A/N: Alex's outfit for this chapter can be found on my Tumblr, under the name 'darksideofparis'.

Sunbeams streamed through the partially closed curtains the following morning. Alex squinted a little in the oncoming glare and rolled over to try and avoid it. She was about to snuggle into the warm chest lying next to her when she became aware of something . . . no one else was there.

Alex's eyes burst open, and she rolled onto her back and rose. There was no one else in the room but she could hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom. The Doctor was in the shower. . .

Alex shook her head. God, get yourself under control, Alexandria! She sighed and got up.

She crossed over to the mirror and examined her reflection. Naturally, she looked gorgeous, even with mussed up hair and smeared make-up.

Not having anything else to do until the Doctor got finished with his strangely long shower, Alex turned the TV on to the Today show. She sat back down on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Just as she was getting into an interview between Matt Lauer and the latest troubled Hollywood starlet, the bathroom door opened and the Doctor came out, fully dressed, something Alex was thankful for. She had no idea what she would have done had he come out in a towel. Actually, she did have a pretty good idea, one that she knew she should not be thinking.

"Ally, you're up," the Doctor observed. "Shower's all yours."

"Thanks." Alex got up and headed towards the bathroom, noting that steam from the Doctor's shower was seeping out. She tried to ignore the pounding in her heart that reminded her she was going to be taking a shower in the same space the Doctor had. It wasn't something a person should think about, especially not with her current predicament.

Ten minutes later, the two were walking through the early-morning Savannah streets. It was a bit muggy, and Alex found herself quickly perspiring in the thick Georgia heat. The Doctor, however, didn't seem to be affected. Stupid Time Lord biology, Alex negatively thought.

"I'll just be a minute," Alex assured him as they approached the TARDIS. She had been insistent on getting some new clothes for the new day and had said he should as well, pointing out how unhygienic and nasty it was to go around wearing the same clothes for several days.

The Doctor leaned against the wooden exterior, not bothering to tell her he always kept a spare set of clothes in his bigger-on-the-inside jacket pockets. "Take your time," he dismissed as Alex ducked into the time-ship.

Five minutes later, Alex returned, now wearing a flowing pink strapless top, skinny jeans, pink sneakers, and simple gold owl earrings. But what the Doctor mainly noticed was the black rosary clutched in her hand. He watched, curious, as Alex placed it around her neck, fingering the cross delicately.

Alex noticed him watching and shrugged. "For luck."

~Living the Life of Ally~

Alex stabbed at her pancake with a fork before ultimately placing it down to rest against her plate. She really wasn't hungry. How could she eat with all this drama happening around her?

"Alexandria, please eat," the Doctor begged. "It's not healthy."

Alex narrowed her eyes at him. "This from the man currently nursing a glass of orange juice and only a glass of orange juice."

"Touché," the Doctor murmured.

Alex took a small bite of pancake just to please him before putting the fork back down and turning to face the water. They had found a small restaurant on River Street and were currently seated outside under the large deck that served customers of the bar upstairs. Various tourists and natives were seated all around them, talking and laughing with each-other, none of them concerned with possessions or ghosts or possible evil goings-on.

"Where are the lovebirds?" Alex asked, her gaze still on the glistening water.

The Doctor shrugged. "Somewhere. Probably sleeping or doing other couple . . . stuff."

Alex smiled and turned back to him. "Well, since they're off doing God knows what, what are we supposed to do? We have to figure out what's going on."

"You're right," the Doctor agreed, taking a quick gulp of his drink before pushing the glass off to the side. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "I've been thinking, and I did come up with one idea but you're probably not going to like it."

Alex's eyes narrowed, quickly seeing where this was going. "No," she said flatly. "No freaking way."

"Ally, just hear me out," the Doctor urged, holding a hand up to silence her. When Alex didn't say anything else, he went on. "Okay. I know it's not ideal and I don't like it either, but I think it's the best we've got."

"Doctor, I am not walking around this whole town waiting for a flipping ghost to possess me so that you can interrogate it!"

"Well, what do you suggest?" the Doctor demanded. He wasn't really angry with her; he didn't want to set her up as ghost bait either. He was just angry at this whole bloody situation. "It's not like we can go up to somebody and say My friend here is being possessed by ghosts, please tell us why!"

