Yay another chapter! This one was extremely fun to write actually, because of a certain character whom which I can not tell here, but lets just say she's a bit cocky, and I like writing rude people, because I can't be rude in real life without consequences. Warning: This chapter is slightly depressing! So basically a normal chapter... Anyways, I hope you enjoy and all of that!

(Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor who. If I did, why would I be sitting here writing fanfiction?)

Phoenix groaned lightly, her body aching from head to toe. Something had happened, she had immediately figured that much out. How she knew? She couldn't hear the drums anymore.

Opening her eyes, hoping to get rid of the luring darkness, her luck seemed to be out. Her surroundings were pitch black as well, making her heart beat faster as she did. Where was she? How did she get here? Slowly, her memory returned to her, only making her freak out more. She had been taken over by the entity in midnight… was this her mind or something? This pitch black nothingness?

Well, actually, it was everything. Black was the color of everything. Was she in the part of her mind that held the vortex? That would make a lot of sense actually, seeing as if it was the vortex, the vortex held all the links to everywhere in time and space, making the knowledge possible. It must be locked up deep in her mind, and when she was taken over, her consciousness was pushed deep inside, making her end up there.

Phoenix slowly pushed herself up, glancing down only to frown as she couldn't see her body. Maybe she wasn't even there. Maybe she was just a thought at the moment. God, the deep thoughts at the moment.

Shrugging her shoulders, Phoenix walked forward, kind of just hoping that she would end up somewhere eventually. Truthfully, the darkness to her was rather unnerving, and she wanted out of it very soon. Funny, her favorite color was black, yet it was scaring her at the moment. Suppose a depressed person would actually like the situation…

That was one thing that always got her. Why did depressed people wear black, or darker colors? Yeah, it's a stereotype, but it did tend to happen. Why not white? Didn't they feel like they're life was horrible and they're existence was nothing? White is the color of nothingness. It would make more sense…

"Oi, peasant, turn around." Phoenix heard someone or something say from behind her. Phoenix stiffened, worried it was the entity. "Offensive! Of course I'm not the entity."

It could hear her thoughts? "No dur. And I'm not an it, I'm a she. Now turn your lazy ass around before I make you." The 'her' said, making Phoenix turn around slowly.

A golden light encircled both her and the mysterious person, making Phoenix's eyes widen as she saw the person.

Black hair with a red streak in the front, red eyes, red t-shirt, black leather jacket, black skirt, black knee high combat boots, and a dagger stuck into a holster around her waist, which also happened to be black. But that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was that she looked exactly like Phoenix, except for the clothes, eye color, and color streak.

"Well I'm your 2P, obviously." The 2P Phoenix said cockily, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"But…wha…how….WHAT?" Phoenix gasped out, eyes widening and all breath leaving her body. A 2P was basically and evil or opposite version of the original person or character. She had originally seen it in an anime, called Hetalia. She couldn't help but wonder if they had it in this universe…

"Back to topic. I'm Ciara. Means Darkness. Pretty clever, huh? Anyways, you've come to the deepest depths of your mind, which happens to be where I dwell, and I don't exactly appreciate your visit." Ciara said cockily, crossing her arms and sticking her hip out slightly.

"Not like I exactly had a choice." Phoenix said, rolling her eyes and copying her 2P's stance.

"Of course you didn't." Ciara said sarcastically, shaking her head slightly.

"Well I wasn't exactly going to leave the Doctor to the entity!" Phoenix said, frowning slightly as she did.

"Oh fuck off. You and your little Doctor romance. Why do you like that stupid timelord again? Because he travels through time and space? Big bleeding deal. A lot of people can do that, you know. Like Jack. Why don't you like him?" Ciara said, spitting her words out with quite a bit of venom.

"Because… because…" Phoenix said, trailing off. She didn't exactly have a good argument against what Ciara had said.

"Exactly. The Doctor isn't worth it, and has never been. Now, you could fuck off from his life, or continue to bother him to hell. Your choice. I think it's pretty simple." Ciara said, uncrossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at Phoenix, waiting for her answer.

