A/N: Long time between updates again, sorry again, rewrote this like 7 times so I really hope you don't hate it...

Eva blinked as she slowly let her eyes get used to her new surroundings. She was standing in the middle of an empty Console Room. The place was white and bright, and Eva tried to remember the Doctor to which it belonged. She looked around, her eyes landing on a cricket bat.

"Oh, dear lord," she muttered, right before somebody swept her into their arms.

"Eva!" the Fifth Doctor called, spinning her around in the air. "Hadn't seen you in a while."

"Right," Eva said, unsure what to do with her hands as the Doctor hadn't put her down yet. "How long?"

"Not since Nyssa left," the Doctor replied, putting her down and planting a kiss on her lips. "Where did you come from?"

"The TARDIS," she replied, touching her lips. "Why did you –"

"You're always coming from the TARDIS," Tegan said, stepping towards her and pushing the Doctor aside. "Oh, it's been too long, Evie."

"Yes," Eva started. "About that –"

"Did I hear right?" Turlough's voice came from the corridor as he walked in. "Eva's here?"

"Listen, guys –"

"Come on," he said, looking at her expectantly. "I don't get a hug?"

"Guys," Eva said, unsure of how to break it to them without hurting them. "This is my first time meeting you."

Turlough's face fell. "You don't know us?" he asked.

"I do know you," Eva said quickly. "Of course I know you. I just..."

"Never saw us before," the Doctor completed.

"Not looking like that," she said, eyeing him up and down. "A celery stick?"

"What's wrong with a celery stick?" the Doctor questioned, frowning.

"Nothing," Eva said innocently, causing the Doctor to smile and peck her on the lips. "Why are you –" she started, but he cut her off.

"Well, we were just on our way to... well, we're not sure yet," the Doctor smiled. "But we were on our way there."

"Something interesting, he promised," Tegan said. "Let's see if he can keep his promise."

"Something interesting," the Doctor said, flying the TARDIS away with much more grace than Eva expected, considering his future regenerations. "There we go."

Turlough looked at the scanner.

"Planet Earth," he stated, looking quite disappointed.

"So it seems," the Doctor nodded.

"You didn't set the coordinates for here, by any chance?" he asked.

"No," the Doctor said.

"When is it?" Tegan asked.

"March the 4th, 1215," the Doctor said, causing Eva to freeze on her spot. If she remembered correctly...

"Is it England?" Tegan questioned.

"Yes, it is," Eva said, swallowing hard.

She didn't want to be there – in fact, she wanted to be anywhere but there, but she also knew she couldn't convince the Doctor to turn around and leave. The Magna Carta was on the line this time, and the Doctor had to save it.

Even if it involved Eva meeting the Master so soon after the last time.

"Could this be a Black Guardian trap?" Tegan asked.

"I don't think so," the Doctor said, looking at Eva worriedly. He had noticed her distress, and was intent to find out what's causing it. He turned to the coat rack and grabbed his hat, handing Tegan her coat as he did. "But something certainly isn't right."

"You're not going out there?" Tegan asked.

"Just for a moment," the Doctor said, taking Eva's hand.

"That man looks distinctly unfriendly," Tegan noted, looking at Sir Gilles, who was sitting on a horse.

"So he does," Eva muttered, allowing the Doctor to lead her outside, much to the shock of the crowd.

"My liege," a man said as he rode his horse past them. "I have no need of aid from Lucifer."

"Lucifer?" the Doctor asked, curious.

"Is that the King?" Tegan asked, marking at one of the men.

"Without a doubt," the Doctor replied.

"Small doubt," Eva muttered quietly, though not quietly enough so that the Doctor wouldn't hear.

"Damn you cringing captives," the King called, looking at the villagers. "We tell you, there's naught to fear. Do our demons come to visit us? Bid them attend us."

"Demons?" the Doctor repeated. "Very odd, indeed."

"It makes a nice change for you not to take everything in your stride, I must say," Tegan commented.

"Must you?" the Doctor asked.

"Too right," Eva replied, earning a smile from Tegan.

"He even seems pleased to see us," the Doctor said, ignoring the two. "A king welcoming demons."

"Which king?"

"Oh, Tegan," the Doctor sighed. "1215, King John, of course."

Not quite, Eva commented to herself once more, though this time she was able to stop herself from saying it aloud as she turned to close the TARDIS doors.

"The one who lost something in The Wash?" Tegan asked.

"Well, could put it like that," the Doctor shrugged. "This particular shirt turned out to be the Crown Jewels. But that's next year. We're still three months away from Magna Carta."

Two guards approached, leading the small group towards the king and his men and Eva shuddered.

"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes," Eva nodded. "Just a bit chilly."