"Actually, you can," a new voice piped up. The Doctor and Alex jumped and turned to see several patrons looking at them. So caught up in their conversation, the time travelers hadn't noticed that they were talking just a little too loud.

A man seated directly across from them blushed slightly. "Sorry," he apologized. "Couldn't help but overhear." He turned his chair around, allowing the time travelers to study him. He was a bald man in his forties, a little plump, wearing a sky-blue polo and cargo shorts.

"The name's Joe," he introduced. He turned to look at Alex. "I'm guessing you're the young lady who got possessed over at the Pirates House last night?"

Alex stiffened and the Doctor, noticing this, reached out to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "How did you know that?" Alex demanded.

Joe smiled at her. "My eldest niece works there as a waitress, and she called in the middle of the night talking on and on about your interaction with the dearly departed."

"And a bunch of the tour group were in the bar last night, talking about what had happened," a brown-haired woman with a ponytail spoke up. She was leaning against the doorway, wearing a white blouse, black pants, and black ballet flats. She smiled sheepishly. "Candace Roberts, manager."

"Bet you think I'm crazy, huh?" Alex said sarcastically.

Candace laughed. "Sweetie, you are not crazy. My mother-in-law? She's crazy."

"Do you know someone who may be able to help us?" the Doctor asked, getting back to the matter at hand.

"Yes," Joe confirmed. "Madame Marie at the Psychic House." The Doctor and Alex must have looked skeptical because Joe burst out laughing. "No, trust me! She's not a flake at all! Knows her stuff, that woman."

"It's true," Candace nodded. "I had a ghost in the bar upstairs that kept causing all kinds of mischief. Broken bottles, salt and pepper shakers being moved around, you name it. Madame Marie came and had a talk with him and now I find the wines organized by type and year. She's the best."

Alex looked over at the Doctor, who still looked pretty doubtful about turning to a psychic for help. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try," she mused.

The Doctor sighed. He didn't think highly of psychics or mediums or any of that junk people used to try and contact the supernatural. He recalled an evening spent watching Rose and Jackie attempt to use an Ouija board to contact spirits, but nothing had happened other than mother and daughter getting completely plastered after they grew bored of their game and turned to alcohol for fun.

But then again, he was desperate to help Alex. He didn't like the idea of her getting randomly possessed by ghosts or whatever the hell they were. At this point, he didn't know what else to do.

He sighed and grabbed his glass before proceeding to drain it of all its contents. "Well, Ally," he said, slamming the glass down onto the table, "let's go meet a psychic."

~Living the Life of Ally~

It took the two a while to find the Psychic House. Apparently, the GPS on Alex's phone thought they wanted the Pirates House and had led them there instead. Alex had pointedly ignored the Doctor's mutterings of 'stupid bloody autocorrect' and how cell-phones were such a waste and that whoever invented them ought to be introduced to a Dalek as she hastily typed in the correct building.

After almost an hour, they finally reached the Psychic House. They were on a side street near one of the 21 squares that made up Savannah. No one seemed to be out at the moment, indicating that this was a quiet street.

"Here we are," Alex announced as they stopped in front of a medium-sized building with light blue window shutters and a matching door. A wrought-iron balcony hung above their heads, Spanish moss trickling down it. Curly gold letters painted on the window announced this building as Madame Marie's Psychic House. Readings, aura cleansings, and spirit consultations available within.

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at the sign. "Let's hope this isn't a trick," he murmured as he opened the door for Alex.

Alex didn't reply, too caught up in the appearance of the shop. The walls were made up of white paneled wood, which you could barely see due to all the shelves. The shelves held an abundance of jars and boxes, all of them filled and labeled with the strangest of things. Alex studied them. "Frog's eye, bat's blood, troll sneeze. . ." She blinked at this last one.

"Had a troll sneeze on me once," the Doctor recalled. "Not a pleasant experience."

Alex probably would have questioned him on this, but she became entranced with the shop once more. Purple, gold, and silver scarves dangled down from the ceiling, creating an almost gypsy caravan likeness. The floor was covered in simple gray carpet, but several worn Oriental rugs were spread out everywhere. In the center of the room was a large square-shaped glass counter. Alex peered inside to see a bunch of different colored rocks labeled as moon rocks, books on cleansing your aura, a display explaining palm readings, several crystal balls on sale for $59.99, and a bunch of other stuff.

