Small, short drabble. Fundy coming back to SMP Lands, and still uncaring over everything because he maintained the mindset of ‘nothing he does ever mattered’.
Not gonna say much except, future Fundy and Sapnap friendship, Fundy and Eret parental relationship.
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One year, just one year he had been away from this place.
He did not miss it at all.
The smell of gunpowder still wafted through the air, tensions high strung, like a drawn back bow. The new addition of those... disgusting red things (vines, he remembered Puffy calling them, vines) made it all the more painful to return. The hole (his home! His home that his own grandfather blew up!) where New L'manburg used to stand was covered in glass, so no one could fall down and hurt (or kill) themselves.
It was painful just to see it, the realization that what he and Niki had said during pre-battle Doomsday all that time ago, was true. L'manburg no longer exists.
Their L'manburg, was gone the day of the election.
Was gone, the day Wilbur was gone.
He strolled through the streets of SMP, feeling rather uncomfortable being there. He remembered the main reason he had burnt their supplies, nothing he did ever mattered.
That didn't matter too, after all, they had never stood a chance.
But he also remembered, the one person who kept supporting him through tough times and more. He held back a choked laughter, how ironic, the only person that he could rely on, was Eret, the first traitor.
He walked past his ice cream shop (he shared it with his brother, but- oh right, his brother left him too. Just like everyone else), and noticed a vine seed about to drop onto it from Purpled's (he left somewhere, he was smart) abandoned UFO home. He contemplated removing it, destroying it so his (their) ice cream shop would remain clean, untouched and safe, even if it was for a short while.
But he couldn't bring himself to do so.
He continued walking along the Prime path, heading towards Eret's castle, casting a side glance towards the still ruined community house. As far as he knew, it was Sapnap who tried to restore it. Sapnap, the infamous pet killer, the arsonist, was the one who tried restoring the house. The first building, the building that acted as a hospital for a younger, clumsier and more reckless him.
How ironic, he couldn't help but think.
He spotted said arsonist walk past and they connected eyes, Fundy tensed a bit, remembering their fight during the first pet war, but was taken aback when Sapnap was the one who offered a tentative smile and small nod. An olive branch, a peace offering, a truce, a request to fix things between them.
Fundy nodded back, though a bit hesitant, but it was apparently enough for the arsonist who smiled a bit wider. (How long had it been since he saw Sapnap smile, of genuine happiness, at someone else other than his small circle of friends? Before L’manburg, it seemed like centuries ago...)
If he had been paying attention, he would’ve noticed how tense Sapnap had been with the other residents here, just like everyone else. He would’ve noticed how paranoid he became, he would’ve seen the grieving looks Sapnap shot the community house, he would’ve noticed how the betrayal of Dream affected him, how the loss of the house of memories affected him.
Ironic, that Sapnap was the one who didn’t immediately treat him with animosity.
He approached the castle with the rainbow windows, the mingos were all gone, and Fundy felt a small pang in his chest at their loss. Though it was a prank, it was a prank he had been sure that Eret would like, and he did, but it was taken down by Dream.
For George...
He felt bitter, as the void came back to enclose his emotions, when had he become completely uncaring of everything? Was it right after Ranboo left him, after expressing his desire to remain with Ranboo, his brother? After everything? After all their promises? Was it after finding out how Niki talked negatively about him behind his back to Hbomb, someone who may be annoying but he truly liked being around? Was it after seeing how his own grandfather seemed to protect Ranboo from him? Was it when he finally realized that no one actually cared about him?
"Fungi?" That nickname.... two people used to call him that, and one turned her back on him. That voice.... "FUNGI!! It's really you!!!"
He felt impact upon his back as someone rushed to envelop him in a deep hug. Fundy felt himself relax into the hug and turned to look at the figure. Tall, kind, glasses, crown, Eret.
"Eret?" Fundy whispered. Eret still cared for him? Someone in this godforsaken kingdom still cared?
"Fungi, I thought you were gone!! You left without telling us anything after the failed resurrection!! Oh Fungi, please never scare me like that again." Eret kept hugging Fundy, softly whispering, reminding Fundy of a father.
He was supposed to be adopted by Eret, and even after the first failed attempt, Eret still kept coming back for him.
"I care about you, Fundy."
