Hi everyone : ) I know - I'm terrible for not updating this story in so long, but I do have some fairly good reasons. I've had a tonne of family stuff going on and I've been planning some fairly major new projects that's taken up a lot of my time recently.

Also, I lost my inspiration for this story, but I REFUSE to give up on this - my original - project, so to try and get myself back into this, I've decided to start again, completely afresh, and hopefully this time I won't get quite so side-tracked : )

Anyway, to all my older readers, welcome to the rewrite. To any new readers, welcome to Three of a Kind, The Stuff of Legend. This is a rewrite of Doctor Who, series 1, to include my own OC, Craig Tyler.

I really hope that you all enjoy this story and this chapter, and please remember that Doctor Who isn't mine, but Craig Tyler is : )

Three of a Kind, The Stuff of Legend

Rose and Craig

Rose and Craig – Part 1

Planet Earth.

One tiny damp little sphere that hung limply in the endless void of swirling darkness and colours that was the universe.

Orbiting around one tiny little sun, burning bright and warm, all the whilst spinning and dancing around millions of other planets, billions of stars, and thousands of different galaxies.

Forever changing, constantly shifting, and so, so alive.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about the Earth that made it stand out against the billions of other planets out there. But the Earth's people, those silly little creatures known as 'Human Beings', they were important.

They were so incredibly important, because each and every single one of them was completely unique.

And two members of that tiny yet impossibly significant species were about to be start out on an extraordinary adventure, beginning in a rather unwelcome and ear-splittingly loud way.

BLAR BLAR BLAR BLAR

"Waaaaaah!" Craig Tyler's golden brown eyes snapped open.

His whole body jerked wildly in his bed, and with a yelp of surprise, he fell out of the bed completely. He hit the floor with a dull thud, and groaned in pain.

He glowered up at the alarm clock, which was still chiming, almost like it was laughing at him.

"Fall out of bed again?" an amused voice called from the next room.

Craig rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Yeah… sorry Sis!" he called back.

"Are you hurt?" Rose Tyler asked loudly, her voice still amused.

Craig sighed slightly.

Only his butt and his pride had been dented.

"No" Craig replied.

"Ok!" Rose called back calmly, too used to Craig's insane morning routine to even bat an eyelid at it anymore.

Craig sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, which was clearly not natural in colour, nor particularly dyed very well.

He groaned, stretched his arms, and yawned like a cat, before he turned off his alarm clock.

Finally, after stretching for a few more moments, the almost naked man - for he was only in his boxers - pulled a plain T-shirt over his head as he headed to the door.

He had to get ready for the day ahead.

Craig Tyler had no inkling that that day in particular, would turn out to be the most important day of his life.

Craig's day past him by in a bit of blur.

After leaving his bedroom, he had been conned into giving Rose a lift to work AND picking her up on the way home.

He'd gone to the office, sat through a particularly tedious training session all employees were obligated to go to, and all before his lunch break.

He'd dashed across the street with his best mate Lee, grabbed a sandwich, and then the afternoon started.

He'd had to sit at his desk, listening to snide comments from his manager. The evil hag was completely bigoted, so Craig being gay did not win him any favours in her book.

After 5:00 o'clock had tolled, Craig had walked out to the car park in relief, Lee promising to take him out for a drink that night to cheer him up.

He got in his car, and drove to Hendricks's, the shop his younger sister, Rose, worked at.

He got out and walked towards the department store. He pulled the door open, and saw Rose on the other side, with a Security Guard between them.

"Sorry mate, we're closed" the Guard got in his way.

Craig held up his hands in surrender.

"Hold on! All I'm here for is her!" he cried, pointing at Rose who grinned at him.

"It's alright George, he's my brother" Rose backed him up.

The guard stood down, so Craig walked over to Rose, and she held up a small plastic bag of money. She smiled at him apologetically.

"Sorry, I need to run this downstairs, give us two ticks" she said and Craig snorted.

"Yeah right! I'm not falling for that one. If you go down there we'll be here all night, what with the gob on you. Nope! I'll come with you" he said brightly.

Rose smirked and rolled her eyes.

