which begs the question how are you still alive."

Chip answers. "The brain of my mistress survived. And her pretty blue eyes were salvaged from the bin."

I raise an eyebrow. "What about the skin? I saw it. You, you broke."

"That piece of skin was taken from the front of my body. This piece is the back."

I can't hold back laughter at that. "Right! So you're talking out of your a-"

"Ask not." She glares at me.

Chip frowns. "The mistress was lucky to survive. Chip secreted m'lady into the hospital."

"So they don't know you're here?"

Chip grins, turning to Cassandra. "Chip steals medicine. Helps m'lady. Soothes her, strokes her."

Ew, again. "You can stop right there Chip."

"But I'm so alone, hidden down here. The last Human in existence."

I give her a look. "I thought we covered that last time. They've called this planet New Earth."

"A vegetable patch."

I sigh. "There's millions of humans out there. Millions of them."

"Mutant stock."

I give her another look. "They evolved Cassandra. They just evolved, like they should. You stayed still. You got yourself all pickled up and preserved, and what good did it do you?"

She glances to the film, which was still playing. "Oh, I remember that night. Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace. That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful. After that, it all became such hard work."

I feel bad for her. "Well, you've got a knack for survival, I'll give you that."

"But I've not been idle, Rose, tucked away underneath this hospital. I've been listening. The Sisters are hiding something."

I sigh. "Isn't everyone?" And frown. "They're cloning humans to use as test subjects."

"How do you know that? Come here and tell me."

I back away. "You must be joking if you think I'm coming anywhere near you." I back up past the arch, and then energy grabs my hands, holding me down.

"Chip, activate the psychograft."

Dissecting the word, I pale. "Let me go!"

"This lady's moving on. It's goodbye trampoline, and hello blondie." There's a whoosh of energy, and then I get pulled into my mind scape.

I glance down at my hands. Rose Tyler's hands. My hands. Apparently that changed too.

Inside was the woman, Cassandra, looking like she was on the tape. And all of the doors banged open. We all could see, and then everyone began fighting for control of the body.

Cassandra won. The psychografting made me weak.

"Look at me. From class to brass. Although, oh, curves. Oh, baby, it's like living inside a bouncy castle!"

I noticed Chip talking, but barely could hear him. There were three other voices, fighting. I lock down all memories, leaving her with only a room to work with. An empty room.

Vibration. My phone's ringing. I fight for control, but don't win. The Doctor's calling, I hope he can figure this out.

When Rose finally got to the Ward, I was a little concerned. She was staring wide eyed at everything, which, fair enough, wasn't that abnormal for her. But she was asking for a man named Harry. The man who'd been visiting the Face of Boe ran over to her.

"Rose, it's me, it's Harry." He said, waving a hand in front of her face.

She gives him a look. "My name is not Rose, or Miss Tyler, or what have you. I'm a married woman, named Amelia Saxon, and I want my husband!" She yells.

I frown. The man, Harry frowns too. "Alright, Amelia, may I call you Mia. I've got a friend of Harry's that I'm sure can help." He turns to me, giving me a look. "This is the Doctor. Doctor, come meet Mia."

I walk over to the two, wondering just what happened. I hold out my hand, politely, "It's nice to meet you Mia Saxon."

She faints, and I catch her, an instinct I picked up around Rose.

"She's going to be out for a while." A voice said, Rose (or Mia, as she believed herself to be) still in my arms. Behind me was Maria Lupus. I swallow. "The Face of Boe can watch over her, we all have work to do."

Harry fake salutes her, which she waves off. "Hello, Boss, good to see you again. Wondering when you'd drop by. When are you, exactly?"

She grins, holding up a locket. She opens it revealing a holographic image of a list. A list that currently only contained two entries. They were green. Harry glanced closely at it, seeming to see more than I could.

"Ah." He said, moving away.

"What do you mean, when are you?" I ask, confused.

She gives me a small grin. "I'm travelling through time and space, it's mismatched. I never end up in the right order. I use this, it shows all the times I've met someone, as well as all the times someone's met me. Beats making everyone flip through journals."

"What does green mean?" I frown.

She blinks, not expecting the question. "Ah, green means that it hasn't happened to the other person yet. You can see our timeline?"

"Our timeline?" I ask her, looking for clarification. It was a rare time that I didn't understand something.

She visibly swallows. "Yes. It was mainly created for you and me."

"How many things do you see then?"

She laughs at the question, before replying, "Spoilers."

"My guess is I ask you that often."

"Enough."

I swallow. "What do you mean, we have things to do?"

She grins.

I was stuck in my mind, fighting Cassandra.