And Fundy burst into tears, silently sobbing as all the pent up emotions from his return burst out, letting Eret slowly hold him. They stood there for quite some time, by the gates of Eret's empty castle. Eret felt it drain of 'life' after Fundy left, and now that Fundy was back, Eret felt life come back.
Fundy looked up at Eret, mischief shining in his teary eyes, Eret was only so glad to see hints of emotion return to the young fox's eyes, after seeing him becoming so uncaring about everything, after seeing the grief and agony when he snapped during Doomsday. It felt good to see Fundy be himself again, even if it was for a short while.
And if it was only in his presence? Then Eret would gladly take it, and protect that spark of Fundy forever so no one could snuff it out.
"So is the adoption still a thing?"
Eret laughed, genuinely laughed, genuinely smiling ever since he learnt that Fundy disappeared.
Me: *thinking about what other little differences Pete’s World would have*
My brain: what if instead of an apple they say “A pear a day keeps the doctor away”, which gets unofficially banned after the very first time Pete uses it in Rose’s presence, and she quietly loses it.
Ten, fresh wounds from losing Rose in Canary Warf, can't help but think of all the missed opportunities he had with Rose: times he could have spent time with her instead of doing needless maintenance, choosing to dance with her instead of scowling on the sidelines, pushing her away. All the times he could have told her and shown her how much, how deeply he loved her. He impulsively goes back to one time that stands out in his mind, at a bar in which Rose had just asked his younger self to dance with her and he'd turned her down, then stalked off brooding when she danced with some pretty boy. Ten gives Nine a good look at his future... himself, broken as badly as just after he'd ended the Time War, but this time there's no Rose. When Ten leaves, Nine tries to go back to the TARDIS, but she's locked him out, giving her opinion that Ten was right and he shouldn't waste his one chance and let it slip away. Nine goes back, cuts in on the pretty boy and dances with Rose. (Can be sfw or nsfw)
Ten x Rose
Rated T
Telepathy (telepathic marriage bond)
Angst
Fluffy laughter
Not exactly a rewrite
Dimension Hopping Rose
JE fixit
Happy ending!
Beta’d by the ever fabulous MrsBertucci
AO3 and TSP and on Tumblr Chapter 1
Part of the The Adventures of Bad Wolf and the TARDIS…and their Doctor series
…promise you forever
“Oh, Doctor,” Rose sighed. She looked down at him, dressed only in his trousers, and lying, rumpled, in their bed, and didn’t know whether to be exasperated—or hit him. Again.
He eyed her, tired and strained, his hand grasping hers as if afraid to let go; his dimples dug into his cheeks and his freckles stood out starkly on his pale face. He looked haunted, and Rose, wearing only his dress shirt, resettled herself on their bed and stroked her fingertips over his face, along his forehead, down his cheeks, over and over.
“I didn’t mean to, Rose,” he promised. “It wasn’t like that, I swear! It was a genetic transfer, that’s all!”
“I know.” Rose sighed and cupped his cheek, pressing her lips to his as if to erase the other woman’s touch. “But does Martha?”
“I told her,” he insisted.
“What about your ring?” She lifted his left hand where he wore the ring she’d given him when they exchanged Earth vows in front of the judge and her mum. (And the TARDIS, sitting innocuously in the registrar’s office.)
“When I was in hospital, they asked if I was married.” His voice hollowed and his fingers tightened around hers. “Wanted to call my wife. I said I was—that I was—” his voice smashed into shards around them.
“Oh.” Widowed.
He said he was widowed. Martha thought she, Rose, was dead. Her chest felt like it was going to cave into itself, but Rose tried to understand. Really, she did. Martha only knew what the Doctor told her, she didn’t know he lied.
No doubt she thought he kissed her either on the rebound or—well, it didn’t matter did it.
“I miss you, Rose. My hearts. So much.”
“I miss you, too.” Rose settled back on his chest, letting his double heartbeat calm her.
Even if her physical head wasn’t physically on his chest, they’d shared a telepathic link for long enough that her body believed it real. That was enough. For now. It had to be.
“You have to tell Martha, though. If not about us, then at least that you’re not interested. You have to make it clear, no more mixed signals.”
The Doctor sighed again and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest as if his life depended on it. “I will.”
