Entry Twenty-nine- Ringgoolu

I told Heather Little recently the story about when the Doctor and I landed on this planet where they were having some serious issues with veg poachers in their growing fields and decided to fix the problem by building cyborg cows that shot lasers from their eyes when they sensed movement. Obviously the citizens of that planet could turn them off when they went picking, so they were figuring it worked out fairly well. Of course they hadn't really been planning on the TARDIS materialising in the middle of the field. Since, the Doctor has, understandably, not fond of cows.

And in case you're interested that story ended with us running for our lives with the Doctor turning every few moment in attempt to shut them off with the sonic screwdriver. My top got a bit singed. Such is life, with the Doctor. And here we are just for gratuitous outreaching to my... probably very small... audience. Hello!

And there was a point to that, cause we landed in the middle of a field on another planet (we know cause we checked) with grazing cows and a product that looked something like cotton, only it was magenta and much more flaxy. I wasn't sure if it was to make clothes or to eat. Maybe both.

Of course, and I may be telling this story a bit backwards, we weren't planning on landing on a field in on a planet with cows and flaxy cotton plants. We were trying to go to a planet call Crepsculo in Earths fifty-first century where a band was playing that the Doctor said was brilliant and perfect for a nice relaxing non-dream inducing fun time out. His words not mine.

"What are they called again?" I asked, zipping up my knee high boots, cause let's face it, I look foxy in my little denim skirt. I was trying to look cool, obviously, concerts on lounge planets and all. Cause apparently Crepsculo is like one big slinky jazz bar. Not that I've ever been to a jazz bar really, mostly pubs for me and mine, but that's what the Doctor said. Apparently he's been to many jazz bars, I get a very funny mental picture of him playing the saxophone with Miles Davis whenever I try to picture this. Though, this particular band was not jazz. They were just playing in a 21st Century Earth like jazz lounge type venue. I might be able to describe it better if I ever made it there. Which I didn't.

The Doctor, of course, was dancing around the console, flicking switches and and pulling levers no doubt already playing the songs of said band in his head. "Flodder's Gain," he answered.

I shook my head, "Flodder's Gain, what does that mean?"

He paused and pull that face he does when he's thinking... usually over something important but it's the same face. "You know, I have no idea."

I laughed and then he laughed and then he adjusted a few more dials and the TARDIS jerked it's way to what was supposed to Crepsculo and turned out to be the farming colony of Ringgoolu.

I laughed even harder.

But it was pretty clear that these cows were not bionic. In fact they looked a lot like this:

They sort of blinked at us, materialising out of nowhere was bound to confuse them… they saw cows are rather smart you know. Then they just went back to eating their magenta flaxy stuff. You could tell that it still gave the Doctor the hebegebes though, which was WELL hilarious. Same look of disgust he has for cats, really, after New Earth and all. But he didn’t have long to look upset because it was at this moment that a blue fellow appeared riding some sort of golf cartish hovercraft thing and started yelling at us.

“Why are you landing in the Websing fields?!” he shouted, “We have very specific landing regulations on Ringgoolu, you’ll find if you’ve read the brochure! You can’t just land willy nilly!”

The Doctor’s eyes sort of lit up and he did that grinny thing he does when he’s very excited and he said; “Ringgoolu. You don’t mean the Ringgoolu which is home to Zebdinger’s Zumulous Zweets?!”

“Of course I do!” said Mr Blue, “What other Ringgoolu is there?”

The Doctor looked like he was about to correct him but refrained cause I leaned my head towards him and said; “Zebdinger’s Zumulous Zweets?”

“Remember those chocolate bubbles we got at that bazaar?”

I did, they were amazing. They were like bubbles you blow but made of chocolate and we spent hours trying to catch them on our tongues. Which got the TARDIS, and ourselves, rather messy, but was soooo worth it. I nodded.

“Zebdinger’s Zumulous Zweets!” he said and I squeed. “And that’s not all they’ve got, they make hundreds-”

“Thousands,” corrected Mr Blue.

“Thousands of sweets, mostly chocolate. Guess she knew just what we needed,” he said and pat the blue doors of the TARDIS. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a tour, you know, maybe… free samples?” He did that ear tugging thing here.

“Of course we have, hence visitors. Now would you mind moving your vehicle? We’ve lost far too much of the Gurgle plant (magenta flaxy stuff) to spare any by people landing in the middle of our fields!”

I half expected him to agrue that the TARDIS was no mere vehicle but I suppose it was down to the power of chocolate that prevented him. We moved the TARDIS to the visitor’s parking and then started our tour.

And seriously, this place was like how I imagined Willy Wonka’s place to look like until I saw the film. There wasn’t a field of candy mushrooms or anything, but there was a chocolate waterfall. And they had a chocolate castle too, made entirely of bricks of chocolate. It was kept in a room that was temperature controlled so all there was to worry about was bites being taken out of it, which there were hefty fines for. It had a molten chocolate moat and everything. The Doctor looked positively horrified that he couldn’t eat any, but I read in the brochure that they sold replicas at the little shop. Think like this, only, well... life size:

I was starting to think that maybe we’d managed to land somewhere where we weren’t going to have to fix something or save someone or… run from a giant shaggy monster that flew out of a downstairs corridor that might not technically have been on the tour but was far too interesting, what with the Chocolate Experiments: Do Not Enter sign and the locked door which means nothing to a man with a sonic screwdriver. Alas I was wrong.

It sort of looked like a dog, but about the size of a council house and with tonnes of hair in thick ropes over it’s whole body. It didn’t even look mean, but it sure was scary what with the leaping and the growls and stuff.

We obviously took a wrong turn, it wasn’t like everything was labeled, so we might’ve gone right when we should have gone left because we were well lost right quick and the sonic doesn’t have a ‘locate chocolate experiments’ setting. Instead we ended up in some old abandoned underground tunnels that looked like they might’ve carried things in and out of the factory at some point but had been long out of use. Anyway it was at this point, as we were chatting about a chocolate pie eating contest the Doctor had been in a couple hundred years ago and how he’d only lost cause a Poraxian had cheated, that this thing came flying at us. I ducked, and am a little embarrassed to say I screamed, and the Doctor held the sonic in front of us like he could use it as a weapon at all.

“What is that?!” I cried.

He shook his head, “I have no idea.”

“Oh, great.” I said.

“Run!” he said back.

So we ran, and of course the Doctor had a brilliant plan about trapping him in the dungeons of the chocolate castle that involved using me as bait and jumping out of a window and directly into the chocolate moat while the Doctor sealed off the chocolate dungeon doors.

Turns out it was called a Tilden Woo, a pack animal used on a planet called Bumden Minor that has escaped it’s shackles while being transferred to an Earth Colony on Eros II and gotten loose on Ringgoolu, which wouldn’t have been too bad except for the fact that Websing was their favourite food, and also the secret ingredient to Zebdingers Zumulous Zweets… the cows ate it and their milk was sweeter. We were told this in secrecy and swore not to tell, but I figure not of my readers are going to be in that time or galaxy so I am fairly certain it’s okay.

As a reward for catching the Tilden we received a free years supply of Zebinger’s products plus however much we could fit in our vehicle (we both laughed profusely over that but didn’t share the joke, suffice it to say, having seen our vehicle, Mr Blue didn’t think it’d be that much). We took cart loads. Gifts, all that… plus, well they had chocolate bananas, I am sure you can see how that would go down. We waved goodbye to everyone there and the Doctor spun us into the Time Vortex before we exchanged glances and then ran to the new formed chocolate storing room to eat a chocolate castle complete with moat replica.

Until next time.

Entry Twenty-eight- Bolomo (3)

I never really thought that I'd ever get to the point my life where I had to go back to work at Henrick's Department Store. I mean, it wasn't so bad, at a time. Mum even thought it was a bit posh, but I'm a different person now, and going back to work in a shop after travelling and helping people and saving things and all that stuff that I'd done with the Doctor... it was the worst thing that I could imagine.


But I didn't have any other choice. I could have grieved for myself but I had much more important grieving to do. And I missed time and space, obviously, it'd become my life. and I missed every minuted of it. But I missed the Doctor more. Some nights I'd go back to the TARDIS and with a torch, the lights were never on anymore. I couldn't really stay away. I'd wander the halls, exploring rooms I'd never seen before, play dress up in the wardrobe, just like we'd done sometimes, when I begged. I slept in my bed sometimes. I never moved anything, it was all the way it had been when we'd been travelling.