"I don't bother him." Phoenix said weakly, casting her glance down to the ground as she did.

"Hehe, you're funny. Of course you do, why else would he be so worried all the time? He's worried you're going to screw something up, big time, and mess up his plans. You're an idiot like that, I wouldn't be surprised if you eventually did." Ciara said, looking at her nails casually. They were painted black. Big surprise.

"I'm not an idiot." Phoenix protested weakly, biting her lower lip. Was she in the way? She never really did anything…. Was she a Mary-Sue?

"Of course you're a Mary Sue. You never do anything but steal the Doctor's lines, and you stand around doing nothing. You're a worthless excuse for the Doctor's companion. Even Mickey was better than you." Ciara said, sneering and chuckling evilly.

"I'll have you know, Mickey was a brilliant character." Phoenix said, eyes narrowing.

"Oh yeah, totally, with him hiding behind Rose's leg and screaming like a little girl with the rats. I'm thinking pigtails, pink frilly skirt?" Ciara said, chuckling lightly as she thought about it.

Phoenix had absolutely no argument against that. Yeah, he was wimpy, but…

"Wimpy is an understatement. He was a pathetic loser, and an idiot. Almost as bad as you." Ciara said, crossing her arms yet again.

"I'm not that bad…"

"Ha! Again, with the humor. You fucking ripped your arms apart, and you're telling me you're not that bad? Wow, you really are stupid. Suicide is about as low as you can get in this world. So, tell me, how exactly are you 'not that bad'?" Ciara said cockily, raising an eyebrow, waiting for an answer yet again.

Phoenix stayed silent. Again, there was no argument. She was a horrible excuse for a human being, and she had freaking used a syringe to make herself bleed! It was unacceptable, and totally pathetic.

"Well, you're finally thinking the correct thoughts. Good job. Though, I must say, you seriously need to clear your mind of all the lemon fanfictions. They pop up occasionally, and are annoying as bloody hell…" Ciara said, face contorting into one of disgust. "Well, anyways, we have much more important matters to discuss, like how we are going to get the bloody annoying as hell entity out of your head."

"Okay… how do we do that?" Phoenix questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"We? Ha! Yeah, I'm not helping you. Good luck with that, bitch!" Ciara said, turning away with her arms crossed.

"Yeah, uh, technically you live here too, so you should probably help unless you want to deal with it forever." Phoenix said, crossing her arms too.

"Yeah, sure, join you. That's a laugh. You'd get rid of it anyways, you'd get too fed up with it or whatever the hell you come up with as a lame excuse to get it out of your mind. Oh, like the drums, huh?" Ciara said, a knowingly evil glint in her eye.

"Sensitive… Topic…" Phoenix said, grimacing as she did.

"Well too bad, because I'm talking about it anyways. Idiot move on your part anyways, kissing the Master, even if he is hot. What the hell got into you at that moment?" Ciara said, scowling deeply.

"I…I…"

"You don't know. Of course you don't know, bloody idiot. You never stop to think, do you? You just be a fucking Gryffindor and not plan things out." Ciara hissed, smirking knowingly.

"I'm a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor. And I do plan things out… I just didn't at that moment." Phoenix said, frowning lightly.

"Of course, because that makes it so much better. There were so many ways to avoid that situation, but of course, you go and be the stupid bitch you are. At this point, it probably shouldn't surprise me." Ciara said cockily, rolling her eyes.

"I'll have you know…"

"That you aren't stupid? You and your jokes. Of course your stupid, what else would you be? Brave? Obviously not. Funny? Eh, not really. Intelligent? You wish."

Phoenix, staying silent, turned around and stalked off, too fed up to even continue the conversation.

"Oh, okay, run away now stupid little bitch. Stay safe! Actually, no, don't. I hope you get run over by a truck and die an excruciating death!" Ciara called after her, a smirk spreading across her face as she did.

Phoenix humphed, and continued into the darkness, not daring to look back. She absolutely hated her 2P self, but hey, no surprise there. Now, the only problem was getting the entity out of her mind. If it stayed true to it's word, it was only her body. But when was any enemy ever truthful? So, she could either sit and hope the entity was lying, or try to find a way to kick it out of her mind.