The Doctor smiled softly before taking off his coat and putting it upon her shoulders.

"Do I get your hat, too?" Eva asked.

"Oh no, you don't," the Doctor muttered. "I plan to kill this habit before it grows."

At that, Eva's eyes widened and she smirked as she opened her mouth to reply only to be interrupted by the King.

"Welcome, our demons," he told them. "Name yourselves." He looked at Tegan before wondering, "Can this be Lilith?"

"Her name is Tegan, Your Majesty," the Doctor explained. "This is Turlough. Besides me is Eva and I am the Doctor. We are not demons."

"You're too modest, Lord Doctor," the King said. "Come, rejoice with us in a trial by combat. Come," he repeated, sending chills through Eva's spine. "Make way for our demons. Let them be seated by us."

"Still cold?" the Doctor asked.

"No," Eva replied. "A bit nervous."

"Something to worry about?"

"Isn't there always?" Eva shrugged, forcing a smile upon her face as they sat to watch the combat.

The champions wore their helmets once more, going to positions. The King gave his mark and they rode towards each other, the King's champion managing to hit the other and push him off his horse. He got off his horse and neared him, sword raised and ready to hit. Eva closed her eyes and held the Doctor's hand.

"Your Majesty," the Doctor said quickly, sensing Eva's distress. "If I may make so bold..."

"Hold," the King ordered his champion before turning to the Doctor. "Lord Doctor?"

"If this is trial by combat, Your Majesty," the Doctor started, "There's clearly a victor and a vanquished. Must blood be shed?"

"We take your counsel, O Demon," the King said, turning back to his champion. "Spare him."

Eva let out a sigh of relief, leaning her head on the Doctor's shoulder while trying to ignore the fact that the King's champion was looking straight at the two of them.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Of course," the Doctor replied quietly, kissing her on the lips again before standing up to follow the King away and leaving her only more confused.

EMH

Eva followed the Doctor with Tegan and Turlough as they walked into Sir Ranulf's castle, seeing Ranulf's wife, Isabella, heading towards the losing champion, who turned out to be her son.

"I am dishonoured," he declared.

"You are alive, my friend," the Doctor told him.

"No friend to you!" he called, storming away.

"Heed him not, whoever you are," Ranulf said. "I am grateful. You are welcome at Fitzwilliam Castle."

"Thank you," Eva told him, with a slight bow of her head.

"Soon, we shall sit at meat," Ranulf told them. "Betimes you may wish to withdraw. Conduct my guests to their chamber," he ordered one of the guards.

The Doctor looked at Eva with a small smile, taking her had before following.

"Are you better now?" he asked.

"A bit better," she nodded. "Aren't you cold without your coat?"

"You need it more than I do," he shrugged.

"How can they live in such cold?" Tegan asked.

"By eating lots of food," the Doctor said, passing through yet another corridor before entering a room. "Thank you," he told the guard, before looking around. "Where's Turlough?"

"Stopped to look at something," Tegan said distractedly. "Look at the size of that bed."

"Hmm," the Doctor said, feeling the fabric. "Another way of keeping warm."

"What are we doing here, anyway?" Tegan questioned.

"We were invited for a meal," the Doctor said.

"You know what I mean," Tegan frowned, as the Doctor handed her a blanket.

"Here, put this around you," he told her, before looking at Eva. "Do you need one, as well?"

"I've got your coat, haven't I?" Eva asked.

"How long are you planning to stay?" Tegan asked angrily.

"Do you know, it's just sunk in," the Doctor said, an odd look crossing his face. "March the 4th, 1215."

"So?" Tegan asked.

Another shiver crossed Eva's spine as she spoke. "There's something very wrong here."

"The King takes the oath today," the Doctor said, nodding at Eva as Tegan took a seat by the bed.

"What oath?" Tegan asked.

"To take the cross as a crusader," the Doctor replied. "But he did that in London."

"Who says?"

"The history books," Eva replied.

"Perhaps they got that bit wrong," Tegan offered.

"No, no," the Doctor shook his head. "Too well documented."

"Oh, who cares?" Tegan sighed.

"We care," Eva said.

"All I care about is getting back to the TARDIS, where it's nice and warm," Tegan said. "No wonder they forced him to sign Magna Carta. Bet there was something in it about under-heated housing."

"He wasn't," the Doctor commented, nearing Tegan and leaning next to her.

"Wasn't what?" she asked.

"Forced into signing Magna Carta," the Doctor explained. "He was as much for it as anyone."

"Now look, Doctor, I know my history –" Tegan started.

"Do you?"

Tegan huffed, looking at Eva as the latter stretched on the bed.

"Are you saying King John was a good man?" she questioned.

"Well, given the times he lives in, yes," the Doctor nodded.