I spent the majority of my time in the console room. It was bleak, depressing really. After Christmas, with the Sycorax, when the TARDIS hadn't been able to translate the language into my head, I'd asked the Doctor what the TARDIS would ever do without him. I knew they were connected, I don't know... physically or something. He said that she probably wouldn't. Time Lords are connected with their TARDISes and if the Time Lord dies the TARDIS has no purpose anymore, and will just... die of grief. Now, standing in the console room, I believed it.


Sometimes I would run my hand over her controls or against the coral columns and sometimes I'd feel a faint hum in my head that was either very faint or wishful thinking, but most of the time I felt nothing. She might've been even more hollow than me.

And life went on. As it must.

I wasn't happy, I wasn't content, I wasn't even myself anymore. And I could tell that people were concerned. Mum could hardly concentrate on anything else and Shareen would come by to watch EastEnders and Hollyoaks, but I couldn't figure out what was going on anymore. They were just actors doing... acting things on a screen. It wasn't important. We'd go out for drinks with Keisha, and they'd try on flirting with boys, but I couldn't react.

I knew that I had to snap out of it, and I tried. I didn't know when would be too long, when everyone would get tired to feeling sorry for me and start feeling annoyed. I didn't think it could be much longer. And I tried I really did, but I couldn't... I just couldn't move on.

And then one night, not any different than any other night, I was tucked up into my bed sleeping and I heard my name. Just once, and not loudly, not alarming, not anything except that it was obviously his voice.

I figured that I had to have been dreaming. But then the next night it was the same. He was calling me again, only this time slightly more urgently. And when I awoke from it, I forced myself back into sleep. He never said anything besides my name, and I knew that it was just my imagination, my mind hearing what it wanted to hear, but I started spending as much time as possible asleep. I called into work sick, I told mum I had a headache one day, a stomach ache the next. I knew that she was concerned, but I didn't care because as long as I was asleep, he'd be talking to me.

And then it wasn't just when I was asleep. One night when Shareen was over for EastEnders I was sitting on the couch eating chips when I heard my name again, clear as day. I stopped mid-chip.

"You okay?" Shareen asked me, and I just nodded. What was I supposed to say. 'My best friend, the most important person in the entire universe, you know the dead one? He was just talking to me in my head'? Hardly.

And then it wasn't just my name. It was "Rose, can you hear me?" or "You can do this, Rose, just..." or "Come on, Rose".

And then really weird things started happening. One day I walked into my bedroom in the Powell Estate and it was my bedroom in the TARDIS. I stared for a moment then went out and went back in again. It was my Powell Estate bedroom again. For an hour another day mum's hair was curly like it had been at day I'd saved and then lost Dad. Another the manager of Henrick's was the one that'd been manager when it'd been blown up rather than the one I had now.

And then Mickey came over. Mickey who'd been living in a parallel universe just the day before. And he acted like I was the mental one, like I was confused, didn't know what was going on. Which... I was starting to think was true.

Then finally, the inevitable. The sky filled with ships. Harriet Jones was Prime Minister again. Mickey had a gigantic gun I'd never seen him with before. Shareen had a baby she'd never given birth to. The Jagrafess was living in my ceiling, I screamed as a Gelth took over mum's body, Mickey was deleted and Keisha turned into a gold statue golem type thing. My head felt like it was going to explode.

So when the door to the flat burst open with choruses of "ex-ter-min-ate" I was hardly surprised. In fact, when they started speaking to me, I was annoyed. I didn't want to hear the ultimatums, I didn't care. Everything had been taken, and it was time.

"Daleks!" I yelled and they all stopped their chorus. "Remember your emperor? You wanna know how he died? That was me. Some stupid little human girl took all of the Time Vortex and turned him into dust! Now what do you have to say about that?"

Predictably, what they had to say was exterminate. Which had been the goal afterall. Because this wasn't right, there was something wrong, and if there was anything that could fix it I had a fairly good idea that this was it. I am not sure how many of them took aim at me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain, cause I was fairly sure that it hurt like hell anyway. It did. My whole body seared and boiled and just before I hit the floor in a heap my eyes flew open.

I was lying in that room full of mirrors back on that planet with the factory and the Doctor was hovering over me, and he grinned when he saw my eyes open and said, "Bout time!"

My mouth fell open and I tried to sit but there was something around my head preventing me. The Doctor soniced it off and I flew into his arms. I couldn't quite believe that he was here, and he was fine and just... not dead. But he was there sort of laughing at me because I was sobbing into his lapel.


"Oh, Rose... it's okay now. All the equipment's off now and look you're back!"

I knew I must look a wreck, but I mean... I was well happy! It was only then that I sort of looked around and said, "What. the. Hell?"

"This," he said waving his arms around the room, "was the Dream Factory on the planet Bolomo. It was built so that people could come here for holidays or whatever and they'd go into dreams which the neurological enhancer would propigate into well... the best thing they could dream up. Cheaper than a real holiday and takes about .2 percent the time it would be if all that was acted out in real time. Bet it felt like months, nah, was just about ten minutes.
"
I shook my head, "That was no dream." I said, hooking a thumb at the equipment I'd just been attached to.

"No, it wouldn't be," the Doctor said, nodding, "no cause it all went wrong, didn't it. Like it always goes wrong when you try to take the easy way of things. They realised there was no way to block out the nightmares. People'd pay good money to come for a lovely holiday and they'd end up in their worst fears. Pretty soon the whole thing was overrun with nightmares, there was no stopping it. They tried to cut back on costs by using robotic workers who'd hone in on live humanoid creatures and hook them into the machines, there's feeding tubes and of course the neuroplastic helmet."

"Of course."

"Yeah. But eventually the corporation was given a red card and every living thing moved out, everyone knows now to go to Bolomo now. Well, there's nothing here but the Dream Factory, and that's what you're keen to avoid. Bit of bad lucky for us, I'd say. I thought for awhile you were going to be in there for hours and hours. I might've gotten awfully bored."

I rolled my eyes and then got indignant, "Well why didn't they take you?"

"Don't be silly, course they did. Hooked me in same as you, just got myself out sooner. All you've got to do is die. Of course... you have to realise you're in a dream first, I suppose. That's the trick really. But then again, I'm very clever."

"What did you see?" I asked him.

"Oh, you know, but what about you? Did the world end? Earth, I mean, Earth."

I shook my head, "The Earth was there. It was- well anyway, can we get out of here first. Please?"

He nodded, used his sonic on the helmety thing again, zapping it so that smoke rose. I figured he'd just knackered it. I supposed the whole place was safe now. Then he stood, took my hand and off we trundled to the TARDIS.

"Probably best," he said, "battling your head does work up an appetite and I've just remember the most fantastic nut sugar loaf you can only get at this tiny stop on this tiny planet in the Zolgi System. What do you say?"

I nodded, fiddling with my hoop earring and pretending to think about. "Yeah, nut sugar loaf sounds about right."

Until next time.

Entry Twenty-seven- Bolomo (2)

It's funny cause I always figured that dying would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. The worst thing that could happen to anyone. Obviously, my lifestyle is a bit conductive towards the dangerous and there've been many instances where death seemed to be staring me in the face. But it'd always been worth it. I would never regret going with the Doctor, not ever, and there are some things that are just more important than me. Plenty of things I'd be willing to give my life for.

I was wrong. Death is merciful.

I could hear the whiring of wheels and the Daleks talking amongst themselves and was fairly sure that I had only moments left but I couldn't hear what they were saying and I didn't care. I was lying on the ground curled up in a ball, my hand still tangled up in the Doctor's, and my face resting on his chest. I kept thinking that if I just waited... I am very attached to this current regeneration of the Doctor's (as you probably know) but I'd prefer any regeneration to him just... lying there.

I waited for a long time, my face pressed against the Doctor's pinstriped suit jacket, until I realised that it was quiet. Too quiet. And when I turned my face to look towards where the Daleks had been they were just gone. I sat up then, looked around, couldn't quite believe it, considering it made no sense. They were supposed to kill me, instead they'd just left me there, which was about six million times worse.

For a long time I just stared, and then I started to cry. And I am not sure that I have ever cried like that before. There'd been times, back when everything went wrong with Jimmy especially, when I realised I'd never know my dad, when I lost him the second time those had been tears. I'd cried, and cried hard, but this was different this was like losing everything. I could sit here and try to explain what I was feeling, hallow, sick, chest compressions, all that stuff that is just words, there's just no way.

