We rush into the main corridor, smoke and frantic chittering drawing our attention to a locked door. The Doctor holds his sonic to the panel once again,

"Hold on. Get back." he orders, gently letting go of my hand.

"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

"Is the Steward in there?!" Jabe asks, astonished.

"You can smell him." is the Doctors not quite so remorseful reply

"Mmm barbequed Crespallion." I quietly state, they both look at me. One with pure fear and disgust the other with what I guess is disappointment and slight humor

"Hold on, there's another sun filter programmed to descend." he rushes out before hightailing it out of there. We chase after him, turning corners till I felt dizzy. We reach a door, someone banging on this inside frantically. The Doctor starts to work on the panel, frantically scanning and buzzing it with the sonic.

"Anyone in there?" I question, the bagning on the door still continuing.

"Let me out!" Roses voice shouts from the other side. I freeze, of course it's her.

"No we're going to let you become the sunday roast, yes we're trying to let your out!" I respond. Sparing a glance at the Doctor.

"Hold on. Give us two ticks." the Doc says, persevering with the computer.

"Sun filter rising, sun filter rising."

I let out a sigh of relief which must have jinxed it.

"Sun filter descending..."

"Just what we need. The computer's getting clever." he begins to pull at the panel.

"Stop mucking about!" Rose yells in fear.

"I'm not mucking about. It's fighting back." he says, I ring my hands as I watch unable to help in any way. I give up watching and grab the screwdriver. I slide in front of the Doctor shoving the device into the wires.

"Sun filter descending, sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

I relax against the Doctor, letting my head roll back onto his chest. We both sigh in relief, he runs his hands comfortingly up and down my arms. We move apart to try the doors only for them to not move.

"The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there!" we then run away heading towards the main observation gallery. We walk in on all the guest gathering. Jabe informing them on the situation. I can't believe it has escalated to this. The Doctor stolls over to Jabe, taking the metal spider from her grip.

"Summon the Steward!" the small blue man orders, Jabe turns to him.

"I'm afraid the Steward is dead." she discloses, everyone remaining gasps in what I assume as shock.

"Who killed him?" he questions, restless in his floating wheelchair.

"This whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe. He invited us. Talk to the Face. Talk to the Face." Cassandra, the skin trampoline exclaims. The Face of Boe shakes his head in denial. It can't have been him. That's a bit too obvious.

"Easy way of finding out. Someone bought their little pet on board. Let's send him back to master." Doc states, buzzing the spider with his Sonic and placing it on the ground. The thing scuttles forwards briefly pausing near Cassandra before sliding over to the group of black cloaked figures.

"The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse!" the skin flap exclaims, I pull a face at her confidence. My brain slowly figures it out, a smirk rising to my face. I look over to my alien companion, he nods slightly.

Grinning I take a step forwards, "This is really kind of obvious, a bit too obvious. If you stop and think about it-" I start, the Doctor approaches the Meme's who swing at him. He catches the arm ripping it off. Damn. "A Repeated Meme is just an idea. And that's all they are, an idea." I continue. My statement is followed by Doc ripping a wire out of the now detached arm causing them all to fall down.

"Remote controlled Droids. Nice little cover for the real troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo. Go home." the Doctor continues, pushing the spider forwards with his leather boot. It scuttles towards the 'last human' as expected.

"I bet you two were the school swots and never got kissed. At arms!" she shouts outraged. I glare at the pissed of skin. What is she going to do?! She's skin! Her two henchmen lift their spray containers. Threatening us with moisturizer...

"What are you going to do, moisturise us?" the Doctor sarcastically quips.

"With acid." she adds, her face completely neutral. "Oh, you're too late, anyway. My spiders have control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts, tax free, past every code wall. I'm not just a pretty face." she explains, very proud of herself.

"You're not even that." I snap at her.

"Like you can talk, anyone who finds you remotely attractive must be blind." she hisses, I glare at her.

"Bitch." I simply state, crossing my arms over my chest. She rolls her eyes at me, the Doctor didn't give her a chance to reply as he interrupted.

"Sabotaging a ship while you're still inside it? How stupid's that?" she smirks at his baiting.

"I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous." she really wanted that main character moment.

"Five billion years and it still comes down to money." Doc grumbled, obviously displeased with humanity's greediness.

