Disclaimer: I don't own anything that I've written. Yep, that's right, I own not even one iota of the below work.

Summary: Able is an actual doctor, and so, so much more. We all know 'The Doctor' does have a pendent for running into impossible things - and if Able was anything, he was an impossible thing. (A twist on the usual OC and The Doctor formula has original ideas and later on, canon divergence. M/M)

Warnings: This is a Doctor Who fic, so I doubt any of the readers will turn down reading this just because it's slash. After all, we have the canon Jack Harkness. (Who deserves a warning all on his own.) Canon typical violence, language, and later on there will probably be more explicit sexual content.

Authour Note: I came up with a little twister on the OC and The Doctor fanfiction. It is, to my knowledge, an original idea for the OC, and thus, the OC isn't, and won't ever be, a Time Lord. (How over-used is that idea?) There will be a more in-depth look at just what Able is farther into the story, and his character will be much more flushed out. I will also be making an attempt not to just have Able say the same things that Rose will/does. I originally published a similar story but deleted it, mostly because I rethought having my OC being part of the main characters family.

My OC isn't going to be Time Lord smart! Please keep this in mind. (Human genius level only unless in regard to Time stuff, which he is better at, but STILL not Time Lord level.)

Edit 4/10/2017: I've added together the first and second chapters which used to be two different entities.

Chapter One: Nestene Consciousness

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There was a lot of energy in the Cardiff Space-Time Rift usually this wasn't a problem. There was a typical customer to absorb that energy to refuel, but it wasn't enough. The Doctor wasn't taking as much energy as the Rift needed to be rid of, and the Rift had held off for as long as they could, before finally they made a rather executive decision.

A child born on the Rift, embedded with a certain amount of potential.

The Rift started to push their energy into the child whenever the potential rupture started once again. It stopped the problem from expanding exponentially, and the effect that it had on the 'child' was great.

The future the child was put on from that moment onward was not quite as amazing.

Since the moment the Rift had placed their energy into the child, they knew what would happen. A fixed point in time was created, and there was no getting away from it. Every moment spent connected with the child led the Rift to more consciousness of itself – Eventually the Rift became nearly completely sentient. They grew to care about the child, which is why they felt so bad about what they knew they were going to have to do.

The effect on the child was slow to actually express itself.

It first started with the early development of speech and motor skills, nothing spectacular, and the times were similar to that of usual early bloomers.

Then, when the child was told enough to understand it's name was Able, he started to feel a presence in the back of his mind all the time, a sort of constant companion.

Throughout all of Able's schooling, he learned quicker than usual kids that were around him. He skipped a few grades, consequently enough. Eventually somewhere around the age thirteen, the Rift had gained enough sentience to actually speak with Able in his mind, and Able gained something that was equivalent to a parent.

He learned a lot of time and space because of the Rift – Things that scientists wouldn't discover for hundreds of thousands of years. Stuff that Able himself could barely understand – But that lack of understanding pushed Able forward.

He eventually became a Doctor of Theoretical Physics and graduated college with top honours.

So there were some facts, but how was Able as a person? What was his social, or his family life like?

His parents didn't like the fact that their kid was getting smart as them so quickly, they were jealous of the intelligence that their child possessed. They gave Able away, tore away his last name and left him to an orphanage. As for a social life, Able dated in High School, or the British equivalent for it, one Rose Tyler. Eventually they decided to part ways rather amicably, stayed best friends, and Able took that time to 'experiment'. After that, he didn't have a solid partner in his life other than the Rift and his best friend.

Able just honestly didn't think he needed another relationship. He wasn't lonely, he had the Rift in his mind constantly.

So he went about his life – There was a list to what he did every day, and that schedule was something that Able had come to find a good deal of comfort in, if not for the fact he did find it quite boring at times.

Get ready for work.

Go to work. (This included going into the University that he worked at and doing research and proofing. Most of Able's research was in Dynamics, as he already had a grasp of Time and Space that couldn't be used in this time frame.)

Go to lunch, usually with Rose and her boyfriend, Mickey.

Go back to work for another few hours.

Use free time to watch some Netflix, either that, or if Able was searching for a little something more... Physical he would go to the club.

Then he went to sleep.

This was how he usually spent his days, rinse and repeat. Rarely was there a deviation to the usual routin, and like stated before, it was boring, but safe. Chance's aren't something that can be predicted though, so when his friend's work got blown up the day before, Able made the decision to deviate from his usual.

He went to Rose Tyler's place to hang out with her for the day.

Getting ready, Able grabbed some grey sweatpants that stopped just below his knees, a black tang top, and some black converse. He also attached his black watch, and placed his wide rimmed glasses on, which didn't hide the appearance of his grey-blue eyes at all. Just before he hit the door, he ran a quick comb through his curly ginger hair and started to jog toward the Tyler residence.

Knocking on the door, it immediately opened and Able was met with the sight of his ex-girlfriend. She was still in her PJ's, which made sense, considering she no longer had a job.

"Hello, Lover." Able spoke, giving the blonde a teasing smile.

The smile he got in return was much more genuine, "Get in here! It's been way too long since we just hung out."

