A/N: So I've been getting prompts for this story over on my writing tumblr, and I just realized that I have the original posted over here, so it'd probably be a nice idea to add to it. There had been no intention of continuing this story back when I originally wrote it, and I likely wrote a couple review replies saying as such, but as more information came, I was able to write more. Therefore I shall update the story summary on the mainpage to reflect the changes to the story and keep this one going.

That being said, this one is a longer chapter and is just really weird, because reasons.

Two

Jim and Aly Oswald-Smith always had a feeling they weren't like other children.

For one, they weren't exactly human, nor were they Gallifreyan. They had asked their dad about that one day after the learning docks taught them about the two species and how they developed independently of one another. Dad put the gadget he was tinkering with on his workbench and sat them down, telling them that they were rare, beautiful beings without a name. They were too rare for something so simple as a name, he said, explaining that they could be whatever they wanted. Hearing that felt good, of course, since Dad was always kinda-good at explaining things, but after a while they looked at one another and wondered if there really was a name, and that he was just being protective again.

Their dad, the twins knew, was another reason why they weren't like other children. Some dads were old, some stayed at home, and some took care of the kids, but their dad was an ancient, ageless being, and they lived in a spaceship—a time-and-space-ship—and he took care of them while their mum worked all week. She was a teacher on her home planet (like the human version of a learning dock, it was explained), and when it was time for the work week to end she came on the TARDIS, who was also their aunt on grounds of being highly sentient to the point of sassing their dad constantly, she had to restrain herself from staying on the ship longer than two or three days. It pained her, and they could tell.

Sometimes it bothered them, not having a home planet and having a dad that didn't age when their mum did and living inside their aunt, but other times it was really actually rather fun…

…like, for example, whenever Dad put Auntie Idris into park.

They were fourteen this particular time. Their mum was there, and she and Dad were going to go off on something they liked to refer to as "Date Night". Of course this meant that their father had to change out of his pajamas and into something a bit more presentable, but that was his problem, not theirs.

"We'll be back in a couple hours, alright?" Mum said gently, pulling each of their faces down for a kiss. It was only within the past couple years did they realize how small she really was, with Aly definitely shooting towards the tall end for a girl and Jim, while not especially short, wasn't that much taller than his sister.

"Now don't get into any trouble, you hear?" Dad warned. He was already ruffled from Auntie Idris hiding the pomade on him several times, which nearly made him pitch a fit while getting ready earlier. Now with his sharp suit and slicked-down hair, he looked the perfect part next to his wife's long, starched skirt and vibrant red blouse.

"Us? Never," Aly snorted. "Give us a bit of credit, Dad."

"That's what I'm doing," he smirked, touching his finger to his nose. "Now we'll see you when we get back, yeah?"

"Okay," the twins replied in chorus. As soon as Mum had her clutch in one hand and her other around Dad's arm, they were off, leaving the kids to their own devices.

"So… what do you want to do?" Jim asked.

"I want to go dancing, like Mum and Dad," Aly replied. "Wouldn't that be a lot of fun?"

"Fun? Maybe. Dangerous? Definitely." The young man sat down in his father's wingback chair with the novel his mother had given him just a few weeks ago. "Dad'll know if we follow them; he's probably expecting it."

"Then let's do what he's least expecting," his sister grinned. He looked over the book to see her standing by the flight console, hand suspiciously close to the takeoff mechanism.

"Aly… no… we don't learn how to fly Auntie Idris until we're sixteen!"

"According to Dad, yeah, but not according to Auntie Idris herself." She pulled the lever and the TARDIS whipped into the time vortex, rumbling all the while. By the time Aly was able to shift gears to park, all the books that had been stacked meticulously around the console room were knocked from their piles and shelves and onto the ground.

"Where did you take us?" Jim called from the lower floor, having been flung there mid-flight. "Nowhere too-perilous, I hope."

"Nah, just back about thirty years," Aly smirked, skipping off towards her room to change. "Tougher to have a decent time when everyone's breathing down everyone else's neck, don't'cha think?"

"Aly, we're going to get caught…"

"By whom? Mum and Dad? They're in the future!"

