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Chapter 1

I hurried down the street and turned the corner. Were they still following me? More importantly, why were they following me in the first place? I saw a foot step around the corner and I dove for the nearest cover, which, unfortunately, turned out to be a rather smelly dumpster. But hey! It was better than being killed by aliens.

Their leader went haring by. He looked just like the others, except for that he had a bigger head and a stain of red on the side of his shoe, which I had a feeling wasn't ketchup. As the others followed, I saw that one at the back was scattering little green things that were not flowers. Rats. Those not-flowers were tracking devices which could follow a victim, were able to think on their own, could annihilate a person with a single laser blast, could record your voice, could alter your voice, could play your favorite song, and came in 11 different colors: green, dark green, darker green, darkest green, darker-than-darkest green, so-green-it-might-as-well-be-black green, so-black-it-might-as-well-be-green green, light green, emerald green, sea green, and hot pink.

The devices started to hover and glow, then turned on me. It played an undercurrent of "Barbie Girl" as it spoke. "YOU ARE UNAUTHORIZED. YOUR EXISTENCE WILL END."

Oh dear.

The aliens had me this time. I knew I couldn't run forever. I had known that the whole time. I fumbled in my pocket until I pulled out the battered old wallet, containing nothing but a wrinkled piece of paper - or whatever I needed it to show. I hadn't seen it used since Uncle showed it to a security guard to get us into Disneyland. The security guard had believed him, even though he said he was Walt himself. I could never remember his name, so I always just called him Uncle. The only people who knew his real name were he and Aunt Mel.

"See? Look! I'm authorized! Authorized!" My voice rose to a shrill squeak as the Devices kept coming. I opened the wallet and held it extended at arm's length, my face turned away in case it didn't work. "I'm authorized!"

The Devices stopped. I sighed with relief. "See? Authorized."

I picked myself up and removed a smelly old banana peel from my hair. I dusted myself off, replaced the wallet in my pocket, and looked around.

It was then that I noticed the blaster.

You might think that a 3-foot laser blaster staring you in the face might be kind of obvious, especially when operated by a small, green, glowing Device. Of course it wouldn't work on them. They were machines!

The Device wailed, "YOU ARE UNAUTHORIZED. YOUR EXISTENCE WILL END." I backed up until my spine was pressed against the wall. It hovered closer, closer, leveled the blaster at my face...

...and exploded. I blinked as the other devices scurried away, shrieking frantically in their small, tinny voices. As the smoke cleared, I perceived Aunt Mel, re-holstering a blaster of her own. She looked 30, even though she was much older. It was impossible to tell how old she actually was, however, so I just assumed she was always 30. She looked at me, hands on her hips, one high-heeled foot stuck jauntily out at her side. How she managed to balance, much less shoot Devices, in 6-inch heels, I'll never know. "Well, come on, honey, we haven't got all day!"

I remained glued to the wall.

"It's all right, they're gone. You can detach yourself from the wall now."

I carefully removed one arm, then the other, from the wall; then I peeled the rest of my body away. "Are you sure the Devices are gone?"

"Absolutely positive. Now come on." She grabbed my wrist and walked briskly away from the dumpster with me trailing behind her, trying desperately to keep up. She talked all the while. "Uncle has found a way to get here. Don't know how he found it; don't even know what the way is. We needed to come and get you. You are old enough that we can't hide you effectively anymore, so instead, you are coming along with us. Simply-" We had reached Uncle's door by now, as he was parked nearby "- we can't hide, but we can run. Come on." She pulled open one of the double doors and yanked me inside, then collapsed in a chair.

I took the chance to take a look around. Uncle's home was lined with lights. I don't know why. I guess he just liked lights. There was a small island in the center of the main room, and countless other rooms, of all kinds. My personal favorite was the library. The island had a tube with an oddly shaped glass thing inside which looked like a beaker out of some mad scientist's lab. Uncle's TARDIS never ceased to amaze me.

As I gazed around, What Aunt Mel had just said sank in. "Wait...run from what? What have you been hiding me from? Does it have something to do with the aliens that created the Devices? Where are we going? And most importantly, where is Uncle? I thought he was the only one that knew how to drive this thing."