The security guard spoke up against this idea, as civilians weren't allowed in the lower levels, but Rose quickly swore that if they were caught, she'd take full responsibility and keep him out of it.

Reluctantly, he let them pass, and the pair of them entered a lift.

"So, what've you been doing today?" Craig asked his sister.

Rose smiled up at him.

"Nothing special… oh, Mickey wants to know if you still have his DVD" she said and Craig nodded.

"I'll give it back next time I see him" he replied.

The door clanged open, and the Tylers left the lift to find themselves in a dark, tunnel-like corridor.

"Wilson?" Rose called down the corridor. "Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson?"

There was no answer, so Rose and Craig continued down the corridor. They stopped by a door labelled 'HP Wilson CEO.

Rose knocked on the door.

"You there? Look, I can't hang about 'cause they're closing the shop. Wilson" she raised her voice slightly.

"Urgh, come on! I'm going out for drinks tonight" Craig scowled impatiently, and Rose arched a suggestive eyebrow at him.

"Oh aye, who's the lucky fella?" she teased.

Craig was spared answering when they heard a noise further along the corridor.

Rose immediately snapped her head in the direction it came from.

"Hello? Hello, Wilson, it's Rose. Hello? Wil-Wilson?" she said.

There was still no reply, so the two of them continued down the corridor cautiously.

They came to a fire door, and Craig held it open for his sister. They passed through it and found themselves in a huge storeroom.

Craig shivered as his eyes landed on the things inside.

"Oh that is just creepy" he shivered, eyeing the plastic mannequins strewed across the room carelessly with distain.

"You only dislike them because they remind you of Gran's string puppet" Rose wagged a finger at him "You know, the one I put on your pillow in the middle of the night. The one you had nightmares about until you were -".

"Alright, thank you" Craig swatted her shoulder, annoyed.

Rose giggled, but stopped sharply when the fire door behind them suddenly slammed shut.

The pair of them dashed over to it, Rose frantically pulling at the handle.

The door refused to open.

"Oh you're kidding me" Rose gasped.

Craig quickly gripped her by the shoulders, moving her to one side. He then proceeded to kick the door, wincing in pain when his attempt failed.

"Nice going, tough guy" Rose smirked.

"Ow… note to self, check which way door opens before kicking it" Craig moaned, rubbing his ankle.

They both jumped when they heard another noise behind them, like plastic rubbing against plastic.

"What was that?" Craig whispered but Rose just shook her head, holding up a hand to shush him.

"Is that someone mucking about?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the silence "Who is it?!"

They walked further into the room, both utterly bewildered.

Craig tensed up when he heard a noise behind him, and he glanced at Rose.

"Rose?" he whispered.

"Yeah?" she hissed back.

"There's something behind us" he told her.

With dread, the pair of them turned.

Their eyes widened in shock as a Shop Window Dummy stalked towards them, its movements choppy and mechanical.

"What the bloody hell?!" Craig cried in alarm.

He grabbed Rose by the arm and tugged her away, both staring at the mannequin in bewilderment.

"Heh... you got us, very funny" Rose miserably tried to laugh.

It did little to quell her nerves.

"Yeah, you win, we completely shit ourselves!" Craig chuckled weakly.

The dummy made no reply, nor did stop advancing on them. Several more joined it, all of them marching towards the two humans.

Rose and Craig continued to back away, afraid.

Rose was starting to get angry. She glowered at the dummies, still backing off with her brother.

"Right, I've got the joke! Who's idea was this? Was it Derek's?" Rose demanded angrily.

"Watch out!" Craig cried, tugging Rose out of the way as another Dummy advanced from behind them.

They ended up with their backs against the wall, a pipe twisting around the wall over their heads.

"Derek, is this you?" Rose shouted again, trembling.

All of the dummies were now alive, enclosing in on them from all sides. One of them raised its arm, ready to smash it down on their heads.

Craig reared back his fist, getting into a boxing stance he had learned in his youth.

He was about to jab the dummy in the face, but it never came to that.

Instead, he looked over when he heard Rose gasp.

He saw to his astonishment that a man had appeared through the crowd, and had grabbed Rose's hand. He looked at the pair of them as he whispered one word.

