Arthor Note: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter.

Jessa/10 Doctor

JTDW

The Doctor took a couple steps towards me, I quickly stumble back from him almost tripping down the ramp. He paused, a frown working across his lips.

"Jessamine?" He asked me, confusion coloring his voice. When I didn't say anything he took a few more steps. Taking more steps back until there wasn't anymore space to walk back in, my back pressed against the doors of the TARDIS. A hurt look began to take hold of his face, "Jessamine, it's me ,the Doctor." He walked over until he was at the top of the ramp. Panic began to sink in, I looked for ways to escape and get to my room. The moment he lift his foot to walk down the ramp, I freaked.

"Stay away!" I cried in panicking fear. He froze in his spot, his eyes wide with hurt and mouth open in shock. Tears began to flow from my eyes, I sank to the floor bring my knees to my chest. "Your not real. Your dead, your dead." I cried into my legs. I felt him pull me to his chest and hold onto me tight. I tried to fight him to get out of his embrace. "Let go! Let me go, Crouch!" I pushed him off of me with enough force to send him backwards.

"Crouch?" I stare at him, "Jessamine, I'm the Doctor. The first trip I took you on was to the end of the world. You told me about how you were the only one left of your kind, about your husband, son, and your brother. It's me, the Doctor!" The fear and panic started to slowly fade, leaving me exhausted.

"Doctor?" I asked tiredly, he nodded his head quickly.

"Yes, it's me." he knelt down in front of me.

"You . . ." I paused, meeting eyes with him for a moment.

"What?" He asked me.

"You look like Barty Crouch Jr." He gave me a confused look, "My fourth year of Hogwarts, he tried to get me killed." I whispered to him. Understanding washed over him, he nodded his head again, this time sadly. I slowly stood up watching him as he stood with me.

"Right, well, that make sense on why you were frighten." he took a few steps away from me. I simply nodded before skittering around him and moving over to the console. The TARDIS violently shuddered, making me grasp onto the console while the Doctor held on to the railing. A few moments later, the engines stopped. The Doctor throws the doors open and peers out.

"Here we are, then! London! Earth! The Solar System! We did it!" He calls back to me before stumbling out of the TARDIS. I stay at the console, trying to stay calm and figure out what to do while the Doctor was outside doing who knows what. I hear a loud thump from outside and rush out of the TARDIS and notice the Doctor on the ground.

"What happened? Is he all right?" I asked looking up at Mickey, Rose, and mum.

"I don't know, he just keeled over! But who is he? Where's the Doctor?" Mickey asked me.

"That's him. Right in front of you. That's the Doctor." I told them.

"What d'you mean, "that's the Doctor"? Doctor who?" Rose asked, confused. The Doctor lies on the ground, very still as if he were dead. Mickey helped me get the Doctor off the ground and into my mum's flat. Laying him on my bed, mum shooed us out while she changed him into some pyjamas. She called me back in and I helped her tuck him in. I sat on the edge of my bed looking at him when mum left. She returns a few moments later, holding a stethoscope. She hands it to me and sits on the bed next to me.

"Here we go. Tina the Cleaner's got this lodger, medical student. And she was fast asleep, so I just took it." I rolled my eyes as I put the stethoscope into my ears. "Though, I still say we should take him to a hospital." I take it out again.

"We can't. They'd lock him up and dissect him. A bottle of his blood could change everything." Mum opens her mouth to say something. "No! Shush!" Mum stops. I put the stethoscope back in my ears and place it on one side of the Doctor's chest. I heard a steady heartbeat, then I place it on the other side and heard the same. "Both working."

"What d'you mean 'both'?" Mum asked.

"He's got two hearts." I said while taking the stethoscope out of my ears.

"Oh, don't be stupid." She said contemptuously.

"He does." I get up and go to the door.

"Anything else he's got two of?" I turn back to her, glaring.

"Leave him alone and take this back." I all but bite out, thrusting the stethoscope at her and stomp out of the room. I head for the kitchen and open the fridge, taking out a pork pie.

"How can he go changing his face?" I close the fridge door. "Is that a different face or is he a different person?" Mum kept asking.

"Both!" I shouted with frustrated before pausing. "Sorry." I said, guiltily. She nods. "I keep forgetting he's not human." I sniffed holding back my tears. I take mum's hand. "The big question is, where'd you get a pair of men's pyjamas from?"

"Howard's been staying over!" I heard Rose call from the living room. I turned to mum in shock, watching her as she walked away.

"What, Howard from the market? How long's that been going on?" I asked her.

"A month or so. First of all, he starts delivering to the door, and I thought, 'that's a bit odd'. Next thing you know, it's a bag of oranges." I smile as mum prattles on about her beau.

"Jessa!" I turn to the direction Rose was yelling from. I look back to mum.

"I'm so happy for you, mum." I give her a hug, sighing when I hear Rose yell for me again. "I better go see what she wants. You'll have to tell me the rest later okay?" Mum smiled and nodded. I head to the living room and raise an eyebrow at my little sister, all she does is point at the TV. I turn my head to is and stare in shock as Harriet Jones appears on screen.

"What's Harriet Jones doing on the telly?" I asked Rose as I sat down beside her.

"She's the Prime Minister." She told me. I smile incredulously. Mum joins us, standing in the archway.

"I'm eighteen quid a week better off." I turn to mum. "They're calling it 'Britain's Golden Age'. Keep on saying "my Jessa has met her"." I laugh and shook my head.

"Did more than that. Stopped World War Three with her." I smiled and turn back to the telly.

"Harriet Jones — what about those calling the Guinevere One Space Probe a wast of money?" A man asked her.

"Now, that's where you're wrong. I completely disagree if you don't mind." I chuckle. "The Guinevere One Space Probe represents this country's limitless ambition. British workmanship sailing up there among the stars." A man takes her place on the stand.

"This is the spirit of Christmas, birth and rejoicing, and the dawn of a new age, and that is what we're achieving fifteen million miles away." I sighed and turned the telly off. I put my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do.

"Jessa?" I lifted my head and looked towards Mickey. "Why don't we go window shopping?" I nodded, getting up from the couch and went to get my jacket. I glance at my door and stood there, watching it. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "We can stay if you want." I look to Mickey then to the door.

"No, I need to get out. He'll be find with mum and Rose." I said and walked out of the flat with Mickey behind me. We walked down the street crowded with Christmas shoppers.

"So, er, what d'you need?" Mickey asked awkwardly. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have any money to buy gifts and I wasn't about to take Mickey's money for some.

