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Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm

All she heard was screams. Screams and shouts of 'exterminate' that sent chills up her spine. She felt she was in danger, even though in her mind she knew this was all just another dream. She stared around her, taking in the shining blue beams and of people, or at least they looked like people, trying to fend them off.

Then she saw him. He was different now than the other times but instinctively she knew that was him. The Doctor. He was planning something, trying to do something and it scared her. She knew it was something big, something bad but good like the bittersweet taste of the chocolate her Uncle bought for her once from the sketchy looking shop. That taste had taken weeks to leave her mouth and even now she could still taste it.

He was about to do something big that would haunt him forever.

She watched him with her wide brown eyes, curious but scared at the same time. The Doctor looked over and saw her, the two making eye contact for the first time. "Who are you?" He asked, or at least she thought he asked. He was speaking the odd language she'd been trying to learn.

"Harri." She replied, feeling shocked he was seeing her. The Doctor approached her, the chaos around them not affecting either.

"How are you here Harri? It's impossible for you to be here."

"Nothin's impossible, just highly unlikely. I really dunno. Just suppose I need to be here." He raised an eyebrow, crouching down to be at her tiny height.

"But...this is a dream. My dream to get all specific."

"Well I guess it's mine too since I'm suppose to be sleepin'." She gave a little smirk and the Doctor smiled.

"I've seen you before Harri, in other dreams. How are you doing this?"

"I dunno. Just close my eyes and I'm on one of your adventures. Like with Miss. Donna and Miss. Martha."

"You know Martha and Donna?" Harri nodded.

"You dream of your adventures with them. Sometimes they're fun, a lot of times they're rather scary but exciting! You do a lot of running ya know." The Doctor grinned, running a hand through his hair.

"Suppose you're right on the running. But-" Harri suddenly clutched her head, hearing her Grandmum's voice calling for her to wake up. "Harri are you alright? Waking up?"

"Y-yeah, my Grandmum's waking me up. Be careful." Harri stared around at the fight between the people and the creatures called the Daleks. "Bye Doctor."

"Wait Harri-"

"Harri! Harriet are you up? You're gonna be late poppet!" Shouted her Grandmum, calling from down the stairs. Harri yelped as she crashed on the floor of her room, her covers curled and fallen alongside her. "Ouch!" She muttered under her breath, rubbing the small of her back as her long, messy brown hair splayed out around her.

She blinked, quickly tearing the covers off her to check herself over. All ten toes, her two legs, two arms, and ten fingers. Harri touched her face, making sure everything was in order and sighed in relief as she realized she was just fine. Just nauseous from the awakening and oddness of her dream.

"I've never talked to him before..." She whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she stared at the ceiling in thought.

"Harri!"

"I'm up Grandmum!" She replied back loud enough for her Grandmum to hear her.

"Well took you long enough there missy! Jamie boy and Tony you both better be up too!"

"Up Grandmum!" Came her brother's shout from the room next door, getting closer till he opened her door.

"Oi. Dream about the Doc again?" He asked, leaning against the door, his hair desperately needing a combing.

"Yeah. This time was different though." Jamie raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well catch me up later. Grandmum and Mum are gonna skin us alive if we don't get ready for school."

"Right..."

"Oi, chin up! Normally you're a billion times more hyper in the morning than this. So far the only regular thing is you falling out of bed. Was it that bad?"

"Tell ya on the walk to school. Now out, gotta get ready!" Jamie rolled his eyes at her but closed the door, likely going to get ready himself. Harri sighed, untangling herself completely from the covers before heading over to her closet.

Quickly she changed into her schools uniform consisting of a white button down, red plaid skirt and a black jacket that she rolled up to her elbows. Harri yanked on her black stockings, at the same time trying to run a brush through her hair, her red tie laying beside her on the bed.

"You know it would work better if you did one at a time." Said a voice from her doorway, making Harri yelp in shock and fall off the bed, only one stocking on and causing the hairbrush to fly across the room.