Just one word.

"Run".

And they did. They ran.

They ran alongside the wall, and the dummy missed its target, hitting the pipe behind their heads instead of them.

The sound of hissing gas followed them as they fled the dungeon.

When they reached the next corridor, Rose instinctively reached for her brother's hand, wanting to make sure they didn't get separated.

And in that split second the three of them were touching, that was when it happened.

Craig yelled out in pain as a searing scorch of heat blistered over the skin of his hand, forcing him to wretch his own away from Rose's, his eyes watering in pain.

He looked at his hand, and for a moment he was sure he was a trickle of gold light running into his veins…

Neither of them had time to stop and question the bizarre incident though.

The crowd of dummies was closing in on them and the three of them were forced to keep going, running down the warren of tunnels as fast as they could.

The sound of booming footsteps echoed behind the trio as they pelted through the darkness, their legs aching at the impromptu work out, but after crashing through a second set of fire doors, they came out near a lift, and the mystery man hammered his finger on the button frantically.

The doors pinging open immediately.

They bolted inside, but before they could escape, one of the dummies, the same one that had tried to hit Craig, stuck its arm in and halted the doors.

The mystery man seized the arm, and twisted.

Rose and Craig both winced, before jumping in alarm as the arm came off completely.

The doors clanged shut, knocking the dummy back, and the lift ascended.

They all sighed in relief, before Rose looked at the man in horror.

"You pulled his arm off!" she shuddered, revolted.

"Yep!" he said, tossing it to her.

Rose gasped and caught it before it hit her in the face.

"Plastic" he said cheerfully.

"More like weird" Craig frowned at the dummy's arm, "That isn't even a hollowed out costume, it's plastic all the way through. How does that work?"

"You wouldn't understand" the man replied gruffly.

Craig scowled at him. Was he suggesting he was on the thick side?!

"It's very clever though. A nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" Rose asked him.

"Why would they be students?" the man turned to stare at her.

"I don't know..." Rose shrugged.

"Well, you said it! Why students?" he probed and Rose frowned thoughtfully.

"Cause... to get that many people dressed up and being silly... they gotta be students" she eventually reasoned.

The man grinned and Craig raised an eyebrow at the look.

It was quite obviously he liked his baby sister. But then, she was a very attractive woman.

So naturally, Craig was quite protective of her.

"That makes sense! Well done" he commended.

"Thanks" Rose smiled shyly, pleased.

"They're not students" the man then continued, but Rose shrugged dismissively.

"Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he's gonna call the police" she warned.

"Who's Wilson?" he stared at her.

"Chief electrician" Rose replied easily.

The man's face darkened a notch and Craig stomach unsettled upon seeing it.

"Wilson's dead" was all the mystery man said.

The lift doors clanged open and the man stepped out of it. Rose looked horrified, and Craig looked annoyed.

They stormed out after him.

"Alright pal, that's taking the joke too far! It's bad enough that you scared us witless down there, but saying that someone's dead – well that's just sick" Craig glared at him, disgusted.

"Hold that thought!" the man told him patronisingly, before pushing Rose and Craig to one side "Mind your eyes".

He pulled a sleek metal tube from his pocket and pushed a button on it. One end lit up blue and a shrill buzzing filling the corridor.

He pressed it against the lift controls.

"What are you -" Craig was cut off as the lift controls exploded, sparks flying everywhere.

"Oh! Oh great! How do I explain that to management?!" Rose demanded furiously.

The man completely ignored them both as he strode off down the corridor. The Tylers looked at each other in annoyance, before storming off after him.

"Who are you, then? Who's that lot down there?" Rose shouted at his back, "I said, who are they?"

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device in the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this" the man smirked over his shoulder at them, stopping by a fire door.

He held up a strange electronic device and wiggled it at them.

Craig's mouth dropped open.

It was a bloody bomb!

"So!" he chirped, opening the fire door, gently pushing them through, "I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process. But don't worry about me, no. Go home, go on! The pair of you! Go and have your lovely beans on toast" he said, smirking out at them.

"And neither of you can tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed" he warned.

The man then slammed the door shut in their stunned faces.

