Here's the next bit. I'm such a bully but let me know what you think! Curious about what you guys think of Fallon and the Doctor and their relationship.


The Doctor glanced over at Fallon a moment later, smiling softly at the sight of her fast asleep. The smile was quick to fall though as he looked her over, seeing the extent of the damage done to the woman. Her skin was extremely pale and there were dark bruises under her eyes from lack of sleep. He could see bandages peeking out from under her clothes as well as those on her arms. Her body was littered with bruises and scars that hadn't been there before. In fact, the scarring on her hand that he'd been expecting—leftovers from the attack by the Vashta Nerada—were gone. She had died at least once then, if not more than once.

A hint of anger and rage boiled through him at the thought. The man who'd discovered the so-called Immortality Gate was a part of the human race that the Doctor never wanted to be around unless it was for imprisonment. Him doing this to Fallon out of nothing more than greed meant the Doctor felt little to no sympathy for his current situation as another of the Master's clones. That being said, he was almost grateful to the Master because, despite this insane plan of his, he'd helped Fallon; who'd once tried to kill him.

He sighed lightly and turned his gaze back to the wiring he was fiddling with. He still hadn't thought up a way out of this mess but for some reason, Fallon's words were ringing about in his head.

"Wake me up when you've figured out how to fly us back…"

He frowned lightly before he heard footsteps coming up behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to see Wilfred awkwardly standing there.

"Aye, aye. Got this old tub mended?" Wilfred asked, trying to remain chipper despite the situation which the Doctor appreciated.

"Just trying to fix the heating."

Wilfred turned his gaze out to the Earth and stars in the viewing window; a small smile on his face. "Oh. I've always dreamt of a view like that. Hee, hee. I'm an astronaut. It's dawn over England, look. Brand new day," he said before his smile faltered. "My wife's buried down there. I might never visit her again now. Do you think he changed them, in their graves?"

"I'm sorry," the Doctor murmured, wondering if Wilfred blamed him for this as much as he did himself.

"No, not your fault."

"Isn't it?" The Doctor pressed, wanting to believe his and Fallon's words but struggling to see how this wasn't all because of him.

"Oh, 1948, I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot, I was. Stood on this rooftop, in the middle of a skirmish. It was like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don't want to listen to an old man's tales, do you?" Wilfred rambled, not knowing how to help comfort him given the situation.

"I'm older than you," the Doctor informed him. "Fallon even older."

"Get away."

"I'm nine hundred and six," the Doctor told him, much to his surprise. "And Fallon's immortal because of some genetic quirk. Says she's been on Earth since the beginning of human history. Hundreds of thousands if not millions or billions of years old."

"What, really though?"

"Yeah."

"Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you."

"I think you look like giants," he said proudly, turning to Fallon and running his fingers through her hair.

She'd shifted slightly in her sleep with a furrow to her brows so he helped calm whatever nightmare had started to trouble her, knowing she needed more sleep. Wilfred watched him do it too and finally blurted out the question he wanted to ask since he saw Fallon in the Tardis the day the Doctor left Donna.

"Is she your…"

"No," the Doctor answered, knowing what Wilfred was asking.

"But you love her, don't you?"

The Doctor smiled softly. "Yeah… Yeah, I do. She doesn't know though. She's lived so long… She's only had a few people she's cared about that much and I don't want to… I don't want to hurt her."

"You said she was immortal but lived on Earth. So wouldn't they have been—"

"Human, yeah. She hasn't told me everything but it's a lot to remember and it wasn't all good." The Doctor frowned lightly, remembering her reaction when she mentioned her first husband but shaking it off. "Even then though, she's had to hide a lot, deal with a lot. She was scared to even try anything with them."

"So you're not going to try with her?" Wilfred asked, surprised. "But look at you! I'm sure she would say yes. You can live out your years together far more than us humans. I think you need that, the both of you. Living as long as we do is tough, but living thousands of years is… it gets lonely, don't it?"

"Oh, unbelievably so," the Doctor admitted. "…I just want her to be comfortable with it, is all. It's just… never been the right time."

Wilfred laughed. "Let me tell you, it won't ever be the right time but the second you have a chance, you tell her. You tell her right then and there because otherwise you'll regret it and keep on regretting."

"Yeah… Yeah, you're right," the Doctor admitted and they went quiet for a second before Wilfred closed his eyes hard and brought out his revolver, showing it to him.