The second Harry got the Doctor to say my nickname, Mia Saxon ended up back in her room, locked in. It shook everything around, like when the TARDIS was travelling.

When I look up, Cassandra had gone. I look to see the only other inhabitant of the room. Myself. Or really, my previous self. Hermione Granger.

"I do believe she took off."

"Ya think?" I asked sarcastically. I get up, looking around to where Cassandra could have gotten. "We should prob'ly stay passed out until Cassandra's dealt with, so someone's gonna have ta guard the mind access."

"I'll do it. I can not go any further than this room anyway. I'm currently trapped like the Matron. Only allowed to wander from this room to my own." She looked at me.

"Alright then, Mia... That's weird, referring to you by my old name."

She laughs. "What do you think the Doctor calls all of his regenerations. One to ten?"

I smile. "Then I'll call you one."

She shakes her head, obviously displeased. "Honestly, it's not as if we are a Time Lady. We're something different. Which means, I can keep my name, Mia, and you can be called Rose?"

"Alright then," I frown. "I suppose we could do that for now."

She nods. "Then get a move on, we've got a nasty trampoline to find. Or really, rather you."

Leaving Rose behind seemed like a bad idea, but I didn't get much say in the matter.

"So how much do you know?" I ask, frowning at her.

She sighed, frustrated, looking at me. "There's something about cats, and growing people. A bit of experimentation..." She trails off looking at me.

"So you don't know a thing?" I ask, furious.

She gives me a look. "Blame yourself for that one, wise guy. You never told me, you just said, 'you've got to go save a planet Maria. The whole of all timelines is depending on this!'" She mimed facial expressions that I've certainly never used. At least, not in this body.

"How far in the future do you know me?" I ask frowning. Did I regenerate again?

She sighs again, this time a sound of sadness. "I am your past, your present and your future Doctor."

"What does that mean?"

She just gives me a secretive grin and turns towards the terminal. She pulls out her own sonic screwdriver, this one tipped red, and strange looking that my own.

"How'd you get that?"

She grins. "You and Mum fought about whether or not I should have one. Suffice to say, she won."

Because that was completely an answer. She starts searching through the databases. "Nothing odd." She comments, turning to face me again.

I scan the list of areas, frowning. "No sign of a shop. They should have a shop." She rolls her eyes at me, before she seems to drift off. She comes back after a moment.

"When I was downstairs, those Nurse Cat Nuns were talking about Intensive Care. Where is it?"

She fiddles with her screwdriver for a few more seconds before a wall slides down to reveal a corridor.

"Intensive Care. Certainly looks intensive." I comment, looking down the eerily green corridors. We enter, and she's staring at the area. We end up in a corridor of pods. I chose one at random and open it.

"What's wrong with him?"

I frown, immediately sensing it. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I close the door, and move to the next one, finding the same thing.

I see Maria swallow out of the corner of my eye. "What disease is that?"

"All of them." I growl out. "Every single disease in the galaxy. They've been infected with everything."

I narrowed down Cassandra to somewhere in the library.

"Cassandra." I called out, hoping to hear something from her.

"Alright blondie," A voice called from behind me. "Who are you?"

I snort, turning around. She's leaning against one of the shelves, attempting to look as if she owns the place. "What'd you mean?"

"You are a hypocrite." She growled out, walking up to me.

"What'd you mean by that?"

She gives me a look. "You've changed your face. Completely. And you condemn me for having a few operations."

"A few operations? A few means no more than five. Not seven hundred and eight."

"Technicalities."

She turns, and runs. I run to follow her, but I lose her in the bestiary section. A scream comes from the main room, and I run back.

In the room, Mia's down, collapsed on the floor, and Cassandra's getting close to the access point, making the body come out of the passed out state it was in.

Suddenly, Cassandra stopped, turned to me, and screamed. There was a burst of red light, and then, as soon as it appeared, it disappeared.

Cassandra was gone. Out of my mind. What happened?

"What did you do to her?" I yelled, staring at the redhaired woman. She had just waved her sonic screwdriver, hitting Rose with a bright red light. Rose had moaned in her unconscious state, meaning she was hurt.

Maria looked at me, frowning. "I'd forgotten what you were like. I just took the extra soul out of her head. They were waring for control over the body."

"Who's soul? And how do you know?" I asked, confused, concerned and protective.

She gives me a look. "Can we focus on the crazy cats who have decided to unleash their poorly named 'Flesh' on this unsuspecting hospital?"

I grabbed her, and gave her the look that Rose had dubbed 'The Oncoming Storm' look, back when I had bigger ears. "Tell me now."

"Alright," She sighed, obviously not fearful of my look, "The crazy, bitchy trampoline decided to become human once more, and tried to use your companion as a host."