"Do you think it's cheap, looking like this? Flatness costs a fortune. I am the last human, Doctor. Me. Not that freaky little blonde kid of yours and your snappy sidekick."

"Snappy Sidekick?!" I shriek, thankfully my companion places his hand gently on my shoulder. I zone out slightly my mind trying to force me into one of the vision/dreams. I shake my head though, pushing against it. Now is not the time. I struggle to focus on the conversation and not the blurriness of my mind and sight, a dull throbbing entering my brain is I strain. Thankfully after a few seconds, the blurriness dissipates. The pain though stayed. I glance around catching Cassandra saying a few things before disappearing.

"The fuck?" I say, staring at the place she was before she was sucked into a white light. An alarm starts to go off, everyone was muttering and panicking. The Doctor grabs my hand before shouting,

"Jabe come on. You lot, chill."

~1~

We had returned to the room with fans, the machine repeatedly stating,

"Heat levels critical."

The fans were blocking the way to the switch we needed. There was a lever which the Doctor noticed and pulled, all the fans slowed nearly to a stop. He moved to addvance causing the fans to return movement. He pauses staring at the deadly blades. Jabe hurriedly grabs the metal lever causing us to look at her.

"You can't. The heat's going to vent through this place." he exclaims. Without thinking I grab her by the arm and move her.

"Jabe go I can do it."

"No I insist."

"Jabe no, you're made out of wood. You'll go up in flames, I'll last a bit longer." I argue, she nods before hurrying out and I'm assuming to the rest of the guests.

"Alula." Doc states, he was staring at my his face distraught.

"I'll be fine Doc, hurry up before we get blown up." he nods I pull the lever and he advances.

I could feel my skin boiling, sticking to the metal which didn't help my pain. I bite my lip, clamping my mouth shut. The Doctor needed to focus and not hear my screams. My entire body started to burn, I gasp out in pain before dropping to the ground. My fall ripped the skin of my palms causing me to cry out. My headache disappears as a vision overcomes me.

My ship has detached from the TARDIS, I'm now floating in space with no supplies. I'm thankfully nearby a planet, Earth. The destination the Time Lord was heading, except I only have enough fuel to make it there, nowhere else.

I need food, therefore Earth here I come. My ship lands with a large bang, destroying whatever remained in its path. I stumbled from the ruins, my body remaining unharmed. The Time Lord I was following nowhere in sight.

~1~

I have spent the last month stealing and searching for the TARDIS and Doctor. Our psychic bond had been severed, causing me too loose hope in ever finding him. He's gone and I need to accept that and learn to live here. Even if that means losing who I am.

I feel my body sway, arms carrying me as they run. I look up to see the Doctor focused intently on his direction, his jaw clenched tight. I gasp at the pain flowing through me.

"Jesus christ, I'm not doing that again."

His head snaps down to me, relief flowing through him, "I'm not letting you do that again."

I nod, watching as we enter the main observation deck. Jabe was waiting anxiously near her guards, everyone looks up as we enter. He gently places me on the floor, allowing me to sit on one of the steps as rage and pure contempt rolled off of him. I look around to see the damage, many were sat on the floor with others tending to their injuries. Some crying with piles of dust in front of them. Thankfully I see all of Jabe and her guards stood near some others helping an injured Umpa Lumpa. Or whatever they're called. The Doctor rages around the room answering Roses question,

"You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them. Idea number one, teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of feed. Idea number two, this feed must be hidden nearby." He strolls over the the ostridge egg Cassandra had brought, harshly slamming it into the stand causing it to shatter. He plucks a small grey device from the center of the pieces. "Idea number three, if you're as clever as me, then a teleportation feed can be reversed."

He pulls and twists a few things causing a shrill beep to emit from the device before the one and only bitchy trampoline's voice starts to echo. Soon followed by her image.

"Oh, you should have seen their little alien faces." she comes to realisation, her eyes flicking between our figures. "Oh."

"The last human." Doc states, his face pulled into a scowl.

"So, you passed my little test. Bravo. This makes you eligible to join, er, the Human Club." Cassandra stalls, her eyes twitching and flickering nervously. I roll my eyes at her audacity.

"People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them." I exclaim, scrambling to my feet before leaning on Rose who smiled at me. I wince at the flash of pain in my body but choose to ignore it.