"I forgot about Christmas. I forgot about a lot of things while being in the TARDIS." I turn to Mickey, "Birthday's, Christmas's, they just don't exist in the TARDIS. You feel timeless until you step out of that fantastic blue box."

"Oh, yeah, that's fascinating, 'cos I love hearing stories about the TARDIS. Oh, go on Jessa, tell us another one 'cos I — wow, I could listen to it all day. TARDIS this, TARDIS that." Mickey sassed.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"Oh! One time, in a biiiig yellow garden, full of balloons." Mickey said in a high pitch voice.

"I don't sound like that!" I laughed.

"Oh, you so do." He laughed with me.

"Must drive you mad. I'm surprised you haven't given up on me." I told him.

"Oh, that's the thing, isn't it? You can rely on me. I don't go changing my face." My mood suddenly turn solemn again.

"It's not his fault." I whispered. I look up to Mickey. "He was dying, it was the only choice he had." Mickey stopped and grabbed my hand.

"Let's just let it be Christmas. Could you do that? Just for a bit. You and me, and Christmas. No Doctor, no bog-monsters, no life or death." I nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Mickey nods.

"Right! What're you gonna get for your mum?" We start walking again. I look behind us, distracted as Mickey starts talking again. "I'm round there all the time now, you know. She does my dinner on a sunday . . . talks about you all afternoon, yap yap yap yap yap . . ." I wasn't really listening. I look back at the brass band of masked Santas, who are playing "Good Tidings of Comfort and Joy". I was getting a bad vibe from them. I gaze at them for a long moment. Suddenly, their trumpets are revealed to be flame throwers, blue flame shoots out of them, and people run around screaming. The Santas start blasting around, and there's a lot of commotion. We duck behind a stall.

"It's us. They're after us." I told Mickey just as the Santas blast the stall we were hiding behind. "Shit!" I screamed while pulling Mickey up. We ran, the blasting of the Santas pursuing us. One of the blasts catches the enormous Christmas three instead, and it falls to the ground on top of one of the Santas. Its mask clatters to the ground.

"What's going on? What've we done? Why are they after us?" Mickey asked me frantically. I pick up the mask, taking it with me and drag Mickey down the street.

"I don't think it's truly after us." I look down at the mask then to Mickey. "Their after the Doctor." A taxi draws up. "Taxi!" I called and we got in.

"I can't even go shopping with you. We get attacked by a brass band." Mickey whines as the taxi drives off. I roll my eyes and tap mums number into my mobile. "Who're you phoning?" I put the phone to my ear.

"Mum." It keeps ringing. "Get off the phone!" I exclaimed exasperatedly, putting my phone away.

"Who were . . . those Santa things?" Mickey asked. I hold up the mask.

"No idea. They were only after us because we have the Doctor." I told him. The taxi pulls up and we jump out, running towards the flats. We burst into the flat finding mum on the phone.

[So, save us a chipolata . . .] I rolled my eyes at my mother.

"Get off the phone!" I told her.

"It's only Bev! She says hello." I grab the phone from her.

[Bev? Yeah — look, it'll have to wait.] I hang up and look at Mickey, Rose, and mum. "It's not safe. We've got to get out of here. Any ideas on where we can go?" I asked them.

"My mate Stan, he'll put us up." Mickey said.

"That's only two streets away." Rose told me. I turn to mum.

"What about Mo? Where's she living now?" I asked her.

"I dunno! Peak District!" I nodded.

"Cousin Mo's it is, then." Mum put her hands on her hips.

"It's Christmas Eve! We're not going anywhere! What're you babbling about?" She asked, angrily.

"Mum . . ." I trail off when I spot the green Christmas tree in the corner of the room. We didn't have a green one, we had a white tree. I shakily point to the tree. "Where'd you get that tree?" Mum turns to look at it. "That's a new tree. Where'd you get it?" I asked again.

"Well, I thought it was you!" I look at her confused.

"How could it be me?" I asked.

"Well, you went shopping, there was a ring at the door, and there it was." Rose said me. I looked at her with slight fear then mum.

"That wasn't me." I told them.

"Then who was it . . .?" Mum questioned. We all stare at the tree. I pull mum and Rose behind me. The tree lights up. I let out a tired sigh.

"You've gotta be kidding me." The tree starts to spin, slowly at first and then very fast. Mum and Rose scream. "Jingle bells" begins to play as it sped up. It reduces the coffee table into firewood within seconds. "Go to my room! Go!" I yell at them. Mickey picks up a chair, standing in front of me as mum and Rose run to my room. "Mickey, go!" I rip the chair from him and push him in the direction of my room.

"Jessa!" I hear mum shout. The tree chops up the legs of the chair. "Leave it! Get out!" I stand my ground. The tree takes the chair out of my grip, making me grunt in surprise. I whip my wand out but not fast enough. The tree cuts my arm making me shout in pain. "Jessa! Get out of there!" I ran to my room banging my arm into a wall. Mum slams the door shut. Mickey and mum slide my wardrobe in front the door. I hiss in pain as my arm bleeds, mum hurries over to me to look over my arm.

"I'm okay, mum." I lied. She gave me a light glare as she presses a piece of clothing to the wound, making me groan in pain. My other arm hiding my wand behind my back. Mickey leans against the wardrobe. I was too busy with mum and my wound to notice Rose taking the sonic screwdriver out of the Doctor's jacket. The wardrobe starts to shake as the tree tries to get through. The Christmas tree finally smashes through the wardrobe, throwing Mickey backwards. Mum wraps her arms around me and cowers against the wall.

"I'm gonna get killed by a Christmas tree!" Her voice rising squeakily. I bit my lip as I stared at her then to Mickey and Rose. I pull my wand out and point it at the tree.

"Bombarda!" I shouted but instead of a small explosion, it blows up into pieces. I stare on perplexed before I heard rustling from the bed. I turn to the bed to see the Doctor sitting up with his sonic screwdriver pointed at the spot where the tree was. We lower our tools, staring at one another.

"Remote control. But who's controlling it?" He asked and gets out of bed. We follow him out to the balcony, securing a dressing gown around him. Outside on the ground stand three of the Santas from earlier.

"That's them. What are they?" Mickey asked. Rose shushed him. I watch the Doctor as he raises his sonic screwdriver and points it at the Santas threatening. My eyes widen in shock at the site, the old Doctor would try to talk it out first. They back away, standing closer to each other. Then, they teleported themselves away. "They've just gone! What kind of rubbish were they? I mean, no offense, but they're not much cop if a sonic screwdriver's gonna scare them off."

"Pilot Fish." I looked at him, confused.

"Pilot Fish?" I questioned as everyone turned to look at us. He coughs and throws himself backwards against the wall, clearly in pain. I freeze in my spot as everyone else hurriedly kneel down to him.

