A/N: Sorry for the large amount of time between the last update and now. I have no excuse - I basically lost interest in writing but I'm back with a new chapter. This has been written on my phone which explains the lack of bold for this Author's Note.

I have also had to re-update this chapter due to the fact that the copy and paste function from my phone completely screwed up the paragraphing! I won't be updating my phone anymore!

The next chapter shall be up on Thursday evening in the UK, or Thursday afternoon for any Americans

Anyway, here's the long overdued chapter.

Reviews are appreciated. Thank you.

The Doctor had gotten distracted.

The loud bang that had finished his conversation with Rose prematurely had, in fact, been a false alarm. Unable to sit, combined to a tiny cubicle for any longer, the Doctor had decided to take a stroll through the empty corridors of the school.

The Doctor was enjoying his stroll through peaceful corridors so much that he lost track of time. Fifteen minutes after he was supposed to meet Rose, he finally remembered to check his watch. He stared at it in amazement and disbelief at first before sprinting for his cupboard - the one with the secret stash of jelly babies - in order to find Rose, hoping she hadn't found his stash and scoffed them all while she had been waiting for him.

Pulling the door open in a hurry, the Doctor was met with the sight of a displeased Rose, sitting on a comfortable beanbag. In fact, she was sitting in the Doctor's special blue beanbag. At least she hadn't found his stash of sweets - that area of the cupboard remained untouched or, at least, looked untouched. He shook his head, clearing the unneeded thoughts from his head. "I'm so sorry, Rose! I just went for this stroll and-"

"You went for a stroll?" Rose repeated what the Doctor had just said, although she put more emphasis on the final word than the Doctor had done before her.

"Yeah, anyway," The Doctor hurriedly tried to change the subject onto more important things as he closed the door behind him and sat down on a pink beanbag - one he was less fond of but he still made no fuss. Besides this one was closer to his jelly babies than his blue one. Perhaps he could even manage to get hold of one without alerting Rose of his actions. Rose, however, wasn't going to let him drop the subject so quickly.

"You hung up on me to go for a stroll?" She questioned in disbelief.

"Yes. I mean no! Well, not really," The Doctor replied, messing up his words as he tried to speak even too fast for his own mouth to keep up properly. He took a deep breath before trying again. "I heard a noise and thought someone was coming so I had to hang up to make sure no one found me. Yet that was a false alarm and, as I told you over the phone, I was really bored so I decided to take a stroll around the school."

"Because that's a normal thing to do!" Rose commented sarcastically, although she was also smiling so the Doctor could tell she was joking.

"Oh, well, you know what I say," The Doctor shrugged off her joke, smiling back at her. "Normal is boring."

"For you, everything is boring!" Rose laughed and couldn't help but laugh even more when she saw the Doctor's reaction.

"Hey!" He protested with a frown and folded his arms, sending Rose a puppy-dog face in order to try and guilt-trip her to win an apology. This, however failed, and just caused Rose to laugh even more when she saw the ridiculous faces the Doctor was sending her way. Eventually, the Doctor gave in to Rose's joking and burst out laughing too.

"I'm not intruding anything, am I?" The Doctor and Rose's laughter faded away rather quickly after the arrival of a new voice. The Doctor turned to his right as quickly as possible to find himself looking at Miss Jones, happily making her way through a packet of his jelly babies. The Doctor and Rose shared a look of confusion before they both simultaneously looked back to Miss Jones who was looking at them expectantly. It almost seemed as if she expected an answer to the question she had used to announce her presence.

"Erm, of course not Miss Jones," the Doctor spoke hesitantly, unsure of how she found them, let alone got in without either of the pair noticing. This day had been nothing but weird and it seemed to be getting weirder.

"Please, Mr Smith, call me Harriet," Miss Jones responded, taking another jelly baby out of the packet she held and popping one into her mouth. The Doctor had to stop himself from glaring at her. She was making him hungry, after all. It wasn't like he could have a packet of jelly babies since he was trying to cut down on them. "It's a nice place you've got here. You have a good taste in refreshments."

There was a short pause with neither Rose nor the Doctor knowing how to respond although the Doctor took the compliment to heart.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" She asked.

"No, not at all," Rose responded quickly, alongside a shake of her head.

The Doctor also spoke at the same time, causing his and Rose's words to overlap, saying, "Take a seat." He gestured towards the green beanbag closest to the door and then began to wonder as to why the school had so many different coloured beanbags within its walls.

"Thank you," Miss Jones smiled gratefully at them both as she manoeuvred around the cupboard to take a seat at the green beanbag the Doctor had offered her.

"Miss Jones-" The Doctor leant forwards, getting closer to her as if she was about to whisper a life changing secret to him. He didn't care though. He finally had the chance to ask her about every strange thing that had happened since he had arrived in school that morning but he was interrupted.

"Harriet!" Miss Jones jumped in to correct him.

"Sorry, erm, Harriet," The Doctor corrected himself quickly, hoping to move onto what he wanted to talk about.

"Let me tell you, Mr Smith, there is very little I can tell you," Miss Jones interrupted him once again.

The Doctor sighed - apparently he wasn't going to get any answers about the uncomfortable feeling he had had when around the supply teachers earlier in the day. "Is there anything you can tell me?" The Doctor asked, deciding it'd be faster to be told everything he could be rather than asking questions he wouldn't receive answers to.

"Well, you were born Jonathan Alfie-James Smith, currently eleven years old and six months old, twelve on 22nd August," Miss Jones told him in reply.

"I meant useful information – stuff I don't already know," The Doctor explained although, from the smile he received from her after saying that, he could tell that she had known that all along and that he wouldn't be getting any answers any time soon.

"Sorry, but it's slightly weird that you know all that," Rose told Miss Jones. The Doctor liked that about Rose, she just spoke her mind regardless of the situation they found themselves in. The Doctor could think of many people he knew who would not be brave enough to do so.

"It's all in a file back at headquarters," Miss Jones replied with a shrug.

The Doctor could feel Rose's eyes burning on him. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She was unsure as to if they should trust this supposed MI6 agent. Miss Jones could be anyone for all they knew. The Doctor felt as if he could trust Miss Jones, though (even though he didn't know her, she just felt familiar) but decided to consider what Rose was saying - she was quite often right in the past. The Doctor opened his mouth, about to ask to see some identification when he heard a short knock on the cupboard door. Simultaneously, the three turned their heads to stare at the door.