Dream...

I was in a white room, just standing. There was nothing besides me and it was eerily quiet except for a tapping.

Tap... tap... tap... tap...

Over and over and over the tapping went, never ending, never stopping. It was so infuriating, especially since I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It was like it was calling me, but I had no idea where to. 

"Hello...?" I call uncertainty. 

All of a sudden, the hairs on my neck stand up and the right half of my body becomes cold: "boo," my own voice, although darker, whispers in my ear. 

I turn and see me standing there, except it wasn't exactly me. She had her hair curled and dark make-up around her eyes, deep purple lipstick, and she was wearing a tight and short black lace dress with long sleeves and black suede pumps. I stare at her with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

"Oh, come on, Eva, you aren't going to tell me you don't recognize me, are you?" she raises her eyebrow with a mean smirk. 

"Well, obviously I recognize myself," I roll my eyes. "But... why the hell are you dressed like that?" I eye her outfit.

"Sexy, isn't it?" she does a twirl and giggles, although it sounds off... wrong. 

"I don't understand," I admit, shaking my head. "What's going on?" 

"You mean with little ol' me?" she smirks and I nod. "I'm what you try to hide in that pretty head of yours; all of your dark impulses, your secret desire to stop trying to be so fucking good and just let go, I'm what you shut away... even from yourself," she circles me slowly. 

"Why are you here? Why now?" 

"He's coming, darling," she strokes my cheek with her finger. 

"Who is?" I ask as the tapping gets louder.

"If I told you that it wouldn't be as fun!" she throws her head back, laughing. "He's coming and he's going to set us free!"

"Yeah, like I'd let that happen," I roll my eyes, trying to block the tapping out. "Whoever the hell he is, he's going to have a hard time trying to let you out," I grit my teeth. "How do you even know this? You're in my head and I don't know about it," I point out.

"Because," she grips my chin, forcing me to look at her. "I'm the big Bad Wolf," she smirks, her eyes flashing gold. "Merlin, don't you remember what it was like... all that power?" she moans the word power. 

"The Doctor took all of the vortex out of me, though," I frown, pulling out of her grasp. 

"Oh, I know... honestly, what a buzzkill," she rolls her eyes. "But everything you saw, it was locked away, in here," she smirks, tapping her head. "You've always blocked this side of yourself out, ever since you were a girl... isn't that why you didn't want everyone to know how you turned the Daleks into dust, how it felt to completely obliterate them?" she twirls a piece of my hair between her fingers. "That little bit of power from the vortex gave me consciousness, gave your dark side a mind of its own, if you will... but I still need him to fully set us free," she sighs.

"I block you out for a reason, I want to be good," I back up a step from her. "We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are," I glare at her. 

"I remember that day," she turns away from me. "You and Harry were afraid you were turning evil because of the connection with Voldemort... Pads told us that," she whispers. 

"And I choose to act on the light, you've got no power! I won't ever let you!"

"That's where you're wrong!" she snarls, turning around and wrapping her fingers around my throat. 

I gasp, clawing at her hand, but she only tightens her hold with a feral grin. 

"It won't be for a while... I've still got a bit of waiting to do, but when it happens, it'll be your choice to set us free," she brings her lips to my ear. "And you're going to fucking love it," she whispers.

"Eva..." the Doctor's voice breaks through the tapping. "Love, wake up," he whispers.

"Here, just a little reminder before you go," Bad Wolf whispers.

I feel a jolt of power go through me and I close my eyes, biting my lip to keep from moaning. It felt so amazingly good... it was like electricity, fire, and ice were swirling through me, heating and cooling and electrifying my entire body.

"Merlin," I breathe out shakily. 

"I can't wait, it's going to be... wicked," she laughs in my ear, sending more power through me and I fall to my knees, breathing heavily. "I'll be seeing you again, darling," she pats my head.

My eyes snap open and I feel someone straddling me, hands cupping my face. I blink a few times and see it was the Doctor. 

"Alright?" he asks worriedly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You were mumbling in your sleep and I couldn't wake you..."

My mind was in a sort of haze and I could still feel the aftereffects of the power flowing through me. I grab the Doctor's face, pulling his lips down to mine and I moan at the contact. One of the Doctor's hands move down to my waist as he kisses me back and bunches up my shirt in his fist. His other hand cups my neck, stroking the skin there. I wrap my leg around his waist, flipping us over so I was on top. I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue in his mouth, making him groan and pull me closer. After a minute, I move from his lips and kiss along his jaw and down his neck. I stop just before his shoulder starts and suck on the skin there. 

"God... as much as I love this- shit," his breath hitches when I bite down. 

I smirk, licking the mark I just made and trial kisses back up to his lips. 

"Eva..." he murmurs between kisses. "Eva, stop," he grabs a hold of my face and pulls me away. "What is it?" he asks and I frown in confusion. "Love... you're shaking," he tells me, grabbing ahold of my hands and I notice he was right. 

"I had a nightmare," I lie as I lay on top of him and nuzzle his neck. "I wanted to remind myself that I was safe, with you," I whisper.

I hated lying to the Doctor. But I wasn't about to tell him that I got all hot and bothered because the darker part of my subconscious reminded me what it had felt like to have so much power. I also wasn't going to tell him how much it terrified me. I wasn't going to let that part of myself out... no matter what she had said.

"Well, I had come in here to tell you that Rose and George are up and ready to go somewhere," he mutters, rubbing up and down my back. "That is, before you distracted me," he chuckles, kissing the top of my head.

I sit up, straddling his waist: "are you complaining?" I raise an eyebrow, smirking. 

"That my beautiful girlfriend tried to snog me breathless? Are you mad?" he snorts, sitting up and I slide down to his lap. "Are you really alright, though?" he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"Never better," I smile, pecking his lips and wrapping my arms around his neck. 

I breathe out as he wraps his arms around my waist, ignoring the faint tapping that hadn't gone away when I woke up. The Doctor leans his forehead against mine and eyes me. I could tell he knew I wasn't telling him something, but he wasn't pushing. 

"Come on," I sigh, getting off him and trying to find an outfit to wear. "I've got to get dressed and you might want to take care of that," I smirk, gesturing to his neck. 

The Doctor frowns before his eyes widen and he jumps up, looking in my mirror: "yup," he agrees in a high pitch, making me giggle. 

"Anywhere specific we're going?" I ask. 

"Hm... let's try the 70s?" he asks. 

"The 70s," I agree with a wide grin. 

The Doctor leaves and I lean against my wall, breathing out. I look in the mirror and I could of sworn I saw my eyes flash gold. I shake my head... get it together, Eva! She has no power, she said so herself that she can't be set free without help. I put my 'dream' and the tapping aside as I get ready for our next trip.

I head into the console room and see George on the jump-seat with his yellow pants and a red and yellow paisley shirt that was tucked in. Rose was putting something in her bag and she was wearing a pink t-shirt with denim dungarees, black stockings, and black boots. 

"Damn, you look fine," I wolf-whistle. 

Rose turns around and smiles widely: "will it do?" she does a twirl for me.

"In the late 1970s? You'd be better off in a bin bag," the Doctor scoffs, sending her a wink when she gives him a look. "Hold on, listen to this," he smiles, putting a CD in. 

I smile widely when Ian Dury's Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick starts to play. 

"Ian Dury and the Blockheads, Number One in 1979," I grin, grabbing George's hands and pulling him up so we could dance around the console.

"You're a Punk!" Rose laughs, leaning against the console beside the Doctor.

"It's good to be a lunatic..." I sing along, giggling when George twirls me quickly.

"That's what you are," Rose points at me. "A big old Punk with a bit of Rockabillly thrown in," she smirks. 

"Would you like to see him?" the Doctor asks, folding his arms.

George stops dancing with me: "how'd you mean? In concert?" he asks excitedly as I start dancing with Rose.

"What else is a TARDIS for?" the Doctor snorts. "I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar... the first anti-gravity Olympics... Caesar crossing the Rubicon..." he brags. "Or... Ian Dury at the Top Rank, Sheffield, England, Earth, 21st November, 1979... what do you think?" he smirks. 

