Author's Note:
Welcome to my fourth story that is part of my Monsoon Seasons series. This series involves my OC Minerva Souza (aka Kaeya Louvier) and the 11th Doctor. This story will cover the entire sixth season of Doctor and the Christmas special with my own twists.
For any new readers here, I would suggest going back to the first three stories of this series (the first one being Next Stop Everywhere). You don't have to but it would be better for you to understand the backstory of the OC and with the Doctor. And by the way, for the new readers, I do tend to disregard certain plots of the show to make it fit my own.
Minerva is on her 2nd incarnation (American), but in her fourth appearance (for those who know about the Monsoon Linkage). She is of average height with long, straight, ginger hair and light amber brown eyes. She has two silver crescent moon marks on her wrists (same side as her palms). For visual references, she would look like the actress Adela Noriega.
An English noble man was shouting his way down the hallways of his palace, a sword in hand and ready to fight anything...and anyone, in sight, "Out of my way!" he pushed open his and his wife's room, entering with his guards behind.
Across stood the female painter, his wife, who was nervously looking around, her hands behind her back, as the man entered and looked around the room. He had noticed a pile of man's clothes over a stool, paints and palette clearly just used, and a big painting, also just finished, of the Doctor posing as a God with a trident in hand, without clothes except for a red swath over his waist.
"Where's the Doctor?!" he demanded from the woman.
"Doctor who?" she nervously laughed.
But then, of course...there came a muffled sneeze right after that, and it most certainly did not belong to the wife, nor the husband, nor the other two men with him.
Angrily, the husband used the tip of his sword to lift the hem of his wife's dress, the Doctor's head being revealed underneath with a nervous smile, "You know, this isn't nearly as bad it looks."
And it really hadn't...
"Anniversary presents are much harder than I thought they would be," he pouted to himself, "Clever Girl's not going to be happy about this..."
~ 0 ~
In present time, 2011, Amy Pond and her husband, Rory Williams, had just finished getting their groceries and returned home where Amy had continued reading from one of the books she'd picked up recently as it contained intriguing details of a certain Raggedy Doctor and a certain princess (now Queen) without a crown.
Amy walked into her kitchen where Rory was placing the grocery bags on the isle while she read out loud from the, book, "At the personal intervention of the King, the unnamed doctor was incarcerated without trial in the Tower Of London..."
"OK, but it doesn't have to be him," Rory tried to argue even though he knew the chances of it were very low.
Amy looked back with a challenging face, "Yeah?" she cleared her throat and continued reading, "Two nights later a magical sphere some 20 feet across was seen floating away from the tower, bearing the mysterious doctor aloft."
"Okay...that's him," Rory gave in with a sigh.
"At least Minerva's keeping out of trouble," Amy shook her head.
But Rory let out a big scoff, "Ha!" he pointed at her, confusing Amy.
"What?" she frowned.
"Keep reading," he motioned as he went for a laptop in the living room, Amy following him as she read.
~ 0 ~
Down in an underground tunnel, a British POW laid on his stomach on a dolly and was looking up, "Doctor, what can you see?" he called.
The Doctor's head hung from a hole in the tunnel roof, his face completely covered in dirt along with his clothes, "Is the commandant's office painted a sort of green color with a big flag on the wall?" but his answer didn't come from his new friend but instead from a blaring alarm, search lights and the growls of dogs barking, "I think the answer's probably yes," he took a long breath, "Clever Girl is really not going to like this."
~ 0 ~
"It's like he's being deliberately ridiculous, trying to attract our attention," Amy rolled her eyes and closed the book, "What are you doing?" she watched Rory typing away on the laptop while sitting on the couch.
"Proving to you that Minerva's just as bad," Rory smirked as he typed one last thing and turned the screen to Amy, "Look at what she's been up to," he gestured.
"Can't be more ridiculous than the Doctor," Amy mumbled as she took a seat beside Rory, leaving the book beside her and taking the laptop on her lap.
Amy scrolled through the page of a museum in France, an exhibition on the famous Rococo painter, Élizabeth Vigée-Lebrun, "Oh..." she realized what Rory was talking about.
"Yeah, she's quieter, she's sneakier, but she's still drawing attention to herself like her whackadoo of a husband," Rory smirked.
The prominent artwork of Lebrun had been that of a ginger woman, dressed in a baby-blue period dress that was quite low in the chest area. She was turned a bit to the side but mostly faced the public's eye. She leaned forwards with her left hand on her right arm, her shiny, orange hair left down with two twists on either side of her head. She looked at the audience with a small, seductive smile and a look of lust in her eyes.
Amy and Rory of course recognized the ginger woman to be Queen Kaeya of the Silver Monsoon. She'd be getting an earful out of her father, grandmother and grandfather, the humans were sure.
"The Doctor's ridiculous but even he wouldn't be too happy about that one," Rory crossed his arms, still smirking.
"Well, she would be far worse upset when she saw his painting," Amy argued back, "At least she had clothes on! God, I'd love to see that argument..."
~ 0 ~
"At least I had my clothes on!" Minerva was following the Doctor around the console, huffing with anger. She'd just picked him up from the prison in London and was not happy of what she'd seen and heard about. It seems that while she had gone off to France for her anniversary present, he'd taken a stroll into London...in a woman's room...naked.
The Doctor turned around, Minerva instinctively taking steps back as she crinkled her nose of the scent he gave off. He'd been stuck in the prison with no trial whatsoever and without proper changing nor showers. Needless to say his dirty appearance and tattered underclothes was nothing pleasant for her.
"But yo had-"
"WHAT?" Minerva lifted her head, daring him to finish that useless comeback he probably had in his head, "I had what?"
"It was an anniversary present!" the Doctor threw his hands in the air, "I wanted something lovely for my wife and I thought a painting, because she loves paintings...and me..."
"Well you got that right but...that doesn't excuse yourself, Martian!"
"Hey, at least my painting isn't plastered up on some museum for all to see," the Doctor pointed at her, "Where all the men can drool over you!"
"At least I didn't pose naked!"
"I didn't! There was clearly something around me, wasn't there?"
"Still!" she stomped her foot and crossed her harms with a very big huff, more pouting than angry. The Doctor didn't waste a moment and lunged to kiss her, actually knocking her to the floor. They kissed for a moment when Minerva pulled away, now sporting her own blotches of dirt on her arms and face, though her hands were still on his face, "You need a shower," she declared.
"Help me, Clever Girl?" he Eskimo-kissed her and made her chuckle, "Promise to make it worthwhile."