The Doctor stood next to her, taking in all of this. He shook his head and began to fiddle with a pack of tarot cards on a display next to him. "I don't think anyone's here, Ally."

"The door was unlocked," Alex reminded him. "And you just want to leave because you don't believe in psychics."

"Do you?" the Doctor asked. He couldn't really see Alex believing in any of that junk but then again, he hadn't pegged her as a Catholic either.

Alex shook her head. "No, I'm one of those people who points and laughs at psychics. But at this point. . . I'll try anything."

"Sorry!" a voice called from the back of the room, causing the Doctor and Alex to jump and look up. An older black woman entered the room through a beaded curtain in a doorway at the back of the shop. She was dressed in a flowing purple caftan with several gold beaded necklaces around her neck along with matching rings on both hands. The finishing touch was an Indian patterned turban loosely tied around her head.

She bustled up to the counter, tweaking her turban as she came up. "Sorry. Had to take a phone call. Apparently one of the bars on River Street is getting ghost activity again. Ghosts never rest and neither do I." She looked up and smiled at them. "Hello. What can I do for you today?"

"Are you Madame Marie?" Alex asked.

The woman nodded. "Yes, I am. And you don't sound like you're from around here." Marie's eyes turned to the Doctor. "And you come from so much further away, don't you?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he said slowly.

Marie nodded and turned back to Alex. She studied the girl for a moment, making Alex feel a little uncomfortable. "You're from Kentucky," Marie suddenly said. "A small town, starts with a B. . . Berea? No, Bristol! But you've traveled further. You've seen things you never thought possible, haven't you, Alex?"

Alex stared at her in shock. How had she guessed all that? But before she could question her, Marie was turning to the Doctor. "And you," she murmured as the Doctor watched her with a guarded expression. "Doctor. You're not even from this Earth. You are older than you look, so, so old. You've seen the stuff of nightmares over and over again and think that that's all there is. Just nightmares. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you have no idea how significant it is. You have no idea how important it is. That light has always been destined for you, ever since the beginning, ever since you started traveling in that blue box."

There was dead silence for a long moment. The Doctor was stunned. There was no way Marie could know that much about his life, especially that he was an alien. It wasn't like he had a sign on his back advertising that. But what truly puzzled him was that light she was talking about. Light? What light? Did it mean he was going to die someday, probably in the near future? Or was it something else, something he didn't know or understand?

Marie smiled at them. "And you both are here for my help," she deduced.

Alex gaped at her. "How did you know?" she asked, not ruling out the possibility of one of those restaurant patrons calling the woman and telling her they were coming.

"I'm psychic," Marie smirked.

"What number am I thinking of?" the Doctor asked her.

Marie gave him a withering look. "It doesn't work like that," she said, rolling her eyes. She turned around and headed back over to the door with the beaded curtain. She waved a hand over her shoulder. "Come on back. And it's negative 87 by the way."

The Doctor's jaw dropped while Alex snickered. "Negative 87?" she repeated.

"No one ever chooses or guesses a negative number," the Doctor argued.

Alex only sighed as they stepped through the beaded curtain.

The beaded curtain led into a small office area. The walls were chocolate brown and the floor was covered in a rich Persian carpet. A cherry desk sat in one corner of the room, a pile of books stacked up on it next to an iMac and an old tea mug. Opposite the desk was a leather couch with two matching chairs sitting in front of it. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with not only books, but jars and boxes and even what looked like an incense lamp. A doorway opened on a spiral staircase that led to Marie's apartment upstairs.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Marie told them as she bustled over to a small stove by the other doorway.

The Doctor and Alex settled themselves on the leather sofa. "This is pretty different from your shop," the Doctor observed.

Marie waved a hand dismissively. "That junk? All that's for the tourists. They like the weird, spooky stuff. But back here is where I do my real magic." She grabbed a tea mug off a nearby shelf and poured some tea into it. She set it down and moved over to the desk where a mini fridge was located, pulling out a Diet Pepsi. She grabbed the tea mug and carried it and the soda over to the time travelers.

"Tea, no sugar, extra cream," she said to the Doctor, handing him his drink. "And you can't stand tea, so here's your favorite." She passed the soda to Alex.