I reeled back at the information. "How did she even survive?"

"Her skin may have popped, but the brain didn't." She sighed, giving me a desperate look, "Now can we go back to trying to save the hospital?"

I nod, thoughts rapidly firing through my head, and a plan was formed. "Get me intravenous solutions for every single disease."

She took off, taking the solutions, until we had a variety of colourful bags in front of us. I went to the lift, sonicing it open and finding rope. This had better work. Tying the bags on me, I jumped to the cables of the lift.

"What are you doing!?" Maria called, staring at me.

I laugh. "Going down." She looks at me, before sighing. "Come on!"

"What does this say about my life, if this is one of the more sane things I've done in all my long years?" She muttered before jumping.

I swallow, a question coming to mind. "How old are you?"

"A lady never tells." She grins, "But if asked, I gave up counting somewhere in my sixth century."

I blink at that thought, before pulling the latch and letting us free-fall. "So, if this is sane, what's crazy in your mind?" I ask looking at her, only to see her eyes shut tight, and knuckles white around my harness.

She sighs, thinking a moment. She had the time, the fall was going fairly slowly. "Well, I've crashed a wedding, only to separate the bride and groom, getting the bride to marry a clone of the groom?" She offered. "Actually, that was last week."

I give her a look, unsure whether or not to believe that. The grounds coming up underneath us, so I can't ask for more details. I get down, start fiddling with the disinfectant. I begin pouring all of the solutions into the mix. "When I say so, take hold of that lever."

"Disinfectant, mixed with all the cures, should cure everything else. So simple." I give her a grin, before pouring the last of the solution. I open the hatch of the lift and jump down.

The plan goes off without a hitch. The second the disinfectant is done, Maria jumps down, giving me a hug.

"A wedding? Did the end product top this?" I ask, grinning, watching the cure be passed on.

She laughs. "My goddaughter didn't end up marrying the wrong man. She almost married mine."

I blink. "Are you married?"

She smiles and laughs. "Are you asking?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

I nod, before replaying the conversation in my head. "Wait, were you saying yes to being married, or did you think that I was asking you to..." I trail off, uncertain.

She laughs. "Yes."

"No really, what did you mean?"

"Yes." She glances at her locket, as if that told her everything. For all I know it might. Suddenly, a voice comes from inside her purse.

"Ranger, we've got a problem."

She closes her eyes. "I've got to run. And you've got to go make sure Rose is okay." I nod, still trying to figure out the small woman in front of me.

She turns and walks away, I turn around. I glance back, for a last look at her, only to see the remnants of gold dust where she once was.

Rose.

I was a little disoriented when I woke up, lying down beside Jack.

"What happened?" I ask, sitting up.

Harry appeared in my vision. I blinked, looking at him. "What do you remember?"

"The trampoline decided to try and get into my head. I managed to fight her off. And then there was a red light in my head, and she just vanished." I said, rubbing my head.

Harry sighed. "Well, I have no idea how to explain this. Um, well, actually, the boss would kill me if I did explain it."

"She's gone actually." The Doctor called from behind us. "Left, someone called her, said they had a problem."

I saw Harry pale visibly. "I can guess what happened. HQ is close to exploding, mainly due to a paradox."

"HQ? As in..." I trail off, unsure of what to say.

Harry swallows. "Well, technically yes, but no."

"The second you want to start making sense let me know." I mutter.

He smiles a sad smile. "I can't. One day, you will understand, all of it. But until then, I can't tell you anything, no matter how much I actually want to."

"Doctor."

The Doctor glances at the Face of Boe. "You were supposed to be dying."

"There are better things to do today. Dying can wait."

I take Harry's hand, squeezing tight. "Dying will wait."

"I have grown tired with the universe, Doctor, but you have taught me to look at it anew."

The Doctor smiles. "There are legends, you know, saying that you and your friend are millions of years old."

"There are? That would be impossible." I suppress a snort. They both were over a few million years old.

"Wouldn't it just. I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me."

"A great secret." I swallow, knowing the secret, and what would happen to the Doctor.

The Doctor grins. "So the legend says."

"It can wait."

The Doctor's face falls. "Oh, does it have to?"

The Face of Boe laughs, "We shall meet again, Doctor, for the third time, for the last time, and the truth shall be told. Until that day." Harry leans on Boe, and they get beamed away.

"That's enigmatic. That, that is, that is textbook enigmatic." He turns to me, "How are you feeling?"

I shake my head, clearing the cobwebs. "I'm doing good."

"Do you want me to make sure everything's okay?" He asked, concerned.

I swallow. "No, everything's fine."

I sigh internally. He shouldn't get anywhere near my head.