I don't remember pulling the Doctor back into the TARDIS and I don't remember activating Emergency Protocol One, but the next thing I knew I was in the same position I'd been in, only now the Doctor's suit jacket was covered in tears and Mum was knocking on the TARDIS door from the outside and calling my name. Maybe she could hear my sobs from outside, I couldn't tell, but she sounded worried.

And then somehow I must've opened the door cause she was rushing in, holding me and asking what had happened. I stayed where I was, sobs racking through my body, she stayed with me and hours later when my tears dried up but I still refused to move, she brought me tea that went untouched and then finally she put a blanket over me when I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I was there, but it was a long time. Even I could tell that it was a long time, but I couldn't get myself to move. The TARDIS got dimmer and dimmer until the lights went out all together and I could no longer feel her humming in my mind. And I still couldn't move. I think it was days. Mum kept bringing in tea and sandwiches, a pizza once, and I ate some but not enough, and she'd sit with me some and try to talk but I didn't respond, I couldn't say anything.

And then one day I got up. My legs would hardly move and my heart felt like it weighed about five tonnes but I got up and I got myself out of the TARDIS. It was parked down the street from the Estate, just where it'd landed when he'd sent me back from the Daleks that first time.


Then I went home. Mum was happy to see me out, obviously. She had a client when I went in, and I was sure I looked a complete wreck, but she hurried up to finish and then we sat down with a cup of tea and I told her everything. The tears came back then. She held me and we talked.

"But, I thought that when he was hurt he just changed his face," she said, genuinely confused so that I didn't fault her for asking even though it hurt.

I wiped tears off my face and shrugged a bit. We'd talked about it, the Doctor and me, after Christmas, when he'd been getting all his strength back, and we all exchanged gifts and did the domestic thing until he felt one hundred percent and we couldn't get out of there fast enough. He told me all about it, regeneration, and I thought I understood. Time Lords could repair themselves, change their whole bodies, twelve times, thirteen different bodies, so long as they were dying. Not dead. All those times he'd been scared, ready to die for the rest of the world, he wasn't being glib, he would die and not regenerate if it was fast enough.

She drew me a bath and I changed my clothes, ones that I'd left behind, old clothes, too big but comfortable. And then I went back into the living room.

"Mum, will you cut my hair?" I asked. And she didn't seem happy about it but she nodded and cut my hair into a short crop that went just below my ears, and gave me fringe, into kind of a twenties bob.

I wasn't sure how it looked. I didn't care how it looked. That wasn't the point, I just needed to change.

When it was time to go to bed I left the flat, took a torch with me, and went to sleep on the TARDIS. I knew it was a bit bleak, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to be near him, and I cried myself to sleep again.

This went on for about a week before I went back to the Powell Estate one morning and Shareen and Keisha were there. Mum had obviously spun them some story, probably near the truth but something involving South America which is where I was meant to be. We chatted and I might've smiled once or twice even.

Finally Shareen put both her hands on the table and smiled at me sympathetically. "Rose, they're hiring at Henrick's again. And I talked to Susan, down there and she said that cause you were on the premises during that explosion you'd be guarnteed a job," she looked between Keisha and mum then, probably for fortitude and then spoke again, "We all discussed it and we thought it might be best for you to start working again."

More later...

Entry Twenty-six- Bolomo

I know I'm rubbish, scold me it may make me proactive enough to post more often. But you try not being distracted while travelling in time and space!

Anyway, we headed out to the Vendala Cluster to watch one of the the stars turn supernova. I do accept that I'm not all that scientific-y but I must admit I was a bit wary about it, exploding stars don't seem like the place you'd like to picnic, but of course the Doctor assured me it was just fine, or 'more than fine it's brilliant!'. But apparently this particular supernova wouldn't be discovered to have occurred for over three hundred years, and then only because it would cause the creation of a whole new cluster itself. I asked how that worked if we were seeing it now, but he said tht we didn't count since we were only seeing it cause we knew about it after the fact, and that it'd be an abuse of our position as time travellers. But he said it was okay to tell mum and to blog about it since you lot are in the Vendala Cluster's past. Fancy that, I watched a star die today that wouldn't even have been born yet in the year I'm supposed to be living. It's all a bit timey wimey but I took a photo, here it is:


It was beautiful. Just space, as if 'just space' really exists, one moment and then the whole thing, well... expanded.

The TARDIS sort of blew sideways and we were both thrown to the side with the TARDIS door open. It was like the TARDIS was on water and we were going down a slide. Like what I'd imagine it'd be like going over a waterfall in a barrel. It was brilliant and gorgeous and a million different adjectives that I simply can not describe.

But after that we thought it'd be a good idea to go somewhere to land, the poor TARDIS did get a bit of a jostle and even though she'd very versatile we don't want to irritate her... she's rather important... and it was definitely time to find some sort of trouble. So we stuck her on randomise cause sometimes I'm convinced that the Doctor's seen everything but he magically sees it all again for the first time through my eyes. But on randomise we never know where we might end up, neither of us, so when we open the TARDIS door there could be anything on the other side. And that's a brilliant feeling, exhilarating.

This time when we opened the door we were in the middle of this great big grassy field just randomly sat there with no one else around. Nothing in the sky, nothing on the streets, and there were streets. Nothing just this gigantic looking factory type thing:


So, well... where else were we going to go? The factory thing was all but empty, it looked like thousands of people should have been working this thing but it all but empty. There wasn't a single soul inside so far as I could see. There was tonnes of equipment around and stuff, and the Doctor started going through it, all proper like, spectacles on and everything. I wandered into an adjoining room to do a bit of my own investigation. The whole room was covered in mirrors, which caused kind of a brilliant effect with thousands of Rose Tylers reflecting at me. And there was this sort of hospital bed in the middle of the room. Well I say hospital bed but it was really a sort of cot with IVs set up near it. It was a bit weird really, but I figured that this must be some sort of experimental facility, which could either be kind of cool or kind of terrifying. I tried on cool, but just then the Doctor practically ran into the room and grabbed my hand.

"I know where we are, Rose, I'll explain on the TARDIS, but we have to go, now."

Well I wasn't going to argue that, when the Doctor says we have to flee then we really have to flee, even if I didn't know what it was or what was going on the look on his face was enough to tell me that we needed going now. I just nodded and we both started running for the exit.

And we were about halfway across the main factory area when everything just went black.

The next thing I knew the Doctor, with the same panicked tone to his voice, was shaking me awake.

"Rose! Wake up, we've got to get to the TARDIS."

I wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, if I'd just passed out or blanked out or been knocked out I had no idea, but it was clear that I was gone there for a moment, which was more than a little weird, but I quickly forgot it due to the fact that the Doctor was still panicking us out of this place as fast as we could reach the TARDIS door.

The ground was sort of shaking like some sort of earthquake, though he said it was more like a haemovortic electrical storm. I slammed the door shut behind us and he gave me the sort of look that told me we might be in a hurry but please be careful of my ship and so I ran my hand along a column and heard her hum in my mind.

He started switching switches and cranking levers and was smiling like usual and running off some anecdote about Venusian Mangoes, which made me smile too. And it was just like usual. Until it all went pear shape.

Suddenly all the poor went out, and we both sort of stared at the time rotor confused. And then the door just sort of exploded from the outside in. Scrapes of the poor TARDIS went flying everywhere and so forcefully that we had to duck behind the console to keep from being impaled. And it was very very quiet. And we were very very quiet listening to whatever it was that had just broken through the TARDIS door because you knew that couldn't be good.

And then there was this little whiring of wheels and this sentence: "The Doct-tor and his com-pan-ion will leave the TAR-DIS." And so far as I know there's only one creature in the universe that sounds like that, and I was fairly sure that they were all supposed to be dead. I'd turned them all into dust. I thought. Now I obviously couldn't see myself but I was fairly sure that I was blanching, and I hadn't previously noticed that I was holding the Doctor's hand quite so tightly but I apparently was.

"Come on," he said, standing and getting ready to just walk out there. I didn't move. "Rose, they've just blasted open the TARDIS door, we can't just hide in here they'll just come in."

I nodded, he had a point really, so I stood and we walked out of the TARDIS together. Now I am not exactly sure what it was that I was expecting but it really wasn't an entire army of Daleks. A few maybe, not that it would matter, I'd once seen one Dalek take out two hundred people without a blink of it's eyestalk, but an army was... worse. Much worse. And they were all staring at us.

"You are the Doc-tor, you are registered as ene-my of the Daleks, you will be exter-min-ated."

The Doctor held up one of his hands and said "Well now wait just-" and then that was all he got out cause the Dalek that had just been speaking aimed his gunstalk and just... fired.

