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A/N Thanks for the amazing response on the last chapter. We passed 500 reviews! Thank you so much for that.

Here is Part 2 of 'New Earth'. As promised, monsters and mayhem ahead.

Happy Reading!

New Earth: Something Wicked

Previously

"Can we go to the Falls of Sona again?" asked Rose, remembering the trip they had taken in the other universe to a bunch of natural hotsprings that had formed after the Earth's rebuilding in the 30th century. It had been after the Nira incident and the first time that Rose had realised that she was falling in love with the Doctor.

"Your wish is my command, my lady," he said happily as he kissed her forehead and linked their hands together. Rose grinned at him and the two of them started their walk back to the TARDIS.

Only a few streets away from the flower shop where Fitz was working and where the Doctor and Rose were walking hand in hand, Cassie woke up sweating and screaming. She glanced around her tiny room, hoping and praying that her keepers had not heard her scream.

The house was silent and Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. The sticky heat and the terror of her nightmare had all but driven the thought of any more sleep from her mind. Without a clock in the room, nor any windows, she couldn't be certain if it was night or day.

The shackles around her right wrist that kept her tied to the bed rankled as she tried to get comfortable again. She'd only just found a good position to rest when the familiar sound of someone unbolting the door reached her ears. Terror filling her every nerve, Cassie sat up and drew her knees to her chest protectively.

The sound of footsteps on wooden staircase grew louder and louder until Cassie's door slammed open. Cassie flinched but months of captivity kept her scream from escaping. Dr. Charles did not spare her a glance as he closed the door behind himself and walked over to the chair set at the other end of the room.

Ignoring Cassie as usual, he started checking the bizarre machine assembled in front of him. It beeped and groaned, emitting a low pitched whine occasionally. As he kept examining the numbers and symbols on the machine, Cassie felt helpless tears fill her eyes. She'd been a prisoner for months, and every day he would come in and sit in that chair and check that damned machine. It would be an hour until he finished his examinations, when he would get up and leave her alone again. He never spoke to her, never touched her, never even looked at her when she would yell, scream, cry and beg him to let her go.

The only other person Cassie saw was a woman in her late fifties called Hannah. She wore a stiff black dress like a nun but Cassie knew that she was nothing of the sort. Hannah would come in to give her food twice a day and let her use the bathroom. In the early days, Cassie had tried to escape but Hannah always caught her and dragged her back to her room. She was surprisingly strong for such an older woman.

Cassie had been stuck in this hell-hole for months but it felt like years to her. She hadn't seen the sun since the moment she had been snatched after that rather late night rendezvous with Steve from down the road. She didn't actually remember being taken; one minute she had been running home and the next she had woken up shackled to a bed in this tiny room.

She had no idea if she was even in London anymore. For all she knew, she had been taken halfway across the world. At first, she assumed the worst but so far, no one had touched her or done more than keep her locked and shackled in this room. She had tried to ask them what it was they wanted but all she got was a stoic look from Hannah and complete non-reaction from Dr. Charles.

Dr. Charles finished his examination of the machine, and Cassie waited for him to leave but he stayed in his chair, looking at Cassie. The unexpected action scared Cassie but she felt slight hope rise in her chest at the same time. Maybe she was being set free.

"Hannah!" Dr. Charles called, his eyes fixed on Cassie.

Hannah's quick footsteps were heard as she entered Cassie's room. "Yes, Dr. Charles?" she asked in a clipped voice.

"She is ready," said Dr. Charles.

Fitz did not have any more customers until it was time to close. He moved mechanically to do the usual tasks before closing, not really focusing on his work. He had promised to meet some mates down at Molly's pub and even if he wasn't going to be playing tonight, he knew it was very likely that Molly would ask him to step in for a while.

He locked up the shop behind him and decided to walk down the few blocks to the pub. His whole life revolved around these blocks, he realised. Home, work, chippy and pub. All his life, Fitz had considered this part of his life to be just a platform until he began his real life. His very own Act Two of life, as he thought of it. Years passed, but he didn't lose that hope.

This year was going to be different, he knew. There was already talk of people saying that 1963 was special. This was going to be his year. He just knew it.

With an extra spring in his step, he sauntered down to the pub. It was still pretty early but he was met by a harried-looking Molly.

"Fitz! Thank god," she said.

"Easy, doll," he said with a chuckle. "When do you want me to play?"

"Around 7 ish? For an hour or so?" she asked beseechingly.

He laughed and nodded. "I'll do it, Molls," he said.

"Thanks, Fitz. You're a lifesaver," said Molly as she gave him a one-armed hug and hurried off to the small office behind the bar.

He checked the time and realised that he had an hour before he was needed on stage so he asked for a pint from Larry at the bar. Fitz glanced around the half-full bar and waved at Henry from the market. He was a decent enough bloke but very clingy as Fitz had found out the hard way. Fortunately, Henry had met some rich prat from Wales and Fitz was finally free. Good thing too, because Fitz hated being tied down.

The hour passed quite quickly and soon enough, Fitz found himself on the stage under a single spotlight, tuning his guitar. The crowd was mostly the popular music favouring kind, as he had gleaned from his discreet observations while sitting at the bar.

"Good evening," he greeted, purposely making his voice more husky, trying not smile when he saw a few girls in the corner booth sit up straighter. "My first song for the evening, 'Stranger on the Shore'."

