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You guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I was going to put this chapter up AGES ago but I was at Nationals for the rest of the week after finals and then my family was in town and then everything went absolutely nutty. SO. Here's the next update. There will probably be another one tomorrow (since I've finished 3 more chapters after this one), but not until the evening. Also, thank you to all you who read and subscribe and review! It makes it easier for me to write when I get reviews on my chapters. Anyway, enjoy!


I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I stood crying at the door to my cell in complete shock.

My Doctor. The love of my life.

The only one to show kindness and love for me no matter the situation had just shown up, revoked all the kindness he'd ever shown, swore he didn't love me anymore and then left in a huff.

My heart didn't want to believe it but my mind replayed the evidence over and over.

I sat on my bed and reached under my pillow.

The second he came out of the TARDIS with that horrible angry, hateful look in his eyes I knew I should probably save this conversation for after he had calmed down.

Now I questioned whether he would have stayed if I hadtold him. But now he was gone.

Forever.

I let the tears run freely down my face as I held the pregnancy test in my hands.

How could I do this alone?

Then I realized I had to turn to my parents.

They would take care of me but I knew I couldn't tell them about the Doctor leaving me. They would go completely mental if they found out and I held a hope in my heard that he would come back soon, that it would all be some silly thing he had overreacted about.

I hoped.

But now was no time to feel bad for myself. I couldn't be selfish. I had something absolutely precious to take care of and love and protect. I had to figure out a plan.

Get out of Stormcage and get to my parents before anyone found out I was carrying the child of the Doctor.

My parents would ask questions. I'd have to satisfy their curiosity somehow. Spoilers, I suppose.

I heard voices coming toward my cell and quickly hid the test under my pillow again, wiping the tears from my eyes quickly and leaning back against the wall trying to look bored.

"Doctor Song."

I sighed and looked up, feigning annoyance.

"I have orders for you." the man in the uniform said, slightly intimidated by my gaze.

"Oh do you?" I said.

"You are to come with me. Father Octavian wants a word with you."

I rolled my eyes and stood.

"Fine. But if this turns into another mission for the clerics, he's got another thing coming to him."

The young man didn't comment. He just reached through the bars and handcuffed me before opening the cell and leading me down the hall.

When we arrived, Father Octavian was seated behind a desk.

"Ah, Doctor Song. A pleasure, as always."

I scoffed and took a seat across from him.

He excused the guard and got strait to the point.

"You're coming with me and my men on a mission. You're going to assist us in..."

"Am I?" I interrupted. "Says who? What are you going to do? Throw me in prison? Oops. Already done that."

He glared at me.

"You will come. You don't have a say in it."

"Don't I? We'll see about that."

I crossed my legs and began examining my fingernails.

I could feel his panic rise as he realized how serious I was about not helping him. Obviously he really did need my help. Maybe this mission wasn't drastically endangering to my child. At least not as dangerous as staying in this prison and letting the entire facility of the universe's worst criminals find out about it. Perhaps I could use this...

I looked up at him. He was still trying to think of something to say. I laughed.

"I'm not saying I'll come, but out of curiosity, what is this mission and why would you need me to...what was it? Ah, yes, assist you."

He gathered all his remaining dignity and stated.

"We require your knowledge for this mission. You're the expert."

"So I guess you need me?"

"Yes." he admitted, grudgingly.

I leaned forward.

"So then we can make a little deal. If I help you with this mission, I get a pardon."

He looked shocked. I wasn't sure if it would work but it was worth a try. It was my only chance. Besides, if he needed my as badly as it sounded like he did, he'd take the deal.

For several minutes he thought about it, pacing the floor, pausing every now and then to look at me. I remained calm and passive, not wanting him to suspect anything.

Finally, he sat in his chair and leaned forward.

"If you help us with this mission and do everything I say, you'll get your pardon." he said the last bit like he was going to be sick.

I smiled sweetly.

"Good. When do we start?"

"In a few weeks time. We're preparing the troops now."

"Troops? What is this mission?"

"Doctor Song, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?"