"But don't take his word for it," Eva told her. "You'll be able to judge for yourself." She sat up and looked at the other woman. "Nobody forced Magna Carta from him. He could have crushed that rebellion as easily as that."

"How do you know so much?" the Doctor asked.

"I was doing my History Major before I met you," Eva shrugged. "I must say, though – it's far more interesting to live it."

Just as she said that, the door burst open and Ranulf ran in, pulling out his sword.

"What have you demons made of the King?" he asked, aiming a sword at the Doctor. "He is bewitched. First, he takes my whole fortune. And now he has made my lady a hostage. How can he question my loyalty? There is none more loyal than I."

"We are not demons," the Doctor said. "And we've done no harm to the King or to anyone, nor do we intend any."

"Whence come you?" Ranulf questioned.

"From an outer province," Eva replied, causing the Doctor to come stand closer to her.

"And this strange attire?" he asked, marking at the Doctor's coat, that wasn't exactly fitting neither the time period they were in nor the woman it covered.

"Yes, well..." the Doctor started. "Please believe that we are friends. If you're in trouble, I would like to help if I can."

Ranulf hesitated for a moment before putting his sword back in its sheath. "Leave us," he ordered the guards that came with him. "And fetch warm vestments." He turned back to the Doctor, Eva and Tegan. "You were four," he noted.

"Yes, yes, we seem to have mislaid Turlough," the Doctor said before frowning at Ranulf. "How long has the King been here?"

"Since yesterday," Ranulf replied. "He is not himself. He's not as I know him."

"Why, could he be ill?" the Doctor offered.

"In rude health," Ranulf replied. "He rode from London yesterday and then to a stag hunt to bring down the only kill."

"This... Sir Gilles," Eva started, steering the conversation to the direction she knew it should go.

"I like not this man," Ranulf said.

"Oh, I can't say I care for him much myself," Eva commented before informing the Doctor and Tegan, "A French knight."

"Is he the only Frenchman with the King?" the Doctor questioned.

"I know not," Ranulf sighed, sitting on the bed. "He has never favoured Frenchmen before this. Even renegades from the King of France."

"Could Sir Gilles be bringing some pressure, some influence on the King?" the Doctor asked.

"The King is influenced by none," Ranulf declared. "The King I know is resolute and firm of purpose."

Eva swallowed hard, avoiding the Doctor's eyes in fear that hers will show what she was too afraid to admit aloud. It is not the King he knows.

"When does he return to London?" the Doctor asked, glancing at Eva in an attempt to understand her odd behaviour.

"I know not," Ranulf replied. "And no word from the city. My cousin was summoned there by the King a week since, and he's not returned. Why?" he called out. "And why no word concerning him?"

"Your cousin was summoned to London?" the Doctor asked.

"To take the Crusader's Oath," Eva supplied.

"Aye," Ranulf agreed.

"Today," the Doctor said. "March the 4th."

"What say you, my lord Doctor?" Ranulf asked.

The Doctor looked at Eva, awaiting her nod before resuming his line of thought. "What if your guest was not the King?"

"Not the King?" Ranulf asked, standing up. "Then who?"

"An impostor," Eva said.

"But I have known and served my sovereign lord for many years," Ranulf said. "No impostor could be so like."

"I'll be vigilant, my lord," the Doctor said. "I suspect things are not what they seem."

Ranulf started backing towards the door, reaching for his sword. "You are a sorcerer," he told the Doctor before turning to Eva. "And you, a visionary!"

"No, no," the Doctor quickly said. "And we ask you to trust us, please."

"You can trust us," Tegan added.

Ranulf took a deep breath. "You will join my household at meat," he declared.

"Thank you," the Doctor said. "We would be delighted."

"When it pleases you," Ranulf added, leaving the room.

"Well," the Doctor sighed. "That could have gone better."

"I'd say," Eva muttered. "A visionary?"

"It is fitting," the Doctor mused. "Since you always seem to know what's going to happen, who can be trusted and who can be saved."

"I don't know everything," Eva told him.

"But you know most of it," Tegan commented.

"You know almost everything," the Doctor summed, pecking Eva on the lips once more. "Sometimes, I wonder how."

"You'll find out one day," Eva said, quickly stepping away from him and touching her lips once more. Why wasn't she angry at him? Last time he did something like that, she was – and he only kissed her once after the whole Robin Hood ordeal, she wasn't sure how many times he kissed her since she arrived to this incarnation of him. "For now, I'd like to get ready for dinner," she declared, hoping to keep her mind off things by distracting herself.

"Get ready?" Tegan asked.

"Well, we're in 1215," Eva replied with a small smile. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to dress up to the era!"

And with that declaration, she headed towards the closet room, leaving the Doctor and Tegan for their conversation.