"By the human authorities or something!" he reasoned. "What if we're at the wrong place at the wrong time? What if they want to speak to our parents? What if something bad happens?"

"Then it's all the more fun!"

Half an hour of whining, protesting, and idle threats to phone their parents passed and Jim found himself sporting slacks, braces, and a flat cap as brown as his shirt while his sister hung off his arm in some odd knee-length sailor-skirt getup she magically dug out of her wardrobe. They were walking along a city street—he was damned if he knew which city—as twilight began to creep into the sky.

"Isn't this weird, us going dancing when we're siblings?" he asked, attempting to keep a straight face as they attempted to blend in with the locals.

"Nah," she said. "Remember: our auntie didn't want me going by myself, right?"

"Our auntie is going to get us in a load of trouble one of these days," the boy frowned. He kept walking along until a sharp tug brought him into a dance hall, where it was Youth Night. Aly's eyes lit up as she saw all the other young teens dancing their cares away. She quickly left his side and found herself a dance partner, abandoning her brother to figure out his own entertainment for the night. He gravitated towards the wall, where there seemed to be plenty of other irritated brotherly-escorts clinging to the painted cinderblock haven.

After keeping time to the music with toe-tapping for a few songs, Jim decided he was thirsty enough to wander towards the table where snacks and drinks had been laid out. He thanked the matronly-looking lady serving the lemonade and went back to his nook in the wall. One sip and he spit out the lemonade, coughing as he did so.

"You alright, Mack?" one of the other boys asked.

"Oh, yeah, no problem; just went down the wrong pipe," Jim lied. He waited until the other teen wasn't looking and took a scanner from his pocket. After a quick check of the drink, he found that the sugary liquid was positively infested with nanobots.

Nanobots when the wireless was just starting to become common? Definitely something was going on.

Quickly Jim dumped his drink in a trash bin and made his way out on the dance floor, cutting in on his sister's dancing. She did not stop, however, forcing him to jump and jive away.

"Aly, we got to get out of here, and fast," he tried explaining over the band. "There's something wrong here."

"What's wrong is I'm dancing with my brother despite the fact that was a perfectly cute guy I was with just moments ago," she frowned.

"No, something worse than that!"

"How can it get any worse?"

Jim leaned in and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Nanobots-in-the-lemonade-worse."

Aly's eyes went wide as Mum's and she stopped dancing, fanning herself dramatically. "I think I need to sit down, how about you?"

"That sounds like a plan," he agreed. They found one of the tables that had been set up off to the side and sat with their backs to the wall, scanning the room for irregularities. Everything looked fairly normal and time-period appropriate, except…

"Hey, Al, that man standing over by the door the wall opposite us," Jim muttered, keeping his lips as still as possible. "Who does he remind you of, if you take away the suit?"

A split second later and Aly groaned into her hands. "That's Sabalom, isn't it?"

"What is that interstellar conman doing here? Does Miss Melanie know he has a vortex manipulator?"

"That's what I intend to find out." Aly grumbled. She stood up and crossed the dance hall, marching straight up to Sabalom Glitz and jamming her pointer finger in his shoulder despite her brother's best protests. "And what exactly do we have to thank for allowing us to run into you?"

Glitz blinked in confusion before cursing under his breath. "I never seem to be very far from one of you TARDIS-junkies, now am I?"

"And you seem to become more and more daft each time we run into you," Aly snarked, placing her hands on her hips. "Are you the one who laced the lemonade with nanobots?"

"Laced the lemonade? Now why would I do a thing like that?" Glitz asked in genuine confusion. Jim groaned, smacking his forehead.

"Aly, think—that would be something sneaky of him. We're talking Sabalom here."

"Oh, yeah, that's right," she mused. "Then why are you here?"

"The Nosferatu III needs a new warp drive, so I'm picking up a couple odd jobs to pay for it," Glitz shrugged, trying not to show how offended he was. "Nothing illegal, if that's what you're thinking."

"You grey-haired old hoser, there's nothing legitimate about you except your love of your ship," Aly said, narrowing her eyes. "What's the job?"

"Just some stinking bodyguard detail; nothing big."

"Guarding who, exactly?"