"Listen, I, I want you to have this. I've kept it all this time, and I thought…"

"No," the Doctor said, rejecting the offer like Wilfred knew he would.

"No, but if you take it, you could—"

"No." The Doctor pushed it back towards him, eyeing him. "You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot the Master there and then."

"Too scared, I suppose."

The Doctor knew better though and offered him a small smile. "I'd be proud."

"Of what?"

"If you were my dad."

Wilfred turned his gaze to the floor in embarrassment. "Oh, come on, don't start... But you said… You were told he will knock four times and then you die. Well, that's him, isn't it? The Master. That noise in his head? The Master is going to kill you."

"Yeah," the Doctor said, not knowing what else the Ood could have meant.

"Then kill him first."

"And that's how the Master started. It's not like I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. I got worse. I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long," he said in his frustration before shaking his head. "I can't. I just can't."

"What about her?" Wilfred asked and the Doctor bristled.

"Don't you dare."

"No, I mean, if you've lived too long, then what about her? She's older than you, looks human enough but… she's not all innocent either, is she?"

The Doctor glanced at Fallon knowing how hard Fallon always tried to remain cheerful even when her past came back to haunt her.

"I don't know how she does it," the Doctor breathed. "She's not like me. I remember everything even when I was young, but she's only human. She forgets, has to write it down or it disappears. There's triggers, of course, but they're rarely for good things… She's never actually told me about many of the good things. It's always about what troubles her. What's stuck around to haunt her." He looked over at Wilfred, knowing he was going to ask again for him to take the gun. "I can't. She won't forgive me if I do."

Wilfred looked down at the weapon in his hands, understanding his reasonings but still wishing there was something more to be done.

"I'd forgive you."

The Doctor whipped around to Fallon as she turned her head slightly to look up at him and he pulled his hand away.

"I'd forgive you because… you forgave me."

He remembered how angry she'd been when she fired at Cobb and how he had forgiven her with time but this was different. He knew it was different because the Master was his friend. The Master was just being manipulated by the noise in his head and was never quite right since the Untempered Schism. The Doctor wanted to try everything and anything else first before he would use that option, but knowing that Fallon would forgive him for it meant the world to him.

"Thank you," he murmured and she hummed, sitting up with a small wince.

"So? You figure out how to crash the Master's party yet?"

He cracked a small smile, going to respond when the Master's voice echoed through the ship.

"A star fell from the sky. Don't you want to know where from? Because now it makes sense, Doctor. The whole of my life. My destiny. The star was a diamond and the diamond is a Whitepoint Star. And I have worked all night to sanctify that gift. Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal and use it as a lifeline. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular. Over and out."

"Doctor?" Fallon said, catching his expression and knowing whatever the Master meant to do, it wasn't good. "What does that mean?"

"A Whitepoint star is only found on one planet. Gallifrey. Which means… it's the Time Lords. The Time Lords are returning."

"Well, I mean, that's good, isn't it? I mean, that's your people," Wilfred said but even Fallon's expression was serious as the Doctor took off running.

"Wilfred, I'm going to borrow this, okay?" She said, scooping up his revolver and surprising him.

"What? But the Doctor—"

"He might not use it but if something needs to be done… If we have no other choice, then someone will have to make the hard decision and I'd rather it be me than him," she admitted, hurrying off after him as she tucked the gun away.


I stepped into the flight deck as a beat of four rang out, uneasy with the recent development. The Doctor said he had to kill his people. His and the Daleks and if the Doctor now is the same man that he was back then… he wouldn't do it unless he felt he had no other choice. Something is wrong with the Time Lords and he… he looks scared. The weight of the gun tucked under my shirt was suddenly heavy with guilt. I won't use it if I don't have to. I shook my head and followed after Wilfred as he stepped into the room as well, questions on his lips.

"But you said your people were dead. Past tense."

"Inside the Time War. And the whole War was Timelocked. Like, sealed inside a bubble. It's not a bubble but just think of a bubble. Nothing can get in or get out of the Timelock. Don't you see? Nothing can get in or get out, except something that was already there," the Doctor explained, rushing around and working on anything he could.

"The drums," I said, understanding. "They sent the signal, put it in the Master's head, drove him crazy as a… a plan to bring themselves back. Christ, Time Lords are absolute dicks, aren't they?"

"Language," the Doctor chided, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, I had a few other choice words but sure. Scold me for calling them dicks."

"Point is, if they can follow the signal, they can escape before they die," he explained.