"You better," she warned, "Anniversaries happen only once a year...and it wouldn't hurt to finally get a positive on that pregnancy test."
"Well then, off we go," he gave her one last kiss and stood up with her, pulling her straight into the corridors for their bedroom.
~ 0 ~
"Are you watching this again?" Amy groaned and stood up from the couch as Rory had played Laurel and Hardy's 'Son's of the deserts' on television.
"Yeah, I've explained the jokes," Rory shrugged and got comfortable on the spot, shutting the laptop almost immediately. The portrait of Minerva was lovely no doubt...but that wasn't his wife and it was uncomfortable.
At the sound of the doorbell, Amy walked to answer it and took a set of letters from the postman.
"So what are you thinking?" Rory called as Amy looked through the mail, "Ten minutes of arguing before they snog?"
Amy scoffed, "After those portraits, make it five."
"Five?" Rory looked back with a raised eyebrow.
"It's their anniversary, according to them," Amy recalled the last phone call they received from the pair. It had been only a couple days ago and was from the Monsoon. Minerva and the Doctor had been brief on the plans for their reunification of adventures. They promised they would be back after their wedding anniversary.
"Ew, snog sessions," Rory crinkled his nose, "Still, I say ten minutes."
"Five," Amy countered and sat down, "Anniversary, erotic paintings, argument? Ha, don't be so clueless," she patted his cheek and looked at the last letter from the mail...a TARDIS-blue colored envelope marked with a '2' on the front.
~ 0 ~
Minerva entered hers and the Doctor's bedroom holding a TARDIS-blue envelope. She'd gotten out a bit earlier from the shower and had heard a small, benign alert from the console. She'd gone to see and found there was an envelope delivered to the palace in the Monsoon, landed in the hands of Zohar actually and was then handed over to the TARDIS. The envelope was marked with a number '1' on the front and so Minerva, being who she was with her curiosity, began opening it.
"Date, time, map references...what?" she frowned as she turned it over to see if the sender had been kind enough to identify himself/herself. She heard the bathroom door opening and looked up to see the Doctor coming out with his sleeping trousers on, no shirt, and a towel in hand, "We've got mail," she waved the envelope.
"Really?" he blinked as he came over and peered over her shoulder to see the card, "From who?"
"No idea," she shrugged and looked back, "But they left us coordinates to follow, we should probably go."
"On our anniversary night?" he turned her around, "I don't think so," he shook his head, making her roll her eyes, "We've got all the time in the world. So first..." he leaned down, about to kiss her...
"But it could be important," she had walked out of his arms towards the bed-stand table and placed the envelope down, "Plus there's a number 1 on it..."
"Could wait until tomorrow, though...?" the Doctor hoped with everything he had as she turned around to face him.
She gave him a roguish smile and put her hands behind her back, "What you say does have some sense," she conceded, "I have a surprise for you," she bit her lip.
"It's not another painting, is it?" he just had to ask. They both had agreed to leave their respective paintings at the hands of the painters, letting them do what they wanted to with them. They realized that perhaps it hadn't been the best gifts for each other due to their specific positions/ideas. Still, the Doctor had to wonder if there were still other paintings roaming around of his wife like the one Lebrun had painted.
"No," she laughed as she undid her robe, revealing a very familiar nightgown underneath.
The Doctor nearly fell forwards when he caught site of her clothing. He recognized the nightgown as well, how couldn't he? It had been the first testament of his physical attraction for her years ago. It was the same one, or at least a replica, of the one she'd worn back on the Orient Express. It was the same white, silk, nightgown that reached far above her knees and had a v-neckline with laced, thin straps.
"I finally got the answer to my question from that night," Minerva stepped towards him, "How do women sleep in these things? ...they don't," she smirked.
"They don't..." the Doctor took a breath and slowly moved up to her.
"It doesn't stretch," she reminded as she draped her arms around his neck, "Silly me, far too innocent back then," she winked and popped closed his mouth with her hand, having to laugh right afterwards, "My Theta, taken out by a dress?"
"Taken out by the wife," he corrected.
"Happy anniversary, dear," she said before kissing him, the man wasting absolute no time responding back.
~ 0 ~
Amy and Rory, along with River Song, entered a diner room in Utah, all distraught from what they had witnessed earlier in the day. Amy and Rory, who had believed the Doctor sent the envelopes (and were right) had followed the directions to Utah where they found the Doctor waiting for them. The humans had believed they were finally going to continue their travels in the TARDIS with him and Minerva...but ended up with a far different ending than they believed. River Song had also been invited apparently, and the four had spent a nice afternoon by a lake. While the human trio were a bit sad not to have Minerva around, they managed to have fun...until a spacesuit had appeared in the lake...and killed the Doctor.
After burning his body, the trio had had returned to the diner, River trying again and again on her communicator to reach Minerva somehow. They didn't like the idea of having to tell the ginger that her husband had been shot and killed while she remained on the Monsoon to attend some issues. But River was adamant that she needed to know, they couldn't exactly hide it from Minerva forever. But upon reaching the diner, she had started talking about the envelopes they had received as invitation, all plastered with a specific number. The Ponds had been number 2, River had been number 3, and a stranger named Canton Delaware III had been number 4, meaning the Doctor purposely had invited them according to trust levels.
"You got three, I was two, Mr Delaware was four," River said as she redialed on her communicator, still trying for Minerva.
"So?" Rory followed her while Amy stayed back, still too out of it to actually start talking about some envelopes.
"So where's 'one'?" River turned to him, waving the envelopes she carried, before trying again on the communicator.
"You think he invited someone else?" Rory raised an eyebrow, taking the envelopes from her and looking at the numbers.
"Well, he must have. He planned all of this to the last detail," River shrugged and groaned when her call wasn't answered again.
"Will you shut up?" Amy called, frowning, "It doesn't matter."
"He was up to something," River pointed, "And maybe Minerva might know what it was."
"He's dead, how exactly is she going to get over that fact and think of what plan he could've had?"
"Space 1969, what did he mean?" River ignored her and got to thinking while she waited another minute or two to try calling Minerva again.
"You're still talking, but it doesn't matter," Amy snapped and shook her head. They should be focusing on reaching Minerva and telling her what had happened with the Doctor, not trying to figure out what he was planning with some space thing or something.
"Hey, it mattered to him," Rory reminded.
"So it matters to us," River finished, "And it will to Minerva when we tell her."
"He's dead," Amy enunciated her last word slowly for them to capture it.