The Doctor and Alex looked at her, impressed. "Wow, you really are psychic," Alex said admirably. Wait until Marigold heard about this.

Marie shrugged. "So I've been told." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of them, adjusting her caftan skirt accordingly. "Now, tell me why you're here. I assume it has something to do with those possessions at the Pirates House and the Sorrel-Weed House, right?"

"Let me guess," the Doctor chuckled. "Psychic?"

"Not exactly," Marie smiled. "News travels fast in Savannah. The manager of the Pirates House is a good friend of mine. She called me last night and told me all about it. Later, I overheard some college students discussing it as they were browsing through the shop. I figured the 'young couple' that was described to me would come in sooner or later."

The Doctor and Alex blushed at the mention of their being a couple. Seriously, why were they always mistaken for one?

"But that's neither here nor there," Marie dismissed, not missing how uncomfortable the two looked at being called a couple. "What is important is why you, my dear, are having these little . . . episodes."

Marie picked up a pad of paper and a pen from a small table beside her. "Now, I took the liberty of writing out a few theories on why this is happening. But they are just theories. Why don't you both tell me what happened during these possessions, and we'll go from there?"

For the next few minutes, the Doctor and Alex took turns describing what took place during Alex's possessions. The Doctor described Alex's actions and what the 'spirit' said, and Alex talked about how she had felt something running through her mind, trying to shut her off so it could take over. Marie listened attentively, occasionally jotting down notes. After they were done, Marie sat back in her chair and was silent for a long moment. Either she was processing what they had told her, or she was using her psychic powers to figure out what was going on.

"It seems to me," she said finally, "that Alex is acting as a host for various spirits, all who want to inform you, Doctor, of something."

"Why me though?" Alex wondered. "Why are they specifically drawn to me?"

"I see you have a very powerful mind," Marie said. "Things try to trick it but don't succeed. For a time, you remembered things others couldn't. That, my dear, is like a magnet to the spirits."

"Aren't ghosts usually attracted to weaker minds?" the Doctor asked, not being able to follow Marie's explanation, a first for him.

Marie hesitated for a moment. "You're right but . . . these spirits are different. There is something more . . . unique about them."

Alex frowned. "Unique in what way?"

"I can't see it," Marie sighed. "But I know there's something strange going on, stranger than being possessed by ghosts, and it all has to do with what they want to tell you two."

"Well, how we supposed to figure out what's going on?" the Doctor questioned.

"I think I have an idea on how to figure that out." Marie set her pen and paper aside and leaned forward. "I propose we try and get another spirit to come to Alex."

"That's what I suggested!" the Doctor cried.

Marie shot him a dry look. "Yes, well, this is not an easy thing to do. It's better if a professional is there to monitor the situation in case something goes wrong. I propose we meet in Bonaventure Cemetery no later than eleven thirty."

Alex perked up at this proposition. Bonaventure Cemetery was a big part of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. It was actually where the author went to watch a voodoo priestess do her magic.

She had to ask. "Are you a voodoo priestess?"

Marie laughed heartily, much to Alex's surprise. "I take it you've read the book, as it's referred to in Savannah. I do come from a long line of voodoo doers. I'm not as good as some of the other people in town, but I do dabble. I believe in this case, voodoo would be our best option in getting one of the spirits to communicate with us."

After agreeing to meet up with Marie at Bonaventure, the two left the Psychic House and headed down the street. As they walked, Alex called Amy. Apparently, the Ponds were at the public library, trying to see if possessions similar to Alex's had happened before.

"There's nothing though," Amy reported sadly. "Sorry, Alex."

"It's alright," Alex assured her. "The Doc and I did some investigating of our own and we met a psychic who says I'm acting as a host for spirits who want to tell the Doctor something."

"A psychic?" Rory repeated skeptically.

"She's good, Rory," Alex insisted. "Seriously. She knew stuff only the Doctor or I would know."

"If you're sure," Amy said. "So, what else did this psychic say?"

The Doctor motioned for Alex to put the phone on speaker. "The psychic, Alex, and I are meeting at Bonaventure Cemetery tonight for a little ghost-hunting."

"Sounds fun," Amy said in the type of voice that indicated she wasn't sure what to say to that.

