A/N: This is set post Doomsday but imagine Journey's End did not happen. Also, should I continue this or leave it as a one shot, I can't decide. Please Review and tell me what you think :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, someday maybe, but for now please don't sue me. Thanks.

The alarm clock buzzed, a hand dragged its self from the confines of the duvet and blindly scavenged the bedside cabinet for the extremely loud item. The hand began hitting the small plastic clock until the buzzing ceased; a sigh emitted from the within the bed. Hollie Tyler felt like shit- no other way to describe it; she really needed to stop getting drunk on a Sunday. She hadn't got in until past 3 (am that was) much to the distaste of her elder sister, Rose, and she was sure from the dizzying spinning of the room that at 7am she was still slightly drunk.

Forcing herself to get up, Hollie looked at herself in the mirror through squinted eyes; oh God, it was worse than she'd first thought. Forget feeling like shit, she looked like it too: mascara smeared across her face, still wearing last night's denim skirt with laddered tights and ...oh, that was different, and Everton football shirt. "Urrrg" she groaned, immediately regretting it, even groaning was too loud this morning. That was when the headache kicked in. Well today was going to be fun.

oxoxoxo

I saw myself in the mirror and groaned. My vision was still slightly blurred through my squinted eyes and a sudden 'thump' indicated the beginning of an alcohol induced headache. "How much did I have to drink last night?" I thought to myself wincing as I turned on the shower. I couldn't remember much from the night before, but hey that indicates a good night, right? I was beginning to doubt myself as I racked my brains as to who's Everton shirt I was wearing, and furthermore where my top from yesterday was.

Once I was out of the shower I felt slightly better-slightly. That was until I heard movement from downstairs, Rose was up, and I did not want confrontation from her, not this morning. A sickly feeling rose up from my stomach; I couldn't tell if it was the hangover or dread of coming face to face with Rose. Then something else came into my head "Science GCSE; and I have not revised." Well this was me we're talking about, I was pretty confident that I could get myself through it with my easy closed, so a high blood alcohol level and four hours of sleep should be no problem.

Still slightly sickly and with a headache which could make a grown man cry, I grabbed my school bag and phone and locked the door behind me. I did not need Rose or anyone else for that matter getting in there and seeing what was hidden in the drawers. I stood at the top of the marble staircase and sighed, this was a confrontation I could have done without. Rose was in the kitchen, I could hear her messing around with pots and pans probably doing it just to get on my nerves. Any other day I would just head straight out of the front door to avoid her, but today I was in desperate need of coffee: strong black coffee to take the edge off.

Reluctantly, I made my way down the marble stairs and into the kitchen, bracing myself for Rose's wrath.

"I wasn't sure you'd be gettin' up today" Rose stated, looking me up and down.

"Yeah well, I can't exactly just take the day off can I?" I said half questioningly half annoyed. I avoided eye contact.

"No, you can't" Rose was raising her voice.

"Mum would let me" I mumbled barging past her and filling a to-go cup with fresh coffee from the machine.

"She let you stay home once from school, and that was only because she thought you had alcohol poisoning. Plus, I wasn't very happy about it"

"What did it have to do with you anyway" I shot back, giving her my best death glare.

Rose sighed and ran her hand through her hair, before taking a step closer to me and looking me straight in the eyes. "I love you, that's all. I don't want to see you destroy your body and ruin your education in the process" Rose had gone from angry to concerned now and was stroking my long blonde hair, frowning. "Please" she begged "I know I'm one to talk about gettin' drunk as a teen, but when Mum and Dad are away it's nearly every night. You can't go on like this, you're only sixteen."

Rose knew exactly what to say to pull at the heartstrings and get me to apologise-usually, but today I was angry, hung-over and stressed and it did not work. "Oh piss off Rose. I can do what I want you can't tell me how to live my life; and you know as well as I do that I do not need school" and with that little speech I took a swig of the coffee and headed out of the back door to school, noting Rose's hurt expression as I left. Well that went brilliantly, now I felt guilty.

oxoxoxo

"You know as well as I do that I do not need school" Hollie's words rang in my ears, and as much as it pained me to believe it, she was right. Hollie was extremely intelligent and could probably have passed her GCSE's when she was ten. That didn't stop me worrying about her though; she meant more to me than anything else in the whole world, whole universe in fact and I hated it when we fought. I had been trying to savour the moments which were so perfect; just me and her, a smile and a hug before she went to bed or before she left for school, but recently all that we'd been doing was fighting. I couldn't wait for mum to get beck so I could talk to her about it; I'd have to tell Hollie one day.

I had told myself when she was born that I would tell her on her sixteenth birthday, but six months later and I still hadn't uttered a word to her. Mum had said that no matter when or if I decided to tell her she would stand by my decision, but I knew she was just as fearful as I was about telling Hollie the truth. It was sheer fear stopping me from telling her; fear that the relationship we had would be lost; fear that she would never talk to me again; fear that she wouldn't talk to mum or dad or even Mickey for that matter, ever again because they had lied to her, her whole life. Me, I had been very careful, never actually lying to her, but never correcting her or telling her the truth up front. I knew one day I would do, I didn't know when or how, but I knew I would tell her. I would stand up and say "Hollie Louisa Tyler, I am your mother"

A/N: Please review and tell me if you think I should continue. :)