"But I've heard you talk about your people like they're wonderful," Wilfred said, not understanding why the Doctor was hesitant about them returning and why I was so against them.

"That's how I choose to remember them, the Time Lords of old. But then they went to war. An endless war, and it changed them right to the core. You've seen my enemies, Wilf. The Time Lords are more dangerous than any of them," the Doctor said as the female cactus-being questioned him.

"Time Lords? What lords? Anyone want to explain?"

"Right, yes, you. This is a salvage ship, yes? You go trawling the asteroid fields for junk?" The Doctor asked instead.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"So, you've got asteroid lasers!"

"Yeah, but they're all frazzled," Rossiter countered until the Doctor flipped a switch.

"Consider them unfrazzled. You there, what's your name? I'm going to need you on navigation," he said, pointing at the woman before turning to Rossiter. "And you, get in the laser pod. Wilfred."

"Yeah?"

"Laser number two. The old soldier's got one more battle."

"This ship can't move. It's dead!" The woman argued, making the Doctor raise a brow.

"Fix the heating?" He joked, flipping more switches and powering up the ship.

"But now they can see us!"

"Oh," I breathed in understanding. "But we have asteroid lasers! We can fight off the missiles!"

The Doctor snapped his fingers at me with a grin. "Oh, yes!"

"This is my ship, and you're not moving it. Step away from the wheel," the woman said before I snorted.

"Yeah, not happening. You'd have better luck convincing a mountain to move."

The Doctor smiled as well, not about to stop. "There's an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom, and consolation to the soul in times of need."

"What's that then?" She asked.

"Allons-y!" He called out, thrusting the ship toward Earth as I grabbed the railing. "Come on!"

"You are blinking, flipping mad!" The woman shouted over the rumble of us reentering Earth's atmosphere before the Doctor shouted at the other two.

"You two. What did I say? Lasers! You heard Fallon! We've got to fight off an entire planet!" He turned to me then as I shoved his foot off a lever and took over holding it for him.

"Just tell me where you need me!" I chimed, earning a thankful look from him before the woman called out.

"We've got incoming!"

"You two, open fire!" the Doctor called out, dodging the missiles as best he could. "Open fire! Come on, Wilf!"

"And there's more. Sixteen of them. Oh, and another sixteen!"

"Then get on the rear gun lasers! You two, open fire! Now!" The Doctor urged, and I started to move but he stopped me. "Not you, Fallon. I need you here."

The flying was getting more erratic and we both ducked when the front window was blasted out.

"Good to know you do actually drive like a maniac!" I snapped at him, my already battered body not enjoying the jerking about.

"Lock the navigation!" The Doctor shouted, shooting me a look for my comment as the cactus woman answered.

"Onto what!"

"England! The Naismith mansion!"

I grew uneasy though as he continued.

"Destination?"

"Fifty klicks and closing. We've locked onto the house. We are going to stop, though. Doctor? We are going to stop?"

"I don't think we're stopping!" I called out as Wilfred and Rossiter returned to join us.

"Doctor? Doctor, you said you were going to die!" Wilfred called out, making me and the other woman whip to him.

"He said what!" We both shouted.

"But is that all of us? I won't stop you, sir, but is this it?"

"Not a chance!" I argued, knowing he wouldn't do something that stupid.

Sure enough, he jerked the ship upward at the last second and pulled open a hatch in the floor. Knowing what he was going to do, I groaned and dove after him as he threw himself out of the ship.

"What are you doing!" He shouted at me and I grabbed a hold of his tie and pulled him toward me with a glare.

"Saving your dumb ass!"

I wrapped myself around him, bracing for the impact as we crashed through the glass-domed ceiling and my body hit the ground. I forgot how to breathe for a moment as pain radiated through me and the Doctor fell out of my arms. The familiar pain of broken bones rolled through my body in a number of places. My hip and shoulder in particular were throbbing as my lungs struggled to take in air with the painful stitch in my right side. I'd turned slightly to avoid my spine taking the brunt of the impact but that didn't stop the rest of my body from feeling it instead.

The Doctor was struggling too even with my help, fighting to push himself up as the leader of the Time Lords that were lined up before us, stepped forward.

"My Lord Doctor. My Lord Master. We are gathered for the end."

"Listen to me, you can't," the Doctor said, pushing himself to his knees now that he could catch his breath.

"It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child."

"Oh, he's not saving you. Don't you realize what he's doing?" The Doctor countered, trying to get the Master to understand something, but he wasn't listening.