After making arrangements to meet the Ponds back at River Street before heading off to lunch at the City Market, Alex hung up her phone and she and the Doctor continued walking. By the time they reached River Street numerous streets later, Alex's feet were killing her.

"Doctor, please stop for a minute," she begged as she sat down on a bench at the curb. "We've been walking for practically twelve blocks! My feet are killing me."

The Doctor sighed and leaned against the bench. "And how long will we wait here?"

Alex shot him a look. "As long as it takes," she replied, crossing her legs and arms as she turned to stare out at the water.

The Doctor let out another sigh and went over to her. "Okay then. Plan B." Before Alex knew what was happening, the Doctor had picked her up to cradle her in his arms bridal-style and was now walking down the street.

"Doctor!" Alex cried. "People are staring! What will they think?"

"That you're horribly spoiled," the Doctor replied, smirking at her.

Alex shrugged and leaned into him. She had never really cared much of what people thought of her. It hadn't been a real concern of hers. In her mind, doing that was just a step away from becoming like Hillary Westcott, who worshipped MTV and wore whatever fashions were in style that month.

The Doctor carried her down the street until they reached the bar Rory had suggested they meet at before heading off. Alex smiled up at him as he deposited her in a chair. "So, are you like my servant now?"

The Doctor laughed a little. "Hardly. But no one can blame me if I find myself succumbing to your every will."

Alex giggled and leaned back in her chair as the Doctor went back out on the sidewalk to await the Ponds. A phone vibrated nearby, quite loudly, making her frown. We really are dependent on cell-phones, she thought as the buzzing died down. As she started to relax again, a young woman with bottle-blonde hair and an even faker tan at the table beside her turned to face her.

"You're so lucky," she sighed wistfully. "My husband wouldn't even think about doing what yours did."

Alex only smiled, not even bothering to protest that she and the Doctor weren't a couple.

~Living the Life of Ally~

Bonaventure Cemetery, while really pretty in the daylight, was downright creepy at night. The tombstones gleamed in the light of the full moon. The Spanish moss hanging in the trees overhead waved slowly in the light breeze, looking like the ghosts in movies. The statues on several gravestones looked like they were watching the group as they walked through the cemetery.

Alex shuddered as she passed one. The Weeping Angels had rather ruined statues for her.

It had been remarkably easy to get into the cemetery. Alex had assumed the Doctor would use his sonic to open the gates, but Marie had surprised them by producing a key. "My voodoo helped the groundskeeper's son get off for drug possession," she had explained. "I can come in here whenever I like."

Marie led the way through the cemetery, explaining that she knew every inch of it. No one, not even the Doctor, spoke as they walked through the graveyard. It was a creepy, mysterious place, and Marie had already warned them not to speak so as not to scare off the spirits.

Alex pressed herself closer to the Doctor as they passed a large creepy gravestone. She shuddered and pressed her face into his jacket. The Doctor wrapped a comforting arm around her back, keeping her pressed right up against him. Alex smiled a little as she felt his hand trace circular patterns around her shoulder. She hated this little ghost-hunting expedition they were on, but the Doctor's presence more than made up for it.

Suddenly, Marie came to a stop, nearly causing the Doctor and Alex to slam into her back. Marie reached into her pocket of her bomber jacket and pulled out a silver pocket watch. Alex thought she felt the Doctor tense up at the sight of it, but dismissed it as her imagination.

"Eleven forty," Marie murmured, checking the watch. She shut it and put it back into her pocket. "Twenty till bad magic starts. We have to hurry."

As Marie scurried off, the Doctor murmured in Alex's ear, "What is she talking about, time for bad magic?"

"Voodoo superstition believes that the period of eleven thirty to midnight is the time for doing good magic while the period of twelve oh one to twelve thirty is the time for doing bad magic," Alex provided. The Doctor nodded, having now grasped this. Voodoo was not a subject he was familiar with.

"Quiet," Marie scolded.

The trio continued on for another two minutes until Marie held her hand up, telling them to stop. "This is a good spot," she revealed. "The ground and graves here are perfect for voodoo."

The Doctor and Alex looked around. They were currently in a more simplistic part of the cemetery. Modest tombstones had been organized in simple rows and a few trees had been planted in various areas for good measure.