“But she’s good, yeah?” Rose asked, fishing for more about this Martha and maybe—just maybe—trying not to compare herself with the newbie. The newbie who was going to be a doctor.
“She is.” His smile came clear through. “Very observant, she’s a star.”
Rose laughed and raised her head to kiss him. “Where are you now?”
“Hmm? Oh, we’re in bed.”
“Doctor!” She jerked out of his arms and sat up.
“What? I didn’t mean it like that!”
Rose laughed again and poked his chest. “You’re lying in bed with a woman you kissed not 24 hours ago and you don’t think she’ll get the wrong impression?”
“Ah. Well…” He tugged his ear and looked sheepish. “I never thought about it.” He sobered and looked at her. “I only ever really think about you.”
Well that certainly melted her.
“You’re all I think about, too.” She kissed him, soft and gentle and pushed all her love for her amazing husband through their link. Sitting up, she smirked and added mischievously, “Well, not all the time. Sometimes I think about Mickey’s theory on the rift.”
The Doctor laughed, as he was meant to. “Yeah, but that’s to find your way back here.” He smirked and preened. “To me.”
“Course it’s not,” Rose scoffed. “It’s really to be with the TARDIS again.” Even in their telepathic bedroom, the TARDIS hummed delightedly. Rose grinned up at the ship and sent a wave of love to Her. “See? She knows, too.”
He grabbed her around the waist and tugged her back onto bed, wrapping his body around hers. Nuzzling her hair, he cupped her breast through his shirt and sighed contentedly against her neck, a cool puff of air. “What are you doing?”
“I’m in the lab office,” she admitted. Rose covered his hands with hers, nestling closer to him. It was never close enough. “Trying to study for tomorrow’s test.”
“I could help with that.”
“Help?” She giggled and turned her head to look at him. “Or distract?”
“Hmm.” His hands glided down her sides then up again, beneath the shirt. “Both?”
“How long has it been for you?” Rose whispered.
“Too long.”
“Doctor—how long?”
“Since we last—since Norway?” He didn’t pull back but pulled her closer. “177 days and 15 hours.”
“It’s been longer for me,” Rose admitted but then he probably already knew that. “How is it we keep in sync when our universes aren’t?”
“Oh, well, that’s because we’re bonded, a telepathic bond doesn’t really—oops, gotta go! Screaming in the middle of the night is never a good sign.”
Rose opened her eyes and stared at the lab. She really did have studying to do, but with the Doctor’s phantom touch still tinging through her, hadn’t the focus to do much of anything. Still, she did have a test tomorrow and she did plan to pass it. Spectacularly.
Unfortunately, later when the Doctor shut out all telepathic contact, her head throbbed too hard to concentrate.
“Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting!”
He’d screamed those words to the Carrionites, his hearts pounding wildly as he tried to keep Rose safe. The Doctor had no idea if it were possible for the other species to tap into his mind and follow the telepathic thread to Rose, but he sure as hell wasn’t taking any chances.
Now, as he and Martha walked back to the TARDIS, he slowly opened himself back to Rose and offered an apology to her for hurting her so badly. Her mind slept, but, as always, accepted his presence. Grinning slightly, he kissed her goodnight and promised to be there when she woke.
Forever.
The Doctor brought Martha to New New York. He had a vague plan to tell her about Rose. To be fair, the constant ache between his hearts for missing his wife might’ve influenced his choice of locales, he was feeling nostalgic, and frankly didn’t want to tell Martha on the TARDIS where everything reminded him of Rose.
The Old Girl missed Rose, too. And it wasn’t that the TARDIS didn’t like Martha, far as the Doctor could tell She did, but talking about Rose while in their home didn’t sit well. As if he talked of a (dead) wife and not one very much alive and still with him. Just not physically.
Of course that was before kidnappers and choking smog and the Face of Boe.
“I lied.” He tried to tell Martha about Gallifrey, did his best, and wondered how his home world might segue into Rose. Because he’d lied to Martha about so much in such a short time. And Rose was right, he had to tell Martha the truth about his wife, at least.
“I’m sorry,” Martha said and sounded sad for him. Not angry he lied, but…understanding, the Doctor supposed. “Was your wife from Gallifrey?”