"Mum! Don't do that!" She complained, sitting up and glaring. All her mother did was smile, crossing the room and picking up her hairbrush.

"Sorry love." She said as Harri put herself back up on the bed, hastily pulling up the other stocking. Harri smiled as she looked at her mom. With her blond hair and green eyes, it was obvious John took after the Tyler side of the family but herself...she presumed her darker hair and eyes were from her Dad. Whoever that was.

Rose Tyler gently sat behind her daughter, running the brush through her messy locks. "And I complained about my hair when I was younger." She muttered, trying to comb out the knots as gently as she could.

"...I get it from the other side of the family, don't I?" Harri asked quietly, knowing she was treading on very dangerous ground. Her mum paused mid brush stroke and inwardly she yelled at herself for asking her Mum the question.

"Curiosity killed the cat I suppose..." She thought, flinching slightly. "Sorry Mum I-"

"No, no. You did nothing wrong Harri. No question is a dumb question, there's just dumb answers...or completely nutter ones but ya know." Her Mum began brushing her hair again, sighing. "Yeah you get your locks from your father. He used to fret about his hair all the time, always trying new ways to keep that perfect hairstyle of his. You're just a lazy bum who doesn't like to mess with her hair."

Harri wiggled slightly, digging her fingers into the soft fabric of the bed. "...so he was vain?"

"Oh no no. Well, I suppose a little. All boys are really. Take your brother for example, he's as bad as his father with trying to get his hair perfect." Her Mum laughed, sounding torn between happy and sad.

"Was he nice?" Her mum kept brushing this time instead of stopping.

"Curious this morning are we?"

"S-sorry."

"No you aren't." Harri flushed and gave a small, cheeky smile. "Look at that smile! Another thing the two of you share! That crazy smile that practically foreshadows trouble!"

"Yeah...hey Mum there's a storm coming." The brush clattered to the floor and Harri glanced back to look at her mother before looking back at the window. "Mum? You alright? You've never been scared of thunder before have you started now?" She asked, confused by the look on her Mum's face.

"No...it's alright. It d-does look like pretty bad weather, don't it?" Harri slowly nodded as her Mum picked up the brush. "Want me to braid it?"

"Sure! Just one braid, don't have to be perfect either!" Her Mum gently began braiding a loose braid that ended at the lower part of Harri's back, the comforting feeling of someone braiding her hair making Harri smile.

"So was he nice?" Her Mum sighed, tying off the end of the braid with a piece of red ribbon. She moved to kneel in front of her daughter, taking her smaller hands into her own.

"Yes love, he was the nicest man I've ever met. The bravest too even though he would never admit it."

"He was brave?" Her Mum smiled, sweeping a loose strand of Harri's hair behind her ear.

"The bravest. You remind me of him a lot. You and your brother."

"But I act more like him don't I?"

"Yeah except for lately, you've been a bit of a serious bugger for a while now. Has something been bothering you Harri?" Harri bit her lip, not meeting her Mum's eyes. "You can tell me anything love, you know that."

"I know...but nothin's wrong so don't worry Mum!" She squeezed her eyes shut and gave a vibrant grin, trying to hide the visions she was seeing in her mind of the war and the Doctor. Harri pulled herself away from her Mum, picking up her tie off from where it had fallen onto the floor and quickly putting it on. "Now it's brekkie time! Is that the sweet smell of burning toast? Who let Grandmum cook? Let's just hope she hasn't touched my bananas!"

Harri then bolted out of the room before her Mum could say another word, heading straight for the safety of the kitchen. Or relative safety since her Grandmum Jackie was in there.

Rose sighed, watching her daughter exit from the room frantically. She knew her daughter well enough to know she was hiding something but just like her Father she would hide it inside until it had to be told, never too soon and never too late. That and they both were fantastic at distracting her from her original line of questioning with their never ending gob.