At the moment, the first option sounded the best.

Sitting down, Phoenix glanced into the darkness and frowned, thinking about what her 2P had said before. Was she actually a Mary Sue? She did try to do some things… but she did still his lines a lot, didn't she? And she did stand around a lot…

God dammit, she was a Mary Sue.

Mary Sue

Definition: Someone who is so perfect it is annoying; tends to fall in love with main character and upstage everyone else in the book/TV show/Movie, etc.

Sentence: The girl was such a Mary Sue because she always got straight A's on her report card, and never got in trouble.

Well, that was absolutely brilliant.

And it was realistic too. She always seemed to try to upstage everyone, she tried to be perfect, she waited for the Doctor to do things, and no matter how much she didn't like to admit it, she had fallen for the Doctor.

God damn it.

Glancing upwards, Phoenix noticed something white falling from above. Two white things actually. Grabbing both of the, (not before one hit her on the head though), she noticed they were letters. Two more letters! God, she was famous or something. She didn't want to be famous!

Opening the first letter carefully, Phoenix stuck her hand inside and pulled out some caramel candies, which she smiled in delight at. She loved caramel! Unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth, Phoenix opened the note that came with it up and read its contents.

Dear Phoenix,
How many planets have you been on? I bet there are so many you couldn't count them for me, but I wanted to know anyways. Which one it your favourite? Which one was the worst? What's it like living on the TARDIS? Does the wardrobe room clean itself or does someone need to clean it every now and then. I have also included some caramels, and I hope you enjoy them. I would have sent you cupcakes but those would be messy falling from the sky.
One last question: if you had a theme song, (which you should) what would it be?
I feel so nosey asking all these questions, but I want to know anyways!
Thank you,
Vi.

Phoenix chuckled lightly at all of the questions. This person was extremely curious! She had, in fact, been on 20 planets so far, some being Raxicoriofallipatorious, New Earth, Clom, Earth, Trenzalore, Midnight, and many more. It was actually hard to keep count.

Her favorite would have to be Raxicoricofallipatrious. All of the spiky people and all of the culture was absolutely brilliant. Plus, the structures were extremely odd, which is always a plus.

The worst… Well, it would be Midnight at the moment. After the whole entity and knocking thing, it beat anything else she had experienced so far. You can't say an entity possessing you isn't scary as hell.

Living on the Tardis… it's interesting. Huge, for one. You can get lost for hours in the corridors it has. There are so many rooms, like the kitchen, library, seven freaking squash courts, over two hundred rooms, the bar, the… something we shouldn't mention ever room, and so many more. Way too many rooms to count, truthfully. Even she hadn't been through all of them.

The wardrobe happens to clean itself, as the rest of the Tardis too. The TARDIS, unless she is really tired, puts everything away and tidies everything up for the Doctor and Phoenix. The TARDIS is really nice, isn't she?

A theme song… Phoenix had to think on that one for a moment. There were so many songs to choose from, it was hard to pick one. And to choose one that would fit her correctly was a difficult task. Truthfully, Phoenix was stuck between two. The song Pompeii by Bastille and Demons by Imagine Dragons. They both describe her life pretty well, and she liked both songs too.

Setting to the note to the side, Phoenix picked up the other letter, which felt like it had something it. Tearing it open, Phoenix pulled out a necklace that looked similar to the time turner from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Grabbing the note, Phoenix pulled it open and read it.

It's a perception filter. You're going to need it.

Lady Artimes Blaine

Sticking the necklace in her pocket along with the caramels, Phoenix smiled brightly. Mail always seemed to cheer her up for some reason, no matter how odd it was that she got them.

Yawning slightly, Phoenix realized she was exhausted. Thinking a nap could do no harm, she lay down and closed her eyes tightly, falling into a deep slumber quite soon after.

Oh how wrong she was.

Ah, Ciara. So much fun to write :) I seriously love writing rude characters that don't exactly have boundaries. Just makes everything so much more interesting... I hope you enjoyed and all of that!