"What's wrong?!" Rose cried.

"You woke me up too soon." He pants, breathing heavily. "I'm still regenerating. I'm bursting with energy." More of the vortex escapes through his mouth. "You see? The Pilot Fish could smell it. A million miles away. so they eliminate the defense — that's you lot — and they carry me off. They could run their batteries on me for a couple of year —" He lurches forward towards me, groaning. I catch him out of instincts. I bit my lip hard as he gripped my injured arm.

"Oh!" Mum calls out.

"My head!" He grinds out through gritted teeth. I hold onto him to keep him in place. "I'm having a neuron implosion. I need —"

"What do you need?" Mum asks frantically.

"I need —"

"Say it, tell me, tell me —" I roll my eyes before hissing in pain as he grips my arm tighter.

"I need —"

"Painkillers?" She asked.

"I need —"

"Do you need aspirin?" I look down at the Doctor as his breathing got heavier.

"I —"

"Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I dunno — Pepto - Bismol?"

"I need —" Would they just get on with it, I clenched my eyes shut.

"Liquid paraffin. Vitamin C? Vitamin D? Vitamin E?"

"I need —"

"Is it food? Something simple? Uh — a bowl of soup? A nice bowl of soup? Soup and a sandwich? Soup and a little ham sandwich?" Mum kept asking, her voice rising hysterically.

"I need you to shut up." He grunts out, I snorted in laughter and pressed my face into his hair.

"Oh, he hasn't changed that much, has he?" Mum asked me. I lift my face and smile at her.

"No, I guess he hasn't really." I said. The Doctor suddenly lurches forward again, taking me with him this time. I let out a grunt as my back thumps against the opposite with the Doctor. I stare up at the Doctor in embarrassment as he stares down at me. Mum makes a sound of sympathy.

"We haven't got much time. If there's Pilot Fish, then —" He pants then takes an apple out of his dressing gown pocket. The Doctor and I stare at it in confusing. "Why's there an apple in my dressing gown?" He asked me. I shrugged just as confused as him.

"Oh, that's Howard, sorry." I look over the Doctor's shoulder to see mum.

"He keeps apples in his dressing down?" I asked her.

"He gets hungry." I just stare at her. The Doctor looks at the apple confusedly.

"What, he gets hungry in his sleep?" He asked her.

"Sometimes." Mum shrugs. The Doctor suddenly shouts with pain again and sinks us to the floor. I groan as he falls onto me. He grimaces.

"Brain — collapsing —" he grabs hold of my upper arms, holding them tightly. "P— the Pilot Fish. The Pilot Fish mean . . . that something — something —" he takes a deep breath. "Something's coming." He collapses, his head laying on my chest. I wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep him in place.

"Doctor?" I called softly but receive no answer back. I look up to Mickey. "Help me get him back to bed." We struggle to get him back into the flat and into the bed. I kneel next to him, tucking him in and mopping his forehead with a flannel. He's restless and sweaty, like he has the flu. I sigh and get up to go find Mickey, shutting the door behind me. Mickey sets up his laptop. I sit down on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

"Jackie, I'm using the phone line. Is that all right?" He asked mum. She comes out of the kitchen holding two cups of tea.

"Yeah. Keep a count of it." She plonks a cup of tea down next to Mickey. "It's midnight. Christmas day." She walks over to me and sits down beside me. She hands me the other cup. I take it and sniff it, letting out a small chuckle. I look up at her with shining eyes.

"Peppermint." I whispered. She smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"Your favorite and it's sweeten with honey, just the way you like." I let out a choke sob at her kindness.

"I've been an awful daughter, sister, and friend. How can you even stand me, mum?" I asked her, my voice wavering as tears run down my face. She cups my face with her hands.

"Cause you're my child and I love you no matter what. And Jessa, I am so proud of you, never forget that." I nodded as she kissed my forehead. "Now drink your tea." I gave a small smile and did as I was told. After I finish my tea, I hand the cup back to mum. "Was there any change?" She asked me.

"He's worse. Just one heart beating." I told her. She sighs and takes the cup back to the kitchen.

"Scientists in charge of Britain's mission to Mars have re-established contact with Guinevere One space probe. They're expecting the first transmission from the planet's surface in the next few minutes." I turn my attention to the telly.

"Yes, we are. We're — we're back on schedule. We've received the signal from Guinevere One. The Mars landing would seem to be an unqualified success." A reporter raised his hand.

"But is it true that you completely lost contact earlier tonight?" He asked.

"Yes, we had a bit of a scare. Guinevere seemed to fall off the scope, but it — it was just a blip. Only disappeared for a few seconds. She's fin now, absolutely fine. We — we're getting the first pictures transmitted live any minute now. I'd better get back to it, thanks." He leaves the conference.

"Here we go, Pilot Fish." Mickey said as he stares at the laptop. I get up to look. "Scavengers, like the Doctor said. Harmless - they're tiny, but the point is, the little fish swim alongside the big fish."

"Like sharks?" I asked as we watched the video.

"Great big sharks. So, what the Doctor mean is, we had them . . . now we get that." The animation of a shark on the screen snaps viciously.

"Something's coming." I said, repeating what the Doctor told me. The TV goes slightly static. "How close?" I asked Mickey.

"There's no way of telling, but the Pilot Fish don't swim far from their daddy." There's a distorted image on the television screen.

"It's close, then." I stated. Rose and Mum come out of the kitchen watching the screen with Mickey and I.

"Funny sort of rocks." Mum said, referring to the image on the TV.

"That's not rocks." I told her as I looked at the screen. The image becomes clearer. I edge towards the TV, squinting at it.

"Coming live from the depths of space on Christmas morning." The image is thrown into clarity. It reveals an alien, which roars viciously at us.

"The bloody hell!" I shouted, jolting backwards in shock as the other gasp doing the same thing. I quickly turned off the TV as we stared at the blank screen. We all slowly went back to what we were doing, I sat down on the sofa. "What the hell was that thing?" I asked aloud.

"No idea, big sis." Rose said as she plopped down beside me. "You know about aliens the most."

"I know everything but that, little sis." I sassed with a bright grin causing her to laugh.

"Jessa, Rose." We turn our heads to Mickey. He motions to us to come over to him, we get off the sofa and walk over to him. "Take a look, I've got access to the military. They're tracking a spaceship. It's big, it's fast, and it's coming this way." We watch the screen that UNIT had. Rose turned to me.

"Coming for what, though? The Doctor?" She asked me.

"They could be, Rose but it could be coming for all of us." An image of four of those hellish looking aliens appear on the screen. They begin to speak but not in english, they were speaking alien.