Rose and Craig both stared at it, the words 'BAD WOLF' graffitied across the door in aerosol paint.

They were about the walk away, when the door slammed open again, and the man was back, smiling at them.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way, what are your names?" the man, the Doctor, asked them.

"Rose".

"Craig".

"Nice to meet you both; Rose and Craig. Run for your lives" he waggled the bomb again, before he closed the door and vanished.

Craig looked over at Rose, and saw his shock equally mirrored in her face.

"Did that really just happen?" he asked incredulously.

Rose weakly nodded her head.

"He wasn't being serious, was he?" she trembled nervously.

Suddenly the impact of what the Doctor had said hit him, and Craig grasped Rose's arm tightly, panicked.

"Oh yes he was! RUN!" he yelled.

Gasping, Rose followed his lead as the two of them set of running, their legs burning with the effort.

Craig dragged Rose across the outside road without even looking, the result being them almost ploughed down by a taxi cab.

The driver yelled at them, but they ignored him, too focused on getting away.

Rose had to stop on the other side of the road, out of breath.

Craig patted her on the shoulder, leaning down to stress the importance of this situation.

"We can't stop!" he cried, but Rose just shook her head, trying to speak without air.

"Where's your car?" Rose managed to gasp out.

She was still holding the plastic arm that the Doctor had ripped off the dummy.

"In the next street, it was the closest I could get without having to pay, it's not far" he assured her.

"Well come on then, before we both end up being…" Rose started to say.

The rest of her sentence was lost.

Across the street, with a monumental BOOM, the shop exploded in a ball of orange light, causing rubble to rain down on the street and for fire to engulf the entire building.

"Blown up" Rose breathed out.

They both stared at the devastated building in shock.

People were running for their lives and screaming as more rubble and flames fell down to the street, and both gasping and staring at the building in horrified shock, Craig suddenly grabbed Rose's hand.

"Come on! We don't want to be seen here" he told her urgently, clearly thinking about how bad this would look for them.

They both began running again, headed in the direction of Craig's car.

Neither of them paid the slightest bit of attention to a big blue box standing in the shadows.

By the time they had arrived home, the news about the shop was everywhere.

Their mother, Jackie, had fussed over them, first wrapping Rose in a huge hug before spotting the burn on Craig's hand.

He still wasn't sure how he had received that.

It was like… well, like magic.

Jackie insisted that she bandage it up, and proceeded to do just that, ignoring her son's protests. Soon after that, both Rose and Craig were slumped in their living room, their mother in the kitchen fixing them a brew.

"The whole of Central London has been closed off as police investigate the fire. Earlier reports in the..." they listened to the man on the news report.

Anxious, Craig sat and played with the plastic arm they had forgotten to dump on their way home.

Jackie came in, the phone pressed between her ear and shoulder as she handed both of her children a mug of tea.

"I know, it's on the telly! It's everywhere! She's lucky to be alive! And he escaped with just a burn… yeah, he was there too! He was picking her up. Honestly, it's aged them both. Skins like a set of old encyclopaedias. Walking in now you'd think I was THEIR daughter! Oh and here's himself..." she walked out of the room again, as Rose's boyfriend, Mickey smith, came rolling in.

He ignored Craig completely, going straight to Rose, worried.

"I've been phoning your mobile, you could've been dead! It's on the news and everything! I can't believe that your shop went up!" he ranted, hugging her tightly.

Rose rolled her eyes when he almost knocked her mug out of her hand.

"I'm alright, honestly, I'm fine! Don't make a fuss" she scowled slightly.

Craig rolled his eyes at one of his best mates.

"Your concern for me is touching by the way, ta" he drawled and Mickey looked at him, shocked.

"What! You were there too?!" he cried and Craig nodded.

"Yep, how do you think I got this?" he asked, holding up his hand which had the bandage wrapped tightly around it.

Mickey stared at it, shocked.

"Blimey, you're good though, yeah?" Mickey asked him and satisfied, Craig nodded.

Nodding as well, Mickey turned back to Rose, "Well, what happened?"

"I don't know" she lied.

She and Craig had quickly made the decision not to tell anyone about the Doctor, his warning about getting people killed quite real to them.