"But he still needs us," River tried to make it slow for her to understand as well, "I know. Amy...I know. But right now we have to focus."
Rory had noticed another blue envelope at a booth, "Look," he pointed and made them see the table while he moved up to the worker behind the counter of the diner, "Excuse me, who was sitting over there?"
"Guy and girl," the worker shrugged.
River picked up the new blue envelope, spotting the big '1' it had on the front, "The Doctor knew he was going to his death, so he sent out messages. When you know it's the end, who do you call?"
"Your friends, people you trust," Rory rejoined them beside the table.
"Number one," River pointed at the number on the envelope, "Who did the Doctor trust the most?"
"Minerva," Amy breathed, both River and Rory thinking that was her answer for the question at the moment.
"You think Minerva would come here than with her husband?" River raised an eyebrow at her.
"Why wouldn't I come here," a different voice called, though everyone knew who it was. They turned to see Minerva standing in front of a back door, "My husband is here," she smiled of confusion.
"Minerva...there's something you need to know," Amy quickly walked over and took the ginger's hands, bringing her towards the group.
"Why do you all have that face of...anguish?" Minerva looked from one another, "What's happened?"
"The Doctor..." Amy swallowed hard, "...he's um...he's..." but her eyes widened once more as the Doctor himself crossed through the back door with a straw in his mouth, "...right there," Amy let go of Minerva's hands and nearly stumbled back if Rory hadn't caught her.
"Did you find your straw dear?" Minerva turned around and walked back to him, "Even if it's just the same straw as every other one," she plucked it out of his mouth and waved it.
"It adds more fizz," he insisted, taking it back and tapping her nose, "Therefore it's special."
"You're okay," Amy slowly moved up and touched the Doctor on the arm as she moved around him in a circle, "How can you be okay?"
"Why wouldn't he be okay?" Minerva frowned and looked back at River and Rory, growing suspicious from their expressions.
The Doctor, confused as well, hugged Amy and assured her everything was fine with him, "Of course I'm OK, I'm always OK, I'm the king of OK. Oh, that's a rubbish title, forget that title," he pulled away and took Minerva into his arms, her back to his chest, "We're fine, absolutely fine..." he trailed off as he got a look at the other's faces, becoming suspicious like Minerva.
"I don't understand. How can you be here?" Amy had to ask as she stared endlessly at the Doctor, her mind almost fried with such an appearance.
"Well, we wouldn't be here if it weren't for that envelope," the Doctor nodded to the envelope, "Believe me I'd rather have some more alone time with my Clever Girl," he set a kiss on Minerva's temple, "There's unfinished business..."
Minerva blushed and cleared her throat, knowing just what unfinished business he referred to, "Um, we were invited," she tried to calm her blush before it became too noticeable, "Date, map reference. Same as you all, I assume, otherwise it's a hell of a coincidence."
"River, what's going on?" Amy shook her head and turned to River.
"Amy, ask him what age he is," she said instead.
"That's a bit personal," the Doctor made a face, "Why don't you ask Minerva what she age she is?"
"Because one, I'm not asking for death," River rolled her eyes. She knew very well never to bring up her Moonie's age, "and two, because I'd like to know yours instead."
"That's a bit...clever," the Doctor admitted with a nod, "And also personal, thank you very much."
"Tell her. Tell her what age you are," River insisted.
"We'd rather...not," Minerva bit her lip and looked up at the Doctor, "It's sort of been a bit longer than we promised..."
"What is it?" Amy demanded, guessing where River was headed with it.
"It's okay love," the Doctor said to Minerva, "909," he answered the question.
He knew Minerva was a bit nervous to reveal to the humans an entire year had passed for them since they dropped off Amy and Rory for their new married-couple time when they'd promised it'd only be a couple months at the most. While the humans were off, the time the alien pair would take advantage of their alone time for their primary goal. And they truly meant to keep that deal with the humans but that was before they realized it was going to take a bit more...work, to have a baby. They thought it would only be a matter of months before the pregnancy test would come out positive but had come out with nothing so far.
"But you said..." Amy blinked, the last the Doctor had stated he was 1103 years old!
"We know we said we'd only be gone a couple months," Minerva began, biting her lip again, "We're sorry, we're really, really, sorry...certain things came up..."
"Yeah, we get the idea," Rory made a face, preferring to leave their leisure time unspoken about. They knew the aliens were trying for a baby and that was honestly the last thing he wanted details about.
"What about Jim the Fish?" River suddenly questioned them, "Have we done Jim the Fish yet?"
"Who's Jim the Fish?" the Doctor frowned, pretty much telling her the answer she needed to conclude.
"I don't understand," Amy shook her head.
"Yeah, you do," Rory moved beside her, both knowing that this version of the Doctor (and Minerva) didn't know what had just happened nor what was coming.
"We don't," the Doctor spoke up, "What are we all doing here?"
River looked at Amy and Rory with a face that said 'go with it' before she spoke, "We've been recruited. Something to do with space, 1969, and a man called Canton Everett Delaware III."
"Recruited by who?" Minerva asked, "The envelope made it to the Monsoon, you wouldn't know who it was?"
"Someone who trusts you more than anybody else in the universe," River assured them.
"And who's that?"
"Spoilers," River let out a breath, the understatement of the year she thought.
~ 0 ~
Minerva and the Doctor moved around the console, each moving a couple controls, while the humans stood to the side in silent thoughts. Minerva kept looking at them with concern, wondering what was bothering so much.
"1969, that's an easy one. Funny how some years are easy," the Doctor was beginning to ramble as he pulled several switches, "Now, 1482, full of glitches. Now then, Canton Everett Delaware III, that was his name, yeah?" Amy turned and went down the stairs leading underneath the console,, striking the Doctor a bit odd but he moved on, "How many of those can there be? Well, three, I suppose," he shrugged and saw River leaving as well.
"Is everyone angry with us for skipping a year?" Minerva took a breath and looked at Rory, "We promise we didn't plan that..."
"It's...you know what I'm gonna go find out," Rory offered and quickly went after the other two women.
"Martian...?" Minerva looked at the Doctor for some kind of help with them, "Do you think they're angry with us because of how long we left?"
The Doctor came over and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer to him, "Probably some human thing going on with them," he offered, though he himself didn't quite believe that, "And if they are who cares? I'm not sorry," he shrugged, "because it's been worth it."
She blushed and smiled, "Even if there's been no results?" she sighed. She would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed that there had been no positives after a full blown year.