I was a bit out of body then, slow motion maybe. But I was aware of myself screaming my throat raw and the shot hit the Doctor square on the chest, his whole body sort of lit up like he was struck by lightening or something and then he was crumpled on the floor. He wasn't breathing, and neither of his hearts were beating. Just... nothing. And I really didn't want to think the word dead but at that point... what other word is there. I felt completely numb and my head was ringing. There'd been plenty of times travelling with the Doctor that I'd thought I was going to die, but I'd never known it before.

More later...

Entry Twenty-five - Earth (St Croix, 3427)

If there is one thing you do before you die... well feasible thing that I could suggest given that I believe my target audience is human and, well, on planet Earth, you must go to St Croix and eat crab on the beach with your best friend.

In a lot of ways the year 3427 seems so close, well compared with the year five billion at least, but in some ways it's still so far away from where I come from. 1,421 years. That's a long time really when you think about it. Long enough, anyway, for them to invent the self-freezing daiquiri:

...which pretty much look exactly like regular daiquiris only they are loads more convenient. I had strawberry and the Doctor is far too obsessed with bananas. I know, something about self-freezing liquid seems a bit unnatural, but the Doctor assured me that it was completely natural enzymes used to kick start the freezing process. Either way, very handy for taking crabs onto beaches that are impossible to access without boat or TARDIS. This one had sea turtles. Sea turtles! They burrowed and laid eggs on this particular beach (the Doctor made sure to land during turtle season). There's something brilliant about nature preserves, it's all a bit National Trust. Plus... sea turtles! So cute even their eggs are cute.

After we finished eating our crabs (which weren't half as nice as I thought they'd be, not quite like those lobster like things on Paris) and were properly covered with butter sauce to the point where we actually had to go back into the TARDIS to use the sink, I decided that it never really feels like a holiday if you're sleeping in your own bed. I settled into the sand with a spare blanket (much more comfortable than you'd think and the Doctor read a book with this little head lamp thing that he picked up in that parallel world with the Cybermen. I think it was the most adorkable thing I've ever seen; observe:

Obviously not the best of photos. But anyway, it was nice to drift off on the beach, like a proper drifter. But come morning it was best to move the TARDIS to town where it was slightly less conspicuous than an empty nature preserved beach.

In town I bought: silver toe rings (three and they all go on at once, interconnecting, it's pretty cool, the metal weaves itself together, the Doctor thinks they are ridiculous), a silver bracelet with a little hooky thing, and this piece of fabric that ties around my waist over my swimming costume. And then we got a couple more self-freezing daiquiris and went out on the beach.

By the way, the Doctor never changes his clothes, ever, I swear. I mean, well yeah, he changes his shirts and ties and I suppose it's possible that stored away in his bedroom in the TARDIS, which I know exists but I've never seen, there could be dozens of brown pinstripe suits. Or there could be a dry cleaner... though I rather doubt it. All I know is that I take my laundry home for mum to wash. Anyway, one might think that for the beach he'd feel the need to... well not wear a full suit and tie, especially as I was going about in my red bikini that I looked rather fabulous in if I do say so myself. At least he took off his trainers and rolled up his trouser legs. But he brought along things to tinker with and fix, while I lay out soaking up the sun and reading trashy magazines.

"You know what?" the Doctor said blowing on some sort of weird glass globey thing to rid it of sand.

"Well, I know you probably shouldn't be doing delicate repairs on a beach with sand."

"Cheeky. And I'm wondering if you want to rethink that swimming costume."

"Oi!" I said, trying very hard to be offended but not quite managing. "What?"

He was silent for a few moments until I rolled over slightly and moved my sunnies to my forehead, he twisted a couple of wires and then turned his attention from the whatever device. "How can you read those?" he asked me nodding towards my magazine.

Okay, I know that my chosen reading material is a bit... well, stupid. And I do try to read books more than I used to, especially with the TARDIS having such an extensive library. But, well, me and school never quite got along very well. In fact, I left without getting any A Levels. But he's always chastising me for reading gossip magazines. But there's so many, different countries, different planets, different times, different publications. And they're completely brilliant. I laughed. "They're brilliant."

"They're so not." Which is what he always says even though it's at this point where he always sneaks a peak... and just on cue; "Is that an Auton?"

"That's Posh."

"What's posh?"

"Spice!"

"Oh right," he didn't even bother to hide his peeking again, "You sure?"

I laughed and passed him a magazine. He'll never say he enjoyed it, but let's just say he read it.

Oh, and here is a photo of St Croix, gorgeous huh?


It wasn't until the next day that we broke out the floaties. And they were completely mad. Let me tell you, water floaties from the future are soooo much better than water floaties from now. They have have propellers, they have little jets that turn a floaty circle into a jacuzzi, they even have unfolding button operated blow up water slides, full size. We were so the envy of the beach, I tell you, the kids were sooo jealous. I might've felt bad if we didn't leave a couple of them for the future use of whoever wanted to use them. I am not sure the lifeguards were too keen on that, but I think they secretly couldn't wait to try them out late at night.

It's funny cause when I was small and then in school I couldn't wait for holidays and I am not saying that this one wasn't brilliant. I got a tan, I ate crabs on the beach, I drank many a self-freezing daiquiri, and I played with water floaties, but in the end of the day I was sort of itching for some sort of hostile alien take over. I was grateful for the warmth though. Next, I figured we should land in the middle of some sort of planet's rebellion, just to liven things up a bit. I was not expecting what the Doctor said next.

"We should visit Heather Little."

That got my attention. I was in the middle of shelling shrimps for my dinner. "Heather Little? MySpace friend, Dancing Daleks Heather Little?"

"Do you know another Heather Little?"

"Well, I don't really know that Heather Little."

"You know of her."

That was true. Plus, she'd drawn some pretty fantastic pictures of us, although (not to gripe) my eyes are brown.

Here they are:

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Inside-The-Doctor-s-Brain-104562170

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Dance-of-the-Daleks-105173265

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Merry-Christmas-Rose-107322288

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Merry-Christmas-Doctor-107327636


The thing about travelling in the TARDIS is this: Yes, there are adventures and danger and running, and helping people, but there's also seeing new things and meeting new people, and sightseeing. Everyday is a holiday. We're in St Croix now (I got TAN!). And tomorrow we could be testifying at a Slitheen's hearing on Raxacoricophallapatorius or we could be at Disney World, visiting Heather Little.

Until next time.

Entry Twenty-four - TARDIS

I woke up this morning and literally slipped on a banana peel. I mean proper falling to the floor limbs akimbo (that's a great word, isn't it?) slipping. How often does that happen in the real world? And it's really not a-peeling (I'm sorry, I had to) to wake up and immediately have my toes all squished through with excess blackened banana remains.

I screamed until the Doctor came flying down the hall and burst into my room, sonic screwdriver in hand. "What? What's wrong?!"

I stopped yelling, my mouth still hanging open. We just stared at each other for a moment while he assessed the situation, apparently realising that there were no Cybermen hanging out in my room, and then we both burst out laughing.

"You left a banana peel on the floor," I said, still laughing.

He tucked the sonic back into his breast pocket, "Well I was hungry!"

"And you couldn't go to the kitchen to eat your banana?"

"Well why? I was reading!"

I rolled my eyes and didn't point out the fact that he's always hungry, or that there's a rubbish bin five feet away, or that eating bananas and discarding the peels on the floor of other people's bedrooms is just bad form. I was too busy laughing.

"You're making pancakes for that," I said, joking, but when I got to the galley a half hour later, all showered and dressed for a new day, there were pancakes. Banana pancakes.

***

I am sick of cold planets. We always go to cold planets, sometimes I think he takes some sort of perverse pleasure in making sure I am always freezing my arse off. And I swear, he's never cold, something about advanced metabolism... another superior physiology thing I wish I had. But anyway with planet Earth coming up on Christmas, linearly (as MySpace informs me), the Doctor promised me a warm Caribbean holiday. Mostly after this encounter:

Me: -noticing a door I'd previously never noticed- What's in here?

Him: Oh, uh, that's the transiductinal loop disengager... mumble mumble mumble...

Me: The what?

Him: You know, the trans-mumble mumble mumble...

Me: You have no idea what's in there, do you?

Him: No idea.

Me: No idea?

Him: Nope.

Me: Seriously, Doctor, it could be Narnia in there!

Him: Oh, well that's a bit unlikely...

Me: -rolls eyes-

Him: -laughs- Well it is!