"Hey, no, hey! That's mine. Hush," he silenced the Doctor before stepping up to proudly greet the Time Lord leaders. "Look around you. I've transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them, because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh, yes, Mister President, sir, standing there all noble and resplendent and decrepit. Think how much better you're going to look as me."

The president lifted up a gauntlet then, making the Master's proud look fall as it lit up and the humans started to turn back to themselves. I pushed myself up slightly, struggling still to catch my breath. Broken rib? Probably more injuries too.

"On your knees, mankind," the President ordered and I was surprised when the humans did as he asked.

It was like all fight had left them when faced with this man who thought he was superior. It made me angry and annoyed. Hell, I was frustrated at the fact that he was even making the Master stumble around his words.

"No, that's fine, that's good because you said salvation. I still saved you. Don't forget that."

"The approach begins," the President said, glancing up as the world seemed to rumble.

"Approach of what?"

"Something is returning," the Doctor explained, angry himself. "Don't you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not someone, something."

"What is it?"

"No," I breathed, understanding dawning on me as I looked at the Doctor in shock. "H-He's bringing back the whole thing?"

The Doctor nodded, head bowed. "They're not just bringing back the species. It's Gallifrey. Right here, right now."

The humans rushed from the building as the planet appeared in the sky, edging ever closer. I wrapped a hand around my side, pain rolling through me as I wheezed.

"B-But it'll knock Earth out of orbit. Are these idiots seriously just dropping a planet of that size in the middle of a solar system?"

"But, I did this. I get the credit. I'm on your side!" The Master blurted out and I rolled my eyes as I turned to him in annoyance.

"You idiot! They used you! From the second they put you in front of the damn Schism you were infected with a sound they made! They created a paradox to bring themselves back! They don't care about you! They never did! And obviously, they don't care about anything but their damn selves given they just dropped a planet in the middle of our universe!"

Wilfred had burst into the room as well, helping the one man trapped in the glass containment despite the Doctor trying to get him not to. The Master still wasn't quite understanding the problem though, turning to the Doctor in his uncertainty.

"But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored."

"God, are you all this daft?" I huffed, closing my eyes in pain as my vision shifted and a tremble rolled through my body.

"You weren't there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the Timelock's broken, then everything's coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The War turned into hell. And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending."

"My kind of world," the Master said with a smirk.

"Just listen! Because even the Time Lords can't survive that!"

"We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart," the President declared, and then it seemed the Master finally understood.

"That's suicide."

"We will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of time, and cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be."

"You're joking," I murmured, eyeing the President in disgust. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"You see now? That's what they were planning in the final days of the War. I had to stop them," the Doctor told the Master who hesitated only a moment before reaching out to the only one he believed could help him.

"Then… take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory."

"You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more," the President spat before there was a click of a gun.

I'd somehow gotten to my feet in my anger toward the Time Lord in front of me, Wilfred's pistol in my grip, and pointed at him. He looked down on me with a disgusted look, undoubtedly seeing nothing more than a measly human challenging him.

"Fallon. Fallon, don't," the Doctor said but I glared at the man before me in equal disgust.

"Don't? Don't what? Shoot the idiot that's threatening a planet for the sake of his selfish need to be better than everyone else? Why the hell shouldn't I kill him? This dumbass just said he was bringing back his own damn planet just to blow up the universe!"

"I told you humans to kneel," the President spat, barely giving me a once-over. "Who are you to try and stand against Time himself?"

I scoffed. "Time itself? You? Please. You're just another pompous asshole who thinks he owns the universe. Who thinks he deserves better than dying when he gets old. Fucking idiots. Every damn one of them. Immortality is bullshit! Yet, every one of you is so damn eager to sacrifice anyone you can to make yourself live forever! Well, let me tell you… it fucking sucks. Every second feels like an hour. Every damn day feels like a decade. You think you're bored now? Try coming up with something new to do when you've done it all."

The Master scoffed and I whipped the gun around to him, head tipped back in annoyance.

"Don't toy with me, you asshole. You're the one who got us in this mess."

"He's to blame, not me!" The Master argued as I turned my gun back to the President, cautious of his gauntlet more than anything the Master could do.

The Doctor stood beside me though, a hand placed lightly on my raised arm as he looked at me in exhaustion. "Fallon, don't. Not like this."

"What, so you can do it?" I countered, glancing at him. "Fat chance."