Rose, George, and I share a look: "Sheffield it is!" we cheer. 

"Hold on tight," the Doctor smirks, putting the TARDIS in flight. 

The Doctor and I pilot as he hits the console with his hammer to the beat. One of these days, the TARDIS is going to hide that thing from him, I shake my head. 

"Stop!" Rose shouts and I land us quickly. 

The jolt sends the four of us to the floor and we all burst out laughing. 

"1979," the Doctor jumps up and grabs my hand, yanking me to my feet as George does the same for Rose. "Hell of a year! China invades Vietnam... The Muppet Movie!" he grabs his jacket as he drags me to the door. 

"Oh, I love that film," I smile widely. "You took Harry and me to the opening," I remind him. 

"Ah, I remember that... didn't you eat so many jelly babies you ended up getting sick all over that bloke beside you?" he teases. 

"It was only his shoes!" I squeak, slapping his arm and blushing when George and Rose start laughing. "It's your fault for getting me addicted to the things," I roll my eyes. 

"Or you just can't control yourself with sweets," the Doctor snorts, dodging when I go to hit his arm again. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, 1979!" he snickers. "Margaret Thatcher... urgh..." he makes a face. "Skylab falls to Earth... with a little help from me... nearly took off my thumb," he opens the door and steps out. "I like my thumb. I need my thumb. I'm very attached to... my thumb," he finishes lamely as he raises his hands. 

The TARDIS was surrounded by red coats, who all had their guns trained on us, cocked and ready. I roll my eyes, holding my hands up, Rose and George following suit.

"1879, same difference," he winces. 

"Big difference," I shake my head, trying not to smile. "Sorry, doll, Georgie..." I whisper to them.

"You will explain your presence," a man in a captain's uniform on a horse points to the Doctor. "And the nakedness of these girls," he gestures to Rose and I. 

Rose and I blink at each other before looking down at our outfits... we were both pretty covered up. But, it was the 19th century and they were all blushes if a girl even showed her ankles. 

"Are we in Scotland?" the Doctor asks in a Scottish accent. 

"Damn... that's hot," I bite my lip, glancing at him and smiling when he winks.

"How can you be ignorant of that?" the Captain asks, looking at the Doctor oddly. 

"Oh, I'm... I'm dazed and confused," the Doctor smiles, continuing his fake accent. "My colleague and I've been chasing these... these wee naked children over hill and over dale," he excuses. "Isn't that right, ya... timorous beasties?" he smirks at Rose and I.

"You are so getting it later," I glare at him. 

"That a promise?" he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Ooch, aye!" Rose smiles and I snort, covering my mouth with my hand. "We've been oot and aboot," she goes on in her horrible accent.

"No, don't do that," the Doctor whispers to her, shaking his head.

"Hoots mon!" she teases with a wide grin, George stifling his laugh beside her as he bites down on his knuckles.

"No, really don't," the Doctor murmurs. "Really," he adds for emphasis.

"Will you identify yourself, sir?" the Captain demands impatiently.

"I'm Doctor James McCrimmon... from the... Township of Balamory," he introduces. "And this is-"

"Doctor in training, George Weasley," he cuts him off and the Doctor raises an eyebrow.

"Eh... I have my credentials, if I may..." the Doctor tells the Captain, gesturing to his jacket pocket.

The Captain nods his consent and the four of us lower our hands. The Doctor fishes his psychic paper out of his jacket pocket and shows the soldiers.

"As you can see, a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh; I trained under Doctor Bell himself," he smiles.

"Let them approach," a voice with a regal English accent calls from the coach.

"I don't think that's wise, ma'am," the Captain eyes us suspiciously.

"Let them approach," the woman repeats more firmly. 

The Doctor gestures to the coach with a raised eyebrow and the Captain allows it reluctantly: "you will approach the carriage and show all due deference," he tells us sternly. 

The Doctor does a one-finger salute and I smile widely, wiggling my fingers at him. I wink when his eyes travel down to my 'bare' legs for a moment and he becomes flustered, looking away quickly. 

"Nope," the Doctor grabs my hand, pulling me along as I snicker quietly. 

My eyes widen in shock, though, when a footman opens the coach, revealing... "Eva, Rose, George... might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith," the Doctor introduces. 

"George Weasley, Ma'am," George bows politely, not really getting the whole Muggle Queen awe.

"Evangeline Evans, Your Majesty, it's an honor," I smile with a curtsy. 

"Rose Tyler, Ma'am," she curtsies as well. "And my apologies... for being so naked," she laughs nervously. 

"Me as well... sorry about being naked," I bite my lip.

"I've had five daughters, it's nothing to me," Queen Victoria waves off. "But you, Doctor... show me these credentials," she holds out her hand to him and the Doctor hands over the psychic paper. "Why didn't you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you have been appointed by the Lord Provost as my Protector," she looks at him after examining the paper for a moment.

The Doctor takes it back: "does it?" he asks and I step back on his foot. "Yes, it does!" he covers quickly, nudging my thigh with his knee. "Good! Good! Um.. then let me ask... why is Your Majesty traveling by road when there's a train all the way to Aberdeen?" 

"A tree on the line," she shrugs.

"An accident?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I am the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland," she sits up straighter. "Everything around me tends to be planned."

"An assassination attempt?" George asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"What, seriously? There's people out to kill ya?" Rose frowns.

"I'm quite used to staring down the barrel of a gun," Queen Victoria says calmly. 

"Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence," the Captain comes up behind us. "We'll send word ahead, he'll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow," he informs the Queen.

"This Doctor, his student, and their... timorous beasties will come with us," she tells him as she eyes the four of us and we smile widely.

"Yes, Ma'am," the Captain nods. "We'd better get moving, it's almost nightfall," he warns.

"Indeed, and there are stories of wolves in these parts," Queen Victoria smiles. "Fanciful tales intended to scare the children, but good for the blood, I think," her eyes sparkle. "Drive on!" she orders. 

"Wonder if it's werewolves," George snorts, nudging me with his shoulder. 

"Pfft, if it was a werewolf causing a fuss with the Muggles, the Ministry'd have people down here," I roll my eyes. "Wouldn't we have heard of something like this happening in History of Magic?"

"I wouldn't know if we had, Professor Binns was my favorite class to sleep in," George laughs. 

"And to plan pranks," I smirk. 

"I'm always planning pranks," he retorts. 

"Touché, but don't act like you didn't sleep in all your classes," I point up at him. 

"I'm not, that was just my favorite," he smirks and I roll my eyes, smiling. 

Rose and the Doctor had walked a ways ahead of us and I share a look with George, both of us smiling widely. 

"Go!" we both shout, running forward. 

I squeak, almost falling when George pushes my arm and he rushes ahead of me. I growl under my breath, picking up speed. When I get to the Doctor and Rose, I jump on the Doctor's back, making him jolt forward.

"Whoa!" he grabs onto my thighs to keep me up as he steadies himself. "Hi, there," he smiles back at me. 

"Hi, handsome," I kiss his cheek before glaring at George. "Cheater," I accuse. 

"Don't know what you mean," he laughs as he throws an arm around Rose's shoulder.

"It's funny, though, cause you say 'assassination' and you just think of Kennedy and stuff... not her," Rose mutters.

"1879... she's had... ooo... six attempts on her life?" the Doctor guesses. "And I'll tell you something else: we just met Queen Victoria!" he grins. 

"I know!" Rose gushes.

"What a laugh!" the Doctor agrees, laughing.

"She was just sitting there!" Rose beams, jumping up and down slightly.

"Like a stamp," the Doctor nods. 

George and I share a look: "I don't get it," he shakes his head, making me snort. 

"Hush, George," Rose puts her hand over his mouth. "I want her to say-" she puts on a posh accent. "-'we are not amused'," she goes back to her normal accent. "I bet you five quid I can make her say it," she smiles at the Doctor, releasing her hand from George, who rolls his eyes playfully.

"Well, if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privileges of traveller in time," the Doctor sniffs, not looking at her. 