"Look, we've done all the tests and we're both in perfect conditions to have that baby," he tapped her nose, "We just have to keep trying for our luck."
"What if the tests were wrong, though?" she dared to think.
After a couple months of no luck with a baby, they had opted to take a quick test of fertility for both. Just because the Doctor had had children before didn't mean anything couldn't be wrong now. And, Minerva being on the first try meant there was a higher possibility that perhaps something wasn't right. Thankfully, the tests had shown they were both healthy and more than ready to be parents. It was just like the Doctor had said, they had to keep trying their luck.
"We can run them again if you want," the Doctor offered, "But they'll say the same thing, you're okay," he rested his forehead on hers, "It'll happen soon enough, you'll see."
She closed her eyes and reveled in their moment alone, "I hope," she whispered, "You know I'm not...against, the work that needs to be done to conceive," she felt her face warm up which was precisely why her eyes had remained closed, she didn't want to see him smirking at her, "But I'd be lying if I said I'd rather have our baby growing inside me already."
"It's alright," the Doctor assured as he gave her a kiss. As they pulled away, they heard the steps of the others coming closer and glanced to the side to see them coming up the stairs, "Finally," the Doctor had to frown, "You're upsetting my Clever Girl and I don't like it."
Amy looked at Minerva for a moment and wondered just how upset Minerva would be when she found out (in her own timeline) that the Doctor was going to die. River had stopped trying to contact the future Minerva when they'd figured out that the past selves had also been invited, River guessing that the future Moontsay already had knowledge of where the Doctor was headed to. Still, that didn't stop Amy from trying to persuade her and Rory that they should try and stop the future from happening. Too bad it just couldn't be like that.
"Sorry, Moonie," River offered a smile, "You know I never mean to upset you."
Minerva gave a nod, "I know," though she still suspected that they were all hiding something from her and the Doctor.
"So, 1969?" Rory asked, the plan (behind the alien's backs) still set on doing what the future Doctor had wanted to do.
"Right, so we gave the TARDIS 1969 and NASA," the Doctor turned to the console with Minerva, "Because that's space in the '60s, and Canton Everett Delaware III, and this is where she's pointing," Minerva turned the monitor for the others to see.
"Washington DC, April 8th, 1969," Amy read, "So why haven't we landed?"
"Because that's not where we're going," the Doctor shook his head.
"Where are we going?" Rory frowned.
"Home!" the Doctor exclaimed, startling them, "Well, you two are. Off you pop and make babies," he said and received a look from Minerva. Just because that's what they were doing didn't mean Amy and Rory might be trying for the same. He smiled, nonetheless, and turned to River, "Dr Song, back to prison. Minerva and I have unfinished business to get to," he flopped onto a chair and had brought Minerva down on his lap.
The others looked at each other with concern and only looked away when Minerva let out a sigh, "Guys, we know you know who sent those envelopes and we don't think it's fair to ask of us to go to some random date without being told anything," she shrugged.
"You're going to have to trust us this time, Moonie," River answered.
"Trust you?" the Doctor scoffed, both he and Minerva standing up, though he moved up to River, "But first of all, Dr Song, just one thing... Who are you? You're someone from our future, getting that, but who? You saunter around with that sacred bracelet my wife apparently gave you but why? I mean, let's not forget you're in prison. Why? Who did you kill? Hmm?"
"Doctor," Minerva stepped up, disliking the shamed face River now had as she looked down, "Clearly, she can't tell us because it's not our time in the timelines. You can't do that to her."
"Trust me, then," Amy spoke up and grabbed the attention of the pair.
"Okay," the Doctor walked over to her next.
"You have to do this, and you can't ask why."
"Amy, is someone threatening you and the others?" Minerva asked, looking at anyone for an answer, "Is someone making you say that? Tell us," she looked more at River for the answer. She would not let anyone threaten her, despite not truly knowing her Minerva knew that River wouldn't so blatantly lead them into a trap.
"No," Amy finally answered.
"You're lying," the Doctor concluded.
"I'm not lying."
"Swear to me. Swear to me on something that matters."
Amy nodded, "Fish fingers and custard."
The Doctor looked back at Minerva who nodded. He sighed and stepped back to her, "Our lives in your hands, Amelia Pond."
"Thank you," River said to the others.
"So! Canton Everett Delaware III!" Minerva turned to the console again, "Who's he, exactly?"
The Doctor hurried to begin the search, River moving beside Minerva to await the results on the monitor, "Ex-FBI, got kicked out," she read.
"Why?" Minerva wondered while River continued to read from the scanner.
"Six weeks after he left the Bureau, the President contacted him for a private meeting."
"Yeah, 1969, who's President?" the Doctor looked up.
"Richard Milhous Nixon," Minerva clapped her hands, "Assignment in one of my classes during m human years was to learn all the presidents and their terms," she explained.
"My Clever Girl," the Doctor smiled and kissed her cheek.
"There's some good stuff too," River continued gazing at the scanner.
"Not enough," the Doctor looked up.
"Hippy!" she remarked.
"Archaeologist," he shot back.
"Children," Minerva gently made them step away from each other, "I do believe we have a job to do."
"Yes!" the Doctor pointed and started the controls again, "OK, since we don't know what we're getting into, I'm being discreet, putting the engines on silent," he flipped a switch and walked to another part of the console while a loud metallic noised emerged. River gave Minerva a look and flipped another switch, ending the noise. The Doctor poked his head around the rotor, "Did you do something?" he asked River with a frown.
"No, just...watching," she shrugged.
He looked at her for another moment before resuming his work, "Putting the outer shell on invisible. Haven't done this in a while, big drain on the power."
"You can turn the TARDIS invisible?" Rory blinked, looking at Minerva for that one.
"Very nearly," Minerva shrugged just as the Doctor let blinding spotlights switch on for some reason. River leaned over and pulled a lever, shutting them off.
"Stop touching my TARDIS!" the Doctor shot River an irritated look.
"I didn't," River raised her hands in defeat, "Did I, Moonie?"
Minerva sighed, "No, she didn't, Martian," she said and calmed the Doctor down. She stepped closer to River and whispered, "You can't pin me between my Martian and you," she complained.
River gave a cheeky smile that alerted Minerva it wasn't the first time she did something like that and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.
The Doctor moved towards the doors but turned around to explain, "Now, I can't check the scanner, it doesn't work when we're cloaked. Um, Just give us a mo," he pointed and ran off though stopped when he heard the footsteps of everyone else, "Whoa, who, whoa, whoa, you lot, wait a moment. We're in the middle of the most powerful city in the most powerful country on Earth. Let's take it slow."