"Have you seen them before?" Mickey asked me.

"No." I shook my head. I stared at the screen in frustration. I should have been understanding what these four aliens were talking about but I didn't know, Des wasn't translating for me. "I don't know what they're saying. The TARDIS isn't translating their language." I told them when they both looked to me.

"So, why isn't it doing it now?" Mickey questioned.

"It's the Doctor. He's part of the TARDIS and now he's . . . he's broken." I said quietly, lost and upset. They look at me. I left the room to go check on mum and the Doctor. I entered my room and halted in my spot by the doorway. Mum was asleep beside the Doctor, her head on a pillow she had put next to him. I watch the pair of them, leaning against the doorframe. Mickey shuffles up behind me and moves to stand beside me. I glance at him and then back to mum and the Doctor. "This is all my fault. If I didn't take in the TARDIS soul, he'd be awake. He'd still look like my Doctor." My voice shaking slightly.

"You really love him, don't you?" Mickey asked me with a defeated tone. I closed my eyes and sighed while Mickey pulled me into his arms. I stare at the wall forlornly in thought, 'Do I still love the Doctor?'. I glanced out the corner of my eyes at mum and the Doctor. He was the same Doctor just with a different face. My face set into a determine expression. I did love my Doctor but now I need to learn to love the new Doctor and that shouldn't be to hard, right? Mickey and I pulled back when we heard Sandra yelling outside the front door, we shared a confused look and pop our heads out the door.

"Sandra?" I asked her. She turned to me, still in her nighties and robe.

"He won't listen! He's just walking, he won't stop walking!" She turns back to Jason. "There's this sort of . . . light, thing. Jason? Stop it!" I take a few cautious steps forward, Mickey following after me. "Right now!" Mickey and I looked over the balcony. On the ground below, there were dozens of people walking with blue lights running over their heads. We quickly follow after Sandra and her husband. The people walked up the stairs to the roof not stoping until they were at the very edge of the roof. I looked all around watching as loved ones held the hypnotized victims back, trying to make them listen. "Jason, I'm taking to you! Just stop!" The hypnotized people stand and wait, as if they were waiting for a signal.

"What do we do?" Mickey asked me. I looked at him in remorse and then back to the people standing on the roof.

"Nothing. There's nothing we can do." I told him in despair. We rushed back to the flat to met mum and Rose watching the news. Moving to stand beside them, we watch Harriet.

"I would ask you all to remain calm. But I have one request: Doctor. If you're out there . . . we need you." Mum turns to look at me, but I don't look back at her. I stared at the screen, fighting back tears. "I don't know what to do. But if you can hear me, Doctor . . ." I turn away. This was all my fault, it was all my fault. "If anyone knows the Doctor, if anyone can find him . . . the situation had never been more desperate." I walk to my room to get away from the crushing guilt, silent tears running down my cheeks. "Help us. Please, Doctor. Help us." I lean against the doorframe, watching the Doctor's lifeless form. I move over to the bed and laid down next to him. I rest my head on his chest and wrap an arm around his stomach, sobbing now. I take great gulping breaths, the tears flooding down my cheeks.

"Doctor, wake up please." I cried. "You promised me forever, don't you remember?" I sit up slight and shake him softly. "Doctor, please!" I begged, my sobs getting louder, "If you can hear me, please wake up!" This time I wailed. Mum rushed into my room and pulled me into her arms. I start sobbing harder into her shoulder. She places a kiss on my forehead.

"It's all right . . ." She said gently and soothingly. "I'm sorry. . ." She whispered into my hair. At that moment, the windows smash, showering the floor with glass. The ground shakes violently. Mum helps me up and we join Rose and Mickey outside, staring upwards. We watched as a huge spaceship floats into view, obscuring the sun. It hovers right over central London. I stare up at it for a few more seconds, then run back into the flat. Running to my room, I start to untuck the Doctor while the others stand in the doorway.

"Mickey, we're gonna carry him." I throw the duvet off him. "Rose - get your stuff. Mum get some food. We're going."

"Well, were to?" Mickey asked as he moved over to help me.

"The TARDIS. It's the only safe place on Earth." I told them.

"What're we gonna do in there?" Rose questioned.

"Hide." I stated.

"Is that it?!" Mum exclaimed. I turned to her, frustrated.

"Mum - look in the sky. There's a huge arse alien invasion and — I don't know what to do, alright? I've travelled with him, and I've seen all that stuff but when I'm home, I'm useless. Now, as much as I hate it, all we can do is run and hide, and I'm sorry. Now, move." Rose and mum leave the room. I heave the Doctor up, taking his shoulders. Mickey takes his legs. "Oh, lift him." We carry the Doctor out of the front door with mum and Rose following us. They were struggling with several shopping bags. I rolled my eyes as mum drops a one and tries to pick it up again. We carry the Doctor towards the TARDIS, with mum dropping another bag. We carry him through the doors, starting to pant slightly with the effort. Rose and mum hurriedly follows us. Mum pauses for a moment, looking around before coming in completely.

"No chance you could fly this thing?" Mickey panted.

"No." I shook my head.

"Well, you did it before . . ." He trailed off.

"I know, but the TARDIS . . . She's not working." I muttered. We place the Doctor down on the floor.

"Ah, so what do we do? Just sit here?" He asked.

"That's as good as it gets." I said, crossing my arms showing how frustrated I was.

"Right, here we go. Nice cup of tea." Mum said as she takes out a thermal flask.

"The solution to everything." I grumbled.

"Now, stop your moaning. I'll get the rest of the rood." She leaves the TARDIS. I lean against the console and look down at the Doctor.

"Tea. Like we're having a picnic while the world comes to an end. Very British." I don't answer, even when Rose puts an comforting hand on my shoulder. "How does this thing work? It picks up TV, maybe we could see what's going on out there. Maybe we've surrendered." He presses a few buttons. "What do you do to it?" I walked over to him, pushing his hands away from the controls.

"Quit pressing buttons!" I scolded him. Rose begins to press some buttons too. "Rose!" Suddenly a beeping sounds from the computer. I stared at it confused.

"Maybe it's a distress signal." I rolled my eyes at Mickey.

"Fat lot of good that's gonna do." Rose turned to me with her hands on her hips.

"Are you gonna be a misery all the time?" She asked.

"Yes." I told my sister. Mickey turned to us.

"You should look at it from my point of view - stuck in here with your mum's cooking." He shuddered. I looked around remembering that mum hadn't return yet.

"Where is she?" Mickey and Rose shrugged. I sighed and jump to my feet. "I'd better go and give her a hand. Come on, Rose, before it starts raining missiles." She groans but follows after me.