" ... Ten quid?" Rose smirks, pulling on her sleeve.

"Done," the Doctor agrees, making me smile at their antics as I play with his shirt collar. 

"They totally fancy each other," I smirk as George and Rose talk quietly, leaning my chin on the Doctor's shoulder.

"Oh, definitely," he agrees. "5 quid says Rose tells you by the end of the week," he smirks. 

"You're in a betting mood today," I tease. "Hm... throw in some chocolate frogs and I'm game," I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Deal," he squeezes my thighs. 

"What are you two talking about over there?" George asks, raising an eyebrow between us.

"What are you two talking about?" I retort, raising an eyebrow back when Rose's face turns bright red. 

"This and that," George shrugs, giving me a look. 

"Oh, this and that; lovely things to talk about on a walk across the Scottish Highlands," I smile teasingly and he narrows his eyes as the Doctor snickers quietly. "And for your information, the Doctor and I were discussing private matters," I wink. 

"Ugh," he and Rose both make a face. 

"We don't need to know about your... alien love," George teases, sticking his tongue out in 'disgust'. 

"Alien love?" the Doctor snorts incredulously. 

"Sounds like the name of a bad porno," I snicker.

"Oh, my God," Rose laughs, putting her head in her hands. 

"You know you want some of my alien love, doll," I tease her, making her laugh harder.

"Please stop," she begs dramatically. 

I smile widely and start to sing Van Halen: "it's got what it takes! So, tell me, why can't this be alien love? Straight from the heart! Oh, tell me, why can't this be alien love?" 

"Baby, why can't this be alien love?" the Doctor joins me, laughing. 

"Got to know, why can't this be alien love? I wanna know, why can't this be alien love?" we finish the chorus together, laughing our heads off, Rose and George joining. 

"You two are bonkers," Rose laughs, leaning against George. 

"Completely mad," George agrees through his laughter.

The four of us, I was now walking beside the Doctor with our hands linked together, and the Queen's party arrive at the Torchwood Estate. It was breathtaking, the perfect vision of a Victorian home. There was also a giant telescope on the top floor that I was itching to get a closer look at. 

The coach stops and a footman rushes over to open the door and helps Queen Victoria down. A man, I assume Sir Robert, approaches the Queen. I notice a bald man behind him, a servant.

"Your Majesty," Sir Robert bows.

"Sir Robert," Queen Victoria nods. "My apologies for the emergency, and how is Lady Isobel?" she asks politely.

"She's... indisposed, I'm afraid," Sir Robert smiles apologetically. "She's gone to Edinburgh for the season, and she's taken the cook with her, the kitchens are barely stocked... I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on," he stumbles over his words a bit. 

"Sir Robert doesn't seem to want the Queen to stay," I mutter to the Doctor. 

"Wonder why..." he tilts his head to the side, eyeing him.

"Oh, not at all! I've had quite enough carriage exercise," Queen Victoria replies cheerfully, not noticing anything wrong. "And this is... charming, if rustic," she smiles up at the house. "It's my first visit to this house. My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside?" she asks and Sir Robert nods reluctantly. "And please excuse the naked girls," she gestures to Rose and I.

"Sorry," Rose and I mutter, her sheepishly and me with a forced smile as I nudge the Doctor in the ribs, who was snickering quietly.

"They're feral children, it's very sad, really," George shakes his head with a smirk. 

"This one caught my fancy, so we married," the Doctor smirks, wrapping an arm around my waist as I blush madly. "As for Rose, bought her for a sixpence in old London Town; it was her or the Elephant Man, so..." he trails off. 

"Think they're funny but I'm so not amused," Rose steps on George's foot as he snickers. "What do you think, Ma'am?" she asks the Queen pointedly.

"It hardly matters," she waves off. "Shall we proceed?" 

Sir Robert nods and the Queen's party begins to walk inside.

"So close," Rose whispers to the Doctor, George, and I. 

"Come on," George shakes his head with a smile, starting to pull Rose into the house by her hand. 

My attention was caught by the Captain, who had introduced himself as Reynolds, ordering two of his men to carry in a box. 

"What's in there, then?" the Doctor asks curiously. 

"Property of the Crown," Reynolds answers stiffly. "You will dismiss any further thoughts, sir," he tells him sternly and the Doctor pulls an exaggerated 'well then' face at Rose and I, making us giggle. 

"Just a little peak, Captain Reynolds?" I ask sweetly. 

Reynolds coughs awkwardly as he glances down at my legs: "sorry, ma'am, you can not," he looks away as I snicker quietly. "The rest of you go to the rear of the house, assume your designated positions," he orders his men. 

"Stop teasing the poor man," Rose scolds me as we walk inside, but she was smiling.

"He's probably never seen a woman's calf," I smirk, making the Doctor roll his eyes as he pulls me closer to him.

"You, miss Evans, are a massive flirt," George points at me. 

"Yes, I am," I smile widely, sending him a wink.

"Sorry, mate," George pats the Doctor's shoulder 'sympathetically'. 

"Yes, it's tragic that Eva flirts with everyone," he rolls his eyes. "I'm the only one who it means anything with, though," he smiles smugly. 

"And Rose," I send her a wink, making her giggle and the Doctor rolls his eyes yet again. "Oh, by the way, can you stop introducing us as a married couple," I jab the Doctor in the side, making him groan.

The Doctor situates his arm so mine were pinned to my sides, making me wriggle against him: "back with Pete it was because I didn't want Sirius to flirt with you," he murmurs. 

"And now?" I raise an eyebrow. 

"We are in the 1800s, if we weren't married it'd be inappropriate if I did this," he smirks, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. 

"Cheeky bastard," I smile against his lips, ignoring Rose and George making fake gagging noises. 

The Doctor pulls away and sends me a wink as my cheeks burn and I bite my lip. He loosens his hold on me and rubs up and down my arm as he smiles, proud of himself. Sir Robert leads the Doctor, George, Rose, Queen Victoria, and I to the Observatory. My eyes widen as I stare at the telescope in awe.

"This, I take it, is the famous endeavor," Queen Victoria looks at in similar awe.

"All my father's work, built by hand in his final years," Sir Robert nods. "Became something of an obsession... he spent his money on this rather than caring for the house or himself," he tells us. 

"I wish I'd met him, I like him," the Doctor grins and takes his arm from around me. "That thing's beautiful, can I um...?" he gestures to it. 

"Help yourself," Sir Robert smiles. 

The Doctor, Rose, George, and I all rush over to examine the telescope and the massive wheel beside it. 

"What did he model it on?" I ask Sir Robert over my shoulder.

"I know nothing about it," he shakes his head. "To be honest, most of us thought him a little... shall we say, eccentric," he says delicately and the Doctor and I both snort loudly. "I wish now I'd spent more time with him, and listened to his stories," he sighs. 

I peer through the telescope: "... that's weird," I mutter, pulling the Doctor over so he can look as well.

"It's a bit rubbish," the Doctor frowns and Rose and I share a look, grinning. "How many prisms has it got? Way too many," he shakes his head. "The magnification's gone right over the top, that's stupid kind of a-" he cuts himself off and glances up at me. "Am I being rude again?" 

"Yes, yes you are," I smile. 

"But it's pretty!" the Doctor says quickly as he straightens. "It's very... pretty," he tries. 

I pat his arm: "nice try, sweetie," I shake my head. 

"And the imagination of it should be applauded," Queen Victoria puts in.

"Mm! Thought you might disapprove, Your Majesty... stargazing... isn't that a bit fanciful?" Rose asks as the Queen stares at her. "You could easily... not be amused, or something...? No?"

"This device surveys the infinite work of God," Queen Victoria tells her sternly. "What could be finer? Sir Robert's father was an example to us all. A polymath. Steeped in astronomy and sciences, yet equally well versed in folklore and fairytales."

"Stars and magic, I like him more and more," the Doctor grins. 

"You don't believe in magic," I roll my eyes. 

"Oh, my late husband enjoyed his company," Queen Victoria sighs. "Prince Albert himself was acquainted with many rural superstitions, coming as he did from Saxe Coburg-"

"That's Bavaria," I whisper to George and Rose, who both nod. 

