Guess What? I don't own Doctor Who.

Grace stepped out of the doors onto the green grass and smiled. There had been way too much drama surrounding their lives lately in her opinion and they needed a bit of time to just relax.

"The planet of Tuesday," the Doctor announced closing the door behind him as he was the last one out.

Grace gave him her best smile and then began to walk ahead, moving towards the lake that was only a short distance away. It was beautiful here, similar to Earth in the color scheme and she loved it. It was late summer, very late, and that made the temperature warm but not overwhelmingly hot.

In a few weeks the temperature would drop to below freezing and stay that way for the planets three weeks of winter and then it would begin the rapid climb back up to blazing heat.

This was about the only time of year it was comfortable to come. There was about a five week span that you wouldn't feel like you were melting or freeze.

Her father was talking about things as he tended to do and she knew she should be listening but she found her mind wandering. But to be fair she had a lot of thoughts running through her mind and they all deserved time.

Oh…she wondered if he would take her to get some Brayden chocolate later. It was the best chocolate in the universe, at least in her opinion. The Doctor tried to avoid the planet because he claimed they didn't appreciate the Time Lord genius but Grace really didn't care. If they kept the chocolate coming they could act like she didn't have a brain at all.

"Grace," she heard a snort of laughter come from the dignified Time Lord she called a father.

She turned to look at him and frowned. He was standing near the water, alone, and was grinning like he had found a lifetime supply of coffee.

"Dad," she started to move to him, ignoring the giggles that seemed to be rising up in her.

It took about three seconds to realize what was going on here. She looked up at the trees, and noticed that the flowers, the Fre flowers, were still in full bloom. And a quick glance at the grass and she noticed it was lightly dusted with a blue pollen.

Great, two weeks to early if she had to guess. The weather was fine, but the flowers were still pollinating and he had landed them here.

She spun to find Jack doing what she assumed was an attempted cartwheel and then spotted her mother chatting up a tree.

"Grace," he let out a string of giggles that she smiled at before she caught herself. She was losing this battle but maybe with all the mind control they had taught her she could wrangle them back to the TARDIS first.

"Can I tell you something, Grace?" He asked her raising a hand to cover his mouth but it didn't stifle the girly noises that he was producing.

"I'd rather you didn't," Grace told him, fairly certain that it wasn't going to be something she really wanted to hear.

"I'm going to tell you," he insisted.

"Of course," she nodded and waited for him to speak again, trying to think and failing miserably.

He leaned in close, like he was giving her the secret that would unlike time itself. "I'm a boat!"

"What?"

He leaned back with a smile that spoke everything she needed to know. "A boat. You know, a boat," he made a gesture towards the water as if that explained it all, and she supposed it did.

"Right," she agreed with him, "And you're a great boat, I'm going to go talk to Mom, stay here, okay?"

He nodded but she doubted that he even knew what he was agreeing to. The Fre pollen wasn't deadly as such; it just affected the body and mind in three steps. The first was delusions, usually harmless, such as boat boy. And the second was something akin to a truth serum. Absolute truth.

She wanted to have them back in the TARDIS and separated by the time step two came. And step three, the body slipped into a deep slumber for about twenty hours. After that, you awoke with a lot 'maybe' memories, which was best really, and a slight headache.

Reaching her Mom's side she saw her running her finger up and down the tree slowly and talking softly to it.

"Mom," she tried, wishing she wasn't standing right under the flower blossoms as the pollen was coating her now.

Her Mother turned to her, and looked surprised. "Hi Grace, good to see you. This is my new friend."

"It's a tree," Grace told her, as kindly as she could manage. She could feel her self control slipping and she took a breath and fought harder.

"Shh," Donna put her spare finger to her lips. "Isn't he handsome?"

"Yes, what about Dad?"

Donna looked like she was thinking for a moment before resuming her awkward stroking. "Don't tell him, it's just a harmless flirt."

"Mom, we need to go back to the TARDIS before you do something everyone here will regret."

"Oh, love, you worry too much. I'm not going to leave your father for him."

"I would hope not," Grace said with a sigh and a tiny hiccup of a giggle escaped over her lips.

"Mom, this is Fre pollen," Grace ran her fingertips over the blue dusting on her Mom's shirt. "And somewhere inside that brain is the knowledge that the second step is the truth, yes? We need to go before you start telling me something that will scar me, like about you and Dad dancing."

"I like to dance," Jack's voice shouted to her, and she turned to see him now lying on the grass making grass angels.

"Me too," her father agreed.

She slapped her forehead and was tempted to just give in to the pollen. At least if she did, she wouldn't be aware of what was coming out of these people's mouths.

She felt herself falling when she heard a loud splash behind her and forced herself back from the surface, which was good because she was starting to feel the need to claw something, and if she had to be a cat in her delusion she wasn't going to be happy.

She spun and saw her father in the lake, splashing and making motor noises, loudly. She shook her head, there was no such thing as a normal life around here, and she marched to get him out of the water.

To be continued….