"Fallon—"

"No," I cut him off, teeth grit in anger and the agony that my body was going through just to keep me upright. "No, see, this planet has been mine longer than anyone elses. I've watched the human race fuck it up time and time again, and you know what? I'm not about to let some pompous asshole have his way with it especially not when you sacrificed everything you had to make sure they were dead and gone." I turned back toward the Master who stiffened in surprise before rolling my eyes. "Move."

His eyes widened and he dove out of the way as I fired my shot, hitting the device holding the Whitepoint Star. The Doctor grabbed me as the link was broken and my legs gave out. He beamed a grin at me before turning his fiery gaze at the President.

"The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon. Back into hell."

"You'll die with me, Doctor," Rassilon threatened, lifting his gauntlet and I pulled against the Doctor's firm grasp in an attempt to be between them but the Master spoke up instead.

"Get out of the way."

The Doctor grabbed me around the stomach, enticing a cry of pain from me as he hauled me out of the Master's way. The Master was quick to hit Rassilon with the energy he still had bundled up within him, bellowing at the man.

"You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!"

Light blinded us as Gallifrey, the Time Lords, and the Master vanished back through the link that had brought them here. The relief of it being done and over with settled into me and I leaned back into the Doctor and closed my eyes as everything was finally over. Gallifrey had fallen once more.


The Doctor was upset. More than upset. He was angry and frustrated with the world. The universe that teased his death for so long and then made Wilfred the one to cause it. He was glad Fallon had passed out before she saw him getting upset about things. He thought she had died but she was still breathing and her pulse was steady. He just brought her into the Tardis with Wilfred and laid her on the jumpseat for now as he brought Wilfred home. He then landed the Tardis somewhere else and turned to Fallon with soft, sad eyes.

He didn't want her to see this. He didn't want to change at all but he knew he was working on borrowed time. His regeneration was coming and given how messy he knew they could be, he didn't want Fallon to get caught in the mess. I'll just drop her off and come back once everything is settled… I don't want to lose her because I went and changed in front of her. It's overwhelming so…

"I'm sorry," he murmured, leaning down and kissing her forehead before he gathered her in his arms and stepped out.

He'd landed at her manor in one of her bedrooms. He didn't have time to look around and knew he would really need to drop in at some point to do just that if he could. For now, though, he laid her down in the bed, checking her pulse and breathing once more before stepping away. He didn't want to leave her after just getting her back, pausing in the doorway of the Tardis and eyeing her longingly before forcing himself to turn away. He had to go. She shouldn't suffer because of him being selfish. She'll be upset when he comes back with a new face and personality, but it was better than the alternative. It was better than him changing in front of her and overwhelming her before he was fully settled in his new body. He was doing this for her.

He took a breath and stepped into the Tardis, the ship echoing its usual wheezing groan in Fallon's bedroom and causing her brows to furrow. She cringed, her expression pinching in pain as her breathing picked up but something was wrong. She wheezed and choked, rolling onto her side and curling into herself before suddenly going slack, one last breath escaping her lips before she went still. Not a breath or a heartbeat to be heard.


It had been months, months since the Doctor left me in my manor after the shit that happened with the Master and I was furious. I'd died, something made obvious by the lack of scarring from my torment while in the Naismith mansion, but didn't understand why the Doctor had left me again. He'd said he wanted me to go with him, yet here I was, scouring the Earth again for him.

I'd stayed in England for a while, expecting him to pop up but he didn't so I went on the backpacking trip I'd originally planned, editing it as I went along when I heard rumors of mishaps. Things that could only involve the Doctor. It started with a huge eyeball flying in the sky that turned red, but I couldn't pinpoint where exactly it was looking. After some asking around, someone mentioned Gloucestershire and I started my trek back to England to search.

"Stupid asshole Doctor leaving me again," I bit out under my breath as I followed the map I had, shifting my shoulder to adjust the pack on my back. "I'll find him and strangle him. Didn't even care I was dying and just left me there. Hope he ends up in trouble and I have to save him, so I can just point and laugh at him for a minute."

I frowned, lifting my head and looking around. I was in a small town now and another glance at the map said it was called Leadworth and there wasn't much in it. I can probably pass through without issue and get further out. I doubt the Doctor would pop up here. My stomach grumbled though and I sighed, checking the map again. There's a pub. Good. I can grab something to eat before I go. Better than the stew I've been having to cook while I've been camping. I walked into the town and tucked the map away, finding the pub and soon settling down with a drink and something to eat.