"-when Albert was told about your local wolf, he was transported," she turns to Sir Robert.

"What's all this about a wolf we keep hearing, then?" George asks, folding his arms and leaning against the telescope wheel.

"It's just a story," Sir Robert waves off.

"Then tell it," the Doctor encourages.

Sir Robert looks distinctly uncomfortable: "it's said that-"

"Excuse me, sir," the bald servant from earlier cuts in. "Perhaps her Majesty's party could repair to their rooms, it's almost dark," he says.

"Of course, yes, of course," Sir Robert nods.

"And then supper," Queen Victoria puts in. "And... could we find some clothes for Miss Tyler and the Doctor's feral wife? I'm tired of nakedness," she gestures to us. 

"I am so going to kill you," I fold my arms. 

"You wouldn't dare," he smirks and I glare at him, making him raise his hands in mock-surrender. 

"It's not amusing, is it?" Rose asks pointedly. 

Queen Victoria glances at her, but chooses to ignore what she said and turns back to Sir Robert. I glance over, raising an eyebrow when I see George lean next to Rose's ear and whisper something. Rose smiles as she pushes him lightly in the chest, making him chuckle. 

"Sir Robert, your wife must've left some clothes, see to it," my attention is brought back to the Queen. "We shall dine at seven, and talk some more of this wolf," she orders. "After all... there is a full moon tonight," she smiles. 

"So there is, Ma'am," Sir Robert bows and leaves the room. 

I sigh, looking down at my bracelet and run my thumb along my moon charm. It was a full moon, shining proudly. I feel a hand slip into mine and smile at Rose as she intertwines our fingers. 

"Me and Rose are gonna go find something more 'appropriate' to wear," I tell the boys, who were busy having their own conversation as they look at the telescope. 

They both wave us off with a vague 'yeah' and Rose and I share a look: "men," we roll our eyes, heading out.

Rose and I were lead by a different servant to a bedroom and left to find clothes. We were looking through dresses and I had laid out a lavender one I found with white lace accents. I was now sitting on the bed, watching Rose.

"The Doctor's gonna go mad when he sees you in that," Rose smiles, holding a blue dress against her as she looks in the mirror.

"And George will go mad when he sees you in that," I smirk, making her roll her eyes as she blushes slightly. 

"I don't know about this one..." she trails off, twirling a bit.

"I'll check if there's more in here," I hop up, going over to a wardrobe and opening it. 

I jump back with a gasp when I see a young maid crouched down inside, breathing heavily with her eyes wide in fear. 

"What is it?" Rose asks, coming over and letting out a small scream in shock.

"It's alright," I hold my hands out to her, trying to seem non-threatening. "Can you come out of there?" I ask and she looks between Rose and I before nodding.

"Now," Rose sits her on the bed. "What's your name?"

"Flora, miss," she answers shakily. 

"Shh, it's ok," I grab her hands, rubbing circles in them. "Can you tell us what happened, Flora? Why you were hiding?" I ask gently.

"They came through the house... the incitements, they took the Steward and the Master, and my Lady," she tells us and I squeeze her hands as Rose rubs her shoulder.

"Listen... we've got a friend, he's called the Doctor, he'll know what to do," Rose tells her. "You've gotta come with us."

"Oh, but I can't, miss," Flora denies immediately, shaking her head quickly.

"I've got to check in," I mutter to Rose, tapping my head and she nods, trying to soothe the frightened maid. "Doctor?" I call as I stand and walk over to the other side of the room.

"Yes, love?"

"Found a maid in a wardrobe named Flora, she's scared out of her mind... Rose and me are gonna have a look around..." I tell him. 

"Do you need me to come and help?" he asks. 

"Nah, I'll just get information, see what you can find out about this wolf story," I mutter, glancing at Flora and Rose, sighing when I see her shake in fear. 

"Will do, be careful," he warns me. 

"What's life without a little risk, huh, sweetie?" 

"Pretty damn boring if you ask me," he replies and I snort quietly, shaking my head. 

"Flora, we'll be safe," Rose tells her softly as I walk back over. "There's more people arrived downstairs; soldiers and everything, and they can help us. I promise. Come on. Ok? Come on," she pulls Flora to her feet. 

Rose, Flora, and I peer around the door cautiously. The coast was clear and I grab Rose's hand, who grabs Flora's, and we head out down the corridor. Just around the corner was a guard lying on the ground.

"Oh, Misses, I did warn you!" Flora leans against the wall in fear. 

I kneel down beside the man and feel for a pulse, sighing in relief when I feel one: "he's just unconscious, must've been knocked out or drugged or something," I mutter. 

A scream is ripped from my throat as I'm grabbed from behind, but it was muffled by a hand. I kick and fight against the hold on me, tears prickling my eyes. The person holding me groans when I land a few blows. I feel something hit my head and everything goes black. I groan, waking up on what feels like concrete floor. 

"Oh, thank God," I hear Rose before I felt a weight on top of me. "I was so worried!" she cries out, hugging me tightly. 

"Aw, doll..." I mutter groggily, going to hug her back before freezing. 

Rose feels me tense and tightens her hold on me, which was sort of awkward from the chains. I let out a whimper as I close my eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry, babe," she coos, stroking my hair as I shake my head. "Like the Doctor says, you've got to breathe, yeah? Come on, breathe," she whispers to me. 

I listen to her voice as she soothes me and I take deep breathes. Slowly I calm down and open my eyes, seeing her hovering over me worriedly. 

"Are you alright?" she asks, helping me sit up. 

I look around and notice we were in the basement with several other people and there was some kind of cage on the other end of the room.

"Yeah," I nod, trying to steady my hearts and ignore the cold metal on my wrists. 

"Don't make a sound," a woman warns me. "They said if we scream or shout, then he will slaughter us," she whispers.

I follow her gaze to the cage and tilt my head. There was a man sitting in the middle of it, looking rather calm for the situation. Well, at least a bit of mystery would keep me distracted. 

"But... he's in a cage," I point out. 

"He's a prisoner, he's the same as us," Rose agrees. 

"He's nothing like us, that creature is not mortal," the woman says, her voice shaking. 

I watch as the man raises his head and opens his eyes, they were completely black. All of the people whimper and back away in fear, making a chill run down my spine as the chains rattle. I shake my head, wincing at the memories and Rose grabs my hand, squeezing it. I send her a small smile. 

"What's your name? I'm guessing Lady Isobel?" I ask the woman and she nods, not taking her eyes off the man in the cage. "I know you're frightened, but I can help and to do that I need answers," I stand up, pulling Rose behind me. 

"Don't, child," Lady Isobel warns me, but I ignore her. 

"Doll, stay behind me, got that?" I ask her as we move closer to the cage. 

"Yep," she nods, staring at the man in fear over my shoulder. 

"Good," I smile, squeezing her hand to comfort us both. "Now, who are you?" I ask the man.

"Don't enrage him," a Steward warns me. 

"I know what I'm doing," I roll my eyes. "Where are you from, eh? You're not a werewolf, I know them and you aren't one... you're not even from Earth," I eye him. "What planet are you from?"

"Ohhh... intelligence..." he coos to me. 

"Where are you from?" I ask again, tightening my hold in Rose's hand when the chains rattle.

"This body... ten miles away... a weakling, heartsick boy," the man shrugs. "Stolen away at night by the brethren from my cultivation, I carved out his soul and sat in his heart," he smirks. 

"They do think it's a werewolf," the Doctor tells me. 

"Yeah, getting that vibe as well... I'll let you know when I find out more," I mutter back. "Alright, body's human but what about you? Where are you from?" 

"So far from home," he sighs.

"I can help, me and my mates can get you home," I offer. 

"Why would I leave this place? A world of industry, of workforce and warfare... I could turn it to such purpose," he smirks. 

"How would you do that?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I would migrate to the Holy Monarch," he tells me. 

"You mean Queen Victoria?" Rose asks and I squeeze her hand, giving her a 'shut it' look.