"Tell her anything from a tin, that's fine." Mickey called after us.

"Why don't you tell her yourself?" Rose asked him.

"I'm that that brave." I paused with my hand on the door handle and turn back to him.

"Oh, I don't know. . ." I smile at him and open the door, letting Rose out first. Mickey smiles back. Just as we step outside the door, we're grabbed by one of the aliens. Rose lets out a scream.

"Get off! Get off me!" Rose shouts at the aliens. I struggle against my own, I look up as Mickey runs out of the TARDIS doors, staring around at our surroundings with amazement.

"The door! Close the door!" I yelled to him. Mickey dashes to the door and slams it shut before he's grabbed by a alien. The leader yells with glee, and the onlookers cheer. Harriet stumbles towards me.

"Jessa." We embraced each other, terrified. "Jessa! I've got you. My Lord. My precious thing. The Doctor . . . is he with you?" I looked at her for a moment.

"No. We're on our own." I told her with a shaky voice. Harriet begins to whisper to me on what's been going on so far. The aliens were named Sycorax and Alex, the young man beside her could translate what they were saying. The Sycorax Leader points at me and addresses me angrily.

"The brown girl. She has the clever blue box. Therefore, she speaks for your planet." Alex translated for us.

"But she can't." Harriet said.

"Yes, I can." I said quietly, not taking my eyes off the Sycorax leader.

"Don't you dare." Rose cried.

"Someone has to." I stated to her. Harriet grabs me.

"They'll kill you." I shake her off.

"That never stopped him." I take a few steps towards the Sycorax leader. The surrounding Sycorax all mutter excitedly. "I address the Sycorax under peaceful contract. According to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation." The Sycorax leader begins to stride towards me, I raise my chin and stare at him with strength. "I command you to leave this world in peace. They've have only just learnt of alien kind and are still learning, so I ask that you please go before things turn from your favor." There was a few seconds of stunned silence, and then all of the Sycorax burst out laughing. I glance around in slight fear. The Sycorax leader begins to speak again.

"You are very, very funny." Alex translated. The leader speaks more angrily. "And now you're going to die."

"Leaver her alone!" Harriet lurched forward.

"Don't touch her!" Mickey also lurched forward.

"Jessa!" Rose sobbed. They were all restrained by the Sycorax. The leader continues to speak to me, circling around me.

"Did you think you were clever with your stolen words?" He raises his arms into the air, speaking passionately. "We are the Sycorax. We astride the darkness."

"I thought I was pretty clever." I shrugged with sass. The Sycorax leader hisses at me, causing me to flinch back.

"Next to us you are but a wailing child. If you are the best your planet can offer as a champion . . ."

"Then your world will be gutted . . ." I looked up in shock.

". . . then your world will be gutted . . ." Alex repeated.

". . . and your people enslaved." He was talking in English, I look to the others.

". . . and your people enslaved." Alex looks up. "Hold on, that's English."

"He's talking English." Harriet repeated. I turn back to the alien leader.

"You're talking English." I told him.

"I would never dirty my tongue with your primitive bile!" I point at him.

"That's English." I turn to the others. "Can you hear English?" I asked them. They all nod.

"Yeah, that's English." Mickey replied.

"Definitely English." Alex agreed.

"I speak only Sycoraxic!" He exclaimed, angrily.

"If we can hear English then it's being translated. Which means the TARDIS is working. And that means . . ." I slowly turn around to look at the TARDIS. Mickey, Rose, and Harriet follow suit. The doors open and there, standing smiling in his stripy pyjamas and blue dressing gown, was the Doctor.

"Did you miss me?" He asked. I smile in delight. The Sycorax leader roars in fury and lashes his whip at the Doctor, who simply catches the end and pulls it away from him. He discards it. "You could have someone's eye out with that!" The Sycorax leader roars again and tries to attack the Doctor with his staff, but the Doctor snatches it off him and snaps it over his knee. He chucks the broken pieces on the floor. "You just can't get the staff. Now, you, just wait. I'm busy." I giggle as the leader stares at him, incredulously. The Doctor points at him warningly, then goes over to Mickey and Rose.

"Mickey! Rose! Hello!" He turns to Harriet. "And Harriet Jones MP for Flydale North! Blimey, it's like 'This Is Your Life'!" He turns to me, beaming. "Tea! That's all I needed! A good cup of tea! Superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for healing the synapses . . ." He looked at me serious, lowering his voice. "Now . . . first thing's first . . . be honest. How do I look?" I stared at him for a moment, he didn't remember my freak out when he first changed. I swallowed and gave him a light smile.

"Different." I said simply.

"Good different or bad different?" He questioned.

"Just different." I shrugged.

"Am I . . . ginger?" He asked me deadly serious. I almost burst out laughing. I looked him straight in the eyes with a bright smile.

"No, you're brown." He turns away, put out.

"Aww, I wanted to be ginger. I've never been ginger." He turns back, pointing at me violently. "And you, Jessamine Tyler, fat lot of good you were - you gave up on me —" I jolted back in shock at his rudeness, but he was right, I did give up on him. "Oh, that's rude. That's the sort of man I am now, am I? Rude." He ponders this. "Rude and not ginger." I bit my lip to stop my smile from showing.

"I'm sorry - who is this?" Harriet asked.

"I'm the Doctor." He told her.

"He's the Doctor." I nodded in agreement.

"But what happened to my Doctor? Or is it a title that's just passed on?" She questioned.

"I'm him. I'm literally him. Same man, new face - well, new everything." He walks towards her.

"But you can't be." Her brow furrowed.

"Harriet Jones. We were trapped in Downing Street, and the one thing that scared you wasn't the aliens . . . wasn't the war . . . it was the thought of your mother being on her own." He said.

"Oh, my God." She whispered.

"Did you win the election?" He asked, bending down slightly.

"Landslide majority." She said smiling, rather pleased.

"If I might interrupt!" We all spin around, having forgotten him.

"Yes! Sorry! Hello, big fella!" The Doctor cheered.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked the Doctor.

"Well. That's the question." the Doctor gave a fixed grin.

"I demand to know who you are!" The leader yelled.

"I DON"T KNOW!" the Doctor imitated the Sycorax's rough voice then relaxed. "See, there's the thing. I'm the Doctor, but beyond that, I — I just don't know. I literally do not know who I am. It's all untested." He walked around, addressing everyone. "Am I funny? Am I sarcastic?" He looks at me, "Sexy?" He winks cheekily, I blush lightly and gave a shy smile. "Right old misery? Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor? A liar? A nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence, I've certainly got a gob." He notices a button. "And how am I gonna react when I see this?" He points up at the button with an insane smile. "A great big threatening button." He runs up the stairs, laughing.