Once I convinced him that whatever was behind the door was likely completely brilliant and he sonicked the door open it became clear that what was in that room was completely brilliant. It was, apparently, the room full of blow up water floaties. I'm sorry, that needs repeating, a whole room full of blow up floaties!

"I was wondering where all this stuff went!" he said, with so much glee that I couldn't quite help being gleeful myself.

"Doctor," I said, "we are so going to the beach."

"Brilliant! Caribbean? Ocean is green there, you've never been to Earth oceans in that area before, have you? Nah, only Wales for you, yeah? How about 3427? Great year. They invent the self freezing daiquiri that year!"

"Brilliant!" I said back.

And then we popped round to the most snow covered rock I'd ever seen, just to get Melganberry icees.

Entry Twenty-two - Jacowitz

When I woke up for breakfast Ariella was already drinking a cuppa in the galley and the Doctor wasn't anywhere to be found. This is not entirely unusual. Besides getting into trouble and saving planets I think that his favourite activity in the universe is TARDIS repair, which takes place pretty much anywhere within it's voluminous size.

I made eggs and beans and toast and served up two helpings. "I have to leave," Ariella finally said and I frowned.

"Really? Why?"

"I need," she sighed and then started over, "Jacowitz needs me."

I shook my head, "But we can drop you off right when we got you."

It was obvious that she knew I was going to say that before I said it, though with Ari that's just par for course. "I know that. I really do know that, but it's just... the last time I travelled with you I was so young. I knew I had responsibilities, but I couldn't quite fathom what that really meant. Now it's so different. Now, I can feel my people inside my head, I can speak to them, they speak to me. I'm connected with them and the planet. I know how they need me, and I need them."

I was a bit sad, but I understood. It all made sense and everything but that didn't mean I wouldn't miss her.

"I'll miss you too," she said.

I paused and then smiled, "It's a little creepy when you do that."

She smiled that brilliant smile of hers, "I try not to, you know. But it's hard for me, I forget. It's hard. I hear all kinds of things."

I blanched slightly wondering what it was that she meant by that. Plus, well I didn't entirely want her digging through my mind, there are things in there. Private things. "Yeah?" I said.

She laughed, "Nothing bad! Really. I just, well, you know, if you ever want to talk about things I'm always here, well, not here but I'll always be there. For you."

I smiled and nodded, I knew.

"Good," she said. I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway and she laughed. "I'd say the same to him."

"Oh, why? What have I done now?" the Doctor said from the doorway, buttoning up the sleeves of his shirt.

"You missed breakfast," I said.

His face fell, "Oh, no, really?"

I laughed at how crestfallen he really looked, "I'm kidding. There's more eggs, the kettle's full, and I can pop more break in the toaster. More importantly, Ari has something to tell you."

He was halfway through pouring a cup of tea before looked at Ariella, "Oh," he said and put down the mug. "Okay."

"Oh, don't be like that, I'll always be here in spirit," she laughed and the Doctor put on the falsest smile I've ever seen.

She wrinkled her nose and then reached her hand out and touched his temple and they proceeded to have a kind of conversation apparent only as their expressions changed and ended when Ariella laughed. I felt a bit left out, actually.

But then the Doctor served himself up some breakfast and we talked about happy things while trying not to think about Ariella leaving us. Though, of course, it was inevitable. And we could always go visit her soon. So after we'd eaten, dressed properly (yeah that was all me, I like my breakfast in my jim jams), and played a rousing game of Snakes and Ladders, the Doctor put the coordinates for Jacowitz into the console and a moment later I nearly flew across the console room as the TARDIS jerked its way to Ariella's home planet.

We opened up the doors to chaos. We were in the throne room and Ariella immediately saw all her advisors present but there were masses of other people everywhere. It took me a minute to realise that they were all the slaves from the Antalusian ship, and then only because they were wearing the bracelet teleporters. They must have just arrived. An idea what was only supported by the unconcious Antalusians on the floor, who were already cuffed and being hauled into custody by some very cool looking rhino headed things.

Ariella sprang into action immediately with an efficiently that left both me and the Doctor impressed. Really, we exchanged grinny looks and everything. It wasn't like we hadn't seen Ariella in action before, we had helped out with a couple of Sontaran invasions not to mention Antalusians, but most of the time she was so calm and graceful that you'd forget how impressive she can be. She told her advisors to get the refugees to the hospital wing as they hadn't been treated properly, and to get them all a square meal.

Before, when I was with them, they'd been in a sort of coma like sleep state. But now they were definitely awake and they were sort of panicky, but they were all corralled away to the hospital wing and Ariella began to make arrangements to have them taken to a planet called something like Samu where they could be educated and then taken into functioning society. It was all so quick that I hardly had a chance to register much of anything. And then Kit was standing in front of me.

"Rose!" he said, "It worked, thank you, everyone's free and everyone's safe. I don't know how you did it!"

I smiled, I was genuinely happy to see him (even if I definitely don't fancy him). "I didn't do anything, not really," I said, and then gestured vaguely, "It was mostly him."

"Oh, I don't know about that, couldn't have done it without you," the Doctor said, shoving his hands in his pockets in the way that he does and clicked his tongue a bit.

It reminded me of when we'd first met this bloke called Adam (he was very pretty but was pretty lame when it came to adventuring) and the Doctor let me impress him by telling me where we were so that I could deduct it for Adam. I wasn't as good at deducting things then. Now, I'm brilliant, if I do say so myself. But he didn't have to do that, the Doctor I mean, I wasn't all that interested in impressing Kit.

"Yeah, he probably could of," I said.

"Nah, she's just being modest," the Doctor said.

"I'm not," I said.

Then the Doctor opened his mouth to say something else, probably a cheeky remark repudiating what I'd just said, like he does, but Kit broke in then, big old grin. "Is this your copulation partner then?" he asked me and I think my mouth dropped about fifty feet (if that were possible). We were both silent for a moment and then Ariella started laughing from across the room. In fact she was laughing so hard that I thought she was going to hurt herself.

My mouth was still hanging open and Kit was looking at me curiously, I could not turn my head to look at the Doctor, I was sure he was right horrified. "Um, no, Kit, he's just... we're just mates, friends, we travel together, but it's not like that." Which was probably one of my less eloquent sentences. Basically I wanted to die.

It was at this point that I became aware that the Doctor was laughing. And Ari was shooting me very amused looks from across the room.

Kit looked a bit confused, but said nothing. Instead he just thanked me again and then I gave him a hug, which Ariella took a photo of:


And then he went on his way with the rest of his people. He'd go, get a meal and be looked at by Ari's medical team and then he'd be educated and get to start all over again. I knew he'd be brilliant. Once everyone was cleared out of the throne room Ariella, who was still giggling, came back over and jabbed me lightly in the arm with her elbow and laughed again.

I shook my head, "Get out of my head!" I said, but not offended.

She smiled and I smiled and shook my head again and then we linked arms and went in to tea, the Doctor trailing behind us. I love Jacowitz food, they have little crustless sandwiches, and brilliant fairy cakes, and banana donuts of course, and they make the best soup I have ever tasted, and this lovely juice made from Jacowitzian fruit called Horalb (but no wine due to an incident once upon a time that no one needs ever hear the tale of). It was a gorgeous tea, overall, and we ate slowly cause once we were finished we knew that it'd be time for us to take off in the TARDIS and Ari to go back to her job. But even the three of us couldn't prolong it forever and eventually the table was cleared and it was time to go.

Hugs were exchanged, and promises were made that we'd see each other soon (but those promises are always made and always broken). Then the Doctor took my hand and we went back into the TARDIS.

"Rose Tyler and pretty boys," he said doing that little sniffing thing he does and then grinned even though I knew he was just a sorry that Ariella was leaving as I was.

I rolled my eyes, playing along, "Need I remind you of a certainly lady known as Reinette?" He pulled a face, "I didn't think so."

He laughed a bit and the poked me in the ribs and I poked him back and then he took the TARDIS and spun it into the Vortex.



Things I Have Learned About Romanadvoratrelundar:

- She was (is) a Time Lord... or, what do they call a female Time Lord? Time Lady, perhaps?

- She was the Doctor's assistant while finding the Key to Time (still unclear on what that's meant to be.

- She could choose what she wanted her regenerations to look like (need to ask about this more).

- She regenerated for fun (?).

- Her second regeneration got along absurdly well with the Doctor's fourth regeneration.

- She stayed in E-Space to help rebuild it.

- She became Madame President of Gallifrey.

- She realised that the Mona Lisa had not eyebrows.

- She looked like this (thank you TARDIS):


and like this:


Until next time.