"With one bite, I would pass into her blood, and then it begins," he smiles. "The Empire of the Wolf! So many questions..." he lunges forward, grasping the bars and I feel Rose jump as she clutches into me. "Look! Inside your eyes! You've seen it too!" he stares at me. 

"Seen what?" I frown, the tapping in my head getting louder. 

"The Wolf! There is something of the Wolf about you!" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I shake my head, my hearts beating faster.

"Eva... how does he know about Bad Wolf?" Rose whisper in my ear and I shake my head.

"You hear it calling to you," the man stares at me with wide eyes. "Tapping away like a seductive beat, luring you in..." he gives a short, breathless laugh. "You burn like the sun, but all I require is the moon," he sneers at me.

The doors leading outside are thrown open and the moonlight floods into the place, right over the cage. The man presses his face against the bars to get closer. 

"Moonlight..." he breathes, smiling in bliss. 

"Get back," I murmur to Rose, backing us away to the other prisoners.

The man slides his cloak from his shoulders and grasps the bars of the cage. I watch in awe as his body twitches and shifts under the moonlight. 

"All of you! Stop looking at it!" Rose calls. "Flora, don't look, listen to me! Grab hold of the chain and pull!" she orders. "Eva!" she yanks on my hand and I snap out of it, rushing over to help. "Come on! With me! Pull!" 

I hear snarling and growling behind us and look back to see the man was halfway through his shift and Lady Isobel was watching in horror. 

"Oi, she said pull! Stop your moaning and listen! All of you! I mean you as well, your Ladyship!" I snap at her. 

"Now come on, pull!" Rose shouts.

"One... two... three... pull!" Rose and I order as we all pull as hard as we can on the chains and I try not to panic. "One... two... three... pull! One... two... three... pull!"

Tears stream down my face as memories of trying to this same thing to free myself flash in my mind. I hear a loud metal clatter and whimper, not realizing it was the chain coming free at first.

"Hey, hey, hey," Rose stands in front of me, wiping my tears away. "Come on, we did it," she smiles.

Right then the door bursts open and we turn to see the Doctor, George, and Sir Robert.

"Where the hell have you been!?" Rose glares at them, wrapping her arms around me.

The Doctor turns to stare at the wolf in awe: "oh, that's beautiful!" he breathes.

George rushes over to Rose and me and cups my face in his hand: "alright?" he asks, wiping another tear away.

"Fine," I wave him off, wincing when I still feel the manacles on my wrists.

"Rose?" he asks, looking at her worriedly.

"I'm alright," she nods, rubbing my arm.

"Get out!" Sir Robert tells his wife.

The wolf starts to bend and break the bars, throwing the cage off. George, Rose, and I help usher everyone out.

"Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!" the Doctor calls to us as he continues to stare at the wolf.

"Come on!" Rose calls to him as George drags her out.

"Oi, bozo, stop eyeing the wolf and come on," I grab his hand and drag him from the room. 

The Doctor sonics the door locked behind us and a chill runs down my spine when the wolf howls loudly. 

"Come on," the Doctor murmurs, dragging me after him. "Just keep breathing, alright?" he runs his thumb over my knuckles. 

We get to another room and the Steward who was in the basement with us was handing out guns to all the men. I see George with Rose in his arms as he soothes her and I see he had gotten the manacles off of her. The Doctor and I reach them and he immediately starts to sonic the manacles on me.

"It could be any form of light modulated species triggered by specific wavelengths," he says quickly. "Did it say what it wanted?"

"The Queen, the Crown, the throne... you name it," Rose mutters, clutching George's arm.

"There," the Doctor throws the manacles away when he gets them off and kisses my forehead as I breathe out in relief. 

There's a loud thumping sound from the direction of the basement and I turn toward it. The Doctor motions for Rose, George, and I to stay as he goes and checks it out. I hear a loud growl and the Doctor rushes back, grabbing my hand and ushering us behind the line of men.

"Fire!" the Steward orders when the wolf walks in. 

The men shoot at the wolf and it just stumbles back a few steps. 

"Fire!" the Steward orders again.

They shoot at it again and the room fills with smoke. When it clears, the wolf is gone.

"Alright, you men, we should retreat upstairs, come with me," the Doctor orders. 

"I'll not retreat, the battle's done," the Steward retorts. "There's no creature on God's Earth that could survive such an assault," he reasons.

"We're telling you, come upstairs!" I glare at him.

"And I'm telling you, miss, that I will sleep well tonight with that thing's hide upon my wall," he glares right back before striding across the room.

Everyone watches as he goes over and looks down the corridor. Seeing nothing, the Steward walks back over with a smug smirk on his face.

"Must've crawled away to die-"

A furry arm reaches through the ceiling and pulls the Steward clean off the floor and up. My stomach churns at the sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping. 

"There's nothing we can do!" the Doctor shouts, pulling on my hand. 

I grab Rose's quickly, who grabs George's, and the four of us run out of the room with Sir Robert following as we hear gunfire behind us. My hearts clench when I hear the men being attacked and the gunfire stops. We get into a separate room and the Doctor slams the door shut as George locks it with his wand. 

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Sir Robert calls frantically.

"Sir Robert!" I look to see the Queen coming down the stairs. "What's happening? I heard such terrible noises," she tells him. 

"Your Majesty, we've got to get out," he says urgently. "But what of Father Angelo? Is he still here?"

"Captain Reynolds disposed of him," she says stiffly, clutching her purse to her. 

I raise an eyebrow at the blatant lie and she glances at me. I raise my hand and mime locking my lips and she gives a minuscule nod, making me smile slightly. 

The Doctor, who I hadn't even realized had left, rushes over: "the front door's no good, it's been boarded shut," he tells us. "Pardon me, Your Majesty, you'll have to leg it out of a window," he gestures a door. 

I watch as Queen Victoria walks through with her head held high and I roll my eyes. It was always about 'keeping up appearances' with British nobility, even in a life and death situation. Honestly, didn't they ever just want throw their head back and scream. The rest of us follow and Sir Robert stops the Queen from going further.

"Excuse my manners, Ma'am, but I shall go first, the better to assist Her Majesty's egress," he offers her.

"A noble sentiment, my Sir Walter Raleigh," she commends.

"Yeah, excuse my manners and language, but any chance you could get the hell on with it? We are in a bit of a hurry," I roll my eyes, hearing George 'cough' behind me.

The Queen gives me a stern look and Sir Robert sheepishly obliges. As soon as she steps up onto the window sill, shots are fired and he ducks quickly. The Doctor and I peer out the window and my eyes widen.

"I reckon the monkey boys want us to stay inside," the Doctor mutters. 

"Do they know who I am!?" Queen Victoria demands.

"Yeah, that's why they want ya, the wolf's lined you up for a... a biting," Rose fumbles over her words a bit.

"Now, stop this talk, there can't be an actual wolf," she snaps just as a howl sounds. 

"Don't think the actual wolf got the memo," George mutters, making me snort quietly.

The six of head out of the room and up a flight of stairs, pausing at a landing. I could hear the wolf banging against the door George had locked.

"What do we do?" Rose asks, panicked and George rubs her shoulder.

"We... run!" the Doctor decides.

"Is that it!?" she snaps back almost hysterically.

"Got any silver bullets?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Not on me, no!"

"Well, it's pretty damn strong and I can't think of a spell that would harm it," I snap. "Georgie?" 

"Not any that wouldn't just piss it off," he shakes his head. "It's times like these I miss Hermione," he sighs. 

"There we are then, we run," the Doctor cuts in. "Your Majesty, as a Doctor, I recommend a vigorous jog," he jogs on the spot as a demonstration and I snort, shaking my head. "Good for the health, come on!" he grabs the Queen's hand and leads her up the stairs with the rest of us following quickly. "Come on! Come on!"

The six of us run through the corridors, but skid to a stop when Reynolds steps out from around a corner with his gun aimed. We rush past him and he shoots at the wolf, making it reel back. All of us lean against the wall to catch our breath. 