They didn't want to put their family or friends in danger over this.

"What was it though, what caused it?" Mickey asked and Rose shrugged innocently.

"I wasn't in the shop, I was outside, I didn't see anything..." she told him.

Mickey didn't look convinced.

"Oh yeah?" he shook his head disbelievingly, "If you two were outside, how did Craig get that burn?"

"Oh… err, well…" Rose trailed off lamely.

Craig came to the rescue. It had been his slip after all.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got it when some of the rubble was blasted towards us. I knocked some of it away so it didn't hit us" he quickly invented, and Mickey nodded, accepting this.

Thankfully at that moment Jackie came into the room, her presence halting any more questions.

"It's Debbie on the other end, she knows a man from the Mirror - five hundred quid for an interview! And Craig! She knows a man who could get you compensation for that burnt hand! In the thousands she said" their mother told them excitedly.

Rose scowled in annoyance.

"Oh that's brilliant! Give it here!" she said sarcastically.

As soon as Jackie passed her the phone, she hung up, slamming it down on the coffee table.

Craig glared at his sister.

"Hey! I could have used the compensation! It might be enough to get me out of that hell hole I work in now!" he scowled at her.

Jackie scoffed and glared at the pair of them.

"Right now it's Rose that needs to think of the money, not you Craig. Listen here young lady, your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out" Jackie warned, but anything else she had to say was lost as the phone rang again.

Jackie quickly sprang to answer it.

"Bev! They're alive!" she cried, leaving the room once more.

Mickey peered into Rose's mug.

"What're you drinking? Tea?! No, no no, that's no good, that's no good. You're in shock, you need something stronger" he told her, arising to his feet, "You deserve a proper drink, you and me, we're going down the pub, my treat. How about it?"

Rose smiled, catching onto his little scheme, "Is there a match on?"

"I'm just thinking about you, babe!" Mickey said with feint innocence.

It was too late though.

Rose had rumbled him.

"There's a match on, ain't there?" she smirked and Mickey sighed and nodded.

"Well, that's not the point, but we could catch the last five minutes…" he said hopefully.

Rose rolled her eyes, amused.

"Go on then. I'm fine, really. Go. Get rid of that..." she said, pointing at the plastic arm in her brother's lap.

"Oh, I was going to keep it" Craig pouted and they stared at him. He shrugged, "Be good for fisting".

"TOO much information, thank you very much!" Mickey cringed and Rose burst out laughing.

"Now I definitely want it out! I have to share a wall with you!" Rose pointed a finger in her brother's face.

She turned back to Mickey as he pointed at his lips, so she pecked him quickly.

He stood up, and Craig handed him the arm. He arose slightly to whisper in his ear.

"Leave it in my room" he stage-whispered teasingly and Mickey scoffed, pushing him back into the chair.

"In your dreams, mate" Mickey laughed, before he turned back to his girlfriend, waving with the arm.

"Buh Bye!" he cried in a high pitched voice.

"Bye!" Rose giggled.

Mickey went over to the doorframe, and held the arm up to his throat, making choking noises as well.

"Ha! That's pretty convincing!" Craig laughed whilst Rose shook her head.

Mickey left and they turned their attention back to the news.

"... the fire then spread throughout the store... there is very little chance of saving the infrastructure" the news reported.

Rose sighed and shared a look with Craig.

It was obvious that they were both thinking about the same thing. They were thinking about that mysterious Doctor. Who was he? And what the hell were those mannequins? Why did they try to attack Rose and Craig? How did the Doctor know about them? And were they even safe coming home? But beyond those, there was another, even greater pressing question on both the young Tylers' minds.

What the hell were they going to do now?

And there's the first rewritten chapter : )

So, my aims for this time around are to include Rose more, to make Craig's character a little different to her, and to include some plot points earlier in the story. It's generally just a clean up of the story.

Oh, and that burn on Craig's hand, it's important, so please remember it : ) Reviews are always welcome, whether they be to praise or criticise, and they are very much appreciated. I hope to see you all in the next chapter, and I hope you enjoyed this one : )

Until the next time, keep on reading : )