Entry Twenty - Bellalux 5

I've been so rubbish about posting lately, my apologies. But when travelling with not one but two amazingly entertaining companions it's difficult to tear yourself away. Especially when one of them will have to be going soon. :-(

Anyway, I woke up the other day, not unusually, to "Rooooose, wake up, it's time for Bellalux 5!" I felt like I'd slept for five minutes, and who knows maybe I had only slept for five minutes, but the Doctor was there poking my feet and it was about time to see this gigantic aquarium. Which all sounded well and good to me.

Still, I groaned, "What time is it?"

(And I only put in this conversation because his reaction to that question was hilarious) He wrinkled his nose and said; "I don't know, and I don't often say that. But really -"

I cut him off here cause I knew he was going to launch into how the hour tends to disappear in the TARDIS. No proper morning, no night, sometimes Monday, never Sunday. "I know, I'm sorry. Where's Ariella?"

He grinned like the little boy I am sometimes convinced that he is under those 900+ years. "We get to wake her up next," he said and we practically ran to her room. Then he flung the door open and I launched myself onto her bed while he yelled something along the lines of "Wakey wakey!"

I've never seen anyone jump so high. I almost died laughing. Ariella screamed and we all bounced of her bed laughing once she realised it wasn't the four horsemen of the apocalypse waking her up and rather just... well, her rather immature friends. She clutched her chest and said, "You scared me to death!" The Doctor point out that she was, in fact, still alive, and we both rolled our eyes.

Then finally, "Bellalux 5?" she asked.

We both grinned and said in unison, "Bellalux 5!" but he continued, "They have a glitter fish. It looks like an Earth fish, mostly, but like it's been dipped in glitter. The multicoloured kind, not silver. And it refracts light, they've got these lamps so that when it swims around-" he paused them and waved a hand, "Oh you'll see."

Then Ariella and I dressed while he set course of Bellalux 5.

The first thing that is notable about Bellalux 5 is that it's obviously a tourist planet. It seems that in the future, which we were currently standing in, they have entire planets dedicated to different things. Whole zoo planets and museum planets, and the lot. In fact, the entire Bellalux System was museums of sort. Bellalux 1 was an Art Gallery, Bellalux 2 was the history of the Human Empire, Bellalux 3 was a Botanical Garden (like Kew he said, only bigger, much bigger and with plants from planets I'd never seen), Bellalux 4 was a zoo, and Bellalux 5 an aquarium. There are other Bellaluxes, but I don't remember them all. Most of them are histories to other races.

But anyway, today was Bellalux 5. The Aquarium Planet with the glitter fish.




There were fish from every planet with symmetric aquatic life , even Jacowitz (Ari was very excited and told us the entire history of the Sarinya fish, which we both listened to with our faces pressed against the glass). It was snow white with a red pattern that looked vaguely like Chinese writing. And it was the size of my leg. I was about to say how pretty it was when it suddenly just changed colour. I gaped, it was now purple and black and then it turned gold and green and then orange. Ariella seemed very pleased by my gobsmacked reaction

I can't really list every single fish we saw (and its not like we covered the whole planet or anything), so I'll only say about the ones that were especially impressive.

Expressly, the glitter fish, which is really called a Istamsislutinrev, which I could not pronounce despite many attempted pronunciation lessons (much harder than Raxacoricophallatatorius).


We just called it the glitter fish.

But, first off, it was HUGE. It was like someone took two of the Doctor and stood him on end then gave it the body of a blowfish, puffed out. Then, literally, just as the Doctor'd said, it was like it was dipped into a giant vat of glitter. It was covered (even though, obviously, it wasn't glitter it was it's skin, it just looked like glitter), and beautiful; refracting light the way he'd explained. They had multicoloured lights shining on it so that the whole room lit up and it threw rainbows all over the place. The Doctor grinned like he'd just discovered the first glitter fish ever.

"It's," I laughed, "it's amazing!"

Ariella held out a hand to watch the colours bouncing off it, I watched them off the Doctor's face, and he just grinned.

We spent a long time with the glitter fish. I was long past being surprised that when the Doctor said something was incredible, it was. But I hadn't been prepared for the incredible light. Eventually, though, we had to move on and we went to the shark tank, which had some truly amazing specimens. The Doctor pointed one of them out as being an Earth Great White. It didn't look very much like one and I said so.

"Oh, well, you know. The Earth moves on, so does evolution."

It had a lot more rows of teeth, and I couldn't see any eyes and there wasn't a fin. Nothing like Jaws. Here's a postcard:


Ariella sat down on a bench and stretched out her legs, "It's amazing, there's just so much out there," she said, "I've travelled with you. Seen a lot, but I'll never see it all. I could never travel long enough."

"I could never live long enough," I added.

The Doctor was silent for awhile then looked away a moment before looking back and smiling. "No point in griping. We can see it now, Bellalux 5. Here we are. Glitter fish. Sharks. Anything else?"

My mobile rang then, and Ariella looked a bit surprised as I jumped up and chatted with mum for awhile. Told her all about Bellalux, promised to buy her a present. Then I rejoined them on the bench.

"How's good old Jackie?" the Doctor asked.

"Fine. She inquired after you, I said you were fine." The Doctor seemed a bit pleased that she'd wanted to know, but I'd never say anything cause he'd just deny it.

Ariella shook her head, "I can't believe that thing," she nodded towards his breast pocket where we both knew the sonic screwdriver was resting, "can make your mobile call through time and space."



"Oh, it can do anything," the Doctor said, "well, it doesn't blend drinks or hoover. And it jams a bit when it's around hairdryers. But, it's very good at resonating things."

"Like concrete?" I laughed. He laughed. In joke.

"Like anything! Watch this!" he went over to the tank, aimed the sonic at the grouting in between the glass, and switched it on.

"Uh, Doctor?" Ariella said, her eyebrows togther.

He didn't pay much attention, but Ari and I were on our feet. Then suddenly the glass plate came off. The Doctor frowned for about .3 seconds and then the whole room filled with water. We ran. "I guess I didn't think that through," he said.

"Never doubt his technology," I said. We reached the TARDIS laughing, and I was rather glad we saved the shark tank for last. We dematerialised before the guards even reached the tank. We spun back about a week though, cause I wanted souvenirs and the Doctor said we couldn't miss the little shop. I got mum a tiny snowglobe and a mug for the TARDIS.

Entry Nineteen - Vesper

We stayed at the Powell Estate for two days. Mum was ecstatic and I am not sure Mickey left for the entire time. There was plenty of room with the TARDIS which the Doctor moved into my bedroom, mum wasn’t entirely happy about that but it was better than the living room and with everyone sleeping there it was impossible not to leave it in the courtyard. So in my bedroom it stayed and it was sort of like a big sleepover for two days. But then we all start to get antsy and we all knew it was time to shove off. The Doctor moved the TARDIS to downstairs and I collected up my laundry, kissed mum goodbye, hugged Mickey (knowing this would be the last time I’d probably ever see him), and then went down to the TARDIS.

Ariella was staring at the sky, well, the sun to be exact, and the Doctor was probably inside. I paused in front of her, about to ask if she was going in, but she spoke first.

“It’s mine, you know. That’s my star, the one I was born with and the one I will die with.” I hadn’t ever really thought of that. Each Nyklus was born at the same time as a star, Ariella’s was our sun. It seemed like such an expansive lifetime I couldn’t even fathom it.

Also, I’d seen it die. My first trip with the Doctor, I’d seen the sun expand and engulf the Earth with it, I’d been thinking of my planet, all the things left on it, even if there weren’t people. It had been hard to watch, but now all I could think was that I had been standing on Platform 5, and across the universe, on Jacowitz, Queen Ariella was dying.

But then she’d seen her fill and we both walked back into the TARDIS.

We decided that we’d had a bad enough time of it lately so the three of us, The Doctor, Ariella, and I, thought it’d be nice to have a bit of a fun day. Not that we’re not all big fans of trouble, because we obviously are, and the running, that can be brilliant too. But after everything that’d happened lately the Doctor set course for the planet Vesper which is a little bit like what Las Vegas looked like in films and stuff. It was like walking onto the set of Ocean’s Eleven complete with good looking blokes and high rolling casinos. And this apparently covered the whole planet.

The Doctor landed the TARDIS in an alleyway off of the high street and immediately after exiting we were engulfed by people. I know that Ariella had done her fair share of travelling at this point, with us and probably in her past and all that, but Jacowitz is such a docile place I am always convinced that Ari’s going to be overwhelmed with places like this.