"As though I wouldn't come by after hearing my best friend was seconds away from death." Able commented as he entered the threshold and both of them moved toward the living room couches, "Which reminds me, how are you? I know you said you didn't get hurt, but, you emotionally together?"

"Takes more than a little explosion to shake me." Rose said with a little pout in her voice, pretty done with people treating her like she is glass.

"Oh yes, it does take more than a little explosion to shake you. Good thing I wasn't asking about a little explosion then." Able pointed out rather logically, having seen the news speak about the explosion and surely enough, that wasn't small by any means.

"You worry too much, I was out of the building when it happened. Didn't even get a scratch... Although some weird things happened before I left." Rose mentioned, seeming a little hyped for Able to inquire.

Able wasn't one to disappoint.

"Alright Lover, give me the whole story."

Rose went through the whole series of events, as impossible as they might seem. She seemed rather abstinent on the fact it was some kind of prank, despite the fact that nobodies were found, even inside of creepy mannequins. Then she went on to talk about 'The Doctor' which was interesting. The Rift in the back of Able's mind seemed to perk up at the name, leaving the ginger to wonder if perhaps this Doctor was an alien of some type that passed through the Rift. Able knew that it happened sometimes, but the Rift didn't seem all that worried, so neither was Able.

"Well, you certainly had an interesting day." Able spoke, accepting everything he was told as fact.

He got a look of disbelief from Rose, who could hardly believe what had happened herself – and she had been there!

Before the blonde could question though, there was a ringing at the door bell.

"I'll go get that, you stay here." Rose spoke, knowing that her friend had a habit of wondering off when something caught his curiosity.

Able just rose his hands and gave the blonde an innocent look, which she didn't believe for a moment, and jokingly made the 'I'm watching you' movement, bringing two fingers up to her eyes, before lining them up with Able's.

She left after that, Able swung his feet up onto the couch and laid himself down, resting his head on the armrest as a pillow, and the other arm rest to place his feet. Five seconds later, he was bored, but he'd been dealing with his ADD all his life, the boredom was just something he learned to ignore.

"Oh no you don't! Inside! Now!" Able heard his friend exclaim, and looked toward the hallway to the front door in curiosity, swinging himself off the couch and toward the doorway.

Rounding the corner, Able was treated to the sight of Rose practically dragging in a man with rather tanned skin, short dark hair, and grey-blue eyes that were similar to Able's own. He wore a black leather coat, black trousers, and a black v-neck shirt. His ears and nose were disproportionate on his face, but that just added a uniqueness to him, and didn't really detracted from his attractiveness.

"Rose~ You didn't tell me you finally got rid of Mickey for someone vastly more attractive! Good on you, Lover, I've been telling you for years." Able teased, leaning up against the wall.

Rose shot her friend a slightly dirty look, but found some comedic value in the words, so let it slide with an almost unheard chuckle, "This is the guy from yesterday, you know, the one I was just telling you about. Look out and make sure he doesn't make a run for it, I'm going to go get us refreshments."

First thing was first, get the man out of Jackie Tyler's sight before she got any bright ideas.

"Come on then, let's go to the living room." Able said, motioning behind him before walking off, expecting 'The Doctor' to follow him.

The ginger plopped down onto the couch as though he owned the place, turning his rested head toward 'The Doctor' as he started to walk around the room, messing around in all the stuff. Able didn't really care enough to stop him, knowing that Rose wouldn't mind much, there wasn't anything personal about in this room.

"So, Rose told me you blew up a building, got a reason for that?" Curiosity getting the better of Able.

"Yep." The man replied, but then didn't expand upon.

"Could you tell me?"

"Nope." He said, a smile stretching across his face.

Well, wasn't that infuriating? Able thought to himself, a wearily smiling flashing across his face as he watched the man. Previously he thought 'The Doctor' might be an alien, considering the Rifts attention and feelings toward him, as the thought occurred, there was another hum from the Rift, giving a certain positive feeling that meant Able was spot on.

The hum sent the man looking around the room in curiosity, Able could feel his eyes widen slightly at that, before he forced the reaction down.

He certainly wouldn't be explaining the connection he had with the Rift to someone that he didn't know. Best not to let the seemingly observant man catch on.

Before Able could inquire more, Rose interrupted, calling out from the other room, "How do you take your coffee?"

"Just milk, thanks!" He called back, returning to his searching of the room.

He started to flick through a stray magazine, and Able took this chance to question the man again, "So, what's your name?"

"Your 'Lover' didn't tell you?" He raised an eyebrow before looking back at the magazine, "I'm The Doctor."

"Well, Doctor, I'm 'The Able', pleased to meet you." The physicist teasingly mocked the man's way of introduction.

The man just smiled, "Nice to meet you." The page flipping stopped for second, "Oh, that won't last long, he's gay and she's an alien."

"You can tell he's gay by just looking at a picture? Impressive gaydar. Much experience?" The last part added on with an almost flirting tone.

"Wouldn't you like to know." The Doctor shot back, showing a quick wit, "I'm here for a plastic arm that I pulled off one of the mannequins yesterday. Got a signal off it, might still be active."

