A/N: I have two importnat thing to tell you today. The first is that my exam period technically started yesterday and will officially start tomorrow. I will try to keep updating at my regular pace of every other weekend, but I might be late more often than usual.

The second thing is that Sunday is the One Year Anniversary to when I started posting this story! That means you all get an extra chapter that I will post on Sunday, the trailer video I made for this story which is already on Youtube (maya lr96, you can check out my other vids, as well) and maybe another Outtake on BedTime Stories, though that depends if I'll have the time to type it because I'm going to spend most of the next few days literally studying from sunrise to sundown and then some.

I would love to know if you want any special Outtakes, I might not have much time to write but my schedule does have two hours every day dedicated to not-studying things that aren't eating or sleeping, so I might be able to write a bit.

So tell me what you want and I will do my best to provide. For now, here's the chapter for today.

Sometime later, the Doctor finally snapped out of the trance he was in, and kissed Eva's forehead.

"When did you last sleep?" he asked.

"I..." Eva muttered. "I don't remember."

"Try to," the Doctor told her.

"Well..." Eva stretched her mind. "Before here, we went to Logopolis... and I came there after Tooth and Claw."

"Tooth and Claw?" the Doctor repeated.

"Queen Victoria and a werewolf," Eva replied. "Which reminds me..." She hit him over the head.

"Ow!" he called out. "What was that for?"

"Six months with Queen Victoria!" Eva called out. "Because you were late."

"Technically, I arrived just when I was needed," the Doctor said. "It was you who showed up early."

"Do you really think it's a good idea to argue with me right now?" Eva questioned.

"Er... maybe not," the Doctor said, pecking Eva on the lips. "Amy! Go with Eva to check if she still has a room. House deleted all bedrooms, but I'm not sure how protected hers was."

"I can go on my own," Eva said.

"I know you can," the Doctor said. "But you haven't slept in about three days, during which you fought a werewolf, a homicidal planet and... and faced him. Wouldn't want you to fall asleep in the corridor now, would we? Might be a good idea to take a shower, too," he added thoughtfully.

"Okay," Amy said, cutting in. "Let's get you to your room before the Doctor can say more things that can be interpreted the wrong way."

"What do you mean, 'Might be a good idea to take a shower'?" Eva called out as Amy dragged her away, and the Doctor's face lost all trace of colour.

"Nothing!" he replied, grateful that Amy cut in when she did, and smiling at Eva's angry mutters as she walked to her room.

The room was thankfully still in place, protected from House's doing, and Eva took a long, warm shower to calm down her nerves. She didn't want to admit it, but the past couple of days – the last six months, really – had affected her more than she could describe.

As she dried herself, she thought about Four's regeneration into Five. Eleven told her everything was okay and that she was back before he even noticed she was gone, but she still felt restless, needing to know he was fine and that it went well. She remembered it to be a rough regeneration but was too tired to remember why.

She put on her pyjamas, smoked one last cigarette before bed and fell asleep as soon as her wet hair touched the pillow.

EMH

The War Doctor was walking around the TARDIS – his home for the past hundreds of years. He still remembered the day he first walked through his Old Girl's doors, as if it was yesterday, and saw his beautiful Eva for the first time.

The memories led him into the depth of the TARDIS, until he stood in front of a light blue door. He still remembered a time when her door was nearly always dark blue, back in his second body, or when it was travelling between red and green in his fourth. He was always intrigued by it, and it took a while before he found out it was related to her mood.

He was expecting a grey door, which meant absence, but this light blue door meant she was there – relaxed, calm and, most importantly, safe.

He carefully opened the door, revealing the view of the young woman sound asleep in her bed. She probably arrived in her sleep, and he was scared to find out how tired she must have been not to notice she was travelling.

His hand reached out, brushing a stray curl from her eyes and the girl stirred in her sleep.

"Doctor?" she muttered.

"Evie," he breathed out, his voice gruff from age and lack of use.

The woman rubbed her eyes, turning to look at him. "When'd I get here?" she slurred, still not completely awake.

"I don't know," the Doctor replied. "I just came in and you were here."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"What?" the Doctor frowned in confusion.

"Coming into my room when you don't know if I'm here," Eva said. "Do you do that a lot?"

"Lately?" the Doctor asked. "More often than not."

Eva leaned on her elbow, taking in the sight of the man in front of her. It was the first time she was meeting the War Doctor, but she could see it had been quite a while for him in this body already.

His features were marked by lines of worry and dirt that sunk into his wrinkles. The brown coat was slung over his shoulders, covering several layers of clothing, and the scarf around his neck was loose and torn.

And, most of all, she could see the pained look in his eyes whenever he looked at her. She could almost feel the way he held back, forcing himself to not forcefully hold on to her and never, ever let go.

"When was the last time you saw me?" she asked.

"Ten years," he said gruffly.

"84 percent," Idris told her minutes before the Doctor revealed the number as the percentage of human in her. "Also, ten years."

"Come here," Eva said, moving to the side of her bed.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"Come here," Eva repeated, patting the bed.

