A/N: Sorry I'm late, I hoped ff net would stop being annoying but I gave up...

Anyways, new chapter! I posted a one-shot called "Wide Awake" as the first chapter of a new story titled BedTime Stories since that's the name I gave this series - make sure to check it out and tell me what you think!

**Reposting because ff net is working again :)

Eva was smoking a cigarette. In the middle of the Console Room.

She felt slightly bad about it, since the smoke was probably bothering the TARDIS but since the machine herself had provided her with an ashtray, she supposed she was on her side this time. The Doctor hated the smell of cigarette smoke, in all of his incarnations, and now the room he spent most of his time in was smelling of it.

She was just thinking of what she was going to say to him when she saw him again when he walked through the doors, heading straight to the console without sparing her a glance.

"Doctor!" she called angrily, leaving the still lit cigarette in the ashtray and marching towards him.

"Not now, Eva," he said, typing the data the Logopolitans gave him.

"Don't you 'Not now' me, Mister!" she called. "You locked me in here!"

"That I have," the Doctor nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me –"

"I will not!"

"I have some things quite more important to handle at the moment, Eva," the Doctor said sternly. "We could deal with your tantrum later."

"My what?"

Eva was shocked by the Doctor's disrespect, staring at him as she tried to understand whether or not he actually meant what he had just told her. Using his moment of peace, the Doctor finished typing in the data before raising his head.

"What is this dreadful smell?" he asked.

"I had a smoke," Eva told him.

"You smoked in my TARDIS?!"

"I thought it was our TARDIS," Eva sneered. "And, for your information, our TARDIS had produced an ashtray in the middle of the Console Room, so I don't believe she minded much about my smoking."

"You smoked in my TARDIS!" the Doctor called.

"Yes, I did!" Eva all but screamed. "Deal with it!"

Just then, the TARDIS shook, causing both the Doctor and Eva to fall down, Eva's head hitting the Console before she fell to the ground.

"Must dematerialise," the Doctor muttered half-coherently, reaching out a hand to press a button on the console. "Dematerialise." He looked at the scanner only to see they hadn't moved. "Nothing working," he muttered. "Nothing."

"Doctor?" Eva asked.

"Eva," he mumbled, reaching out a hand to grab hers. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she muttered, pressing his hand in reassurance. "We'll be fine."

"What's happened?" he asked.

"There was a problem in the calculations," Eva said. "The TARDIS had shrunk – not just her exterior. Everything's shrunk."

"It's okay," the Doctor said, pulling Eva closer to him. "Everything will be okay."

"I know," Eva told him honestly. "I trust you."

The Doctor started pulling himself to a sitting position. "They've arrested the dimension spiral," he said. "Things are looking up."

He tried pulling himself up further but fell almost immediately.

"I'll do it," Eva said, reaching out and grabbing the paper of data the Doctor was holding earlier. "There it is."

"An error in the dimension subroutine," the Doctor said, looking at it. "Somewhere here. I will not be beaten, I simply will not be beaten." He put a hand to his forehead before looking at the scanner. "But we could certainly do with a little more help from outside. Give me that," he added, marking at something that was placed on the console.

"What are you doing?" Eva asked as she handed it over to him.

"The cheese board is the world, and the pieces the phenomena of the universe, as my old friend Huxley used to say," the Doctor replied before shaking his head. "Cheese board?"

"Chess board," Eva corrected fondly. "And the opponent makes no allowances for mistakes, nor makes the smallest concession to ignorance."

"I'm an ignorant old Doctor," the Doctor sighed. "And I've made a mistake. There's only one direction help can come from now. I'll just have to sit here and wait."

"Or," Eva offered, "You could just look at the scanner."

"What?" the Doctor asked, doing as she said and seeing Tegan holding the page of correct calculations to him. "Ah, yes!" he called, leaning forwards and pressing the correct buttons on the Console.

"You'll have to explain to me what you're doing here one day," Eva muttered.

"Or not," the Doctor shrugged. "Probably not."

He pressed one last key and the TARDIS shook again, this time reverting back to her normal size. Eva almost slipped again but a strong hand caught her, and the Doctor pulled her close once more.

"I've got you," he murmured.

"Don't you always?" she retorted with a smile. "Tantrums?"

"I may have overreacted," he admitted.

"And locking me in the TARDIS?"

"You haven't missed anything of importance," the Doctor shrugged.

"That's not for you to decide, Doctor," Eva told him harshly. "Don't you dare do it again."

"Don't worry, I won't," the Doctor promised.

"Alright," Eva said with a smile, helping the Doctor to his feet. "Let's head outside."

"Yes," the Doctor nodded. "Let's."

He headed towards the door, walking out and closing it after him almost immediately.

"Doctor?" Eva asked. "Doctor, don't you dare!"

"I'm sorry, Eva," the Doctor said. "It's for your own protection."

She heard the sound of the sonic screwdriver and knew that the door was locked once more.

"Doctor!" she called out. "You promised!"

There was no response from the Doctor, but another small voice in her head – that sounded all too much like River – spoke up.

Rule One: The Doctor lies.