“Rose?” He shook his head and looked at his ring, turning the band round and round. “No. She’s Human.” He took a deep breath, though technically speaking he didn’t need to, and met Martha’s gaze. “Rose isn’t dead, Martha. She’s…lost.”
He paused and felt Rose telepathically take his hand, kiss the back of it, and hold tight between hers. She was involved in other things, he could tell by the slight distance in her presence. It didn’t matter, her touch helped, soothed, gave him strength.
Always had.
“The—Canary Wharf. She—we were there, and we tried—we tried to close the void, she—her lever was—anyway.” He swallowed and sat up, dragging his hands down his face. “She’s not dead. But she is in a parallel world. Trapped there. I can’t—I can’t reach her.”
“I’m sorry, Doctor.” It started to rain again, but neither moved from their impromptu circle. “Why did you—” she shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat but before he could even begin to think of how to tell Martha about their telepathic connection—or if he should—she continued.
“Is that why you sometimes stare into space? You’re—you’re…searching for her?”
The Doctor opened his mouth. Snapped it closed. Martha Jones, hadn’t he told Rose she was observant? He grinned slightly and pushed back his anger and loss. He hadn’t lost everything. He still had his beloved ship and he still had Rose, despite her current physical distance.
“We—we’re connected, Martha. Telepathically.” The word cut his hearts and scraped his throat, but he admitted the truth to his new friend. “And even though the walls between universes have sealed tight, there are still pinpricks. Little spaces that allow our bond to slip through. We can still communicate with each other.”
She looked shocked, and he couldn’t blame her. Telepathy for Humans was one of those things seen on telly or read about in stories. A great idea, fun to speculate about, maybe even wish for, but no one could ever truly comprehend the scope of it.
The intimacy.
Until they shared their minds, their thoughts, their essence with another.
“You can still talk to her?”
“Yes.”
Martha opened and closed her mouth a few times then nodded. “That explains so much,” she muttered. “Well. I’m glad.” She offered a smile, a faint curl of her lips. “I’m glad she’s alive and I’m very happy to hear you can still communicate with her.”
“Me, too, Martha.” He stood and turned for the TARDIS. “Me, too.”
“What do you think he meant?” Rose asked him later when Martha was showering from her smoggy adventure. “You are not alone. They will return.”
“I don’t know.”
She snorted and he craned his neck to look down at her, but didn’t—couldn’t—release her. “Let’s presume—or hope—one of the ‘they’ at least means me, yeah? We both know one way or another I’m coming back to you.”
He pulled her tighter and kissed the top of her head. “Yes. You are.”
“Do you think he—is the Face of Boe male?” Rose turned her head to kiss the underside of his jaw, fingers toying with his. “Do you think he meant the Time Lords?”
The Doctor shuddered. “I hope not,” he fervently whispered.
“Yeah.” Rose turned in his arms and as much as he didn’t want her to see him just now—or to ever discuss the return of the Time Lords—she left him no choice. She never had, not even at the beginning of their relationship.
Then again, their first date had been the end of the world and him telling her he was alone. She hadn’t been confident in her questioning, and of course he’d ignored her at first, but she’d asked over chips and soda. In the end, as they walked back to the TARDIS hand-in-hand, the Doctor had admitted his search for his people.
How, after the Time War, he’d looked for anyone. Even his—Susan. Even Susan hadn’t been spared; she’d fought for the life of the universe alongside Romana in the end. But they’d both, Susan and Romana, had given their blessing to end that damnable war.
It hadn’t been until they meet the Dalek in Utah that he admitted his role in the war. As she had when he first told her about his people and the war, Rose held him when he admitted he—ended it.
Now, wrapped tight in Rose’s arms, he sniffed back choking, oppressive grief and tears. No, he didn’t want Rose to know about his past or about his actions.
The again, he knew what he was getting into when they bonded. Sharing every part of himself hadn’t terrified the Doctor as he always expected it to.
“I’ll be here, Doctor,” Rose promised. “I promised you forever and I mean it.”
summary: The culmination of the TARDIS meddling with the fate of her inhabitants, Rose Tyler always doing her Very Best, and purple fields.
inspired by the prompts on @doctorroseprompts for this week: Rose regenerating + the Doctor regenerating while Rose isn’t there, to create: Rose regenerating while the Doctor isn’t there. also a reunion fic! i love me a good reunion.