Able couldn't recall any plastic arms around. Rose hadn't mentioned on in her explanation either, but knowing that this had extra-terrestrial origins, he knew better than to just take The Doctor's words for granted, and stood up, and started to look around, "Can't have a stray moving mannequin arm just wondering around – Can we?"

The Doctor looked at the ginger with a raised eyebrow as the scientist started his search, wondering why he just accepted the words that had been spoken, but The Doctor also knew better than to waste time, and restarted his search.

Suddenly a scudding sound was heard, and Able stiffened up and spun around toward the noise.

Only to see a 'plastic' arm connect itself to The Doctor's neck, starting to strangle him. Able rushed over and tried to help the man yank it off, Able trying to pull it off straight, well The Doctor worked on getting the fingers to release their death-grip on his throat.

"I thought that Mickey went and threw that out." Rose commented, "Oi, stop messing around you two... Men." She finished under his breath in exasperation.

Suddenly, the hand released The Doctor, and started to strangle Able instead.

Now, Able was willing to try just about anything, but this being strangled by a strange plastic arm... Well, under the right circumstances maybe, but without warning? That's just bad manners. Or, at least, that's what he said in his mind to calm himself as his airway was cut off. The Doctor seemed on top of it though, he pulled out a weird looking cylinder, seemed a bit like some future technology that Able had seen through the Rift, and started to scan the arm with it.

It realized it's death hold a moment later, and Rose hurried over to her fallen friend.

"Next time, we are setting up a safe word first." Able coughed out, trying to gain his breath back, but somehow erupted into giggles.

Clearly, the oxygen deprivation had done wonders on his level of happiness.

"Well... There we are! Armless!" The Doctor announced, like it was some great comedic evolution.

Rose didn't seem to find her best friend nearly dying all that funny, grabbed the now motionless arm, and hit The Doctor's shoulder with it, "You think!"

"Well... I can tell when I'm not wanted, so off I trot." The man spoke, making way for the door. Rose following after quickly.

Able decided that staring at the ceiling was far more interesting than getting up and going after them. Despite his heavy curiosity, there was no way he was chancing passing out if he got up too quickly after being strangled half to death. That would be more embarrassing than almost dying by mannequin arm. Surely enough, Rose would just inform him about what happened when she got back.

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Rose had went on some great expedition, trying to figure out just who 'The Doctor' was. Which, honestly, Able found a little bit too much. If you wanted to know something about someone, the best and only real way, was to just ask that person. Searching the internet was only going to get you speculation and opinion – If even that. Rose had become practically obsessed though, going to some conspiracy theorists place who was named Clive of all things.

That was the gist of what had been spoken over the phone, after which, Rose invited Able to dinner with her and Mickey so they could go over the rest of her findings.

Able agreed to meet with his best friend, and took about fifteen minutes getting to the restaurant, unceremoniously plopping himself down next to Rose, and across from Mickey.

"You're looking a bit pecked, mate." The last word came out of Able's mouth almost sarcastically.

Mickey and Able didn't get along very well, mostly because Mickey didn't like Able's relationship with Rose. It made a bit of sense, and Able could understand a bit of where the man was coming from. Jealously was such an ugly emotion though – It wasn't really Able's fault that he was one of the few people lucky enough to stay friends with their amazingly hot ex-partners. Of course, part of it might be that the ginger was a tad bit smug over the fact he'd pulled that off.

"I'm fine, what I really want to talk about is this Doctor character. You said he had something to do with the store blowing up?" Mickey finished, turning toward Rose.

That was totally out of character for Mickey, and it set Able a little bit on edge.

"What do you know, one of you can be a bit mature." Rose spoke with a smile, giving it purely to her boyfriend. The ginger rolled his eyes and continued to eye Mickey up.

"Sure sure, but this Doctor..." Mickey spoke again, looking almost warmly toward the two of them.

"You're being a bit pushy you know, we could talk about the weather for a second." Rose joked, looking at her partner a little bit weirdly – finally seeming to notice his actions were a bit off.

"But The Doctor is so much more interesting than the weather."

"Oh my god! I knew there was a reason I didn't like him for you, Lover. He's gay for The Doctor. Should have guessed." Able announced with a grin, getting a slap on his arm from Rose, but Mickey just kept on smiling.

Yep, there was clearly something going on with the air-head. Able thought, narrowing his eyes toward the man. What, had the government sent him to get information on The Doctor, that was a bit farfetched, but so was a good majority of the possibilities that made sense.

Mickey turned completely to Rose, ignoring Able's existence, "You can trust me, sweetheart-baby-sugar-babe-sugar-daddy-babe..." Mickey stuttered out, his voice uneven as he reached across the table for Rose's hand.

"Alright there, mate, don't go touching her now. This is a supervised date after all." Able mock scolded, but truly on edge and about ready to grab his blonde friend and start to make a run for it.

Before the idea could fully form, a familiar voice came from behind Able and Rose, "Your champagne."

As weird as it was, considering The Doctor was a stranger, Able could feel himself relax a little bit at the sound of his voice. Able, for all his knowledge that was beyond current human understanding, hadn't actually been in a situation where he was facing down something he just didn't understand.