EMH

Eva was smoking a cigarette. In the middle of the Console Room.

She didn't even feel bad about it.

She had tried calling Martha again, but received no response. Supposedly she and Ten were in the middle of saving the world once again, along with a different, older Eva.

Older...

For the second time that day Eva jumped up and headed towards her room. Opening the night shed's drawer, she saw a second note bearing a second telephone number and headed back to the phone in the Console Room.

"Eva!"

"Hand the Doctor over," she said impatiently. "Now, Ginger!"

"Alright, alright," Amy muttered. "Somebody's cranky today. Doctor! It's Eva!"

"Evie!" Eleven said happily.

"Shut up," Eva bit out. "Because I swear I am that close to ripping your throat off."

"Let me guess," the Doctor said with a sigh. "Logopolis?"

"Bloody Logopolis."

"Would it help if I said I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked.

"Not really, no," Eva retorted. "You locked me in the TARDIS. Twice."

"I had a good reason!" the Doctor defended.

"Really?" Eva asked. "And, do tell, what was the reason? And I swear, if you're going to say 'The Master' I will set your hair on fire."

"It was to protect you," the Doctor said tiredly.

"Protect me from…" Eva pressed, and the Doctor muttered something unclear. "Sorry, didn't get that."

"From the Master," the Doctor sighed. "Please don't set my hair on fire."

"I'll think about you," Eva replied. "Well, gotta go. Things are going to get interesting here soon."

"Have fun," the Doctor said. "Try not to murder me."

"I make no promises," Eva said, smiling as she hung up the call. "And now," she told herself as she lit another cigarette, "I wait."

EMH

Eva leaned on the door, pushing it and trying to make it open.

"Come on," she muttered to herself. "The Master released entropy into the entire universe. That's got to be enough to open up the lock of a single door."

She pushed again, before heading to the console and pressing the button to open the door. She smiled as it finally worked, and walked out of the TARDIS, narrowly missing a piece of stone as it fell down in front of her.

"Doctor!" Eva called, heading out of the room she was in. "Doctor!"

She ran without looking where she was heading, almost running right underneath a stone when a strong hand pulled her out of the way. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily against a chest with two heartbeats.

"Doctor?" she asked.

"Not quite," a familiar voice said and Eva's eyes darted open.

"Master," she breathed out, right before another hand pulled her away – this time the Doctor's.

"Stay away from her," he barked at the Master.

"Let go of me," Eva said, shaking the Doctor's hand away.

"Without me, she'd have been smashed under a piece of rock," the Master said.

"Without you, there would have been no pieces of rock falling from the sky to begin with," Tegan retorted. "This will teach you to meddle in things you don't understand!"

"We are beyond recriminations now," the Monitor said. "Beyond everything."

"Not quite," the Doctor said, pulling the Master aside. "We must pool our resources."

"The creature that killed my father –" Nyssa started.

"I can't choose the company I keep!" the Doctor called.

"An alliance with you, Doctor?" the Master questioned.

"In the circumstances, yes," the Doctor confirmed.

"If we do cooperate, there'll be no question of you ever returning to Gallifrey," the Master noted.

"If we don't cooperate, there'll be no question of Gallifrey," the Doctor replied.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Tegan asked.

"Please," the Doctor said, raising his hand to signal her now was not the time. "As Time Lords, you and I have special responsibilities."

"Give me one good reason why should I care," the Master said.

"Because if everything is gone then so will Eva," the Doctor retorted. "And if there's one thing that is true for the both of us is that we'll never deliberately hurt her."

Eva wanted to note that it wasn't true, since the Master stabbed her last time they met, but decided it was probably best not to since the event was still in both the Doctor and the Master's futures.

"Together, then?" the Master asked, reaching out his hand for a shake.

The Doctor made a move to take the hand when Nyssa interfered.

"But, Doctor –"

"I've never chosen my own company," the Doctor said. "Nyssa, it was you who contacted me and begged me to help you find your father. And, Tegan, it's your own curiosity that got you into this. And Adric, a stowaway. And Eva, my Evie..." He turned to look at her. "Eva, who appears from thin air in different times of my life, never seeing me in the same order as I see her."

Everybody stared at the Doctor, shocked, when the familiar whooshing sound of the TARDIS was heard.

"The TARDIS!" Tegan called.

"It's followed us from the Central Register," Nyssa said.

"How can it get here when there's no one in it?" Adric asked.

"Who said there was no one in it?" Eva asked, knowing that the man they saw on the bridge earlier – the Watcher – was in it.

"It must be the man who brought me to Logopolis," Nyssa said in understanding.

"I don't want any further argument," the Doctor said, marking at Tegan, Nyssa, Adric and Eva. "One, two, three, four, into the TARDIS. Quickly."

"Look, we want to help you –" Adric started.

"It's impossible," the Doctor said. "My friend in there will look after you. I'm collaborating with the Master. Now, go on. Battle stations."

"The man's a murderer –"

"Come on, Nyssa," Adric said, realizing it was a lost battle. "He means it."

"Eva?" the Doctor asked.

"No," Eva said. "I've had enough of it. I am sticking with you, whether you like it or not, and you should start getting used to it by now."