"It depends on your definition of people, and that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries. Take me to court then, Doctor, and watch me smile and cry and flutter..."

"Creak."

"And what?" Cassandra asks, his skin tightening with each second. Rose and I look at each other in horror.

"Creak. You're creaking." is Doc's blunt response, an almost cynical smile on his face.

"What? Ah! I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens. Moisturise me, moisturise me! Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot!"

"You raised the temperature." the Doctor replies, his face now impassive.

"Have pity! Moisturise me! Oh, oh, Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll do anything." she baggs, her skin tightening and paling. Wrinkles forming all over. We stumble towards the Doctor.

"Help her." we state, looking up at the man beside us. He briefly looks at us,

"Everything has its time and everything dies."

"I am too young!" is Cassandra's final words as she explodes from the tension. Pieces of her flesh fly in all directions as I hide my face in Roses' hair. We both stand there in shock, I look up at Cassandra's empty frame.

"What the actual fuck." I mutter to myself. The Doctor speed walks out of there. His leather jacket flowing behind him. I need sleep, pyjamas and a coffee.

We decide to return to the Observation Deck looking out at our now destroyed planet. The molten pieces of rock flying past us. A sense of melancholy takes hold of our minds, our planet is gone and no one was even watching. To busy saving ourselves. Footsteps behind us draws Rose's attention, she looks over her shoulder assumably at the Doctor. He stands next to us, on my right.

"The end of the Earth." I state looking out at the planet, not even sparing a glance anywhere else. "It's gone."

"We were too busy saving ourselves. No one saw it go." Rose continues. Her voice breaking at the end. We were aware that in our time it was perfectly okay. But that didn't help our emotions, emotions have no logic after all.

"All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking." I muse, my voice wavering slightly causing me too clear my throat.

"It's just.." Rose starts, the Doctor offers me his hand.

"Come with me." he states leading us into the TARDIS.

Once inside the spaceship I quickly nip into the closet for a jumper (with the help of the TARDIS), the black one I was wearing was burnt and singed in multiple places. I pull a knitted muted coloured jumper over my head, quickly returning to the other two. Once I had returned Rose was already heading out the door, I stick to the doorway. The sound of bustling streets and cars drifting in from the outside. Children crying and people laughing, completely oblivious to what we had seen.

"You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky." Doc began, looking back at me. He holds his hand out to me which a reluctantly take, allowing him to bring me closer to himself. "My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time." I gently rest my head on his shoulder, hoping to cause some comfort.

"What happened?" Rose queries.

"There was a war and we lost." he replies simply. "It wasn't just us that suffered though, we took down our twin planet in the process."

"A war with who?" Rose doesn't gain an answer so she tries again, "What about your people?" I look up at the older man, his eyes seemed unfocused as he was sucked into old memories.

"I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's no one else." he admits looking at Rose before resting on me.

"There's us." I mutter, looking into his eyes, we half smile at each other.

"You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?" he asks, I shake my head. There is no home, I live by myself with no family so what's the point.

"I don't know," Rose starts before inhaling deeply. "I want.. Can you smell chips?" she switches, short attention span much?

"Yeah." Doc chuckles obviously amused.

"I want chips." is her final response. I smile at the situation, the burns on my body still bugging my ability to focus.

They continue their conversation and begin walking.

"I'm gonna stay here. If that's okay." I state. The two spin on their heel looking at me in what I assume is worry. "Go on i'll be fine."

Not giving them a chance to respond I walk back inside our spaceship. The TARDIS lights up the path, hopefully towards the medical room. Once I arrive I spend the next few minutes searching shelf after shelf for some of the pink burn medicine. I found it after a while. Why is there so much?

I slid onto the counter, I may as well just out it where the burns are the worst. I unscrew the lid glancing down at my palms in deep concentration, the hand I used to hold the lever was a hell of a lot more mangled. I gently spread the paste on hissing at the pain. Once done with my hands I watch in awe as the skin stitches back together.

"That's fucking magic." I whisper to myself as pull my jumper up to put some of the paste on my lower back.

"That really is magic." I hear a voice mutter, I look up to see Rose with a cone of chips and a look of awe. "I can help if you want?" I nod smiling at the blonde. I hold my jumper as she spread the medicine on. "I brought you some chips. Thought you might be hungry."