It was lively for a small town and the food was decent enough. I considered having a few more drinks and staying somewhere but there wasn't anywhere to stay. I'd have to call a car and go to the next town over or risk trying to set up my things while drunk. Still, the thought was tempting and as I considered whether or not to order another drink, a familiar voice hummed beside me.

"Backpacking again, are we?"

I turned to see a familiar head of bushy hair, my heart skipping at the sight of her. "R-River?"

"Hello, sweetie," River said with a beaming smile, hooking her arm through mine. "Should we go out and have some fun?"

"River, what—"

I couldn't ask anything though before she touched a device on her wrist and we were pulled away to another place, another time, and another adventure.


The Doctor bounded through the museum pointing out all the many things that were wrong with the labels on the pieces as Amy trailed after him idly.

"Wrong. Wrong. Bit right, mostly wrong. I love museums."

"Yeah, great. Can we go to a planet now? Big spaceship? Churchill's bunker? You promised me a planet next," Amy complained as he chided her.

"Amy, this isn't any old asteroid. It's the Delerium Archive, the final resting place of the headless monks. The biggest museum ever."

"You've got a time machine. What do you need museums for?"

He ignored her as he pointed out a few more.

"Oh, I see. It's how you keep score," she concluded which was, technically true but it wasn't why he was here.

No, he was here because he was avoiding something. Or, more accurately, someone. He hadn't remembered at first, given how frazzled he'd been after regenerating and the invading aliens in search of a fugitive that distracted him not long afterward. Then he thought he'd get Amy settled in as his new companion as a sort of… surprise for Fallon when he did pick her up. One trip turned into two which turned into three and now he was simply avoiding going back to find her.

She'd be angry, obviously. He'd left her after they'd just met back up and he'd said he wanted to bring her back with him. The other issue was this new body. He felt… childish, almost. He was far more energetic and was worried that this might put her off. He wasn't as… well, he didn't feel he was as appealing as his past self. It was silly to think but he wanted to impress Fallon, not scare her off. The thing that made him the most uneasy though, was he was almost certain his big mouth would blurt out how he felt about her too soon.

He'd avoided her for a good long while, though the brief meeting with her younger self while with Churchill had served as a guilty reminder. Her being on Earth, while he was bouncing around, made the maths a bit tricky but it had definitely been months since he left her. She's really not going to be happy with me, he mused as he moved to the next museum piece and stopped. He leaned over the top of the glass to look at what was inscribed on the box within as Amy headed over curiously.

"Oh great, an old box," she teased as the Doctor explained.

"It's from one of the old starliners. A Home Box."

"What's a Home Box?"

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home Box flies home with all the flight data."

"So?"

"The writing, the graffiti. Old High Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords," he said, in excitement. "There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple gods."

"What does it say?" Amy asked.

" 'Hello sweetie,'" he read with a wrinkle of his nose before bringing out his sonic to steal the cube.

An alarm went off and guards chased after them but by that point, they were already in the Tardis and hooking it up to the Home Box.

"Why are we doing this?" Amy questioned.

"Because someone on a spaceship twelve thousand years ago is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security playback working."

The monitor lit up showing a security feed of two people. One lowered her sunglasses and winked at the camera, her bushy hair perfectly matching her dress and heels as she walked off. The person who followed her had their shoulders hunched slightly and looked more on edge but the Doctor couldn't make out their face with their hood pulled up on their cloak and a black cloth covering their mouth and nose. The monitor flickered to another camera showing the two at a dead end as someone spoke.

"The party's over, Doctor Song. Yet, still you're on board."

"Sorry, Alistair," River replied, as smug as ever. "I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what's down there? Any of you? Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach its destination."

"Wait till she runs. Don't make it look like an execution," Alistair growled out as the second figure sighed and muttered to River under her breath—the security feed unable to pick up what they said.

River lifted her wrist, glancing at her bracelet. "Triple seven five slash three four nine by ten zero twelve slash acorn. Oh, and we could do with an air corridor."

The Doctor rushed around, putting in the coordinates and rushing to the doors once the Tardis was in place. He yanked them open and reached out, pulling River and her companion in only to fall on the floor with the companion on top of him. Their hood had fallen off and the Doctor's eyes widened at the person lying on his chest.

"F-Fallon?"

She stared at him for a half second, pulling down the cloth on her face before frowning. "Who the hell are you?"