"We didn't order any champagne." Mickey ground out, reaching over and violently clasping Rose's wrist.

Able could feel himself getting rather angry.

He was a laid back person, someone that just let life bring him where it may, and took pretty much everything in stride, and yet he felt real, true, anger for the first time in years seeing his best friend being grabbed at like that.

"Mick, mate, you have about five seconds to let go over her before you find a knife through your hand." Able hissed out, face going red to match his hair as anger took him over.

"Does no one want this champagne?" The Doctor said from behind them, a tone of false disappointment in his tone.

"You can buy me a drink later, Handsome. Can't you see we're a bit busy right now?" Able shot back, despite his current anger.

Mickey let go of Rose's wrist the second he turned to face the waiter, "Ha! We finally found you."

"Oh don't pay me too much mind. I'm just here to congratulate the happy couple." The Doctor spoke rather sarcastically, shaking the bottle in his hands at violent speeds, until finally, the pressure became too much, and it was pointed at Mickey's head like a gun as the cork flew off.

It embedded into Mickey's head, before it seemed to be absorbed, and then spat back out without Mickey so much as flinching.

"What..." Rose whispered, horrified at seeing what just happened with her boyfriend.

"Come now, Lover, let's take a step back." Able crooned softly to the stunned blonde, grabbing her out of the way as The Doctor took control of the situation, jumping onto Mickey, and –

Well damn, the guy twisted Mickey's head straight off. Now, Able had thought about doing similar in times of vast frustration with the guy, but that was certainly quite violent. The lack of blood was a good sign though – Probably related to the plastic then, which was good, because if it wasn't and his best friends boyfriend had just been killed in front of her like that, he and that Doctor would be having harshly spoken, heated, bold words.

Where had he been going with that?

Rose seemed to shake her shocked state off, and pulled the fire alarm, yelling for everyone to get out in a borderline hysterical voice.

Three people made eye-contact, and something indescribable happened, a sense of understanding that Able would usually associate with the Rift showing him something, and The Doctor, Able, and Rose were all running through the kitchen and toward an exit.

Unfortunately, the area was gated off.

"Open the gate!" Rose screamed, still borderline hysterical as she shook the bars.

Able took this chance to look around for alternative means of escape, only seeing a odd blue police box, as well as The Doctor locking the door behind them using his future-tool.

"Oi! Come over here and open the gate with your tube thing!" Rose called out to The Doctor, who seemed to be swaggering over to the blue box instead.

"It's called a sonic screwdriver." He said, placing the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket and pulling out a key.

"You really think now is the time for semantics?" Able asked, finding himself weirdly calm, probably a byproduct of just how calm The Doctor seemed. It was hard to panic around people who were calm, and practically draped that calm confidence around themselves.

"Just open the gate!" Rose called, practically growling at this point.

"I'll tell you what, you two can come in here instead." The Doctor said, using the key he'd pulled out to open the blue box.

Well, if he wasn't going to open the gate, then the best thing would be to hide in the box. Nothing for it really, Able decided, as he followed the man into the box at a dashing speed. Last thing he wanted was to end up outside of the box when whatever was happening went down –

Oh universe.

Able could hear Rose calling out from outside the box, saying that hiding in a wooden box was no good, or that it wouldn't work it was too small. However, the ginger was far too transfixed on his current surroundings to pay much mind to what his friend was saying.

In the middle for the large room he'd walked into was a circular consol with wires attached to it everywhere, seats were near, and outward from there was a sort of design that was weirdly fitting for the futuristic aspect of the yellow lit room. There were blinking screens on the consol, and The Doctor was walking over to them, along with the head he'd collected before, starting to mess around with the computer. Even Able's usual curiosity wasn't enough to drag him to the screen to see what was going on, instead, he ran a hand across the walls of the room, utter fascinate.

It had to be some sort of separate dimension, that was the only thing that could make sense. How fascinating – Even in the future that Able got glimpses of from the Rift, there was never any technology this advanced. At least, not at this scale.

Rose had a similar reaction a few moments later, but seemed to shake out of it to inform The Doctor of something she saw quite pertinent, "They're going to follow us!"

The Doctor gave a literal snort of amusement, "The assembled hoards of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried Now please, do shut up."

"Let's see them hold up against Khan Noonien Singh, then I'll be really impressed." Able whispered under his breath so that The Doctor didn't hear.

Rose just gave her friend a deadpan look for the comment before covering her snort with a hand, "Oh my god, you're such a nerd."

"That I am." Able replied, giving her a smug grin.

The mood had relaxed – It lasted for a good five seconds before Able tensed up when he felt something brush against his mind.

Something that wasn't his Rift.

There was a sense of curiosity there, but also of... Knowing? Able shivered, he didn't like it when people knew things that he didn't – Especially when it involved mysterious mind powers that Able had only ever experienced with one being, ever.

"Now you see, the arm was too simple, but the head, that'll get us where we need to go, as I can use to to trace the signal back to the original source." The Doctor announced suddenly, breaking the connection Able had been feeling abruptly, much to the gingers relief.

He turned toward the two humans only a second later, "Alright, where do you want to start?"