Reynolds ducks back and leans next to me: "I'll take this position and hold it, you keep moving, for God's sake!" he warns us, reloading his gun. "Your Majesty, I went to look for the property, it was taken, the chest was empty," he tells her. 

"I have it, it's safe," she pats her bag.

"Then remove yourself, Ma'am," he orders. "Doctor, you stand as Her Majesty's Protector," he tells him firmly. "And you, Sir Robert, you're a traitor to the crown," he cocks his gun. 

"They had his wife," I shake my head. 

"All the same," he tells me.

"Bullets can't stop it!" the Doctor groans.

"They'll buy you time, now, run!" he orders. 

Everyone runs down the corridor, but I place my hand on Reynolds shoulder, making him look at me. 

"Thank you, Captain Reynolds, but I can't let you do this," I shake my head. "Not alone at least," I smirk, pulling my wand from my hair. 

"Eva, the Doctor says..." George trails off when he sees my wand. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, getting his wand out.

"Sir, miss, go," Reynolds orders us. 

"Nope," I shake my head and peer around the corner, seeing the wolf coming back. 

"I'm with her," George shrugs. 

"Eva, George!" the Doctor calls urgently.

"This should be fun," I snort quietly. "Be there in a sec!" I call. 

Captain Reynolds shoots a few shots at the wolf, sending it back, only for it to snarl and come right back. I send a stunning spell at it, sending it into the wall. It growls loudly, jumping to its feet and making eye contact with me as it rushes forward. George throws something at it and I see it was one of his fireworks. It goes off and the wolf howls in pain as it gets burnt and runs off. 

"Run!" I scream, grabbing Reynolds' hand and running down the corridor with George following.

The three of us run into the room everyone else was in and I see that it was a library. All of us, except the Queen, hurry and barricade the doors.

"Wait a minute, shh, shh, wait a minute..." the Doctor holds out his hand and the wolf howls loudly. "It's stopped," he murmurs. 

I lean my ear against the door and I hear sniffing on the other side. The wolf growls loudly, banging on the wall next to the door, making me jump back. I put my ear back to the door cautiously and hear retreating steps. 

"It's gone," I frown.

"Listen..." Rose whispers. 

Soft footsteps could be heard going around the room. 

"It's circling the room, trying to find another way in," Reynolds murmurs. 

"Is this the only door?" the Doctor whispers to Sir Robert. 

"Yes," he whispers back before his eyes widen. "No!" 

Sir Robert runs to the other side of the room with the Doctor, Reynolds, and George following. The four men hurriedly barricade the door shut. 

"Shh!" Rose hisses and we all listen as the footsteps fade away. "I don't understand," she frowns. "What's stopping it?" 

"Got to be something in here, cause it wasn't stopping out there," George mutters, leaning against the wall and folding his arms.

"What is it? Why can't it get in?" the Doctor frowns. "Eva, anything?" he turns to me. 

"Beats me," I shrug. "You're guess is as good as mine; better, in fact," I tell him.

"I'll tell you what, though..." Rose trails off.

"What?" the Doctor turns to her.

"Werewolf!" she gives a tiny squeal and George and I share a look, rolling our eyes. 

"I know!" the Doctor laughs and Rose joins in as they throw their arms around each other. "You alright?" he asks her, pulling away.

"I'm ok, yeah!" she nods, smiling up at him. 

"You alright?" the Doctor turns to me. 

"Yeah," I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist. 

"I was worried, you know, when you stayed back with Captain Reynolds and George," he breathes, nuzzling his face in my neck and pressing a kiss against my skin. "But I am so proud," he squeezes me tightly.

"Aw, shucks, sweetie, you're gonna make me tear up," I tease, running my fingers through his hair and making him laugh quietly. "Seriously, though... I'm sorry for worrying you," I murmur, pulling away and the Doctor kisses me quickly. 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," Sir Robert sighs and I look to see him sitting with his head in his hands. "It's all my fault, I should've sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong, I... thought you might notice," he lifts his head to look at the Queen. "Did you think there was nothing strange about my household staff?" 

"Well, they were bald, athletic... your wife's away, I just thought you were happy," the Doctor shrugs and I cover my mouth quickly when I laugh. 

"Sorry," I mutter sheepishly when everyone looks at me. 

"I'll tell you what though, Ma'am, I bet you're not amused now," Rose tries again. 

"Do you think this is funny?" Queen Victoria snaps. 

"No, Ma'am, I'm sorry," Rose murmurs contritely, looking down and George squeezes her shoulder.

"What, exactly, I pray someone please, what exactly is that creature?" the Queen demands. 

"You'd call it a werewolf, but technically it's a more of a lupine wavelength haemovariform," the Doctor explains, scratching the back of his head. 

"And should I trust you, sir? You who change your voice so easily? What happened to your accent?" she glares at him and my eyes widen slightly as I realize the Doctor had dropped the Scottish accent.

"Oh... right, sorry..." the Doctor stumbles over his words.

"I'll not have it," Queen Victoria cuts him off. "No, sir, not you... not that thing... none of it; this is not my world," she denies. 

"With all due respect, Your Majesty," I cut in, making her head snap in my direction. "This is 'your world', it's just a part you haven't seen yet, whether you accept that or not," I tell her.

"I do not need to take the advice of wild, half-dressed child who uses witchcraft," she glares at me.

"The witchcraft that saved my life," Reynolds cuts in and I send him an appreciative smile while the Queen sends him a disapproving glare. "Apologies, Ma'am," he murmurs sheepishly, backing down. 

"Your choice not to take my advice or not," I shrug. "But being that closed off can be hazardous to the health; take my word as a doctor's wife," I smile, giving her a fake and condescending curtsy as she stares at me in shock.

I turn away from her, fed up with her superior attitude toward everyone. She's not the only person freaked out or in danger and she didn't even bother to help when we were barricading the room. I knew she had been the one to 'dispose' of Father Angelo, but that had been to save herself. She didn't bother trying to help when others were in danger and acted as if what was happening wasn't really happening.

"Doing alright?" George asks by my shoulder and I jump slightly, making him chuckle. "You've got that face," he notes as I look around the room to find some sort of clue. 

"What face?" I frown, turning to him. 

"When someone's pissed you off and you're trying not to lose it, also you've been picking at your glove for the past five minutes," he tells me and I roll my eyes. 

"I hate that you're so deceivingly perceptive," I huff, looking at the doors closely. 

"I just know you," he shrugs. 

"If you must know, I'm fine... just don't see why just because Vicky over there is Queen means she has to be a royal pain in my arse," I rub my thumb over my moon charm. 

"Thinking about Remus?" he asks softly, making me freeze for a moment. 

"How could I not? We're fighting a 'werewolf'," I retort, my voice thick as tear well up. "Mistletoe..." I trail off, running my fingers on the carving. "Sweetie?"

"What is it?" the Doctor asks, walking over. "Hm... Mistletoe," he examines it carefully. 

"Is the carving significant?" Reynolds asks, coming over. 

"Could be," I nod. "Sir Robert, did you father put that there?" 

"I don't know, I suppose..." he shrugs. 

"On the other door, too... a carving wouldn't be enough... I wonder..." he trails off as he examines the other door.

"Don't- and he licks it," I sigh. 

"Lick the door," the Doctor turns to me, nodding to the door with a goofy grin. 

"I may be mad, but I'm not that mad," I shake my head as he pulls me over. 

"Humor me, I want to see if you can taste it," he still has that stupid grin on his face. 

I wrinkle my nose and lick the door: "viscum album," I mutter, wiping my tongue off on my shirt sleeve. 

"The oil of the Mistletoe," the Doctor nods eagerly and I snort quietly. "It's been worked into the wood like a varnish! How clever was your dad!? I love him!" he beams at Sir Robert. 

"Mistletoe is really powerful," I explain to everyone. 

"Bursting with lectins and viscotoxins," the Doctor nods. "'Atta girl," he smiles, tapping under my chin and making me smile.

"And the wolf's allergic to it?" Rose frowns. 

"No, no, no, it just thinks it is," I shake my head.