Instead she nearly jumped up and down clapping her hands. The Doctor looked ridiculously chuffed, and I couldn’t help laughing with glee at the whole thing.

“Well, then,” he said after several moments of us all looking around at the all the people and tall buildings of neon and bright colours and everything, “to the casino?”

Ari and I exchanged glances then looked back at the Doctor, “Yeah!”

Ariella had plenty of money and insisted that she use her credits instead of the Doctor using jiggery pokery on an Instacredit machine, which, well we all knew was all kinds of wrong anyway. It seemed that the Doctor was very good at a game that very closely resembled poker and I wasn’t so bad with the slots. They both seemed to think it was very amusing that whenever I won a game I’d scream shrilly and jump up and down. I couldn’t quite help it though! It was fun!

A bloke that very closely seemed to resemble Brad Pitt seemed very taken with Ariella and had her blow on his dice every time he’d throw down at the table. He ended up winning quite a bit and gave Ari a million credit chip as a reward. She wasn’t going to take it but I told her that she should because the bloke was good looking and he seemed to like her without knowing that she was the Queen of the Nyklus, which was pretty impressive in my book. Then again, I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty boy. And this one was pretty.

But Ariella didn’t seemed entirely interested so instead of pushing it I leaned my hip against the gaming table in the same fashion that I leaned it against the TARDIS console and bit my bottom lip. “Any chance for a drink?” I asked.

And the next thing that I knew we were in the casino bar, the classy one with no strippers or dancers gyrating on the tables, with a bottle of something called Argo Tequila which the Doctor assured me tasted nothing like Earth tequila. He was right on that account. He poured us all tiny glasses of the stuff, I was a bit wary of drinking it without mixing it with something but he assured me it wasn’t necessary, and we toasted to Vesper. It tasted nothing like Earth tequila, if anything it tasted like a strawberry sundae. It didn’t look like Earth tequila either, it was a sort of misty purpley pink colour that looked much like Jacowitz’s sky at sunset. I immediately held out my glass for another go, and he poured three more glasses. This time we toasted to Antalusians. Then we toasted to being alive, and to spaceships, and to Kit, and to mum, and aspirin, and the TARDIS, and Ariella, and me, and the Doctor and by the time we finished our second bottle of the stuff and had moved on to Maugini liqueur we were, all three of us, well pissed. Superior physiology or not.

I would have thought that the different physiologies of the three of us would give us different the liquor different effects in our systems, but as it was explained to me the next day over a full on fry up (which, I don’t care where or when you’re from, is the only cure for a hangover) the distillation process and added something or other, it was a very long and confusing explanation which I was only half listening to, had properties which would react similarly with physiologies. Still, I maintain that I was much more pissed than either of them. But, that, apparently, was the reason that he’d chosen that particular kind of liquor (which earned a raised eyebrow from me, as I had the distinct impression that he’d wanted to get pissed).

Anyway, Ariella started talking about one of her advisors who she considered to be particularly slimey (her words). We all giggled like school children because it’s a very un-Ari like thing to do, speak poorly of anyone. I teased her for being almost human after all, she scoffed and I pretended to be offended. This advisor apparently thought Ari was too young to rule Jacowitz, which I could understand to be a valid concern seeing as though she’d taken the throne at an extremely young age, but that was ages ago. Now she was well into her thousands, maybe millions, I hadn’t asked it seemed rude.

The Doctor, of course, had no problem. “How old are you now, Ari?” I shoot him a glare and Ariella giggled a bit. He actually did look a bit sheepish, “Right. Women. I’m not meant to ask that, am I?”

We both laughed and then Ari answered him anyway.

Then we started reminiscing about all the adventures we’d been on together when she travelled with us before. The sea of space mines we’d gotten stuck in when we’d popped out of the Vortex to check a bearing. The spice factory on Guarentula, which I remembered smelling exactly like curry, and the star fields in the Lex Sphere. But then the Doctor started in about the aquarium on Bellalux Five and we both stared at him blankly.

(this was when Ari travelled with us the first time, she was apparently the only one aware the TARDIS was taking photos)

He blinked several times. “No really?! I’ve never taken either of you to Bellalux Five?! Oh that’s it, we’re going to Bellalux Five!” he tried to get up then but ended up tripping on his own two feet and falling back into the plush seat he’s been sitting on. Both Ariella and I laughed into hysterics.

“I think I’ve sat on my spectacles,” he said. He hadn’t. It was a shot glass.

The Doctor poured a few more drinks of the Mauguini and then engaged into a conversation with Ariella about something which I could not focus on so I got up, glass in hand, and went to investigate the rest of the bar, especially since I could now hear some sort of… frankly, horrible music coming from the just opposite the bar. I moment later I went running back, “They’ve got karaoke!” I practically yelled.

Ariella looked slightly horrified but the Doctor’s face lit up like a child on Christmas and we both hightailed it towards the little stage. Ariella trailed behind us, Maugini bottle in hand and watched in horror as I did a, probably, very poor rendition of a Spice Girls song (they didn’t have much 21^st century Earth music to choose from), and when the Doctor decided to take the stage she nearly keeled over shouting “Oh don’t!” and “You must be joking!”. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help and he got a standing ovation from a group of little blue aliens in the corner. He said it didn’t mean much since that race was known for its tone deafness, but I still thought it was hilarious. We went back to the bar and ordered something that I can not pronounce (not even sure my tongue could make those movements), and toasted to embarrassing Ariella. I remember my head going a bit fuzzy then, and then the next thing I remember is waking up in the TARDIS console room.

I was curled up on the jumpseat in a very awkward angle and was, for some reason, wearing the Doctor’s coat. I found him tucked up in the bathtub and Ariella was drinking a very large cup of tea in the galley. Without a word the Doctor set course for a greasy spoon in 1960’s New York City.

We figured we’d nurse our hangovers before Bellalux Five.

Entry Eighteen - Earth

After a very eventful trip to a space station with time windows and Madame de Pompadour the Doctor figured there was a need to show me how to get the TARDIS home. The programme had always been there, of course, and he’d activated it one time but it wasn’t something that I knew how to do myself. He showed me which buttons to press and which lever to crank. I listened and I demonstrated when he asked me to do it for him but my heart wasn’t really in it. I sort of always figured that if he couldn’t be driving the TARDIS than I wouldn’t really be either.

At this precise moment, I was very glad that I’d paid attention. Up popped his holographic image of himself speaking to me and whir when the time rotor but I was already back towards the door where Ariella had stayed with the Doctor. He was breathing normal and his one heartbeat was steady, but that didn’t stop me from worrying about the lack of the second. I wondered if Time Lords could survive with one heart, and… uh, I hate to write this down because I think that probably he will read it and not be very happy, but I didn’t want him to have to regenerate. I mean, I know that he’s the same but… it’s not.

But anyway, the TARDIS seemed to understand the urgency of the matter and so we went hurtling through the Time Vortex faster than I had in a long while. It was an exceedingly bumpy ride, which I couldn’t tell if it was good or not, I had two thoughts, keep the Doctor safe, and land somewhere quickly, the two were hardly mutually exclusive. And then suddenly the whole TARDIS sort of tipped and it felt very much like we’d just crashed into something. Everything in the console room shifted, the three of us were thrown, and then it was still.

Ariella picked herself up, and looked at me with wide eyes, “Where are we?” she asked, and I bit my lip.

“Home.”

Ariella visibly blanched and I had to stifle a laugh that was hardly appropriate. “Home?” she asked, “As in, Earth, as in…” her voice got very low, “Jackie Tyler?”

“Don’t believe a word he’s said,” I told her and then looped an arm around the Doctor and indicated to Ariella to do the same on the other side. We opened the door and went out.

And there, quite to my surprise, was Mickey running down the road to meet me. I blinked, “Mickey?!” I said and he grinned.

“Yeah it’s me, what’s happened? I didn’t expect you back so soon and then I heard the TARDIS. What’s happened to him?” he looked a bit wide eyed, and then helped.

“Mickey,” I was a bit dumbfounded. It wasn’t so long ago that I’d seen him. Of course I’d seen him last when we left him behind on a parallel universe never expecting to see him again. If I hadn’t been supporting the Doctor I would’ve hugged him. “When is it?”

“February 3^rd.”

Oh. So… well, he didn’t seem to not recognise the Doctor so it was clearly after that Christmas, just after it would seem. That was a bit weird. We’d never done that before. All trips home were done linearly, time-wise. The Doctor said it was easily on mum that way, which made sense to me, but this was different, the Doctor wasn’t piloting the TARDIS and now we’d, well… I supposed that it didn’t matter all that much really. And it was quite a help that Mickey was there to help with the Doctor, actually. I wondered if the TARDIS had done that on purpose.