The Doctor has clearly been through this a time or two, Able thought to himself, but let Rose take the reins for a moment,

She seemed to remember her nervousness the second the conversation drifted away from just joking bants between friends.

"It's... Bigger on the inside." Rose stated, but her tone gave more of a questioning feel.

"Yep."

"It's alien." She stated, the questioning tone disappearing completely.

"Yeah."

"Are you alien?"

The Doctor seemed a hint of nervous underneath the tough looking exterior as he answered, "Yes, is that alright?"

Able looked over at the shocked Rose, and she looked back at her friend as and there was a hint of something in her eyes, before she just gave a shocked little, "Yeah..." In an almost breathy tone.

So The Doctor was an 'alien' then. Able knew that they existed, and the Rift had let their ginger know as well. Still, this conformation caused a lot of questions to form in the mind of the physicist, mainly one fascinating one in particular.

"You look exactly like a human." Able stated, his eyes gliding over The Doctor's form.

That gained a now familiar scoff, "No, you look exactly like a Time Lord."

"So not my point." Able drawled out, unimpressed, "It's fascinating really, two different species probably with completely different circumstances considering the whole 'different planet' thing, and we look exactly alike, you couldn't tell that a 'Time Lord' isn't 'Human' by looks, or that a 'human' isn't a 'Time Lord'. The evolutionary process in comparison must be so interesting, usually I'm not into that kind of thing but–"

Rose elbowed Able to stop his little rant. The Doctor almost seemed to find some hilarity in the situation, if his quirking lips were anything to go by.

They moved passed Able's scientific curiosity though, "It's called a TARDIS, this thing. That's Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

Rose suddenly burst out into tears, Able recognized the sound as being true grief, so he turned to her with a great amount of worry, "Lover, what's wrong?"

She just sobbed on.

"It's okay, I'm guessing it's just culture shock. Happens to the best of us."

"Did they kill him? Mickey." Rose suddenly comes out with, looking depressed.

Oh, well that makes more sense than culture shock, Able thought to himself. Having never liked Mickey, he couldn't really relate all that well, in fact, having never had a lover other than Rose that lasted for more than a week, well, he had little way to empathize.

He could sympathies though.

"Rose, don't give up hope until there is only one other explanation." Able reasoned, his comforting skills a bit shaky.

"Huh... I hadn't thought about it like that." The Doctor said, almost under his breath.

"Oh my god, he pulled off my boyfriends head and he doesn't even care! Now he's just going to let him melt as well, oh my god, Mickey, how am I going to, I don't..." Rose trailed off, tears flowing from her eyes like little rivers.

"Melt?!" The Doctor exclaimed after a moment of thought, swiftly turning around toward the consol and frantically moving around the circular cylinder in the middle of the room, turning dials and pulling levers, exclaiming 'No!' the whole time.

"Well, this certainly doesn't seem good." Able commented in a dry tone, placing a comforting arm around Rose's shoulders as she watched, still completely devastated considering the situation with her boyfriend.

"The signal! It's fading, and fast, if I lose it before we get to the source..." The Doctor explained, still spinning around his consol at breakneck pace, "Almost there..."

Suddenly the man ran outside, leaving a crying, confused Rose, and a conflicted Able.

Rose, surprising considering her current state, was the first to pull herself together and practically pulled Able after The Doctor. Without another pause, both of them were jogging after the man that seemed to be frantically searching. Certainly, it helped to put the situation into perspective. It seemed that this was more important than just a few stray mannequins coming to life.

"We've moved." Rose spoke, looking around the area in shocked awe.

Able couldn't help but find it a bit weird all of five seconds ago, the girl was so utterly broken apart by the fact Mickey might be dead, and now she had gotten over it. She didn't seem like the shattered girl she had been before the TARDIS moved. The ginger hoped that it was just the fact she wasn't as attached to Mickey as she'd thought she was. The other opinion was unthinkable, she might just have been distracted from the pain for a moment. Why was this unthinkable? Because Able didn't want to think about his friend caring for someone as undeserving as Mickey. That, and the blue-eyed man would prefer his friend didn't have to suffer such pain.

At least, that was what one part of his mind was thinking, the other was going over ideas, theories, on how the TARDIS had moved.

Too short for a flight, as had it been a flight, surely they would have displaced too much air, or went through some buildings on the way. It had to have been some sort of teleportation, disappearing then reappearing somewhere else. Was the disappearing slow enough that no wound was made? If a sound was made, what was it, a sharp sort of crack when the returned air pushed back together, or a whistling that could be associating with fast movement, and if they disappeared from one place to another, why had the TARDIS' inside not shown any change, as surely if they disappeared they could have been able to see themselves disappear had the –

Able quickly answered several of his questions in his own mind, after all, he had learned several things about space and time from the Rift, and was a physicist. There were several others that he would need to actually ask The Doctor, but that could wait for a more fitting situation.

"Disappears there, then reappears here, you wouldn't understand." The Doctor said, answering Rose's inquiry.

Rose looked a little put out by that, "Maybe I wouldn't, but Able–"

"We also don't have the time to get the expanded answers that even I would need to understand something like this, Lover. We have plastic to deal with, after all." Able cut in, ignoring the interested look The Doctor had shot him.