Marie silently led them along the rows of tombstones. Alex rushed along after her. She hated graveyards and the idea that she was walking over bodies buried in the ground made shivers go down her spine. She dreaded the knowledge that one day she would end up buried six feet below ground. The whole idea seemed terribly claustrophobic. Don't think about that, Alexandria! Alex scolded herself. Of course, this was easier said than done when you were walking through a graveyard.

Marie came to a stop and knelt next to a tombstone belonging to a young woman who had died three years ago. "Alright, let's see. . ." She checked her watch and smiled a little. "Eleven forty-five. Plenty of time left."

The Doctor and Alex watched, curious, as Marie dug into a little pouch she had brought along. She pulled out some roots, a few twigs, and a shovel. Marie dug a small hole next to the gravestone and put one of the roots into it. She reached into her sack again and pulled out a bottle of Maker's Mark whiskey.

"This here grave belongs to Elena Thompson," Marie told them as she opened the whiskey bottle and poured a few drops into the small hole. "Sweet girl she was, but she had a bit of a drinking problem. One night, she got so drunk, she stumbled out of a River Street bar and right in the path of one of those darned cars that drive on that road. Instantaneous death. She was very interested in the supernatural and she did a couple odd jobs for me around the shop. She said that if she ever died and I needed help with something spirit-related, to come to her grave and bring her some Maker's Mark.

"Did you know that you can't get drunk by the grave of a person who liked to drink? The dead take the fumes away before you can even get the bottle open." Marie smiled a little. "I've never quite believed that, but I believe in Elena." She held the bottle out to the Doctor and Alex. "Drink?"

The Doctor shook his head and though Alex was tempted, she too said no. She had a feeling she needed a clear head for what was about to happen.

Marie only nodded, as if she expected this response, which she probably had. "Alright, let's get going." She leaned back on her haunches and closed her eyes. "Hello, Elena," she said in a faraway voice. "How you been?" She paused for a moment, as if the spirit of Elena Thompson was really answering her.

Marie smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Listen, strange things are happening right now. My friend Alex here is getting possessed. Do you know why?" Another pause and Marie frowned. She opened her eyes and turned to look at the Doctor and Alex, who had remained silent and awed for the past couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Elena doesn't know." Marie sighed and grabbed the Maker's Mark bottle again. "Thanks for trying, darling," she said to the tombstone before pouring a few more drops into the hole and taking a swig out of the bottle herself.

Alex groaned. "Great, just great!" she cried. "We came all this way for nothing!" Alex paced across the grass, frustrated beyond belief now. When was all of this going to end? Would it ever end?

The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was just as frustrated as Alex. He hated that this was happening to her and that he didn't know what this mysterious threat was. He went over to Marie, who was placing the whiskey bottle back in her sack. "What now?" he asked.

Marie sighed and shrugged. "We can still try to get a ghost to possess her." She checked her watch and groaned. "Past midnight though. Any spirit we'd get now would likely be malevolent."

The Doctor nodded. No way was he risking Alex's safety to get a ghost right now. "Okay, then. We'll try again in the morning. Ally? Let's head back to the hotel." He turned to head back, but then noticed that Alex hadn't replied. He frowned and turned back around. "Ally?"

No reply. In fact, Alex was facing away from them, her shoulders stiff and her arms down at her sides, hands curled into tight little fists. The Doctor carefully went up to her. "Alex?" he said. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, but Alex whirled around before he could do so.

"Doctor," she said slowly in that strange, possessed tone. Her eyes glowed white and they narrowed slightly, making them look all the more menacing.

"Yes, it's me," the Doctor confirmed to the latest spirit to possess Alex.

Marie stepped up beside him. She looked at Alex with an awed expression. "Incredible," she breathed. "I've never seen anything like it."

Alex's head stiffly turned to face Marie. "You are the psychic," she stated, her voice switching to a pronounced southern twain that was distinctly male.

"Yes, I'm Marie. Who are you and why are you here?"

"Danger is coming," the spirit informed them. "It will come very soon."

"Yes, we got that, thank you!" the Doctor snapped. "What danger though? What specific danger?"

Alex opened her mouth to answer when she suddenly jerked to the side, nearly collapsing over a tombstone. "Strong," the spirit inside her mused before throwing Alex's body forward.