Between the three of us it wasn’t too hard to get the Doctor upstairs. Mum was just sitting there reading a magazine on the couch watching telly and apparently hadn’t heard all the ruckus of us coming up the stairs. She jumped up, ran over, and helped us get him to the couch. I explained what had happened, leaving out the bits where I was about to be a slave and had, well, willingly sacrificed myself. She got all mother hen in the way that she does. She got a cold flannel and pressed it to his forehead and everything before switching on the kettle for the rest of us.

“I don’t reckon he can drink any tea in that condition,” she said, coming back into the room and adjusting her hoodie, “but do you think it’d help?” Then, “This isn’t gonna become a habit with this one, is it?”

I was collecting the mugs for the tea and paused for a moment, yeah, well if this was February then it meant that the last time they’d seen us the Doctor’d been all laid up too. I peered around into the hall and noticed the nearly repaired doorway into mum’s room. “Mum,” I said, “we’ve been here, in between Christmas and now, that was ages ago.”

Mum looked confused for a moment, and then just said, “Oh.” And I felt badly because I could tell she was thinking about all the things in my life that she’d never know and probably never understand. But then she turned her attention to Ariella whose eyes got very wide at mum’s attentions. Previously she’d only asked briefly who she was and I’d practically barked “Ariella!”, but now she was giving the Nyklus Queen a proper once over. “So, who’s this then, properly?” she said, forcing on a cheery smile and changing the subject completely. I returned to the room.

“Mum, Mickey, this is Ariella Lavizsia, she’s Queen of a planet called Jacowitz, Ariella, mum – Jackie, and Mickey,” I said with a gesture of my hand.

Ariella smiled, quite demurely and politely but looked a bit like she wanted, more than anything to flee to the TARDIS for safety. “It’s lovely to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about-”

Mum’s eyes sort of bugged out, “Queen?! You’re telling me we’ve got royalty in our home? No warning, just popping in, nothing in the cupboards and the place not even tidied!”

I nearly laughed, but didn’t. “Mum, it’s not like we had time to phone ahead or anything.”

“Well I know, sweetheart, but-”

“Really,” Ariella broke in with her calming voice, and even though she spoke softly we all turned towards her, “I don’t need anything special, I-”

“But, your majesty,” I almost cringed as mum spoke, “I can send Rose out, or Mickey, I’ll send Mickey I wouldn’t want to leave you all alone without someone you know, and he’s…” she guestured towards the Doctor, “well, he’s well knackered it’d seem, we can get some cakes or something. And the good tea in the boxes, you know the ones Mickey, slides open? And you’ll have to get something I can cook, we’ve just got leftover Chinese in and I couldn’t possibly serve takeaway to royalty, and-”

“Blimey, Jackie, don’t you ever shut up?”

All four of our heads spun around back towards the Doctor who was still lying on the couch, but now his eyes were open and he was his spectacles which were hanging a bit funny.

“Doctor!” Ariella cried and nearly flung herself on the side of the couch in a very good impersonation of Florence Nightingale.

“Hello,” he said smiling at her, and I went round to the end of the couch, he made a show out of looking round, “Well I see you paid attention to the Emergency Protocol One tutorial,” he said to me in a voice far too cheery for the fact that he’d just been unconscious for the greater part of an hour. Then again, he was the Doctor, and he tended to do that.

I grinned back, “I did,” I said, “how are you? Your heart wasn’t working, is it better now?” I almost reached forward and rested my hand on his chest to see but didn’t.

“Oh, fine, you know, just a bit sore.” And then he went on talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Remarking on mum’s hairstyle, the presence of Mickey (he shot me a glance at that but seemed satisfied that I’d not told him anything about his future), apologising to Ariella for having to meet my mum (Mum and I ‘Oi!’ed at the same time). And his heart was back to normal. I could have cried from relief. But I didn’t.

Then mum came back with the tea and passed it round to everyone. Ariella seemed to have gotten a bit more comfortable and mum had stopped falling all over her (maybe it was the way the Doctor and I were treating her like we always treated her, like a normal person) and the Doctor was happily sipping his tea while we all listened to Ariella recount the last Sontaran invasion. For about ten minutes it looked like all the drama was over for the day.

“Rose,” the Doctor said and I looked at him all smiles until I caught the expression on his face. “Rose, what did you give me, when I was out, you gave me some sort of medicine or something, what was it?”

Nothing so far as I knew. I racked my brain, Ariella gave me a concerned look, again. I shook my head, “No, nothing.”

“Oh, yeah, well that was me,” Mum said seemingly just catching wise to the conversation. All three of us whipped our heads round to her. “Well it was just a bit of children’s stuff, he said he was sore and Suze left a bit of stuff over when she was here last with little Terese.” We all continued to stare. “All right I’ll go and get it!” she said and then got up to the kitchen. By the time she got back the Doctor was practically purple and had already activated his respiratory bypass. “My god! What’s happened to him!?” she cried holding up the bottle, “it’s just Acetylsalicylic Acid!”

Mickey was on his feet crossing his arms and looking very confused, he made a face and half shrugged, “That’s just aspirin.”

The Doctor’s eyes got very wide and Ariella and I gaped at mum and Mickey. “Aspirin?!” we said at the same time. Then I finished, “Mum, he’s allergic to aspirin!”

Her hands flew to her mouth and I could tell how apologetic she was, I shouldn’t have been cross cause she was just trying to help but I could hardly help it. This whole thing was really bending my nerves and my stomach sort of churned with worry, actually I was starting to feel nauseous. But the Doctor sort of launched himself off the couch and grabbed the bottle from mum at a full pounce and examined the label. Then he made some sort of noise that sounded like he was being strangled. Mickey ran and got him a sheet of A4 and an old nibby pencil from my room, and I had to give him props for understanding what it was that the Doctor needed.

“Epi Pen!” Mum shouted.

“Have we got an epi pen?” I asked, confused, not thinking it would do much good anyway.

“Hospital?!” she said once she realised we did not have an epi pen.

“Mum!” She was quiet after that and the Doctor scribbled on the paper holding it out for us to read. “Potassium, sugar, Vitamin C, zinc… we’re supposed to find these things?” He nodded vigorously. “Mum! Have we got bananas?” She shook her head. I gaped, even the Doctor was still, he grabbed the paper back, flipped it over and wrote in large letters; ‘NO?!’

“Well, I said, we’ve nothing in!”

Ariella jumped up from the couch and ran, out the door, slamming it behind her. I hardly noticed, “Okay, orange juice then?” Mum ran into the kitchen and came back with an almost full container, which the Doctor hastily drank, and then actually looked a bit better. I checked the list, “Have we got zinc mum?” she had already brought in the sugar.

“Zinc?! Why would we have zinc?”

“For colds and stuff, you know, it’s meant to make you better!” She looked a little helpless, I turned back to the Doctor, “What has zinc?!”

He seemed to be able to push a bit of air through his throat, at last, and managed some words. “It’s in a lot of metal things, I don’t know, oysters!” I looked at mum, she shook her head, “They use it too coat pills in the future, Rose, you know what I’m talking about!”

“Pills,” I said, wracking my brain, wondering if we had any of that stuff in the TARDIS, probably, I wondered- “And food supplement pills?” he nodded, and I fished in my pockets. “Like desert pellets?!” I asked extracting the large amount of them that I’d pilfered from the Antalusian ship. Apparently, yes, cause he grabbed them and downed about ten in eight seconds.

This time when he spoke it was a little more clearly, “Sugar, and potassium, where’s my coat?”

I started towards the door. As far as I knew his coat was in the TARDIS, he hadn’t been wearing it before and I could see it in my minds eye thrown over the coral columns, but before I even had a chance to open the door Ariella bust in toting a huge box of banana donuts. “Potassium and sugar!” she said, breathlessly, she’d obviously run. The Doctor waved her over and grabbed a donut, and shoved it in his face. By the time he’d finished his third he was quite back to normal, but no one begrudged him a fourth.

Then, he, quite calmly, picked up his tea cup and washed the contents down the kitchen sink. Before grabbing the children’s aspirin bottle, walking to the balcony and tossing it down into the courtyard below. He didn’t tell me at the time, but thank god it was children’s aspirin. When he came back he smiled, hands tucked into his pockets and started rocking on the balls of his feet and said, “Right then, who wants tea?”