Hesitantly, the Doctor took off his boots and lied down next to her. She grabbed his arm, wrapping it around her abdomen and snuggling closer to his chest.

It wasn't long before their even breathing filled the room, the duo sleeping better than they had in far too long.

EMH

Eva spent two whole days with the War Doctor.

At first, she was worried. After all, the Time War was raging outside and this Doctor was the Warrior, the one who fights and refuses to refer to himself by his chosen name. When she found out he wasn't planning on leaving the TARDIS for as long as she was there, they had their first fight – in her timeline, at least.

"There is a war going on outside!" she yelled. "There are people dying!"

"I know," the Doctor said, his voice even but his eyes tired and sad. "Which is why there is no way I let you step foot outside of these doors."

"I can't die, Doctor," she all but sneered, and he winced at the sound of his name.

"There are worse things that can happen to you in war than dying," he told her.

The discussion never rose again.

She sat him down and all but forced him to watch movies with her.

'The Princess Bride'. 'Avengers'. She introduced him to Disney, telling him to pay close attention as she asked the TARDIS to put on 'Dumbo'.

He held her tight, not once complaining about her choice of films and stealing kisses every time she went to the kitchen for more popcorn.

After that, she went to swim in the pool, swatting him on the arm as he looked her up and down when she came out of her room wearing nothing than a bathing suit and splashing water at him when he refused to enter the water.

Later, as he took a shower, she went to the library, where the TARDIS procured her a book that was due to come out a couple of months after Eva left her universe. It was the fifth of a series, and she was so invested in the plot she didn't even notice the Doctor came out of the shower and sat down beside her until she turned the last page and put it down.

He sat by her side as she smoked, even though she knew he hated the smell. He said he didn't mind it, and while she knew something deeper was hiding beneath the surface, she didn't push it.

At night, the fears arrived and under the covers of her bed, the Doctor told Eva he was starting to believe there really was only one way to end this war – by killing all sides involved. She ran a hand through his grey hair and told him that no matter what he decided to do, she fully supported him.

She knew how the story ended – knew that he didn't really kill all of the Time Lords but instead locked them in a pocket universe – but she also knew that it would be a long time before he found out the truth. Time filled with guilt and regret, times when he questioned the reason he survived in the first place, times that he thought it wasn't even worth it, since the Daleks survived.

She knew he'd need someone to support him during those moments. And seeing as she was the only thing constant in his life other than the TARDIS, she fully intended on being that person.

But those days of peace and solitude came to an end, as all good things do. Eva was standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as the Doctor sat next to the kitchen table and looked at her when her necklace glowed.

The frying pan fell from her hand, cluttering on the floor, and Eva looked at it for a moment before raising her tear-filled eyes to meet the Doctor's. It was ten years since he last saw her and who knew when would be the next time. She opened her mouth, not even knowing what she wanted to say, but the glow swallowed her before she could think that far.

When the light subsided and Eva blinked, she found herself standing in the middle of the Torchwood Hub.

The place appeared to be empty, and she looked around, silently trying to recognize when she ended up. A sound from behind her made her turn and she saw Jack looking at her.

She smiled, taking a step at his direction but he pulled a gun out and aimed it at her.

"Jack?" she asked worriedly.

"Who are you?" Jack asked. "How did you get in here?"

"Jack, it's me," Eva said, confused. "It's Eva."

"How do you know me?" Jack questioned.

"I... I travel with the Doctor," Eva muttered. "It's not your first time meeting me, is it? It can't be..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jack spat out. "Now tell me, how do you know me?"

"We know each other," Eva said. "You travelled with me, and with the Doctor."

"Doctor?" Jack repeated, a look of confusion on his face. "Doctor who?"

Eva's eyes widened for a moment, and the next thing she knew Jack pulled the trigger of his gun and the bullet hit between her eyes.

EMH

When she came to, Jack was tying her up on one of the cold storage cells. His face twisted in anger and surprised when he saw she was awake.

"I shot you," he muttered. "How can you be alive?"

"Jack, please," Eva said. "You met me before. I know you have. You travelled with the Doctor – don't you remember? He's the reason you stopped being a con man."

"I remember the Doctor," Jack said. "I remember him leaving me. I remember him flying away, abandoning me in the year 200,100. That's what I remember. I don't remember you being there."

"Then trust me," Eva begged. "Trust me when I say that even if I wasn't there, I'm a friend. I'm not here to hurt you."

"You're an alien," Jack stated. "I checked. Eighty three point six percent human, the rest unknown."

Eighty three point six? Eva repeated in her mind, before shaking her head. She had no time to think about this right now.

"You need to be contained," Jack said coldly. "And this is the only way."

"You trust me, Jack!" Eva called out as he started pushing her cell in. "Please, believe me! How... how else would I know that you grew up in the Bohemian Hemisphere? You told me that! Jack! Jack, please!"

An old memory of a nightmare Eva used to have as a child came back into her mind.