"Which is why you should let the American come out instead," Minerva crossed her arms, "I'm alien but I sure as hell don't cause as much trouble as you do," he pointed at her with a mouth open as if to remark but quickly ran out instead, "Martian!" she called but he was already gone.
"Excuse me but you cause trouble as well," Rory had to point out for Minerva, making the ginger turn with her hands on her hips, "The painting of Lebrun."
"What were you doing looking at my painting, hm?" she challenged with a smirk, ending that conversation quite fast, "Gotcha!" she cheered and moved up to the scanner.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked as she started connecting some wires on the scanner, "The Doctor said that didn't work while we were cloaked."
"Rule 1, he lies," Minerva reminded and stepped back when the scanner displayed to them the Oval Office where president Nixon, Canton Delaware and the Doctor were, the Martian behind the other two men and writing notes while a phone call was in process from a little girl.
"What's going on?" River stepped closer as they heard what the little girl was saying.
However, almost immediately after the call had ended, the Doctor was discovered in the office and...things went bad after that, starting with the big smack the Doctor took when he walked straight into the invisible TARDIS, rocking the entire box.
"That's gonna leave a mark," Minerva sighed as she started going around the console to switch off the cloaking, "I told him to let me go, an actual American-er, well...almost, well you get the point!"
"No, stop that! Ow! Not that! Ow!" she could hear the Doctor's shouts from the scanner, "Minerva, have you got the scanner working yet?"
"No, I'm just going to leave you out there like the idiot you are!" she called back, doubting she could be heard with all the shouts he was giving.
"You married him," River reminded.
"I was blinded," Minerva joked and laughed.
"By what, a bow-tie and a box?" Amy raised an eyebrow, joining in on the amusement.
"He wore suits back then," Minerva paused and thought about her old Martian, "And his ties were adorable, I loved them..."
"Um, you know he's about to be killed right?" Rory pointed to the scanner where the Doctor's face was pressed onto the carpet.
"Minerva, make her blue again!" the Martian desperately cried.
"Right," Minerva blinked and flicked a last switch, aiding the poor Doctor, "Idiot," she headed for the doors.
"We're going out now?" Amy asked, beginning to follow her.
"Of course, he's blown the cover now," Minerva rolled her eyes with a small sigh.
~ 0 ~
With his freedom back, the Doctor had gone over to the president's desk and sat down with his feet propped up, ignoring the agents pointing their guns at him, "Mr President! That child just told you everything you need to know, but you weren't listening. Never mind, the answer's yes. I'll take the case! Fellas, the guns, really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States, parked a big blue box on the rug. You think you can just shoot me?"
"They're Americans!" River reminded as she followed Minerva out, prompting the Doctor to stand with his hands up.
"I will not stand for those jokes," Minerva strode out into the office with a frown for River's statements.
"Don't shoot us either," Rory came out the TARDIS with his hands raised in defeat, "Very much not in need of getting shot. Look, we've got our hands up."
"Who the hell are you?" Nixon turned to the group as he stood behind several of his agents.
"Sir, you need to stay back," Canton warned.
"But who, but who are they? What is that box?"
"It's a Police Box, can't you read?" the Doctor pointed.
"Doctor, that's the president," Minerva hissed at him, "You can't be rude to the president of the United States!"
"Sorry, love," the Doctor gave her a smile, "But anyways," he clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the president, "I'm your new undercover agent, on loan from Scotland Yard thanks to the call my lovely, and if I do mention fellow American," he gestured to Minerva as he came around the desk, hoping she'd be able to instigate some trust, "wife. Code name, the Doctor. These are my top operatives, the Legs, the Nose, and Mrs Robinson."
"I hate you," River spat.
Minerva nudged the Doctor and whisper-scolded him, "Be nice," she reminded.
"Who are you?" Nixon asked again, his agents still restraining him back.
"Boring question," the Doctor waved off, "Who's phoning you, that's interesting. 'Cause Canton Three is right, that was definitely a girl's voice. There's only one place in America she can be phoning from."
"Where?" Canton stepped forwards, beginning to get more intrigued than paranoid unlike the rest.
"Do not engage with the intruder, Mr Delaware," warned one of the agents aiming a gun at the group.
"You heard everything I heard, it's simple enough. Give me five minutes, I'll explain," the Doctor promised as he leaned back on the desk, "On the other hand, lay a finger on me, my wife, or my friends, and you'll never, ever know."
Canton was looking between the pair and the TARDIS, not listening anymore, "How'd you get it in here? I mean, you didn't carry it."
"Clever, right?" Minerva moved over to him, ignoring several guns that moved with her.
"Love it," Canton nodded.
"Do not compliment the intruder," the agent from before warned again.
"Five minutes?" Canton glanced at the Doctor.
"Five."
"Mr President, that man is a clear and present danger."
Minerva shot the agent a look for his comment, "Excuse me, but my husband isn't the one aiming guns at you all," she slowly walked up to them, unaware of the Doctor tensing behind her the closer she got to the guns, "President Nixon, if we wanted to cause harm would we really be trying to help with a phone call? Not to mention, we sort of just walked in here like it was nothing...and it was. Also, I don't lie to the president of my country," she gave her best sweet smile, "Five minutes?" she held up a hand.
"Sir, I cannot recommend..."
"Shut up, Mr Peterson," Nixon cut the agent off, "All right."
Minerva nodded her thanks and rushed back to the Doctor, the man immediately taking her into hid arms as he breathed a sigh of relief, "Sweet smiles even work on the president," he had to joke.
"It's a gift," she chuckled.
The Doctor smiled and looked back at the others, "Alright then, I'm going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street level maps covering all of Florida, a pot of coffee, 12 jammy dodgers and a fez."
"Get him his maps!" Canton exclaimed and made the agents get to work.
Time later would have the Oval Office covered in street maps with everyone studying each and every one of them. While Minerva, the Doctor and Canton worked on one side of the room, Amy, River and Rory worked on the other, though Amy was able to hear something quite interesting.
"Why Florida?" Canton asked the Doctor now that he observed the specific map the Doctor had chosen to look at at the moment.
"It's where NASA is, duh," Minerva made a face.
"She did a mention a space man," the Doctor added, "And NASA's where the space men live. Also... there's another lead I'm following."
Amy blinked and looked over to River who was close beside her, "Space Man? Like the one we saw at the lake," she whispered.
"Maybe, probably," River shrugged absently, not listening very well.