Aunt Mel sighed, then slowly started to speak. "First of all, You must promise me that you won't start panicking." I promised. "Second, you have a choice. To stay or to go. You can listen to what I say, but once you take on the responsibility that comes with it, you can't turn back. This is your last chance to lead a normal life. What do you choose?"

It was the easiest decision I had ever made. "I'll stay."

She sighed again. "Okay. It's complicated. The least confusing part is that I am 8,904 years old."

"What?"

"I told you it was complicated. I know I look 30, but that's the way it is. I've only got about a thousand years left, and that is part of why I came to get you. Somebody needs to keep traveling.

"Those aliens that were after you? They're not nearly the worst of it. They couldn't fly, couldn't swim, couldn't turn you into a metal man, couldn't turn you against yourself, couldn't suck the living soul from your body. There are those who can. And you will meet them."

"If I choose to stay."

"No, you will meet them. The time for choices is past."

I shivered. My skin crawled. "Are those aliens who we're running from?"

"No."

"Then which ones are we running from? And where are we running?"

I could see her contemplating how much to tell me. She decided on a half-truth; I am very good at reading faces. "We are running from something much more dangerous: discovery. We can't have you being discovered by any alien race that was able to leave the Earth. They would notify all the others, and they would all come racing round to kill you."

"And just what exactly do we not want the aliens to discover?"

She heaved herself out of the chair and crouched down to my level, the way I always thought my mother would. "Put your hand on your heart." I dutifully slid my right hand to my chest. "No, your other one."

"Other hand?"

"Other heart."

I was dumbfounded. She took my hand and placed it on the well-known location of my heart. I could feel its beat. Then, she moved it away from my heart and to the other side of my chest. I felt a beat there, too. She turned her gaze upward and looked me in the eyes. My mouth was standing open. "Two hearts!" All the times I'd said the pledge of allegiance and never bothered to check.

"Yes, two hearts. What kind of creature has two hearts?"

I had no idea, but I answered without hesitating: "Time Lord or Lady." I stared at her. "How did I know that?"

"Because you are one. That's what we don't want the aliens to discover. Uncle thought he was the last. For a while, he was."

"Wait... Uncle was one, too?"

"Yes, and so am I. Actually, I am half human, but that doesn't matter in this case. You are Time Lord. And another thing; you should probably stop calling him Uncle. To aliens, he is Fear. To everyone else, he is the Doctor. To you, he is your father." What?

"Uncle -sorry, the Doctor- is who? I mean, my what? I mean..."

"Yep. I know it's a lot to process, but..."

"Speaking of Un- Doctor, where is he? I thought he'd be here by now."

Aunt Mel, who I suppose was my mum now, looked down, then back up at me, and sighed, the exhalation of someone weather-worn and tired of running. "Your father, if he had chosen to settle down, could have had a wonderful life. But as the Doctor, he couldn't stop. Adrenaline is addictive. You are probably getting a taste of that, running from aliens your whole life. Chasing Cybermen and Daleks was what he did. He had to be busy.

"The Doctor wasn't the sort of man who could be a dependable father, when he could be blasted at any minute, regenerate, and come back as a different man. Who knew what he would turn out to be. Maybe he would be kind and forgiving, but maybe he would be the type of man who couldn't stand children. So we decided that it would be best if we introduced him to your life as an uncle, a sort of godfather figure who could pop in and out, show you new experiences, and watch you grow up from a distance." She was crying now. "He loved you so much...right up until–" She paused and swallowed. "–he was killed in the middle of his regeneration. A Dalek shot him. He used to talk about things you would make for him, like the time when were four and you drew the TARDIS for him. He was so proud of you." She broke down completely. I was dumbfounded. I had never seen her cry. I didn't even know she could cry.

I ran towards her and was folded in an embrace. She released me, pulled a paper off the tube in the middle of the center island, and handed it to me. It was a bright blue rectangle with a small yellow rectangle on top. Next to it was a circle with a face on it and arms and legs extending out of the sides. Now I was crying too, and I hugged Aunt Mel again, because on the front of the circle was a scraggly, scribbly bowtie.