AO3
The Doctor awoke with a start.
It wasn't very often that the Doctor slept, but when he did, he usually walked among nightmare after nightmare. For a brief, drowsy moment, he assumed that had been the reasoning for his sudden awakening, but he quickly realized there'd been no bad dream. How odd, he thought. However, he didn't consider this peculiarity for very long before he realized a newfound need rested within him, and the TARDIS echoed this need back to him - he had to visit the expansive, free-trade markets of Hilfaaren. He couldn't really place his finger on the root of this desire, but he didn't really give it much thought. He reckoned it was probably the TARDIS telling him to go out and mingle, because she knew he needed to stop moping around. She'd been echoing this idea for days now, and perhaps she was right. With that, he got dressed and ready, and marched himself to the console room.
Upon arriving, he expected something to suddenly jump out at him, to reveal the reasoning of his need to be here. But nothing made itself evident, and after a few moments of blearily looking around, he shrugged, and stepped forth into the market. He was sure there were a few parts here he could use for the continual upgrades he was always making on the TARDIS...
"Doctor!"
The Doctor spun around, his eyes flickering all about him to find the source of the cry. The voice that had spoken had sounded familiar, but... there was no familiar face it seemed to belong to.
All of a sudden, a woman with light brown hair faded into view, and barreled towards him before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his pinstriped suit jacket.
"Doctor, I found you!"
This woman felt so familiar to him, and yet he knew he'd never seen her face before in any of his lives. He never forgot a face. Blasted timelines, he thought, I'm always meeting people in the wrong order.
She was crying, he could tell from the way her body shook slightly. Though he didn't know her yet, he brought his hands to rest softly on her back, trying to soothe her.
He nearly asked her who she was before the TARDIS' telepathic presence in his mind so abruptly told him to stop. He met her remark with confusion and curiosity, and asked her to elaborate. She tugged on old telepathic centers of his brain that he hadn't used in years, and bid he look there.
He shut his eyes, and reached out in vain to the people he knew weren't there. It was empty, always would be empty, in that corner of his mind and the TARDIS knew that and how could she ask of him to try when -
He gasped.
Oh, what a glorious, hopeful feeling this was.
"Rose!" he cried, and tears sprung to his eyes. The woman in his arms leaned back a little to meet his gaze, and she was grinning from ear to ear. Her features were different, but her eyes... She giggled with bright joy, and there was an overwhelming sense of compassion that felt to just radiate from her. He had no idea how it could be, but it was Rose.
She nodded excitedly. "I was so worried you wouldn't recognize me!" She laughed again, shaking her head. "I was so worried, the Void had nearly shut and I was so focused on not losing you, and all of a sudden I was surrounded by this golden light, and I could hear the TARDIS singin' in my head, 'n' then I was back in this universe, but I couldn't - "
"It's still you, though?" She could explain later, he thought. He was desperate to know, this all just seemed so improbable, and worry filled him. Was this a dream? It had to be, there was no way any of this was even possible -
Rose grinned that familiar grin that seemed to set the dark ablaze. "S'still me, Doctor."
"Oh, Rose." He pulled her in for another hug, relishing in the way her hug felt so right and so much like home and belonging, even if she was a few inches taller than he remembered her being. "Come back to the TARDIS with me?"
She giggled again. What a joyous sound! he reveled. "I really thought you'd never ask."
After savoring their glorious hug for a few moments longer, they parted (as slightly as required) to make it possible to journey back to the TARDIS.
As they walked, their fingers most immediately twined with another, and the Doctor could have cried at how familiar it felt, to be here with Rose and adventuring with her (even though they were just walking) and to be happy - there was no feeling like it. He could have skipped all the way home.
On their walk, Rose explained to him what had happened, and what she supposed had caused it. She said that as she had burst into that golden light, she had suddenly been bombarded with memories she'd never known she'd had - ones of the Game Station, and of looking into the heart of the TARDIS to become a Goddess of Time, and to save her Doctor. In begging the TARDIS to give her a way to always keep her Doctor safe, and most importantly, from being alone again, she realized now that the old girl had also used all this and all the loneliness she felt from the Doctor after the Time War as justification to make the changes that she knew needed to be made.