Amy sighed and happened to look at the open doorway ahead of her...and saw a creature, an alien, wearing a black suit, and with a big head although not a very clear face and tentacle-like hands and feet. She gasped quietly and stood, recalling the creature had also been at the lake where the Doctor had died, "I remember!" she whispered.
"Amy?" Rory stepped in front of her, having heard her, "What do you remember?" he moved to her side and revealed the creature was gone.
Amy blinked, "I don't know, I just..." she shook her head, feeling it lightly fuzzy for some reason.
"Amy, what's wrong?"
"Amy?" River looked up.
"You all right?" Minerva walked over to the ginger human, taking notice of her distant face. It seemed like she was thinking of something.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm just...feeling a little sick," Amy quickly supplied and headed for the doorway where an agent, Peterson, guarded, "Excuse me, is there a toilet, or something?"
"Sorry, ma'am, during this procedure, you must remain within the Oval Office."
"Oh c'mon, let her use the restroom," Minerva rolled her eyes.
Another agent led Amy out of the office and the work was resumed once more. Although, Canton had looked over at the Doctor with a mock tone, "Your five minutes are up," he remarked.
"Yeah, and where's my fez?" the Doctor challenged.
"I said no fez until we find said little girl," Minerva returned to them, "That was the deal."
"But maybe I can just-"
"Girl first, then fez," Minerva raised a finger that immediately quieted the Doctor.
"But-"
"Sh."
"Bu-"
Minerva pointed at the map before them and raised an eyebrow, daring him to keep going, "So...?"
"Maps," the Doctor sighed and looked down at the maps again.
Minerva smirked with triumph and watched her husband return to work. She resumed her help as well but still kept a close eye on River and Rory. She knew something was going on between those three humans and would like to know what it was. She was a bit surprised River wasn't saying much because from what she'd learned so far River trusted her completely...so why didn't she trust Minerva at the moment?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the president's phone on his desk ringing. Canton looked over as the president went behind the desk, "The kid?" he asked.
"Should I answer it?" Nixon looked at the Doctor.
"Here!" the Doctor cheered as he pointed to a spot on the map, "The only place in the United States that call could be coming from. See? Obvious when you think about it."
"Not really," Minerva made a face, though stopped when she saw Amy returning. The ginger human looked better than before, so that was a plus in the midst of everything else.
"You, sir, are a genius," Canton had looked at the spot on the map the Doctor had.
"It's a hobby," the Doctor smiled smugly.
"Ego," Minerva coughed'.
"Mr President, answer the phone," Canton instructed the man.
Nixon nodded and picked up the phone, "Hello? This is President Nixon."
"It's here! The Space Man's here," the little girl cried, "It's gonna get me. It's gonna eat me!"
The Doctor picked up his jacket and pulled Minerva for the TARDIS, the rest of the companions following after.
"There's no time for a SWAT team, let's go!" the Doctor ushered them in and looked at the president, "Mr President, tell her help's on the way. Canton, on no account follow me into this box and close the door behind you," he hurried inside.
"What the hell are you doing?" Canton called as he ran after them, the TARDIS dematerializing right after.
"Jefferson isn't a girl's name, or her name either," the Doctor was already up at the console when Canton had entered, "Jefferson Adams Hamilton...Minerva?"
"Surnames of three of America's founding fathers, duh," she tapped his head, "I liked them," she clapped excitedly.
The Doctor, on the other hand, wasn't too pleasant with the founding fathers. He'd brought Minerva on a lovely trip one day to meet them all...and ended up being the center of attention with two of those fancying her.
"I don't," he huffed and crossed his arms.
Minerva laughed and kissed his cheek, "It's pretty obvious who I fancied," she winked.
"Are you OK? Coping?" Rory had turned to Canton as no one was explaining to the man what was going on about the TARDIS.
"The President asked the child two questions," Minerva continued as the Doctor got over his jealousy of dead people, "Where and who are you? She was answering where."
"It's bigger on the inside," Canton breathed.
"You get used to it," Rory tried to offer some comfort.
"Now where would you find three big historical names in a row like that?" Minerva looked at the Doctor, putting a hand on his arm, "You ready now, dear?"
"Hm?" he finally snapped out of it, "Sure, Da Vinci all over again," he muttered under his breath and shook his head. It should be some kind of written rule that no one except him can 'fancy' his Clever Girl.
"Where?" Amy stepped over, seeing no one answering a dire question.
"Come on," Minerva had finished with the console and headed for the doors, with the Doctor behind her.
Canton reached for the Doctor's arm and managed to stop him, "It's er..."
"Are you taking care of this?" the Doctor looked back at Rory but didn't stick around for the answer as he ran out with Minerva.
They entered a solitary, disused, dirty warehouse where the calls of the little girl had originated from. The Doctor went over to a desk and plopped down, picking up a small American flag and waving it.
"Where are we?" Amy crossed her arms and looked around.
"About five miles from Cape Kennedy Space Centre. It's 1969, the year of the Moon. Interesting, don't you think?"
Amy turned on her flashlight, "Why would a girl be here?"
"Maybe she's lost," Minerva shrugged, finding that as the most probably reason.
River had began using her handheld device for the room and walked over to the desk where the Doctor was for a phone that sat there.
"The President asked where she was and she did what any lost little girl would do," the Doctor stood up and moved to the window beside, "She looked out the window," he pulled the blinds and allowed the group to see the streets: Jefferson, Hamilton and Adams.
"She used the street names," Minerva nodded, "Smart, little girl."
"The only place in Florida, probably all of America, with those three street names on the same junction, and Clever Girl, you've got that face on again."
"What face?" she put a hand over her cheek and frowned.
"The "he's hot when he's clever" face."
"This is my normal face, idiot!"
"It is," he winked.
"You needed that after revisiting the memories of the founding fathers, huh?" Minerva crossed her arms, sporting her own smirk back for him.
"Shut up," he pointed.
"You started it," she reminded and went over to River.
"We've moved. How, how can we have moved?" Canton was coming out of the TARDIS with Rory behind, unknowingly the pair's moment.
"You haven't even got to space travel yet?" the Doctor looked at Rory with disappointment.
"I was going to cover it with time travel," Rory huffed and shut the TARDIS doors.
"Time travel?" Canton took a moment and turned to Rory, full of more questions.
"Brave heart, Canton. Come on!" the Doctor pointed and went over to explore, taking Minerva with him.
"It's a warehouse of some kind. Disused," River concluded as they went further inside the warehouse.
