AN: Ashley, thanks again for the super kind words :D Honestly, reviews like yours keep me writing. That, and I have way too many feels about this series xD Thanks for saying that Stephen is adorable. I love him. My sister is trying to persuade me to build a Rory bear but I just can't afford one (yet) lol As for the heart metaphor, the necklace is actually based on one I own. Sadly, it didn't come with such a romantic speech but I thought it would be cute to give it some super sweet meaning :)

Crazy

Stephen, Rory, Boo and Freddie sat in the flat. Stephen sat on the couch, leaning towards the table typing something on his laptop. The girls sat on the floor, huddled together around a magazine. Rory was playing with the heart pendant around her neck, the one Stephen had given her for Christmas. He kept smiling as he listened to them talking. "What about this one?" Rory would ask and Boo or Freddie would tell her that she'd "look amazing. Ooooh, look at that one." He wasn't allowed an opinion. Rory wanted her wedding dress to be a surprise to him. He knew that they were going dress shopping next week so Rory was in the final stages of picking which one she wanted. He briefly managed to hear that had she narrowed the selection down to about 15 - which made him chuckle as he typed - before Callum walked in.

Stephen raised his head from his laptop. "Hey."

"Hey." Callum, Stephen noticed, sounded decidedly deflated. Callum walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Stephen looked at the girls once more and noticed that Boo had watched Callum, a little bit on concern creeping into her features. Stephen stood and nodded to Boo, silently telling her that he would see what the matter was. Boo nodded back and returned her attention to the magazine as Stephen walked into the kitchen.

Callum stood staring at the kettle as it boiled. He didn't acknowledge Stephen walking in. "Callum? What's wrong?"

"Hmmm?" Callum looked up before shaking his head quickly. "Nothing. It's alright."

Stephen leant against the counter. "It clearly isn't. What's wrong?"

Callum sighed. "It's nothing. It's just..."

He turned to face Stephen fully. "There was a problem on the Tube today. At Lancaster Gate. Ghost messing with the switches."

"Why is that a problem?"

"Because it was crazy and I couldn't make it understand that I needed it to move. And I promised Boo I wouldn't use the terminus as much. I can't..." He sighed. "I can't break a promise to her. I love her more than anything."

Stephen frowned. "Well, if you explain that there's not much choice in the matter, I'm sure Boo will understand."

"I'll understand what?" Boo's voice floated in from the doorway and both of them turned to look at her. She stood at the kitchen door looking concerned. Callum sighed heavily and Stephen cleared his throat. "I'll leave you two to talk."

He left the kitchen and shut the door, leaving Boo and Callum alone. The kettle boiled and Callum turned around to pour himself his cup of tea as she walked toward him slowly. Her voice was soft. "Callum? What is it?"

His shoulders slumped as he turned to face her. His voice was sad. "There was a ghost at Lancaster Gate today. I tried to talk to it - him - but he didn't understand. He's messing with the switches and he's causing disruptions but I promised you - I promised - I wouldn't use the terminus as much. And I don't want to break that promise. I don't know what to do."

He hung his head and stared at his feet. He felt Boo's hand on his cheek, gently lifting his head. She smiled at him softly. "I love you. And I know you wouldn't hurt me, not even by breaking a promise." She nodded slowly. "Use it. There's clearly no choice."

He placed his hand over hers. "Are you sure?"

She smiled at him. "Yes."

He smiled back. "Right then. Actually, I have an idea. Let's all go, and if none of us can get any sense from him, we'll terminate him."

She nodded and they walked back into the living room to share the idea. They were all at Lancaster Gate within the hour. Rory looked around. "This seems familiar."

Stephen nodded. "This was the tube that had all of those problems when the Oswulf stone was removed."

Rory pursed her lips. "Oh."

Stephen took her hand and squeezed it as they descended into the tube. Callum stopped in his tracks when they reached the platform. His voice was amazed. "Son of a bitch, he's moved."

The platform was empty so he was easy to notice. The ghost stood, swaying as if caught in a breeze and staring at the wall. He turned his head when they approached gently. His eyes darted over all of them before fixing on Rory. He continued staring at her, cocking his head to the side as if trying to remember something. Rory, too, had a look of confusion on her face. Stephen looked at her. "Are you ok?"

"His face. I know it. I've seen it before."

She had barely said these words when the ghost snarled. Everyone's heads whipped from Rory to the ghost as it roared, eyes still fixed on her. "You!"

He sprang towards her, faster than she had ever seen a ghost move. No one could react quick enough and, when the ghost placed his hands around her throat, Rory felt her body shaking. She heard Stephen yell her name in panic as she scrunched her eyes shut and saw the blinding light behind them. But the light was painful this time and it felt like it was ripping through her body. She screamed and fell to her knees as a floral smell entered the air. The man was gone. Rory tried crawling away from the smell and pain and almost crawled over the edge. She felt hands steady her as she vomited over the side. She could hear voices all around her, disjointed.

"It's alright sweetheart" - Stephen. He was the one holding her steady. She was vaguely aware that this was like the termination at Charing Cross after she had come back from Bristol.

"Shhh, you're ok now" - another voice at her ear. Boo. She was holding her hair back.

"I think I have water in my bag" - that was Freddie's voice.

"Shit, shit! Ror, I'm so sorry this happened. Shit! I should've just terminated the bastard this morning" - poor Callum. He was pacing behind her. This wasn't his fault. She heard Boo telling him that softly as she leant back from the edge.

She took a few deep breaths. Her voice was shaky. "I'm alright. I'm alright. I'm fine."

"The hell you are." Stephens voice was laced with panic. "I'm taking you to Dr Marigold." He gently helped her stand, Boo flanking both of them. Stephen nodded to her, indicating that he had her. Freddie handed Rory a bottle of water and Rory drank until the plastic crinkled. She handed it back with a smile and a nod before turning to Stephen. "I don't need to see Marigold. I'm fine."

"Rory, you screamed. Actually screamed. There's no way I'm taking you home without getting you checked out first." There was a finality in his voice which made Rory's heart melt. She loved how protective he was of her. She was the same with him. She understood his need to make sure she was medically ok. She relented with a nod and they all started to leave the station, Stephens arm protectively around Rory. Freddie stopped for a second. "Hang on though. There's one thing I don't understand." They all turned back to look at her. "Rory said she recognised his face and he clearly knew her. How?" They all looked to Rory.

"I saw him in the sewers when we were putting the Oswulf stone down there. He was one of the faces in the cloud of white...fog...stuff, whatever the hell it was. He clearly recognised me as well." They all thought about that silently for a moment. If the Oswulf stone was still safely in place, how had he gotten through? Callum broke the silence. "Come on, let's get out of here. Rory needs to see Marigold."

They left the station, all of them unaware of the thin white fog sweeping along the tunnel floor.