These changes had never been realized until a timeline that jeopardized these requests was met, and as the Void had closed in Rose had called out telepathically, without even realizing she had done it, to the TARDIS, who had helped her do what she realized later was regenerate. In splitting and dispersing her atoms, she was able to slip back through the shrinking cracks between universes to the place she belonged. She had been dropped onto the grassy purple field of a planet she had vaguely remembered visiting.
Upon standing up she realized she was a few inches taller than she recalled, and when she looked down at her hands, they appeared different. She raced to the nearest village and was unbearably shocked at the face she saw in the mirror - it wasn't hers. She spent the next few days in a hotel in the village, feeling as if though she was teetering on the edge of sanity. She used the Doctor's psychic paper she still had with her to manage getting by as she figured out what to do with herself. It wasn't until her third day that she realized she was in the right universe, because the TARDIS was still translating foreign languages for her, and from there she went to work. With hope in her heart, she began using whatever this planet could offer to her about knowledge of telepathy (what good fortune it was the she'd been stranded on a planet where the purple grass was not only good for being beautiful but for enhancing telepathic strength, she thought). She finally honed her skills so that she might send an overwhelming feeling to the Doctor or the TARDIS that said they ought to come to the planet on which she was stranded. From there, the rest was history.
The Doctor said it was the most wonderful story he'd ever been told.
Her tale finished up right as they made it back to the doors of the TARDIS, and Rose hurried towards the old wooden doors, yanking her key excitedly out from beneath her shirt. She thrust it into the lock, and felt tears well in her eyes another time. She looked back at the Doctor, who was beaming down at her, and she grabbed his hand excitedly before throwing the door open and launching herself inside.
The TARDIS sent off mental streamers and confetti, overjoyed that her favorite companion was back. The Doctor felt as if though he'd never been so happy, and as Rose tugged him towards the console just so she could hug the Time Rotor and offer the beloved ship her affections, he felt his hearts swell with adoration he'd never felt before.
He realized, now, that the girl his eyes beheld was the owner of all his love, and he really didn't see any problem with that, not anymore. The future was so full of hope and possibility, and he could share it all with her.
He swept Rose into his arms, hugging with her all he had and hoping that she could understand just how much he adored her and owed to her. One day, he would tell her, he vowed.
"You're back, you're really back, for good this time!" he cried, spinning her in a circle and burying his face in her neck.
"And you're not the last anymore! You'll never be alone," she offered in return, just as joyously.
They grinned, knowing and sharing in the idea that even if they were wrong, they were too happy right now to care.
And, as it happened, neither one ever would be.
They sat at the table in the kitchen much later that night as they ate dinner, grasping each other's hands like schoolchildren. With how giddy they felt, they reckoned they might as well be. Who knew that sitting at an old, worn-out table in the ship's galley eating cereal for supper would be so joyful? Neither of the pair, until suddenly, here they were. The Doctor hadn't been here since That Fateful Day At Torchwood, because he'd had no one to share his meals with, and sitting alone was too painful. Rose had dreamed about every possible aspect of returning to life with the Doctor, including simple meals at hours late into the evening. Their happiness was tangible.
"So," Rose began, ready to bridge the fateful question she'd been avoiding ever since her return a few hours ago. "Am I a Time Lord now?"
The Doctor looked at her with about as much sobriety as he could muster. "Not quite." He didn't want her to feel trapped, but he had to tell her the truth. And, dear Rassilon, it was the most wonderful truth he'd ever been admitted in all his lives.
Not quite? Rose's heart plummeted. That lack of loneliness she had offered to the Doctor earlier could never be true, could it? She -
His eyes were still shining with ill-hidden excitement. She quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Rose?"
"Yeah?"
He paused momentarily, a smile spreading throughout all his features at once and was completely contagious to Rose, who was immediately infected with the same joy.
Note: AO3 link previews are currently not working on Tumblr. I will fix the entry when the functionality is available again. In the meantime, you might have to copy/paste the URL.
Title: Johnny Tyler
Author: orphan_account (AKA Anonymous)
Publication Years: 2013-2014
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 22K, Novella
Rating: Teen+
Doctor: Ten
Rose: Human
Setting: Post-Doomsday, Pete's World
Other Important Characters: OC Tyler Child, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jake Simmonds, Donna Noble