"You realize this is almost certainly a trap, of course," the Doctor sighed, gripping Minerva's hand in his.
"We noticed the phone, dear," Minerva looked at River who nodded in agreement.
"What about it?" Amy asked as she hadn't even known there was a phone around.
"It was cut off," Minerva explained, "So how did the child phone from here?"
"OK. But why would anyone want to trap us?"
"Don't know. Let's see if anyone tries to kill us, and work backwards," the Doctor shrugged and went a bit ahead.
"Love the plan, dear," Minerva had to joke, managing to get him to smile, "But I think we should start by wondering why a little girl is here and not with her parents or at least an orphanage."
"When we find her, we'll ask her," the Doctor stopped at the sight of a tilted operating table ahead of them.
River headed over pretty fast and began studying its components, "It's non-terrestrial, definitely alien, probably not even from this time zone."
"Which is odd, because... look at this," the Doctor had moved over to a couple boxes with curiosity.
Minerva remained with River and saw how the components of the 'operations' seemed to be missing and/or broken, "This is contemporary Earth technology," she guessed and looked at River for some confirmation.
"Very contemporary, Moonie," she nodded.
"Cutting edge," the Doctor added as he went through the boxes, "This is from the space program!"
"Stolen? What, by aliens?" Amy raised an eyebrow, not to keen to believe that.
"Apparently," the Doctor shrugged and put on a space helmet with its visor down.
"Why? If you can make it to Earth, why steal technology that can barely make it to the moon?"
"Maybe cos it's cooler," the Doctor lifted the visor and grinned, "Look how cool this stuff is!"
"Cool aliens?" Amy scoffed and crossed her arms.
"Well, what would you call me?"
"...an alien geek."
"Oi!" the Doctor took off his helmet with a deep frown, "Someone's been spending too much time with Martha Jones!"
"I, er, I think he's OK now," Rory had joined with Canton, the man more calm than before.
"Back with us, Canton?" Minerva called with a chuckle.
"Like your wheels," he nodded.
"Thank you, top of the edge," she shrugged, "So, we should probably go and search for the little girl now. Don't really like the idea of a poor, little girl who's afraid."
"C'mon," the Doctor took her by the hand and moved to another part of the room while River and Amy remained behind.
"Where do you think her parents are?" Minerva whispered to him, "Are they worried? Are they alive?"
"It'll be fine, love, you'll see," the Doctor patted her hands, smiling softly at her concern.
Ever since they had agreed to start trying for a child, Minerva had grown a bit more emotional when it came to parents and their child(ren). Every time she saw a baby, toddler, small child, etc. she'd become overwhelmed with emotions. She'd want to see if the child was happy, cared for, whether the parents were happy with their baby...she'd start asking them millions of questions just so that she could know what to do with her own when the time came.
"Moonie, Doctor, look at this," River called them back as she held a wire that led into a hole in the ground.
"So where does that go?" the Doctor asked while she scanned.
"There's a network of tunnels running under here," River blinked.
"Any life signs?" Minerva wondered as she bent down in front of the hole to study it.
"No, nothing that's showing up."
"Those are the worst kind," Minerva sighed, "so we'll have to be careful," she pushed open the top of the hole.
"We'll?" the Doctor blinked, "N-n-n-no! NO! You're not going down there, absolutely not!"
"Go on first, I'll be down in a minute," Minerva stood up and helped River down, "and please be careful."
"Careful? Tried that once, ever so dull. I want the adrenaline," she grinned and went down the ladder.
"You aren't going with her," the Doctor turned Minerva around, firmly looking at her, "We don't know what's down there-"
"Which is exactly why I'm going down with her," Minerva put her hands on either side of his face, "Look, the last time I let her go on her own she spent 2000 years stuck in an exploding TARDIS. I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice. I need to protect her and I can't do that if I keep letting her go off on her own. I'm sorry but that's the way it's going to be."
The Doctor knew no amount of pleadings or warnings would get her to change her mind. He knew that apart from the bracelet bounding Minerva to River, Minerva actually liked River and just like any other friends of theirs Minerva wanted to keep River safe. He just didn't like that by doing that she was risking herself.
"I'll be fine," Minerva assured and gave him a gentle kiss, "In less than one, two, I'll be back."
The Doctor nodded and let her go, watching her grimly as she started going down the ladder, "Please be careful, Clever Girl," she stopped and looked at him as he bent down in front of her, "You never know, you could be carrying our little Martian or Clever Baby Girl right now."
She blinked with realization, it really had been some time since they ran another pregnancy test. She could very well be pregnant at the moment as she wouldn't even know it, "Right, extra careful, then," she assured and pecked his lips before she went down.
"Ridiculously overprotective?" River teased as soon as Minerva had came down.
"Maybe a bit," Minerva offered a smile as she turned to her, discreetly putting a hand over her stomach, "There's some things going on with us...just a bit more worrisome."
"Like?" River instantly became worried there was something wrong with her Moonie,.
Minerva chuckled, noticing River's concern, "Nothing bad, it's just...we're trying for a baby," she sheepishly admitted. She didn't quite know where they were at concerning time lines so River probably wasn't in the know of the current plans.
River's eyebrows raised upwards, momentarily frozen, "Oh, oh wow..." she tried to reconfigure the point in timelines between her and Minerva.
"I know you're from our future," Minerva began to smile wider, "So, if it all works out...you've probably already seen us with our baby...right?"
"Moonie, you know I can't answer," River quickly began moving.
"Ooh, I know," Minerva sighed and went after her, "but you can't blame a girl for trying," River chuckled at that. Minerva would've laughed as well had it not been for the strange noise she'd heard behind and turned, "River..."
River turned around and both women saw the creatures that had been with Amy and ran back towards the ladder. Minerva pushed River first up the ladder then climbed up herself.
As soon as River popped up from the hole she opened her mouth to yell for help...but blinked and looked around, feeling slightly odd, "All clear...Moonie?" she called down.
"Yup!" came Minerva's voice, though she herself felt odd.
"You sure?" the Doctor came back in a sprint, "Minerva?" he called.
"Just tunnels, nothing down there we can see," River explained, "Er, give us five minutes, I want to take another look round."
The Doctor frowned, "Stupidly dangerous."
"Ridiculously overprotective," River countered.
"There's more at stake now," the Doctor mumbled seriously, "Or...could be, anyways."
"Yeah, yeah," River rolled her eyes and looked down for Minerva, "Go down, Moonie!"