"A Great Big Threatening Button Which Must Not Be Pressed Under Any Circumstances. Am I right? Let me guess, it's some sort of control matrix? Hmm? Hold on, what's feeding it?" He bends down and pulls open a small door in order to access the controls underneath the button. "And what've we got here? Blood?" He dips his finger in it and tastes it. I shut my eyes and groan in disgust. "Yeah, definitely. Blood. Human blood. A Positive. With just a dash of iron." He waggles his tongue around at the nasty taste and wipes his finger on his dressing gown. "Ahh. But that means . . . blood control —" He cheers, positively delighted. "Blood control! Oh! I haven't seen blood control for years! You're controlling all the A Positives!" The Sycorax's grimace faltered slightly.

"Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem. 'Cos . . . I really don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a Great Big Threatening Button Which Should Never Ever Be Pressed . . . then I just wanna do this." He whacks the button hard.

"No!" Harriet and I shouted in unison. We all stared at the Doctor in shock.

"You killed them!" Alex yelled.

"What do you think, big fella? Are they dead?" He asked the Sycorax.

"We allow them to live." He said bitterly.

"Allow? You've no choice! I mean, that's all blood control is. Cheap bit of voodoo. Scares the pants off you, but that's as far as it goes. It's like hypnosis — you can hypnotize someone to walk like a chicken or sing like elvis, you can't hypnotize them to death. Survival instinct's too strong." The Doctor explained.

"Blood control was just one form of conquest. I can summon the armada and take this world by force." He told us.

"Well, yeah, you could, yeah, you could do that - of course you could. But why? Look at these people." He gestures at us, speaking passionately. "These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet and blinking step into the sun. There is more to see than can ever be seen." I stared at the Doctor in amusement. He was quoting The Lion King. "More to do than — no, hold on . . ." He pauses, thinking. "Sorry, that's 'The Lion King'. But the point still stands. Leave them alone!"

"Or what?" The leader questioned.

"Or . . ." The Doctor trails off and grabs a sword from one of the Sycorax guarding me and the others. He runs down the steps into the empty floor space in front of the TARDIS and raises it into the air. "I challenge you." The Sycorax leader and the other Sycorax burst out laughing again. "Oh, that struck a chord. Am I right that the sanctified rules of combat still apply?"

"You stand at this world's champion." The leader said as he came down the steps and unsheathing his sword.

"Thank you. I've no idea who I am, but you just summed me up." The Doctor shrugs off his dressing gown. He tosses his dressing grown to me, I catch it. "So — you accept my challenge? Or are you just a cranak pel casacree salvak?" The Sycorax leader hisses. They both kneel by their swords.

"For the planet?" the leader asked.

"For the planet." The Doctor agreed. They stand up and face each other, holding their swords at the ready. They then run at each other and begin to fight. After a few seconds, the Doctor is thrown aside, and the Sycorax Leader laughs. The Doctor, however, straightens himself up and they begin to fight again. The Sycorax Leader swings his sword at the Doctor.

"Look out!" Rose shouts out to the Doctor.

"Oh, yeah, that helped. Wouldn't have thought of that otherwise, thanks." They begin to fight again. I watched them, terrified. The Doctor leads the fight up the stairs. "Bit of fresh air?" He hits a button and a door opens, leading to a platform on the outside of the spaceship. They continue their fight. We and a few of the Sycorax follow them. The swash-buckling continues. The Sycorax leader manages to catch the Doctor slightly on his nose, and he groans. I begin to run forward, but the Doctor raises a hand to stop me. "Stay back! Invalidate the challenge and he wins the planet."

He wipes his nose, and he and the Sycorax leader run towards each other, clashing swords. They both grimace with the effort, and the Doctor is knocked backwards to the ground. Taking advantage, the Sycorax leader slashes at the Doctor's wrist, succeeding in chopping his hand off, up to the elbow. It falls off the side of the spaceship, sword and all.

"Doctor!" I exclaimed in horror. The Doctor watches it drop, and looks back at the Sycorax leader, looking rather stunned and annoyed.

"You cut my hand off." He stated.

"YAH! Sycorax!" The leader yelled, triumphantly. The Doctor gets back up on his feet.

"And now I know what sort of man I am. I'm lucky. 'Cos quite by chance . . . I'm still within the first fifteen hours of my regeneration cycle. Which means I've got just enough residual cellular energy . . . to do this." He holds up his stump of an arm, and before our eyes, it grows right back.

"Witchcraft." The leader hissed.

"Time Lord." I take one of the Sycorax's swords out of its sheath.

"Doctor!" He turns and I toss it to him. He catches it by the handle and spins it around.

"Oh, so I'm still the Doctor, then?" He asked me.

"Always." I smiled to him. He returns the smile ten fold and turns back to the Sycorax leader.

"Wanna know the best bit? This new hand . . . It's a fightin' hand!" He said in a mock Texan accent. The Doctor runs at the Sycorax Leader, and the fight commences once more. They clash swords for a few more moments, then the Doctor jabs him hard in stomach with the handle of the sword. The onlookers wince, and the Sycorax Leader groans. The Doctor does the same twice more, causing the Sycorax Leader to fall to the ground. The Doctor points his sword at his throat. "I win."

"Then kill me." The leader said with difficulty.

"I'll spare your life if you'll take this champion's command: leave this planet, and never return. What do you say?" The Doctor asked him.

"Yes." I watched as he got angry and serious as I have yet to seen from him, reminding me of the old Doctor.

"Swear on the blood of your species." He jabbed the sword closer.

"I swear." He laboured.

"There we are, then! Thanks for that! Cheers, big fella!" The Doctor said lightly. He jabs the sword into the ground.

"Bravo!" Harriet cheered while clapping. I rushed forward and grab onto the Doctor in a tight hug. He hugs me just as tight, I look up at him with shining eyes.

"That says it all." I whispered. He smiled at me and gives me another squeeze. We pulled away and looked to the others.

"Yeah! Not bad for a man in his jim-jams!" I help put the dressing gown back on him. "Very Arthur Dent. Now, there was a nice man. Hold on, what have I got in here?" He takes a satsuma out of his pocket, showing it to me. I let out some giggles. "A satsuma. Ah, that friend of your mothers - he does like his snacks doesn't he? But doesn't that just sum up Christmas?" We begin to walk back to the door. The Doctor throws the satsuma in the air and catches it again.