"The monkey monk monks need a way of controlling the wolf, maybe they trained it to react against certain things," the Doctor muses.

"Nevertheless, that creature won't give up, Doctor, and we still don't possess an actual weapon," Sir Robert sighs. 

"Oh, your father got all the brains, didn't he?" the Doctor scoffs.

"Being rude again, medicine man," I turn to him with a smirk.

"Good, I meant that one," he winks at me, walking over to a book shelf. "You want weapons? We're in a library! Books! Best weapons in the world," he slips on his 'clever' specs. "This room's the greatest arsenal we could have: arm yourself," he throw a book to Rose. 

"I was wrong, we don't need 'Mione," George smirks. "We've got the male version of her," he snorts, making me stifle my laugh as the Doctor rolls his eyes. 

Rose, the Doctor, George, Sir Robert, Reynolds, and I all get out books and start looking through them, murmuring over one another. I was annoyed to notice that the Queen was just sitting, watching, but I held my tongue.

"Look what your old dad found," the Doctor tells Sir Robert as he hops down from the ladder he was on. "Something fell to Earth," he sets the book down. 

We all crowd around and on the page was an illustration of something falling to the Earth.

"A spaceship?" George asks, looking over Rose's shoulder. 

"A shooting star," Sir Robert corrects. "'In the year of our Lord, 1540, under the reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit'," he reads. "That's the Glen of Saint Catherine just by the Monastery," he realizes. 

"But that's over three hundred years ago," Rose points out. "What's it been waiting for?" 

"Maybe it wasn't strong enough, maybe just one cell survived the crash," I shrug.

"Adapting slowly down the generations," the Doctor nods. "It survived through the humans... host after host after host," he murmurs.

"But why does it want the throne?" Reynolds frowns.

"That's what it wants," Rose tells us. "It said so, the... the Empire of the Wolf," she shudders slightly.

Imagine it... the Victorian Age accelerated... starships and missiles fueled by coal and driven by steam... leaving history devastated in its wake..." the Doctor says darkly.

"Drama-Queen," I tease and he sends me a wide grin.

"Sir Robert! Captain Reynolds!" the Queen calls to them and they go to her as I roll my eyes. "If I am to die here-"

"Don't talk like that, Your Majesty," Reynolds shakes his head. 

"I would destroy myself rather than let that creature infect me," she retorts firmly. "But that's no matter... I ask only that you find some place of safekeeping for something far older and more precious than myself," she opens up her bag. 

"Yeah, not really the time to worry about your valuable, Ma'am," I roll my eyes.

"Thank you for your opinion, but there is nothing more valuable than this," she pulls the Koh-I-Noor from her purse.

"Whoa," George's eyes widen.

"Is that the Koh-I-Noor?" Rose asks in awe.

"Oh, yes... the greatest diamond in the world," the Doctor mutters as he and Rose move forward to get a closer look. 

"Given to me as the spoils of war," Queen Victoria tells us. "Perhaps its legend is now coming true; it is said that whoever owns it must surely die."

"Well, that's true of anything if you own it long enough," the Doctor retorts. "Can I...?" he holds his hand out and the Queen hands it to him carefully. "That is so beautiful," he murmurs, pushing his glasses down to the end of his nose. 

"Certainly shiny," I comment, walking over and leaning my head on the Doctor's shoulder. 

"How much is that worth?" Rose asks.

"They say... the wages of the entire planet for a whole week," the Doctor says, turning it in his hand.

"Good job my mum's not here... she'd be fighting the wolf off with her bare hands for that thing," Rose smiles. 

"And she'd win," I joke, making Rose laugh. 

"Where is the wolf? I don't trust this silence," Sir Robert huffs, walking away.

"Why do you travel with a diamond that big?" George asks.

"My annual pilgrimage. I'm taking it to Helier and Carew. The Royal Jewellers at Hazelhead. The stone needs recutting," Queen Victoria explains.

"Oh, but it's perfect," Rose protests in a slight whine, running her finger along the diamond and making me smile.

"My late husband never thought so," Queen Victoria sighs sadly.

"Now, there's a fact, Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-I-Noor cut down," the Doctor takes his glasses off. "It used to be forty percent bigger than this. But he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting," he explains.

"He always said... the shine was not quite right, but he died with it still unfinished," Victoria tells him.

"Unfinished... oh, yes!" the Doctor shouts and I jump at the sudden volume as he tosses the diamond to the Queen. "There's a lot of unfinished business in this house. His father's research, your husband, Ma'am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond, hold on, hold on..." he ruffles his hair violently and turns to me as my eyes widen in realization. "All these separate things, they're not separate at all, they're connected! Oh, my head, my head!" he pulls at his hair. "What if, this house, it's a trap for you, is that right, Ma'am?"

"Obviously," the Queen retorts. 

"At least, that's what the wolf intended," the Doctor counters excitedly and I smile fondly. "But! What if there's a trap inside the trap?"

"Explain yourself, Doctor," queen Victoria snaps.

"What if his father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories, they dared to imagine all this was true and they planned against it. Laying the real trap not for you... but for the wolf," the Doctor explains and I frown, seeing dust fall on his shoulder. 

I reach over and brush it off, seeing that it was plaster. Everyone looks up at the ceiling to see the wolf standing on domed glass, growling at us. 

"That wolf there..." George mutters quietly. 

The glass break and everyone rushes to the door. All of us, except the Queen, quickly unbarricade the door and rush out.

"Out! Out! Out!" the Doctor urges to us to move faster. 

"Your Majesty!" Sir Robert and Reynolds call after the Queen worriedly. 

"Doctor!" I shout when I see him staring at the wolf and he hurriedly shuts the library doors. 

The Doctor rushes over and grabs my hand along the way as we follow the others. 

"Gotta get to the observatory!" I call after everyone.

The seven us skid around a corner with the wolf right behind us and I hear Rose let out a scream. I turn, horrified to see her staring at the wolf as it barrels toward her. 

"Doll!" I scream, running forward and yanking her out of the way as something is poured over the wolf. The wolf rears back and cries out in pain before rushing off.

I pull a shaking Rose into my arms and hold her tightly: "what the fucking hell was that!?" I yell as she hugs me back just as tight. 

"Oh, my God," she shudders, burying her face against my neck.

"Good shot!" the Doctor praises as he and George rush over.

"It was mistletoe!" Lady Isobel tells us.

The Doctor rushes over to see where the wolf is and Sir Robert has a moment with his wife. I don't pay them any mind as I stroke Rose's hair to calm her. 

"Shh, it's alright, I'm here," I coo to her.

Rose breathes out slowly before pulling away from me and shaking about a bit.

"I'm good," she nods to me and I smile widely. 

"Thank goodness," George sighs in relief, pulling Rose into a hug. "Thought I was gonna be left alone with the Doctor and Eva and their alien love," he jokes, making Rose laugh as she pulls away.

"Come on!" the Doctor calls as he comes back and our little group follows after him.

"The observatory's this way!" Sir Robert calls over his shoulder as he turns a corner.

We reach the central staircase and run up the stairs as fast as we can. The Doctor rushes to the Observatory doors and holds them open: "no mistletoe on these doors, your father wanted the wolf to get inside! Get inside I just need time! Is there any way of barricading this!?" he rambles quickly.

"Just do your work and I'll defend it," Sir Robert says.

"If we could bind them shut with rope or something!" the Doctor goes on, ignoring the man.

"I said I'd find you time, sir," he says more firm. 

"Get inside," Reynolds tells him, getting his gun out and ready. 

"Georgie?" I raise an eyebrow at him, getting my wand out. 

"Suppose it can't hurt," he shrugs, getting his wand out as well. 

"Go on, sweetie," I usher him in the room. 

"You better come back," Rose runs over and hugs me tightly. "Both of you," she pulls away and pulls George into a hug. 

"Course we will, Rosie," George smiles, kissing the top of her head and I raise an eyebrow at that. 

Rose pulls back with a faint blush and hurries into the room with a squeak when she sees me. I smile, shaking my head. 

