Five Minds Nine Hearts- A Doctor Who/City of Bones Crossover- ON HOLD!!!

What if Alec wasn't gay? What if it was Isabelle? What if Isabelle was dating a Shadowhunter who travels in time? Melissa Tyler was supposedly the adoptive sister of Marley Rose, daughter of Mellie Rose. But when she finds that her co-worker Rose is a time traveler, both her and Marley get sucked into the world of aliens, and Melissa unveils some secrets about her pass that she wanted nobody to know. (RE-WROTE VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL!!!) All Rights belong to the writers of Doctor Who, Cassandra Clare, and the respectful writers of the television show and movie.


3. Chapter 2

Melissa’s P.O.V


    Marley and I sat in Mickey’s yellow beetle car as we were stopped in front of a mans house. He supposedly knew the Doctor, and we were willing to do anything to figure out who he was and why the things were attacking us. He kept trying to persuade us not to do it, but we made him drive us to the mans house so we could find out more about the Doctor. It was worth a shot, and hopefully he wasn’t a mugger trying to kill us. I had made sure to cover up the marks I had, back from when I used to hang with Clary and Simon, my cousins. Well, Simon wasn’t really my cousin, he was my friend. 


“Hi, we’re here to see Clive, we’ve been emailing.” 

“Dad! It’s one of your nutters!” 

“Oh sorry, hello. You must be Marley. I’m Clive, obviously.” 

“I’d better tell you now, my boyfriend’s waiting in the car, just incase your going to kill me.” 

“No, good point. No murders. And who are you?” 

“Melissa.” I shot him my ‘don’t call me anything else’ look and he gave me a small nod of the head. 

“Come on, I’m out back in the shed.” 




“A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive. I couldn't just send it to you. People might intercept it, if you know what I mean. If you dig deep enough and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just the Doctor. Always The Doctor. And the title seems to have been passed down from father to son. It appears to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?” I rolled my eyes. Why did I agree to come to this meeting?

“Can I go out to the car?”

“I tracked it down to the Washington public archive just last year. The online photo's enhanced, but if we look at the original November the 22nd, 1963. The assassination of President Kennedy. You see?”
“It must be his father.” 

“Who looks the exact same?”
“Going further back. April 1912. This is a photo of the Daniels family of Southampton, and friend. This was taken the day before they were due to sail off for the New World on the Titanic, and for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip and survived. And here we are. 1883. Another Doctor. And look, the same lineage. It's identical. This one washed up on the coast of Sumatra on the very day Krakatoa exploded. The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings the storm in his wake and he has one constant companion.” 

“Can I please go to the car? I really don’t want to be here.”
“Who's that?” Marley said, completely ignoring me.
“Death. If the Doctor's back, if you've seen him, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger.” 




“All right, he's a nutter. Off his head. Complete online conspiracy freak. You win! What are we going to do tonight? I fancy a pizza.”
“Pizza! P-p-p-pizza!” Crap. He’s plastic.
“Or Chinese.”

“Hey, do you mind dropping me off at our flat? I want to go back to sleep.” Okay, I see how it is Marley, leave me to deal with the stupid and dumb plastic Mickey. 


“Do you think I should try the hospital? Suki said they had jobs going in the canteen. Is that it then, dishing out chips. I could do A Levels. I don't know. It's all Jimmy Stone's fault. I only left school because of him. Look where he ended up. What do you think?”
“So, where did you meet this Doctor?” What the freaking hell?
“I'm sorry, wasn't I talking about me for a second?”
“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?”
“Come on.” He’s turning into Simon. God this is stupid.
“Sort of.”
“What was he doing there?”
“I'm not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I'm not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don't think it's safe. I think he's dangerous.”
“But you can trust me, sweetheart.” What the hell? “Babe, sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he's planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that's all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” I’m scared now.
“I’m not your sweetheart, Marley is.”
“Your champagne.”
“We didn't order any champagne. Where's the Doctor?”
“Madam, your champagne.”
“It's not ours. Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?”
“I need to find out how much you know, so where is he?”
“Doesn't anybody want this champagne?”
“Look, we didn't order it.” Plastic Mickey looked up, and I gasped. “Ah. Gotcha.”
“Don't mind me. I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!”


    Rose shook the champagne bottle, turning it so the cork flew into Mickey’s head. I gasped again, almost gaging when the cork came out of his mouth after going into his head. And I thought being a Shadow Hunter was bad. The hand of the plastic Mickey turned into a chopper thing, and I pulled out my phone, about to call Clary when I remembered that I wasn’t fighting a daemon in New York. I was fighting plastic in the freaking United Kingdom! I was pulled out of my thoughts when the Doctor pulled me out of the restaurant and through the back alleys, a few meters behind Rose. The three of us pushed the gate we had just passed closed and bolted it, and I turned around, looking at a blue box. 


“A Police Public Call Box? Are you freaking kidding me? This is your mode of, and I quote, ‘Freakishly cool mode of transportation?’. I thought you were my friend Rose, not my-”


    Soon as I took a step inside, I stopped insulting her and looked at it. The inside was freakishly bigger than the inside! I ran out again, running around the outside of the box before going back inside to see Rose and the Doctor smirking in the center of the room. 


“What the hell? It’s bigger on the inside! That’s not possible. This is not possible!” 

“I could say the same for your tattoos.” Rose retorted, pointing to my arm. “Nice pictures.” 

“They aren’t pictures.” I snapped, pulling my sweatshirt sleeve down over the marks. “And they’re none of your business.”  

“Your feisty aren’t you?” 