"Oh god, how am I going to explain this to the police they'll never believe me." Rose spoke, looking rather stressed, running a hand through her hair after a brief pause.

Able shot his best friend a look, "Listen Rosie, no police okay? I don't need you taken away for being insane."

"But Mickey! It's got to be reported, he's dead, Able." Rose explained, looking a little bit frantic.

"We have more pressing concerns at the moment." The Doctor sternly reminded, looking a bit ticked off at the blondes thought process.

"Someone died and you think there is something more pressing! Oh my god, you seriously are an alien." Rose exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration.

The Doctor seemed to have a limit on the amount of back talk he could take, "If I want to put aside the fact that one little human is in danger, in order to save the whole lot of you blundering apes, you'd think it was alright!"

"Alright?!" Rose explained, looking shocked.

"Lover! Get over yourself a little bit. Stop thinking with your emotions and start using that beautiful, creative brain of yours." Able scolded suddenly, interrupting The Doctor, before he could argue farther with the blonde.

The ginger had a suspicion The Doctor could be quite mean when he wanted to be, and Able really didn't want that faced toward his friend. (Only he was able to be mean to Rosie.)

A silent moment later, Rose just nodded her agreement, reluctantly, and likely only because she was outnumbered, and tried to break the atmosphere in the best way she knew how, a little jab, "If you're an alien, how come you sound like you're from the North?"

"Lots of planets have a North."

"Now that, The Doctor, is bullshit." Able commented with a light-hearted grin.

The Doctor managed to pull off an indignant look, "And what would you know, The Able"

"You can't do that. I spoke my name that way to make fun of yours, stealing the joke is simply low form." Able complained, but didn't stop his grin, "Anyway, we should probably refocus on the matter at hand."

"Of course!" The Doctor explained, starting to look around a bit again, "First though, this living plastic, it's called the Nestene Consciousness, it loves you. Lost its planet in the war, now you guys, you're practically dinner. Little primitive species with a planet full of resources. To stop it, anti-plastic!"

"Anti-plastic?" Able murmured, his brow burrowing in thought. What would be the opposite of some sort of plastic. Or, perhaps, 'Anti-Plastic' was the name, and The Doctor didn't want to admit what it was. Plastic was actually surprisingly tough to get rid of, if you believe all the recycling drivel (Which, of course, you did. Unless you were an utter idiot, so as a scientist, Able was automatically a believer.) Perhaps the tube contained some sort of acid, or a deconstructive material that was similar.

Able needed to learn to control his thought process, the actions that were going on was far more important than his general curiosity. Besides, he would be able to see it in action soon enough, so there probably wasn't a need for the theorizing.

"Anti-Plastic!" The Doctor beamed, practically caressing the tube, "First though, I gotta find it. How does something this big hide itself in a city this small."

Oh yes, because this city is incredibly small, no way that something could be hidden here. Able thought to himself, throwing a skeptical eyebrow toward The Doctor. This was London, not some backwater little town.

"What exactly we looking for?" Rose said, searching the skyline herself.

"Something big! A transmitter, it needs the transmitter if it wants to control ever piece of plastic around, as it will boost the signal."

A transmitter... Able mused, eyes gliding over their surroundings, before his eye caught on something.

A snort of laughter escaped him, as brilliant as The Doctor seemed, this particular oversight just proved that no one, not even an 'alien' of higher intelligence, was infallible. In the gingers world view, this was incredibly important.

"What are you laughing about over there?" The Doctor asked, his tone thick with both curiosity, and frustration.

A smirk pulled to the corner of Able's lips, "The Doctor, I believe the transmitter you are looking for is the London Eye."

"The London... Eye?" The Doctor ended, turning around to face the structure, and just staring at it for a few moments, than back at his companions, and back to the wheel, delight growing in his eyes, "You, The Able, are fantastic. Let's go then!"

Rose was covering her smile with the back of her hand.

Well, that was flattering, Able thought, but didn't have time to think of anything else, because The Doctor was already off, with Rose following behind him quickly enough, and a smidgen of a second later, Able took off after the two as well. It was a good quarter mile at least, before The Doctor stopped and turned toward the human's he had picked up.

"Just think of it, all of the plastic in the world being controlled. Every single plastic thing waiting to come alive, the shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables."

"The breast implants." Rose interjected.

"Nice to know where your mind goes, although the image is quite horrifying." Able jibbed, earning another elbow in the side from his friend.

The Doctor seemed blind to that comment, too focused on finding the Nestene Consciousness to have idle conversation at this point, and when the friends were having their playful banter, he found some sort of maintenance hatch, "Over here!"

Moments later, they were climbing into the glowing red chamber without even questioning The Doctor. They walked just a bit more, trying to be as quiet as possible, until finally.

"That's the Nestene Consciousness right over there, in that vat."

"Well, tip in your anti-plastic and let's get out of here." Rose stated, looking a bit high on adrenaline.

"I'm not here to kill it." The Doctor stated flatly, "I've got to give it a chance."

