Kara woke up with a headache. She ran her fingers through her hair in order to rub her temples to alleviate the pain, and felt the texture, it was curly, it hadn't been curly before. Moaning, Kara tried to open her eyes, but the light was far too bright for her. She rolled slowly over onto her side, holding her head in her hands as she tried to sit up. Hands were placed on her back in a comforting manner helping her feel better as well as helping her to sit up. A soothing female voice whispered, "Take it easy, Kara, it's okay," the voice had a soft familiar sound to it.
"Is she going to be alright, Doctor?" another voice sounded, a voice which, although familiar, had a harsh sound to it, as if the speaker couldn't speak English properly, or had just learned how to speak English, for the "i" in alright came out with an almost hissing sound rather than the soft roll of normal speech. Kara moaned softly as she tried to open her eyes again. She was in a dark room, but the light was still almost blinding to her sensitive eyes. Slowly, she tried a third time, and even though the light was blinding, she finally managed to get them open. Her eyelids felt as if they weighed 50 pounds each and as if they were made of lead because they kept trying to close on her.
"Wha-" she tried to talk, but her mouth was dry and her tongue seemed swollen and managed to stumble over her words. Kara licked her lips and tried again. "What happened?" her voice sounded different, although she couldn't tell how. "Where am I?" she asked, even though her surroundings were familiar to her. Slowly they came more into focus, and then Kara realized that someone was answering her questions and listened up.
"You're in my TARDIS, Kara," the woman said. "It's hard to explain why you're here, but," she pulled out a hand mirror, handing it to Kara. Kara looked in the mirror at her features. She saw moss green eyes and curly red hair. Suddenly the memories came flooding back into her, overwhelming her. There was a bright light, blindingly bright, and something that reminded her of singing, pain, and then scrambled images of her father and Dave, as well as this woman and three kids. Kara looked around once more and spotted the children, the boy- Kit, The older girl, with her Hispanic appearance, Dairine, her red locks matching Kara's own, Dairine's computer - Spot, and the dog, what was his name? Ponch. Kara faintly remembered the name and linked it with the dog. There was also the woman Doctor, her hair was brown and straight, her face matching Kara's father's face, only with more feminine features. This Doctor's clothes, too, were dark and melancholy, similar to how the other Doctor dressed: long dark jacket, dark pants and a dark shirt under the jacket.
"Where's my Doctor?" she asked, noting that her accent matched this Doctor's. "What happened?" she asked again, noting the glances that were passed between Dairine and the Doctor. The Doctor nodded at Dairine, inviting her to talk and Dairine returned a glance that seemed uncertain, but the Doctor nodded again.
"Well," Dairine began, casting another beseeching glance back at the Doctor who nodded once more. Dairine's voice, although exactly the same as the way Kara remembered it, sounded different to her, raising her suspicions. "You absorbed all the energy from both Time Vortexes," she said, glancing once more at the Doctor for some help. This time the Doctor picked up and helped Dairine out, mainly because Dairine didn't know the whole of what happened.
"You regenerated, Kara, but some how got caught in our time stream rather than your own," she hesitated, "I don't know what happened to the other Doctor, or to Dave, just that you ended up with rather than with him," she looked uneasy, as if there was more wrong than she was letting on, but Kara didn't notice, she was to lightheaded to see the subtle look of unease that crossed the Doctor's face.
"I need to go back," Kara insisted, suddenly realizing what sounded so strange about everyone's voices. "I have an accent!" she said happily, and she did. No longer did her words have an American accent, but rather a British one, like her mother's, like her father. "Right," she said, returning to her original chain of thought, "I need to return to my Doctor," when the others gave her strange looks she groaned and became upset, "He's my father! Okay?" she explained impatiently and angrily.
"Your father?" the female Doctor's eyebrows raised and some poorly hidden snickers were heard coming from the direction of Kit and Nita. The Doctor turned around and glared at them, but by then which ever of the two had snickered had stopped and Kara hadn't seen which one it had been, although she thought it might have been Kit. "The other me is," the Doctor seemed to have trouble wrapping her head around this idea, "your father?" Kara blushed and nodded in resignation. She hadn't wanted to tell anyone about her father, because he didn't even know.
"I knew that," a mechanical voice said, Kara looked over and saw Spot staring at her, how ever a computer manages to stare at someone, Kara didn't know, but this one managed it. "That's what the anomaly was," the computer turned to face Dairine as it said this.
"She showed up in the book," Nita added, "but not with the name she said. And at a 'Temporary Status' not 'pre-ordeal', but temporary. We had no idea why but maybe it's because she's not from our reality"
"I need to get back to my father," Kara reiterated impatiently.
"Well," Kit began hesitantly, "Maybe a worldgate could get her home, but I don't know how it would work out."
"A what?" Kara asked, she realized that this trip would be another bizarre experience, although she didn't know what was going to happen in the least, or ever where they were headed. She felt her head spin with the complexity of the situation and would have shaken it, but the slightest movement made the spinning stronger so she didn't.