"You go through all those presents and right at the end, tucked away at the bottom, there's always one stupid old satsuma. Who wants a satsuma." Behind us, the Sycorax Leader gets to his feet. He picks up his sword, roaring, ready to charge. Without even turning around, the Doctor lobs the satsuma at a switch on the side of the ship, causing the ground beneath the Sycorax Leader to open. He tumbles to Earth, screaming. The Doctor's smile has faded from his face. I let out a soft gasp at the sudden death that violently flashed across my list.

"No second chances. I'm that sort of a man." I look up at the Doctor from the corner of my eye and he gives me a apologetic look. I knew what he was apologizing for and I gave him a small smile in acceptance to his apology. He gives me a bright smile and takes my hand in his. I tensed up a bit but kept the smile on my lips as we walk to the TARDIS. The Doctor turns and addresses the remaining Sycorax.

"By the ancient rites of combat, I forbid you to scavenge here for the rest of time. And when you go back to the stars and tell others of this planet . . . when you tell them of its riches - its people - its potential. When you talk of the Earth, then make sure that you tell them this: It — is — defeated." We all enter the TARDIS and teleport away. When we materialize, we all step out and look around.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"We're just off Bloxom Road. We're just round the corner, we did it!" Mickey laughs and jumps up and down in glee with Rose soon following. The Doctor holds his hand out as the spaceships engines starts up.

"Wait a minute . . . wait a minute . . ." The ship takes flight, back to the skies. The Doctor grins.

"Go on, my son! Oh, yeah!" Mickey cheered gleefully. I bursted out laughing at him and my sister as she jumps on his back.

"Yeah! Don't come back!" Rose cheered.

"It is defended!" They laugh happily, and Rose jumps off his back and hugs him. She then runs up to a very surprised Alex, and throws her arms around him as well. I smile brightly as Mickey embraces me and swings me around, as we laughed. He put me down and I went over to the Doctor and Harriet. I watch as they face each other. She raises her arms, grinning.

"My Doctor." Harriet said.

"Prime Minister." I smile softly as they hug, happily.

"Absolutely the same man." The Doctor smiles and takes my hand in his again when I stopped beside him. We turn to look up at the sky. "Are there many more out there?" She asked him.

"Oh, not just Sycorax. Hundreds of species. Thousands of them. And the human race is drawing attention to itself. Every day you're sending out probes and messages and signals — this planet's so noisy. You're getting noticed . . . more and more." He looks at Harriet. "You'd better get used to it."

"Rose! Jessa!" We all turn to the entrance of the street to see mum running toward us.

"Mum!" Rose and I shouted together as we ran to her.

"Oh! Talking of trouble . . .!" The Doctor teased. Rose and I elope mum into a big hug.

"Oh, my God! You did it, Jessa! Oh!" The Doctor smiles while Mickey joins us. I turned to him and then to mum.

"No, you did it. It was the tea." I said, looking proudly at my mum.

"That was all I needed — cup o' tea." The Doctor told her.

"I said so!" We all laughed.

"Look at him." I said, smiling happily at the Doctor.

"Is it him, though? Is it really the Doctor?" She turned and noticed Harriet. "Oh, my God! It's the bleeding Prime Minister!"

"Come here, you." The Doctor said to mum. He holds out his arms to her, she throws her arms around him. Rose, Mickey and I join in the group hug.

"Aww. . .! Are you better?" Mum asked him.

"I am, yeah!" He replies to her. The five of us chat happily amongst ourselves, forgetting about Alex and Harriet. Mum turned to me with her hands on her hips.

"You left me!" I raised my hands in mock surrender.

"I'm sorry!" I bite back chuckles.

"I had all the food!" The Doctor turns and gives Harriet a brief smile and turned back to me. He gave me a bright happy smile which I returned, until it slowly faded and my vision went hazy.

"Jessamine?" I heard the Doctor asked. My knees buckled sending me to the ground. The Doctor quickly catches me. I let out a painful moan as name upon name begins to fill my list. Everyone jumps as a beam of green light shoots loudly up from the ground nearby. The same green light beams up from another four points, and the five points meet in the middle. The energy shoots up into space and hits the spaceships, destroying it. I let out a loud scream as names cram themselves onto the list too much to fast.

"What is that? What's happening?" Rose gasped. I begin to sob in pain as the Doctor holds onto me, tightly. I look up at him with tear filled eyes as they poured down my cheeks in rivers.

"It . . . hurts . . . Doctor." I choked out. He shushes me and hands me over to my mum. She pets my hair as she holds me to her chest. I watch through my tear clouded eyes as the Doctor slowly walks over to Harriet.

"That was murder." He said, angrily.

"That was defence. It's adapted from alien technology. A ship that fell to Earth ten years ago." She told him.

"But they were leaving." He replied still angry.

"You said yourself, Doctor. They'd go back to the stars and tell others about Earth. I'm sorry, Doctor, but you're not here all the time. You come and go. It happened today - Mr. Lleyllyn and the Major. They were murdered. They died right in front of me while you were sleeping. In which case — we have to defend ourselves." Harriet argued.

"Britain's Golden Age." The Doctor said, disdainfully.

"It comes with a price." She said.

"I gave them the wrong warning. I should've told them to run - as fast as they can, run and hide because the monsters are coming: the human race." He bites out. I weakly struggle to get out of my mum's hold but she just shushes me.

"Those are the people I represent. I did it on their behalf." I let out another cry of pain, causing the Doctor to glance at me. He looked back to Harriet with a scowl.

"Then I should've stopped you." He grounded out.

"What does that make you, Doctor? Another alien threat?" She asked him.

"Don't challenge me, Harriet Jones. 'Cos I'm a completely new man. I could bring down your Government with a single word." He steps towards her angrily.

"You're the most remarkable man I've ever met. But I don't think you're quite capable of that." Harriet told him.

"No, you're right. Not a single word." He looks down at her silently for a few seconds. "Just six."

"I don't think so." She argued with him.

"Six words." He repeated.

"Stop it!" She exclaimed, angrily.

"Six." They stared at each other for a few more seconds, a battle of wills. Then the Doctor walks around her and approaches Alex. He takes off his earpiece and speaks to him quietly. He walks off again, leaving Alex looking rather confused, and Harriet plain alarmed. He quickly join us again and turns to mum. "I got her." She nodded and gently passes me into the Doctor's arms.

"Doctor?" I asked him, tiredly still in intense pain. He walks down the street carrying me bridle style and looks down at me with warm, gentle, chocolate brown eyes.