"He's right, Rose. Even if the thing did kill Mickey, that still doesn't make it right to just go over there and give it the death sentence. Never mind the fact that Mickey is just a human, whereas this being is from a war ravaged planet, it might even be an endangered life form." Able reasoned out, forgetting for just a moment how emotionally Rose's thought process usually went.

Without waiting to hear their thoughts however, The Doctor had swaggered forward and was leaning against a bar, speaking downward, "I seek an audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation."

Rose had caught her eye on something, because she took off, and even though her best friend was incredibly interested in what The Doctor had to say, he also knew that Rose needed more help than he did, and took off after her.

"Mickey!" Rose exclaimed, but her voice was a whisper, "You're alive, I thought you were dead."

"Well, at least my Lover here won't be hurt by your untimely passing." Able half-joked, half groaned. What was this kid, a cockroach? Able didn't want senseless deaths, but... Urgh, Mickey.

"Him being alive was always a possibility." The Doctor announced as he started to move passed the three humans and closer toward the Consciousness.

"What, and that just happened to slip your mind when I was crying hysterically?" Rose questioned, disbelief in her words.

"No, I just didn't want any domestics in my TARDIS."

After that, he strolled off, leaving Rose to comfort her traumatized boyfriend. Able watched him go off longingly, he wanted to get closer to the Consciousness too damn it! A plastic creature, and was, in all likelihood, about to get 'Ant-Plastic' poured on it. That was a once in a lifetime sight!

Instead, Able was going to watching over Mickey Smith.

"Am I addressing the Consciousness? Thanks, now, I just have to say, that considering you infiltrated this civilization by means of illegal warp technology, may I suggest that you shunt off?"

There was an answering groan from the Consciousness – It didn't sound extremely positive.

"You have to understand just how illegal this is, the planet is just starting, and the intellectuals here are capable of great things, even if the stupid little apes practically just learned how to walk. So I'll ask again, on their behalf until they can stand for themselves, to please, just go." There was a surprising amount of emotion in the mans voice – It occurred to Able that the man might know some humans here personally, after all, that emotion level doesn't just come from nowhere.

It also wasn't any of Able's business, but he was the type to catalog his discoveries regardless.

Out of the shadows, dummies appeared and restrained The Doctor, before anyone could even blink. One of them reached into The Doctor's heavy leather coat, and pulled out the vial of Anti-Plastic.

"That was just insurance! I wasn't going to use it, I swear I'm not trying to attack you, I'm just trying to protect the people here, as well as yourself. I'm not your enemy, I swear I'm not." The Doctor frantically defended, utterly earnest.

This however, didn't seem to appease the Consciousness, which gave an angered rumble, The Doctor went pale at whatever the vat of plastic said, before going back to his frantic explaining, "I swear, it's not like that. I mean yes, that is my ship, but..."

There was more groans, these ones seemed... Fearful, perhaps a bit mourningful, but still full of a self-righteous anger, "That's not true! I would know, I fought in that war, and it wasn't my fault. I am just one man, I couldn't save your world, I couldn't save anybody!"

"The Doctor, what's going on?" Able called down, his voice forced itself into a woefully inappropriate lightness.

"It's the TARDIS, the Consciousness can feel it's superior technology, and thinks it has no time to waste, it's starting the invasion early, leg it, get out of here before it's too late!" The Doctor explained, struggling to get out of the hold the dummies had him in.

Mickey and Rose seemed to frantically search for a way out, meanwhile, Able was thinking a bit ahead of the game.

He doubted that something which could control all the plastic around hadn't already blocked all the potential exists. The best way to deal with this particular situation was probably to get The Doctor free, either that, or get the Anti-Plastic itself. Since the ginger didn't actually know anything about the Anti-Plastic – Which he now regretted – Freeing The Doctor was the way to go.

He grabbed an ax that was laid against the walls for emergencies and looked at the chain, hitting it repeatedly and murmuring to himself as he tried to get the bolts to break, "It's easy, just don't over think the living plastic below, you can do this, just a bit of trajectory math, nothing you haven't done a million times before, it's easy even, A level work, simple enough–"

"Alternatively, you could let me use the one good skill I have, school gymnastics team, I got the bronze." Rose chimed in, giving her ginger friend an adrenaline filled smile, just as the bolts finally broke and the chain fell.

"Oh Lover, you are such a live saver." Able grinned, handing the chain off to the blonde, having faith in her ability.

The blonde was off, and The Doctor worked in tandem, throwing one of the dummies into the Consciousness, and ducking out of Rose's way as she swept the other one toward the same fate. Consequently, the one that she kicked in, was the one holding the Anti-Plastic.

Clearly enough, the Anti-Plastic was not some sort of acid. Those thoughts, however, could wait, as Able watched with worry for his friend. The Doctor caught her, said a few inaudible words, and they were jogging back toward the TARDIS, which, apparently, the Consciousness had thankfully delivered right close to them.

The Consciousness started to explode, causing several chain reactions that was starting to shake the ceiling, Able was sure that it wouldn't be able to last too much longer under the stress.