“Yes I am now shut the heck up and TAKE ME HOME!” 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, we have to go save your boyfriend first.” 

“HE ISN’T MY BOYFRIEND!” I complained, stomping my foot. “And he never will be because I am not attracted to the male- wait what do you mean, go save Mickey?”  

“I mean, he’s trapped somewhere.” Rose took me out of the box and I gasped. 

“We moved!” 


“Does it fly?” 

“Disappears there and reappears here. You wouldn't understand.”
“If we're somewhere else, what about Plastic Mickey? It's still on the loose.”

“Oh my god, Mickey!” Rose slapped her forehead and the Doctor sighed. “I'll have to tell his mother. Mickey. I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him, again! You were right, you are alien.” 
“Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey-”
“Yeah, he's not a kid.” I snapped, running a hand through my hair.
“It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, all right?” 

“If you are an alien, how comes you sound like you're from the North?” I quickly changed the subject, trying to avoid me being called ape any more.
“Lots of planets have a north.”
“What's a police public call box?”
“It's a telephone box from the 1950s. It's a disguise.”
“Okay. And this, this living plastic. What's it got against us?”
“Nothing. It loves you. You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air, perfect. Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. It's food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth, dinner!”
“Any way of stopping it?”
“Anti-plastic.” What the hell?
“Anti-plastic. But first I've got to find it. How can you hide something that big in a city this small?”
“Hold on. Hide what?” I asked, now noticing we were by the London Eye.
“The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic, so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal.” 
“What's it look like?” Rose asked, looking at the Doctor.
“Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London. A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible. What? What?” I was trying not to laugh as the Doctor turned around and looked straight at the London Eye.
“What? What is it? What?” I pointed behind me and he smiled. “Oh. Fantastic!” 


    The Doctor grabbed Rose’s hand, before running off, leaving me running  a few steps behind. I couldn’t hear most of what they were saying, but I knew they were talking about Marley, considering that I heard Rose say something about going to pick her up after this. I had no idea about the route the Doctor was taking, but it seemed to get us there pretty quick. He opened up a hatch in the ground and started climbing down, and I followed. I regret wearing a sweatshirt now, since it was freaking ninety degrees in here. I rolled up the sleeves, forgetting that I forgot to cover up my runes earlier. The Doctor pointed to my arm, about to ask a question about the runes, but Rose glared at him and we continued walking in. 


“Oh, God! Mickey, it's me! It's okay. It's all right.”
“That thing down there, the liquid. Melissa, it can talk!”
“You're stinking. Doctor, Rose, they kept him alive.”
“Yeah, that was always a possibility. Keep him alive to maintain the copy.”
“You knew that and you never said?” I half yelled, slapping the Doctor hard on the cheek.
“Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?” he walked to the ledge of a balcony and looked down towards the ground. “Am I addressing the Consciousness? Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilisation by means of warp shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off? Oh, don't give me that. It's an invasion, plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights. I am talking! This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf. Please, just go.”
“Doctor, Rose! Behind you!” I gasped as two of the shop dummies grabbed Rose and the Doctor.
“That was just insurance. I wasn't going to use it. I was not attacking you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not. What do you mean? No. Oh, no. Honestly, no. Yes, that's my ship. That's not true. I should know, I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn't my fault. I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!” 
“What's it doing?!” 

“It's the Tardis! The Nestene's identified its superior technology. It's terrified. It's going to the final phase. It's starting the invasion! Get out, Melissa! Just leg it now!” Rose shouted, tears running down her face. “Run! Get out, Melissa! Just get out! Run!”
“The stairs have gone!” I yelled back, noticing that Rose was nudging her head towards the blue box. “I haven't got a key!”
“We're going to die!” I started scanning the room for other ideas, and I noticed a rope. Thank god Marley and I took gymnastics back in elementary school.
“Just leave him! There's nothing you can do!”
“I've got no A Levels, no job, no future. But I tell you what I have got. Jericho Street Junior School under 7s gymnastic team. I've got the bronze!” 


    I swung the axe and hit the rope on the wall before grabbing it and swinging through the room and knocking the dummy with the anti-plastic down into the Nestene Consciousness. I swung backwards, screaming as the Doctor and Rose caught me. I untangled the rope from my hands and Rose bought me in for a hug. The Doctor went straight to the blue box, and made sure it was alright before getting me, Rose and Mickey inside. We landed at the Powell Estates a few seconds later in me and Marley’s living room and I stepped out, going to Marley’s room and waking her up. After dragging her into the box, the Doctor and Rose flew us to a different location and soon as we landed Mickey rushed out. 


“A fat lot of good you were.” 

“Wait what?”
“Nestene Consciousness? Easy.” 

“What are you talking about?”
“You were useless in there. You'd be dead if it wasn't for me.”
“Yes, I would. Thank you. Right then, I'll be off, unless, er, I don't know, you could come with me. This box isn't just a London hopper, you know. It goes anywhere in the universe free of charge.”
“Don't. He's an alien. He's a thing.”
“He's not invited. What do you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go anywhere.”

“I’m going. After what I’ve seen, I can’t stay away. And anyways, we don’t have jobs.” I saw Marley pause, debating on staying with Mickey or going with us.
“Is it dangerous?”
“Yeah, I can't. I've er, I've got to go and find my mum and someone's got to look after this stupid lump, so…” 
“Okay. See you around.” I sighed, walking into the box and sitting on the seat by the thing in the centre of the room.
“Wait, Doctor, you forgot to mention the traveling in time!” he re-landed the box and opened the door. “By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?” 

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