"Alex is fighting back," the Doctor told Marie. Marie nodded and stepped forward.

"Talk quickly," she instructed the spirit. "You don't have long."

"Buzzing in the air. Monsters in the water. Water, Doctor. The water is evil. Water hurts all." Alex's body fell to the ground and writhed around for a few seconds before springing up again. "Danger, Doctor! Dan. . .ger. . ." Alex crumpled to the ground as the white in her eyes faded, replaced by a soothing light green.

The Doctor was by her side in an instant. He gently eased her up and into his arms, cradling her bridal-style. Alex's head flopped into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. "Doctor," she murmured, her natural voice back.

"Shh," he soothed. "Just rest, Ally." Alex nodded and closed her eyes.

"She'll be fine," Marie assured him.

"I know," the Doctor replied. He adjusted Alex's body before adding, "But we at least got more information out of the spirit. There's something in the water."

Marie studied him, noticing he looked slightly surprised. "Why are you surprised?" she asked.

"I thought the water thing was Alex bleeding through," the Doctor explained. "Alex is afraid of water and I thought when she was saying that, it was her gaining control again."

"But it doesn't appear that way now."

"No," the Doctor sighed. "It doesn't. There's some kind of threat in the river. Only question is, what is it?"

A/N: More info in this chapter on what the evil aliens are doing! There's something in the water. . . Also, did you all like Madame Marie? Just a note: I picture her looking like Whoopi Goldberg. :) Also, sorry for the later update, but I was working on an art project that about killed me. :)

Some notes on reviews. . .

jesterlover - Sounds so much fun! I'm jealous. :) I know! One day of no alien trouble would be great! :)

ShadowTeir - Yep, good thing the Doctor got her out of there when he did. He'd throw an absolute Oncoming Storm fit if they locked up his Ally. :) I know, the sexual tension! Lol, glad you like the Rory snoring bit! That was totally inspired by my dad, who snores incredibly loud. I've done the same pillow-trick Alex used when I had to listen to it in hotels on family vacations. :)

mayfire21 - Yep, can't beat garbage disposal people! And yes, Eva's gone. Sorry she scared you. :)

Unk. N. Own - Hmm, interesting question. I think that if that happened, most everyone would be shocked and capture the Doctor. Alex would throw an absolute hissy fit, probably terrifying Percy, Annabelle, Chiron, and the others. Continuing on the Percy Jackson theme, if something like that did happen, Alex would be the child of a Greek god, most likely Athena because of her intelligence and mind. Her looks could've been a blessing by Aphrodite. :) Cool question!

rycbar15 - It's insane. I can't believe I've gotten this many reviews on my FIRST story. It's also puts the pressure on to make every chapter better than the last one. :) Yep, can't stay out of his bed, can she, lol. :)

ElysiumPhoenix - Yep, I plan on doing NanNoWriMo, hopefully where I'll get a ton of 'Living's' sequel done and also the new OC series I'm launching so you all have something to read while the Alex Locke series is on hiatus. It all depends on how much schoolwork I have though. :) I'm glad you liked the part where she thought about her parents. Her life really would've been different had her parents lived.

Gwilwillith - Thank you! :)

Trixie - Lol, I wondered if that was what you really meant, but I wasn't sure. Alex will have a good relationship with the Doctor's ganger, pretty much identical to the one she has with the real Doctor. :)

TheGirlWhoWaited - It's cool. I don't watch 'Sherlock' but I'll keep that story in mind. :) Lol, no, no hope of normalcy on Alex's birthday with the Doctor around. :) Good theory, but we'll have to wait and see on if it's true or not. :)

Timey-Wimey Somn-Like Lass - Lol, yeah it IS good you had someone there with you! I don't fall asleep in public places, unless you count the car while we're driving along the interstate. :) Glad you loved the fluff!

Neko 97 - I know! But it gets better. :)

SopherGopherroxursox - Yes, she had to get pushed against a wall. It seemed like the right thing to do. :) Yes, the TARDIS got her earrings! I want a TARDIS so bad right now! :) Ooh . . . good theory, but no, she's not Rose. Alex is a completely original character. But we'll find out about the Ross/Rose connection in 'Death of the Doctor'. :)