"But the Master –"

"I don't care," she said sharply. "I'm staying."

The Doctor sighed, walking closer to the Master.

"Together?" the other Time Lord asked, offering his hand for a shake.

"One last hope," the Doctor agreed reluctantly, taking the offered hand. The Master put his arm around him but he shook it off, walking back to Eva. "And you stay away from her," he warned.

"Monitor?" the Master asked, ignoring the Doctor.

"He's gone," Eva said.

"You do realize he has no chance of survival without our help?" the Master asked.

"The Monitor wouldn't abandon us," Eva said. "He's trying to salvage the research team's work."

"He must have gone to the Central Register, yes?" the Master asked.

"Yes, maybe," the Doctor said. "It was the last addition to Logopolis. He might be the last one to survive."

"We need his knowledge," Eva told the other two, though she knew they probably realized it themselves. "Come on."

She started walking, knowing the other two would follow closely behind her.

None of them noticed her hand slightly fading away before turning back to normal.

EMH

"The rot is spilling outwards into the universe," the Doctor said as he pulled Eva away from a collapsing rock. "After aeons of constraint. Come on," he added, helping her around the wreckage. "Let's collect the Monitor and get out."

"In my TARDIS?" the Master asked.

"There's no other way," the Doctor replied.

"You're assuming a lot, aren't you, Doctor?"

"Yes," the Doctor retorted. "Aren't I?"

"Monitor," Eva said as they walked into the room, rushing towards him when the Master's hand stopped her.

"Logopolitan maths on a computer?" he muttered in disbelief, watching the Monitor.

"Monitor, the stability –" the Doctor started.

"This is the program we were developing to take the burden from our own shoulders," the Monitor said, handing a paper to the Doctor. "A series of data statements, to keep the Charged Vacuum Emboitments open of their own accord."

"What, do you mean the advanced research project?" the Doctor asked.

"The computer holds a complete log of the research," the Monitor said.

"Then the answer's here," the Master said, nearing the printer.

"Take care!" the Monitor warned. "The research is far from complete."

"Monitor, were you on the right track?" the Doctor asked. "You must tell us about the project in every detail," he added, not waiting for a reply.

"There is nothing to tell," the Monitor said. "It's all there for you to read. Now, I must get on with my work." He kept working for another minute or two before standing up. "I've done what I can, with the Registry in ruins," he said. "We must now re-align the aerial, beam the program out to space. There was a CVE close by. We might still be able to re-open."

"Doctor!" Tegan called, rushing through the doors.

"Here," the Doctor said, not bothering to look.

"Doctor," Tegan repeated, coming to stand next to him.

"Tegan, I told you to get out of here," the Doctor sighed.

"And since when do we listen to you?" Eva asked. "Of course she'll be staying with you – you're her ride back home."

"Doctor, we must form a plan," the Master said. "I propose, one, we withdraw to a position of temporary security. Two, we reconfigure our two TARDISes into time cone invertors. Three, we create a stable safe zone by applying temporal inversion isometry to as much of space-time as we can isolate –"

"Look!" Tegan gasped, marking at the Monitor.

Eva turned to see him fading away, disintegrating before their eyes. It was a sickening sight, and Eva reached out a hand to lean against the wall only for it to fall right through. She stared at it for a moment, horrified as it disappeared for a few seconds only to reappear again. Swallowing hard, she put what used to be her hand in her pocket and hoped that none of the others saw.

"Horrible!" the Master muttered.

"Hardly more horrible than shrinking people," Tegan told him.

"No," the Master said, heading to the door. "Do what you like, Doctor. Logopolis is yours."

"Doctor, stop him," Tegan demanded. "He's getting away."

Eva looked between the Doctor, who was talking to Tegan, and the door before heading outside after the Master.

"Master!" she called out. "Master!"

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you came running for me," the Master said. "I thought I'd enjoy it more than I do now."

"Shut up for a moment and listen," Eva said. "I can't go to the Doctor about it because he'll be so distracted that he'll only make matters worse, so I need your help."

"With what?" the Master questioned. Slowly, Eva took her hand out of her pocket.

"Interesting," the Master said, looking at it. "Your hand is disintegrating and reappearing repeatedly."

"Yes, I understand what's happening," Eva said. "What I need to know is why."

The Master smiled darkly. "The odds that the two of us would become the people we are today and would come to stand here in this scenario are negligible," he said. "The current year, if translated to Earth years, is 1981. How many of the things that could change your immediate presence here have happened past this year?"

Eva thought for a moment. It was only in 2005 that the Doctor met Rose, and without her he wouldn't have met Jack. If that never happened, Jack never would have become immortal and she wouldn't have been born – not to mention the fact that there was over a millennium until that happened, and that Jack himself was only born in the 51st century...

"All of them," Eva whispered. "I'm... Am I fading away?"

"It appears so," the Master replied. "If we manage to solve this ordeal, it would more than likely be fixed."

"Solve it, then," Eva said, trying to collect herself as she walked towards his TARDIS, with him close behind.

Not a moment later, a rock crashed down upon them and the two lost consciousness.