"Got it!" Minerva gave the call and went down the ladder again.
River waved at the Doctor and went back down after Minerva. The Doctor sighed and stood up, turning around for the others and walked up to Rory, "Rory, would you mind going with them?" he asked, regretting that he himself couldn't go down. Someone needed to keep searching up and he couldn't task three humans to do it and mess up.
"Yeah, a bit," Rory admitted.
"Please, I'm asking genuinely," the Doctor gave him a look, "My wife is down there..."
"And mine's up here," Rory pointed at Amy who was with Canton across the room.
"And I will take care of her, please look after mine?"
Rory sighed but went ahead, relieving the Doctor a bit. Child or no child, Minerva was precious enough and needed to be safe at all times.
~ 0 ~
Rory went down the ladder and found River and Minerva both breathing heavily against the wall, "Are you okay!?" Rory quickly questioned the pair with concern.
"Fine," Minerva assured, "Just..." she didn't know, actually. For some reason, her heart was beating at a rapid rate, and the Doctor was no where around...so what had just happened?"
"River?" Rory turned to River.
"Ah yes, yes. I just felt a bit sick. It's the prison food probably," River took a deep breath and looked at Minerva, "This way, what do you think?"
Minerva nodded, "Yup, let's go," she went off with River and left Rory to nervously follow after them.
"I keep thinking I hear things," Rory whispered to them after a while.
"Mind playing tricks on you, Rory," Minerva tried to comfort, "You're nervous therefore the mind will make you feel worse."
"Thanks," Rory made a face.
"Sorry, get that from the Doctor," Minerva chuckled.
"Interesting! These tunnels are old," River was looking at her device she held, "Really old. How can they be really old and nobody notice them?"
The flashlight caught a door ahead of them, "It's a maintenance hatch," Rory stepped beside them.
River went up to the door and tried the handle, "It's locked," she knelt down, "Why do people always lock things?"
"To keep nosy people out of it," Minerva moved up with another chuckle, "Let me try," she pulled River back and then held her hands towards the door, concentrating hard.
"You're going to open it with your powers, aren't you?" Rory frowned, already seeing the bits of ice forming at her finger tips.
"What do you know? I'm nosy too," Minerva glanced back with a cheeky smile.
"Is this sensible?"
"Probably not, but who cares," Minerva returned her attention to the door.
"Now I get why you and the Doctor are married," Rory mumbled.
"Did you ever have question about it?"
"Maybe..."
Minerva laughed, "Just keep a look out, Rory."
With all her attention on the door, Minerva finally used ice on the doorknob and covered it entirely. Afterwards, she tried breaking it as it would usually when ever she covered something with her ice...but it wouldn't budge.
"That's weird," Minerva lowered her hands and tried again, but the ice remained intact.
"It didn't work..." Rory looked a her curiously, "Do your powers have an expiration date or something?"
Minerva would've laughed if she hadn't been so confused, "My ice is supposed to break through anything...unless..." she gently placed a finger over the ice, watching it slowly melt underneath, "...unless it was designed to withstand my ice..."
"But then what would mean someone would have to had design it specifically for you," River pointed, "Or at least your species."
"Against the Moontsays," Minerva mumbled, staring at the door in utter confusion. How can centuries-old tunnels be built against Moontsays? For what purpose?
"Here, let me try," River took out a bobby pin from her hair and bent down in front of the knob. It didn't take long for her to open the door, disappointing Minerva even more afterwards. They could calculate the necessary elements to withstand Moontsay ice but weren't prepared for a bobby-pin?
"What is this place?" Rory asked as they entered the new room, Minerva recognizing it as a replica of the control room from Craig's 'flatmate'.
River stepped closer to the center and an alarm went off, "That's an alarm," she stopped, "Check if anything's coming!"
Rory, being the closest to the doors, ran outside the room and saw the creatures coming for them. He gasped and quickly returned to warn the women, "...there's nothing out there," he blinked.
"What are you getting?" Minerva watched River use her device one the control panels.
"These tunnels, they're not just here, they're everywhere. They're running under the surface of the entire planet! They've been here for centuries!"
"The entire planet?" Minerva blinked, "That's..." a crackle of energy emerged from the tunnel and made all look towards the doorway where a bright flash came through, "Rory!" Minerva shouted and shot ice daggers at whatever was coming for them.
"RUN!" River took opportunity and grabbed Minerva then ran and took Rory with her, ignoring the creatures that were now coming after them.
They managed to reach the ladder and clambered out in time as the Doctor, Amy and Canton came running from another part of the room.
"What's going on!?" Canton demanded, confused why everyone was running off.
"Look behind you," the Doctor pointed.
"There's nothing behind me!"
"Look! Canton, look!"
Canton turned to see the alien creatures coming for them and gasped.
"Doctor!" Minerva called as they all headed for the TARDIS, "Let's go!" she urgently motioned for them to continue running, her eyes locked on the creatures coming for them.
They were everywhere...and they were deadly.
Author's Note:
Well, well, well, here we go with the Silence! I'm too excited for this story honestly xD. Bit sad that there's no baby yet, but I guess Minerva and the Doctor aren't so against repeated trying *insert smirking emoji*.
Also, last call for the cross-over treat I was planning on doing in celebration for the first story of this series 'Next Stop Everywhere' reaching past 200 faves. The idea involves writing a one chapter story consisting of Minerva/11 with another couple of one of my other stories. That would be my Originals' pair OC Maleny/Klaus, Penny Dreadful's OC Alma (featuring Lily/Dorian), and my one-shot of Doctor Who's 12 and (the OC) Jana.
As of right now, there's an interest to do with the Original's, but if someone else has an interest for another pair then feel free to leave a suggestion :)
For Reviews (of Shackles of Responsibilities' last chapter):
I know, I'm so happy for them too lol. Well, it's been told off screen but since the Doctor and Mayar are turning a new page in their civilized relationship, I guess Mayar would be pretty content with having a great-grandchild :). Thank you!
We'll see how it goes with the baby plans as the story progresses ;) Hmmm, a cross over with Mal/Klaus? That sounds like a lot of fun actually xD. But I can kinda see Minerva being a little more excited considering, at one point in an earlier story of hers she talked about the Vampire Diaries - naturally she would recognize Klaus and the other Mikaelsons. The little Queen fangirl coming out xD. I'm actually very motivated to write that one now, thanks! If that's what's more interesting then I'll definitely get a start on it.
Well, that's pretty much it. As always, thank you for reading! I hope to hear some thoughts on it. Until next time :)