"Shhh, go to sleep." I nodded and shut my eyes, going to sleep instantly. When I wake, I'm in a bed. I glance around I was in my room on the TARDIS. I sit up and stretch, I ran a hand through my hair before pausing. I jump out of bed and run to my mirror hanging on the closet door. My hair was now below my shoulder blazes, my side cut was gone and replace with slightly wavy russet hair. I stared in shock for a few moments then turned to the clothes I was wearing still. I looked back up to the mirror, the clothes and hair style didn't really fit with each other and I didn't feel like cutting my hair for some strange reason. I walked into my closet in search of a new outfit. Flicking through the shirts, I pulled out a flowy TARDIS blue button up then pulled out a pair of light grey turned up skinny jeans. I got dress and just as I was about to pull on my boots and leather jacket, a pair of black high top converse and a beige trench coat caught my eye. I pick up the shoes and coat, putting them on quickly. I head out of my room, only stopping to grab a bobble from my desk. I put my hair up into a ponytail as I made my way to the flat. I enter without knocking and shut the door behind me.

"Jessa?" I looked up at mum's question.

"Yeah?" I asked. She rushes over to me and cups my face with her hands.

"You look completely different!" She exclaimed with a smile. "I like this look much better then the last one." I chuckled slightly at her. "Are you feeling better? You gave us quite the scare, young lady." I removed her hands from my face and held them in my hands.

"I've never felt better, mum." I turn to the Doctor. "But I have to say, I never want to go through something like that again." He grimaced and nodded in agreement. Mum went back to the kitchen as the Doctor walked over to me. I look up at him and smile. He smiles back before letting out a deep chuckle. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"We match." I look down at our clothes and laughed. We did match but then I thought back to our other selves. We had matched then too.

"We make quite the pair." I said to him. He held out his hand to me.

"That we do." I took his hand and he walked me over to the table. We all sat down and began to eat and pop Christmas crackers with each other. The Doctor grabs one and holds it out to me. I smiled and grab the other side, pulling. I let out a soft squeal as our cracker bangs. The Doctor wins but he gives me the prize. "Oh, that's yours . . ." I take the blue hat from him.

"It's blue! Doctor, it should be yours!" I teased him.

"Blue! Lovely!" I put the hat on, and the Doctor watches me, smiling. I catch sight of the telly and point to it.

"Look, it's Harriet." I whispered. They all turn to look at the television, the Doctor taking a pair of glasses from his pocket. "When did you get glasses?" I asked him, confused. He just sent me a smirk.

"Prime Minister, is is true you are no longer fit to be in position?" A man asked Harriet.

"No. Now, can we talk about other things?" She asked. The Doctor stands up and puts on the pair of thick rimmed, geeky glasses on, looking sternly at the television.

"Is it true you're unfit for office?"

"Look, there is nothing wrong with my health! I don't know where these stories are coming from! And a vote of no confidence . . . is completely unjustified." The phone rings and mum goes into the kitchen to answer it.

"Are you going to resign?"

"On today of all days, I'm fine. Look at me, I'm fine. I look fine, I feel fine." She stated clearly confused and frustrated.

"It's Beth. She says go and look outside." Mum told us. The Doctor takes his glasses off and turns back to the rest of us.

"Why?" I asked.

"I dunno, just go outside and look. Come on, shift!" We all get up. There are lots of others outside too, as it appears to be snowing. They laugh in delight. It looks as though there are meteors in the sky. The Doctor and I stand beside each other, mum, Rose, and Mickey a short way behind us. I look up at the sky in sorrow.

"This isn't snow, is it Doctor?" I asked him, softly. He turned to me and shook his head.

"No, it's ash. The spaceship is breaking up in the atmosphere. This is a brand new planet Earth. No denying the existence of aliens now - everyone saw it. Everything's new." I avoid his eyes.

"What about you? What are you going to do next?" I asked him.

"Well . . . back to the TARDIS . . . same old life." I glanced at him.

"On your own?" I questioned him, wanting to know if he still wanted me around after everything I did. He turned to me with a soft frown.

"Why, don't you wanna come?" He asked me.

"I do." I said after a shaky breath.

"Do you, though?" I look up at him.

"Yes." I told him, honest. He glanced away for a moment before looking at me, shyly.

"I just thought . . . 'cos I change . . ." I bit my lip.

"At first, Doctor, but then later on . . . I thought you wouldn't want me after everything." I looked away from him, feeling my eyes prickle with tears. "This was all my fault, you changing and your slight coma. It was my fault and I thought you would think I was just like the others." I looked up at him with teary eyes. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

"Oh, Jessamine." He whispered. "Don't you remember? We promised each other forever. And I will always want you to come." I let out a choke laugh.

"Okay." We laughed, beaming at each other.

"You're never gonna stay, are you?" The Doctor and I look at Mickey. Mickey raises his eyes from the ground.

"There's just so much out there. So much to see . . . I've got to." I told him. He smiles, understanding but still not happy.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Well, I reckon you're mad. The pair of you. It's like you go looking for trouble." The Doctor and I laugh, mum had no idea how true that statement was. The Doctor rushes up to her.

"Trouble's just the bits in-between." He puts an arm around her, looking up at the sky. "It's all waiting out there, Jackie. It's brand new to me." I smile at them. "All those planets . . . creatures and horizons . . . I haven't seem them yet! Not with these eyes . . ." He comes back to stand beside me. I look up at him, our gazes connecting. "And it is gonna be . . . fantastic." I beam brightly at the use of his old catchphrase and he grins back. He holds his hand out to me. I point at it, smiling still.

"That hand of yours still gives me the creeps." The Doctor grins and wiggles his fingers persistently. I laugh and take his hand, we look up at the sky for a few moments. I step closer to him and brush the ash off his arm. "So, where're we going first?"

"Um . . . that way." He points deliberately at a point in the night sky. "No, hold on . . . that way." He points a smidgen to the right of his first point. I point in the same direction.

"That way?" I asked. He looks at me.

"Hmm?" I nod.

"Yeah. That way." I said softly. We smile at each other for a few seconds and then gaze up at the night-sky, hand in hand. We stood there in peaceful quiet until mum stormed out of the flat and looked at us from the balcony.

"Jessamine Rose Tyler!" I glanced up at her in slight fear.

"Yes, mummy dearest?" I asked in a innocent tone to try to get out of whatever trouble I was in.

"Don't 'mummy dearest' me, young lady!" The Doctor sniggered beside me, so I elbowed him in the side with a pout. "You have a lot of explaining to do about how you blew that tree up with that twig!" My eyes widen in shock as I remember that incident.

"Damnit." I cursed softly.

"You two get up here, right now!" The Doctor and I glanced at each other then back to mum.

"Yes, ma'am!" We hurried back up the stairs to the flat, following after my upset mother.