Fitz played for forty minutes that evening and left amidst disappointed groans and thunderous applause from the audience that adored him. He loved the attention and he knew Molly loved the tips and customers it brought in when they knew Fitz Fortune was playing. He took his final bow and walked towards the bar for a much-needed drink.

"You are really good," he heard a sultry voice whisper in his ear.

He smelled the delicate perfume that seemed a bit posh for this part of town but he smiled regardless as he turned to appraise the blonde woman who had spoken. He didn't know if he should be disappointed or not when he realised that she wasn't the same blonde he had seen this morning, but this one...she was something else. Long legs, curves, curled blonde hair, red lipstick and a dress that would have been considered scandalous a mere year ago. Fitz appraised her like an artist would a particularly delightful piece of art.

"Fitz Fortune," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Enchanted."

She smiled. "Cassandra O'Brien," she said. "You can call me Cassie."

"So, Falls of Sona," said the Doctor as he approached the console and started entering the coordinates. "July, 3149. How does that sound?"

Rose smiled fondly at him. "Sounds great," she said.

"Splendid," he remarked as he went to pull the lever to release the brakes but stopped when he saw a mauve beacon lit up next to it.

"Something wrong?" asked Rose, recognising his concerned face.

"A mauve alert," he said. "Presence of alien technology."

"I thought there always is alien technology on Earth," said Rose. "You told me that there were crashes and things, not to mention the whole Roswell thing."

"The Roswell thing was completely not my fault," he protested petulantly. "No, this is technology that is being used. Somewhere very close to where we are."

"But we're in London and not exactly in an area prone to spaceship crashes," said Rose. "Unless there's something different in this universe," she added as an afterthought.

He grinned at her and reached under the console to pull a round socket and some wires free. "Come on," he said, melding them together with his sonic screwdriver as he walked towards the doors. "This won't take long, and we'll be on our way to the Falls."

Rose patted the TARDIS in sympathy, having felt the hum change when the Doctor had ruined the circuitry for his makeshift whatever-he-was-making. She followed after him, closing the doors behind her.

"Nice place," said Cassie as she looked around Fitz's flat.

"Thanks," said Fitz, not seeing the grimace that passed over her face. "Can I get you a drink?"

Instead of answering, she walked over to him and grabbed him into a kiss. Fitz was slightly startled at her forwardness but he was not the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. He started to take his jacket off when he noticed something strange. Cassie's eyes were open and while not that odd, Fitz realised that away from the dim light of the pub, they looked rather sickly. With a shudder, Fitz recalled his mother's eyes and their cloudiness after prolonged doses of medication.

He broke the kiss and stepped away from her. "Sorry," he muttered at the shocked look on her face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Fitz fought back his revulsion. Her eyes were getting cloudier with every passing second, the bright blue going a dull, murky grey. "Look sweetie, I'm all for some fun myself but whatever the hell you took is doing a number on your eyes," he said. He knew it was too good to be true. Girls like her did not go home with blokes like him unless they were seriously high on some chems.

She went pale at the mention of her eyes and dashed over to a mirror in Fitz's flat. "My eyes," she said, looking at her reflection in horror. "My beautiful blue eyes!" she cried.

"Whoa, doll! Calm down," he said. These flats had thin walls and he didn't want to get evicted because princess over there couldn't control her voice. "Look, do you want a cigarette?"

She didn't appear to be listening to Fitz. "It wasn't supposed to be this way," she said, touching her face in the mirror. "I waited six months for the perfect body. It's not supposed to look ugly."

"Hey now, I didn't say you were ugly," said Fitz at once since it looked like she was gearing up for a world-class tantrum.

She snapped around to look at him, and Fitz's mouth fell open in horror when he saw the blue of her eyes all but gone. The grey colour seemed to have mixed in with the whites, making her look horrifying. "Jesus, doll. You have to go to the hospital," he said.

She ignored his words and stalked towards him. Fitz had an immediate instinctive response to step back. He remembered the story of the succubi that his mother used to tell him when he was a child. A demonic entity that seduced men and fed on them until they died. In that moment, Fitz truly thought that he was about to killed.

A practical part of his brain pointed out that he could run from her but her terrifying eyes seemed to have locked him in place. She opened her mouth and shouted out a horde of phrases in a language he couldn't understand, and Fitz started to feel faint. She was a demon, he was certain of it now. Fitz was just gearing up to scream for his life when the door to his flat banged open.

A bizarrely dressed man with long curly brown hair entered, followed by the blonde he had seen that afternoon. The man pointed a metallic silver cross at the demon who shrieked loudly. "Now, Rose!" he yelled.

The blonde, Rose, threw what looked like ordinary water from a silver flask, at Cassie who shrieked in pain and started looking for an exit.

Fitz could only watch in horror when Cassie realised that there was no escape and decided to just run through the window to jump out of the flat. It was a sheer drop and Fitz knew that it was impossible to survive.

"She's gone," said the man as he ran to the window and peered out. "We won't be able to catch up with her."

It was all too much for Fitz, who promptly passed out.

A/N End of Part 2. So, what did you think?

The explanations will come soon, I promise. As for Fitz's sexuality, he is canonically bisexual and if you don't think so, seriously reread the novels. Honestly, his favourite pickup line was '...from where I come from, we shag as way of greeting.'

Anyway, Part 3 will have some explanations about the characters that were introduced, as well as more Doctor, Rose and Fitz. It will be up soon. See you then!

~ Phoenix