"If only you could see her, see them both. God you'd love them to bits." She whispered, leaning back to stare at the ceiling of her daughters bedroom. It was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars, all different shapes and sizes, no two exactly alike except for two in the center, so close but separated by something she couldn't quite make out. She'd asked the then four year old Harri what it was and all the little girl said was, "Time" before disappearing out of the room.

It had taken the next five minutes and a ladder for Rose to realize her daughter had done a real Earth and their parallel Earth side by side with a blue box in-between. By then though her daughter had snuck out of the house and by the time she'd found her (up on the neighbors roof trying to climb up onto their zeppelin) she'd forgotten to ask her how she knew about the TARDIS.

"Well one of them was bound to take after you..." Rose laughed to herself before standing up and stretching for a moment and heading out of the little bedroom, closing the door shut behind her.

Harri nibbled on a piece of toast as she sat at the large dining table. She'd only eaten two bananas and the bit of toast in her hand plus her glass of fruit juice, much less than she usually ate (which was more like seven bananas, yogurt, and a lot more fruit juice). "Not feelin' well poppet?" Asked her Grandmum, gently placing a hand on her forehead and startling Harri out of her mindless staring of the wall.

"Oh no, no, course not! I never get sick. You know that Grandmum! Immune systems working like the well oiled machine it is! Always has worked extremely well, probably with my luck I'd have caught some nasty bug by now but I must be immune to everything!" She stammered out quickly, making her Grandmum Jackie raise an eyebrow at her.

"Well say what you want but you look a bit pale today. Don't she Rose?" Her Grandmum questioned, turning to her daughter who was sitting across the way and meagerly picking through her own breakfast.

"...a little I suppose. Perhaps you, Jamie and Tony need to spend some more time outside. School work's kept you inside lately plus the cold weather." Her Mum commented, giving Harri the loophole she needed.

"See! Just fine!" She huffed, taking a bite out of her toast and chewing it victoriously.

"Oi you aren't too old for a slap you know!" Her cousin Tony laughed from down the table, happily dipping his biscuit in his tea while Jamie smiled behind his own cup of tea. "Don't think you two are either! Tony don't slouch and Jamie for cryin' out loud have you tried running a brush through that mess you call hair?"

It was Harri's turn to snicker as her Grandmum went over and tried to fix her brother's hair, making the nine year old scowl at her and slap her hands away. "It's just fine Grandmum! Don't muck it up!"

And breakfast proceeded on as it normally did in the Tyler household, with her Granddad leaving for work a bit later and Harri being on dish duty that morning. As she picked up the dishes from breakfast, stacking each dish on top of one another that she steadily carried on one hand, an odd sight of a worried frown was etched on her face.

"I've been having less dreams lately, like the calm before a storm…" As if connecting with her thoughts, an ominous sound of thunder pealed from outside and Harri looked out the window at the darkening sky. "Yet that dream...I can't help but feel like its a start of something I just don't know what…"

"Harri hurry up! Don't want to be late do you? Just leave the dishes stacked there and I'll grab 'em in a sec!" said her Mum, poking her head out of the nearby kitchen before disappearing back inside.

Harri sighed, shaking her head. Instead of listening to her Mum she carried the dishes over to the doorway and was about to enter but the next words she heard from inside had the nine year old pausing and ducking beside the door.

"Alright love spill. What's gotten you all upset?" questioned her Grandmum, likely asking her Mum.

"...Harri asked about her Dad today." It was quiet for a moment in the kitchen and Harri bit her lip nervously, wondering if she should just head in or not.

"Oh Rose...she's getting to that age. You went through it, took to pestering me about your Dad all the time."

"Yeah but that situation was explainable! I could understand it when I got older but...but Harri and Jamie, how can I explain to them about all this?!"

"They're smart children Rose, take after their father there. They can understand or at least try to." Harri slowly peeked around the corner and saw her Mum and Grandmum standing there talking by the sink.

"But they're so young! Not even ten years old!"

"And how old were you when you broke into my room and found a picture of your Dad?" Her Mum flinched, muttering the reply under her breath. "Exactly! Seven! I'm sure at least Harri has tried that but I don't believe you have any pictures of him do you?"