The Doctor and the three humans quickly gathered in front of the TARDIS and the door was swiftly unlocked, all of them rushing inside, and The Doctor quickly rushed toward his console, happily dancing around it, pressing a few buttons, adjusting a few dials, before finally he stopped in front of one lever, and he pulled it.

Able quickly fell to the floor as the TARDIS did it's thing.

The ginger would have been embarrassed, if he took himself too seriously.

The second they had hit solid ground, Mickey was out of there like a rocket, Rose following after, but Able... Able stayed and looked around again, almost regretfully. He doubted that The Doctor would be sticking around after this, considering the Consciousness was dealt with, and humans, despite how much The Doctor seemed to care for them, were outside of his general intelligence.

After another drawn out moment, Able left the TARDIS, not knowing The Doctor had been watching his reactions.

"I saw you cowering in there, Mick. Not much help were you, clinging to Rose like a wee-bit of a thing." Able taunted Mickey, only half joking once again.

By the look of the glare Mickey gave Able for the 'joke' the guy knew that.

"Nestene Consciousness? Easy!" The Doctor commented, leaning up against the TARDIS' blue box like form.

Rose, having just got off the phone with checking in on her mother, swiftly interjected with a teasing look, "You'd be dead if it wasn't for me and Able, you were pretty shit in there."

"Yes, I suppose I would be. Thank you." The Doctor said rather gratefully, "Now, just think of it, you little apes saved billions, BILLIONS of people today. Don't go forgetting that."

"As if I could, especially after meeting someone as handsome as you. Although I do wish you'd be sticking around, thought that surely you could woo Rosie away from that useless lump with those charming ears of yours." Able teased, giving the 'alien' a grin, so genuine that it had shocked the ginger.

He didn't think he'd grinned like that for someone other than Rose or the Rift in ... So long.

"Well, I guess I'll be off then... Of course... Rose, The Able, you could come with me." The Doctor mentioned, "This box isn't just a London hopper, you know. Anywhere in this vast, ever expanding universe, and it's all free of charge."

"I'm going." Able announced, without even a second thought. The Doctor shot a grin his way -

Rose grabbed his arm as the ginger made to step forward, "You can't just leave! You have work at the college, research, responsibilities!"

"I have backlogged research, I've done so much work I could take a few years off and they wouldn't notice it." Able spoke, waving away Rose's disapproval with a flippant hand, and escaped her hold, walking toward the TARDIS.

"Thanks for the invite, The Doctor, I have so many questions, oh man this is going to be amazing, and so much, the possibilities!" Able spoke, his eyes gleaming childishly.

Rose watched her friend with a somber eye, she hadn't seen him that way... So happy... Ever. Not even once since they met had she seen Able look so ecstatic about anything. Rose wanted nothing more than to to after them, but unlike Able, she did have actually responsibilities.

"You can't go with him anyway, he's an alien, a thing!" Mickey exclaimed, causing a pause in Able's grateful glee.

"Gee Mick, throw in some light racism, why not. That's just... disgusting, and I thought you couldn't possibly be more undeserving of My Lover... Always going above and beyond expectations though, aren't you." Able sneered, trying to calm himself.

"Stop calling Rose that!" Mickey exclaimed, just getting a glare from the gingers now flat blue eyes.

He just didn't understand how the guy could be so god damn close minded.

The Doctor seemed to agree, just flatly saying, "He's not invited."

"I can't... I have to look after my mum, I wish I could..." Rose spoke to The Doctor and Able, giving them sad eyes.

"Okay... I'll, I guess I might see you around, come on then, The Able." The Doctor spoke, as the two herded themselves into the TARDIS, moments later, the blue box disappeared. Not without Able getting a quick okay from the Rift though, even though the Rift seemed weirdly melancholy, it still agreed to allow Able to go, as they were close, that was all the acceptance Able needed.

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The Doctor was clearly rather unhappy with the way things had gone down – It seemed he really wanted Rose along for the ride. Probably hard to dislike someone that had saved your life, after all.

"So, where too? Companion get' to choose the first trip, anywhere, anytime."

"... Anytime?" Able asked, just about ready to smack himself in the face over The Doctor's stupidity, and his own, for having forgotten to mention it himself.

"Oh, yes, I didn't mention that?" The Doctor looked as though he was border lining on flustered for just a second, before regaining control of himself, and just grinning at his new companion.

"You didn't mention it to Rose either." Able pointed out, giving the man a significant look.

It still took him a few moments to catch on, "Oh, you think...?"

"Yep."

"I didn't think of that..."

"Aren't you glad you have me then?" Able snarked, but in a banter sort of way.

The Doctor gave an enthusiastic grin, "Yes, yes I am, The Able! You are simply fantastic, I can't believe I didn't think of that." A second later, they were back before Rose, The Doctor stuck his head out, repeated the fact the TARDIS did, in fact, travel in time, and a few seconds later, an equally as enthusiastic Rose was bordering the TARDIS.

"So, The Able, Rose Tyler, where to first?" Said the grinning Doctor, facing them with his back to the controls.

R&R

So, what do you think of Able now?! I have GOT to know. Let me know if it was different enough from the show to be something readable as well. If it wasn't, I can work on that.