"Good on you," the Doctor claps sir Robert and Reynolds each on the shoulder. "George," he pats his head teasingly. "Love," he turns to me and grabs my face as he crashes his lips to mine. 

I let out a squeak of surprise before melting into the kiss and grasping his shirt. He pulls away and winks at my flustered self. 

"Be careful," he smirks before rushing in and shutting the doors. 

George makes a gagging sound and I roll my eyes, my face red as I slap him upside his head. He yelps and glares at me as he rubs his head and Sir Robert and Reynolds were awkwardly trying to avoid looking at me. 

"Alright, boys," I smirk, turning toward the end of the hall and see the wolf come into view. "Let's do this!" I whoop. 

George and I raise our wands, Reynolds raises his gun, and Sir Robert grabs a sword from the wall. 

"I committed treason for you," Sir Robert glares at the wolf. "And now my wife will know me as a man with honor!" he lunges forward, slashing at the wolf. 

Reynolds fires a few shots, being careful in his aim so he doesn't shoot Sir Robert. I send a stunning spell at the wolf and it gets thrown back. It digs it's claws into the floor as it slides back, creating deep ruts in the wood. It meets my eyes and snarls, barreling forward. George steps in front of me and sends a stream of fire at the wolf and it howls in pain as it's caught in the arm by the flame. Sir Robert slashes at its leg, causing a gash to form in it's calf and it howls in pain again as Reynolds fires a shot into its shoulder. 

"Eva, now!" the Doctor calls. 

"Run!" I shout to the three men and we all rush to the doors with the wolf right behind us. 

I throw the doors open and the four of us dive out of the way as the wolf comes in, snarling and breathing heavily. A bright light from the telescope reflects off the diamond, which was on the floor, onto the wolf. I lay back, breathing heavily with my hearts racing as the wolf is lifted into the air by the light. It's body morphs back into the man's.

"Make it brighter, let me go," he whispers. 

The Doctor quietly walks over to the telescope and amplifies the light. The wolf form gives one last howl before disappearing. 

"Wicked!" I whoop tiredly, making George, Sir Robert, and Reynolds laugh as they lay beside me. 

"We survived," Sir Robert pulls himself to his feet. 

"We did it, we beat the beast," Reynolds grins, standing as well. 

George stands and holds a hand out to me: "m'lady," he smirks and I grab his hand, allowing him to yank me to my feet. 

I yelp as a flash of blonde crashes into me.

"We did it!" Rose cheers, holding me tightly. 

"I know!" I laugh, the two of us jumping up and down. 

"Your Majesty? Did it bite you?" the Doctor asks suddenly and everyone turns to the Queen, who was examining her wrist intently. 

"No, it's... it's a cut," she waves off.

"Ma'am, if that thing bit you..." Reynolds says cautiously, walking over to her. 

"It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart," she tells us.

"Let me see," I hold my hand out to her.

"It is nothing," she pulls her hand back sharply. 

"Hm, quite," I narrow my eyes at her before walking off. 

After everyone was cleaned up and rested, we were all gathered in the parlor of the house. Lady Isobel and Sir Robert were stood together with his arm around her waist. They could hardly keep away from each after almost being separated last night. Reynolds was stood behind the Queen, standing tall and proud as he was promoted to Captain-General. Flora was stood beside her lady, relief evident on her face as she survived the night. Sir Robert had been pardoned of any treason by the Queen and the Doctor, Rose, George, and I were knelt in front of the Queen. 

Queen Victoria takes a sword and taps the Doctor on each shoulder with the flat of the blade: "by the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub the: Sir Doctor of TARDIS," she announces and moves on to Rose. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub the: Dame Rose of the Powell Estate," she taps her shoulders and moves to George. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub the: Sir George of the Burrow," she taps his shoulders and moves to me. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub the: Dame Evangeline of TARDIS and the Burrow," she taps my shoulders. "You may stand," she instructs and the four of us share wide grins as we stand. 

"Many thanks, Ma'am," the Doctor smiles.

"Thanks! They're never going to believe this back home," Rose laughs.

"Thanks," I nod with a smile.

"Thanks, can't wait to rub this in ickle Ronnikins' face," George grins, making me snort loudly.

"Your Majesty, you said last night about receiving a message from the great beyond; I think your husband cut that diamond to save your life," the Doctor tells her. "He's protecting you even now Ma'am, even from beyond the grave," he smiles gently.

"Indeed," Queen Victoria nods. "Then you may think on this, also: that I am not amused," she narrows her eyes.

George and I snicker as the Doctor groans and Rose gives a tiny squeal of joy at winning the bet. 

"Not remotely amused," the Queen snaps and Rose tries to collect herself, failing miserably as she was grinning from ear to ear. "And henceforth... I banish you," she announces.

"I'm sorry...?" the Doctor frowns.

"I rewarded you, Sir Doctor, and now you are exiled from this empire, never to return," she glares. "I don't know what you are, the four of you, or where you're from, but I know that you consort with stars, and magic, and think it fun. But your world is steeped in terror and blasphemy and death and I will not allow it! You will leave this shores and you will reflect, I hope, on how you managed to stray so far from all that is good. And how much longer you will survive this... terrible life," she gives each of us a disdainful look.

"You've no right to make that judgment on us," I glare at her. 

"And you, Dame Evangeline, have an utter lack of respect for those who hold authority, I will not be sorry to never have to see you again," she glares at me. 

"I don't have a lack of respect for those of authority, Vicky, I have a lack of respect for people who look down on those below them and expect to have their arse kissed just cause their the Queen," I glare right back. "See ya!" I flip her off, making her splutter in shock and anger. "Georgie, now!" I yell. 

George laughs, grabbing Rose's hand and I grab the Doctor's as we apparate to where the TARDIS is. Rose and the Doctor clutch their stomachs, gasping, as George and I lean against the TARDIS, laughing our heads off. 

"I can't believe you just gave a Queen the bird!" George wheezes.

"She totally deserved it!" I get around my laughter as the Doctor and Rose right themselves and join us. 

"That was brilliant!" Rose gasps, leaning against me. 

"God, you're amazing," the Doctor smiles, kissing my forehead as he unlocks the TARDIS and we head in. "You know what, though? The funny thing is, Queen Victoria did actually suffer a mutation of the blood!" he tells us as me and him send the TARDIS into deep space. "It's historical record hemophilia; it used to be called the Royal Disease! But it's always been a mystery because she didn't inherit it! Her mum didn't have it her dad didn't have it, it came from nowhere!" he leans against the console, folding his arms.

"What, and you're saying that's a wolf bite?" Rose asks, siting in the jump-seat with George, who rests his feet on the console.

"Well, maybe Haemophilia is just a Victorian euphemism," I smirk.

"For werewolf?" Rose asks. 

"Well, not exactly a werewolf," I mutter. "But, yeah, could be," I snort. 

"Queen Victoria's a werewolf?" Rose asks slowly.

"Could be! And, her children had the Royal Disease," the Doctor smiles. "Maybe she gave them a quick nip," he bites at me playfully and I giggle, pushing his face away. 

"So, the Royal Family are werewolves?" George asks, snickering as he throws an arm around Rose's shoulders.

"Well... maybe not yet," the Doctor shrugs. "I mean, a single wolf cell could take... a hundred years to mature... might be ready by... oooh... early 21st century...?" he smirks, tilting his head.

"Nah! That's just ridiculous! Mind you... Princess Anne...!" Rose snickers.

"I'll say no more," the Doctor pretends to lock his lips.

"If you think about, they're quite private," I smile. 

"They plan everything in advance! They, they could schedule themselves around the moon, we'd never know!" Rose laughs. "They like hunting! They love blood sports! Oh my God, they're werewolves!" 

The four of us howl, falling over one another as we burst out laughing.

A/N: thanks for reading! What do you guys think is going on with Eva and Bad Wolf and the tapping in her head? Alphawolfgirl666 I bet you can guess what it has to do with *hint, hint, wink wink* Do you guys like Rose and George? Should they be with each other or someone else? Please give me your opinion? *makes a show of begging* Hope you liked it, let me know! :*