"No, 'fraid not." Her Mum sighed, tiredly slouching against the counter. "I'll tell them what they want to know, when they ask. Otherwise I'll wait till they're older." A sobbing noise came from her Mum and Harri realized she was crying.

"Rose..." Her Grandmum gently rubbed her daughters shoulder comfortingly.

"I wish he was here Mum! God I even lied to him saying you were pregnant not me! I just couldn't bear him leaving and knowing he could never come back to see his children! It would have killed him inside!"

"Well I did become pregnant, just about a year later than you remember? Found out I was having Tony when the twins turned four months old." Her Mum sobbed as her Grandmum held her in her arms, whispering things to the woman softly. "Oh Rosie, I wish he were here too. The good old Doctor always knew what to do."

The hair on Harri's neck and arms stood straight up at that name. The Doctor. "Blimey..." She whispered, before she heard Jamie shout her name. The last thing she hear from the conversation was something about an 'oncoming storm' as she quietly made her way from the kitchen, placing the dishes on the table, and down to the front of the house.

She grabbed her satchel, mind reeling as she headed outside to where her brother and technically uncle Tony were. "Took ya long enough!" Complained Tony, leaping off the top stairs to stumble to the bottom in his ungraceful way.

"Uh...sorry." Jamie raised an eyebrow at her before sighing and walking down the stairs like a normal person. Harri flinched, knowing she was going to be interrogated by her brother soon, probably sooner than she wanted to be.

"Harri!" Cried her Mum, coming out the door as she was about to bolt after Jamie and Tony.

"Yes?" She asked, cocking her head slightly as she looked up at her Mom who bent down to her height.

"Sweetie if you...if you want to ask anymore about your father...I'll tell you. Just ask okay?" Harri bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit she'd picked up on from her Mum.

"So...maybe this afternoon?" Her mum smiled, nodding.

"If you want to know. Jamie might be curious too."

"Alright." Harri hugged her Mum, taking in the scent of her vanilla shampoo and her hand lotion that smelled like roses. "I love you Mum."

"Love you too Harri. Now off you go, the boys are waiting!" Harri nodded, racing down the steps to meet up with Jamie and Tony.

"Allons-y lads!" She shouted, putting on her grin that easily fooled Tony but only made Jamie's frown deepen. Harri grabbed onto their wrists, pulling along her brother and uncle down towards the school. "I love that word, Allons-y! I need to use it more!"

"You're nutters is what you are." Muttered her brother as she continued pulling them down the street towards their school.

About midway into London they arrived at the school building that once use to be just for boys but was now co-ed. Harri stopped, letting go of Jamie and Tony as they neared the front entryway. "Oi Harri, you alright?" Asked Jamie, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Course I am. Always alright I am. Just give me a moment, I'll be in soon."

"Well hurry up, the bell will be ringing soon!" Squeaked Tony, grinning at the twins before racing inside.

"Harri...?"

"Don't worry Jamie. I just need to clear my head for a moment. We'll talk at lunch, yeah?" Her blond haired brother slowly nodded, not fully believing her but realizing she needed a moment alone. He disappeared inside the school and she was left alone down the steps in front of the school.

Harri looked up at the name of her school, knowing within moments the bell would ring and the morning grammar lessons would begin. Yet her mind wasn't sitting still. It was running with the information she'd just overheard from her Mum and Grandmum's conversation, with how the Doctor normally looked in her dreams, and how she was.

Things were starting to click eerily together and she looked up at the dark London sky. It was ominous today, more so than usual and Harri shivered from the icy breeze. Then she turned on her heel and sprinted down the street, not caring if anyone tried to stop her.

This would be the first day in Harriet Sarah-Jane Tyler's life she skipped school. And it would be her last day there for a long while.

And that's all folks, at least for Chapter 1 that is! Hope you all enjoyed and please review, fav, the usual begging that's done at the end to encourage authors. :) À plus tard!