The darkness, the cold, the inability to move. The feeling of being lowered somewhere, and then the sand covering the coffin she was in.

"Jack, please listen to me! Don't do this! Please, don't do this!"

Calling out for help but nobody can hear her voice. Or worse – they hear her and ignore. She screams until her voice goes hoarse.

"Jack!" Eva cried, starting to hyperventilate. "Jack, please help me! Please!"

There is nothing but darkness and silence, and then she wakes up crying.

The words found their way into her mouth before she even comprehended the fact that she was saying them.

"Dad, please!"

And, as simple as that, the magic was broken. Jack stopped pushing the cell in, and instead looked at her with recognition and... was that regret?

"Evie..." he muttered. "Oh, Evie, I'm so sorry."

He removed the restraints he put over her and pulled her out, his arms holding her in a tight embrace.

"Y-You..." she stuttered. "You were going t-to..."

"I know," he sighed into her hair. "And I am so, so sorry."

He tried to block out anything other than the woman in his arms as he held her tight, but as often happens in times like this, he couldn't help but think about the last thing he wanted to think of.

A cloud of smoke extracted from Eva's mouth as she sat next to him. The Doctor was sulking in one of the other rooms, and neither of them knew where Rose was but it didn't matter.

"Tell me something about you," she suddenly said.

"What?" Jack asked.

"This is my fourth time meeting you, and even though I know a lot about you I still don't know much," Eva told him, taking another drag of her cigarette. "Tell me something about you. Something nobody knows."

Jack stopped, thinking for a moment. There was a lot about him that nobody knew, but most of those things had a very good reason to be kept secret. After about a minute of thought, he settled on a piece of information that didn't bring up bad memories.

"I was born on Earth," he admitted. "I don't remember it much, since my parents moved to the Bohemian Hemisphere when I was a year old, but I was born here." He caught the small smile on Eva's face. "Your turn. Tell me something even the Doctor doesn't know."

Eva hesitated for a moment before admitting, "My greatest fear is being buried alive."

Being buried alive. Crying out for help but having nobody saving her. And he was so close – too close – to making that fear come true.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'm so sorry."

"How?" Eva asked. "How c-could you not remember m-me?"

"I don't know," Jack sighed. "Probably the same way Gwen didn't remember Rhys."

"Gwen didn't remember Rhys?" Eva repeated, understanding dawning on her.

"Yes," Jack replied. "Is that important?"

"Adam," Eva muttered.

"What?"

"Adam," she repeated, louder. "This is all because of Adam."

"Jack," a voice whispered, and Eva and Jack broke apart to see Ianto barely holding himself up, his legs shaking and his face stained with tears.

"Ianto," Jack said, walking towards his lover. "What's wrong?"

"You have to put me in the vaults," Ianto choked out. "Lock me up. I killed three girls," he admitted. "Strangled them."

"Stop kidding around," Jack muttered.

"I'm serious," Ianto said. "I murdered them, in cold blood. I took their bodies, and –" There was a bang and he jumped to his feet, looking around. "You have to lock me away... before I turn on you."

"That's not going to happen," Eva said. "It's all in your head."

"None of you are safe," Ianto said, making a run for it but Jack grabbed his arms.

"Hey, hey!" he called out. "Come here. Come here," he repeated, pulling him into a hug. "What's happened to you?"

"I'm a monster," Ianto whispered, and Eva decided to take action.

"No, you're not," she said harshly.

"Eva, I murdered them," Ianto said.

"You murdered them just as much as Jack never met me before today," Eva retorted. "Something – Someone is messing with your memories. You got too close to the truth so he planted false memories into your head to make you focus on that, rather than him."

"Who?" Ianto questioned. "Who can do that?"

"Adam," Eva replied coldly. "He made Gwen forget Rhys and Jack forget me. He made you think you're a murderer. He took away everything that makes Owen who he is. And I'm pretty sure he and Tosh are having sex as we speak."

"It's not fake," Ianto said. "These memories are real."

"Wanna bet?" Eva muttered, going to one of the computers and uploading the security camera's recording of Adam and Ianto.

"All human record is a lie," a voice said from the speaker and the screen showed Ianto on the floor. "You crave flesh. Remember this," the voice said, and a hand was placed on Ianto's forehead. Adam's hand.

Eva moved to another footage, this time one showing Adam and Tosh.

"A year ago today," Adam said, putting a hand to Tosh's neck. "You remembered."

"Who the hell is this?" Gwen asked looking at Adam.

"Just cos that's what I said to you on your first day," Adam said, touching her shoulder. "Remember"

"Come here," Jack said, pulling Ianto towards the screen and putting on the first video again. "Just look, look."

"Remember it," Adam said, and Ianto screamed when foreign memories entered his brain. "Remember it, remember it, remember it."

"Where's Adam's blood sample?" Jack asked, going through the different vials as Ianto headed to the computer.

"Everything's in order here," he said, looking at Adam's file.

"Check when it was last updated," Eva ordered.

"24 hours ago," Ianto whispered in fear, finally starting to believe that what Eva told him might be true.