"Keep your questions to yourself, Little Miss—to say would be a breach of contract!" The twins stared at him with a deadpan expression, causing him to break instantly. "Okay, it's that man playing the trumpet over there, but I don't know why he wanted to come here and play; I mean… it seems a bit creepy to me having all these kids around."

"Yes, why nanobots in the lemonade at a youth dance?" Jim pondered. His eyes flicked around, from the unassuming man playing the trumpet, to the rest of the band, to the teens dancing, and frowned. Dancing would make the teens work up a sweat, so they'd drink the lemonade, but why drink the lemonade? What were the nanobots' function?

Suddenly, the trumpeter hit an off-note and about two-thirds of the hall stopped dancing, bringing the festivities to a grinding halt. The effected teens stood still and at attention, eyes glazed over and completely unresponsive despite their friends' attempts to get a response from them. Even the band stopped playing, freezing in place.

"Oooh my, looks like I've got a decent turning this time around," the trumpeter chuckled. "Glitz! Lock the doors!"

"…but what are you…?"

"I don't pay you to ask questions, now do I?" he retorted. "Just do it." He snapped his fingers and the band members began moving again, putting down their instruments and stepping down to the dance floor. Their actions were jerky and static this time, moving off-script from their programming.

"Autons," Jim murmured, checking his scanner. "Aly, we got to get out of here and fast."

"Yeah, just after we take care of something," she replied. She reached under the hem of her skirt and pulled out a phaser pistol that had been strapped to her leg. "Glitz, go lock the doors."

"I'm not going to get bloody paid for this, am I?" the man whined. He turned around and pretended to lock the door while Aly took Jim and put the gun in his hand, hissing directions into his ear.

The trumpeter watched as the young teens in the crowd panicked, trying to wake their non-responsive friends while simultaneously avoiding their plastic assailants as they circled around them. He grinned to himself—another cargo was nearly ready.

"S-stop right th-there!" Jim demanded. The trumpeter glanced sideways and saw the teen standing on the stage, the phaser pistol in his shaky grip. "You're under ar-r-rrest!"

"Don't fool yourself, kid," the trumpeter scoffed. "What's that, a Papal Mainframe standard issue? I don't know how you got it, but there's no way you can pull the trigger."

"I c-can and I will," the teen gulped. He tightened his grip, the pistol beginning to slip in his sweaty palms. "G-go on. D-dare me."

"What's the Earth phrase? Double-dog dare?" the trumpeter laughed. He began to slowly walk closer to Jim, who was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with each step he took. "Glitz! Do your job! Take this kid out!"

"Not so fast!" Aly shouted. The trumpeter looked up into the rafters, where the young woman was standing by one of the spotlights, which was dark and unused. "Let them go or I'll melt your troops."

"That spotlight's hot, but not hot enough to melt an Auton," he replied, rolling his eyes. "You kids are out of your league."

"Are we?" Aly asked. She took the necklace out from underneath her shirt and hit a button on the charm—it began glowing green and whirring. The spotlights all turned on, more powerful than they should have been able to be, all focused on the Autons. They did begin to melt, making their captives scream and their master panic.

"Glitz! Where are you?!" he screamed. He looked frantically across the room, finding his bodyguard fiddling with a handheld device.

"Ah! There's the frequency!" Glitz said. He hit a button and suddenly the teens that had been under control of the nanobots were released. "Gonna have a bit of a headache for a while, kids! Nothing to it!"

"Glitz! We had a contra—" The trumpeter was cut off by Aly using a technician's rope to rappel down and kick him in the face, knocking him out cold. Jim gawked at his sister, eyes wide as could be, completely flabbergasted by what just happened.

"You're not allowed to choose what we go do ever again," he said firmly, bringing the phaser pistol down to his side. Aly took the weapon and replaced it in her hidden holster.

"Let's just get back to Auntie Idris and we can pretend none of it ever happened," she replied with a smirk. They were just about to hop off the stage when the doors to the hall flew open, with local law enforcement swarming in.

This was not one of her better ideas after all.

It had been a lovely night, with dinner and dancing and a good snog on a moonlit beach, but all things had to end and the Doctor and Clara made their way back to the TARDIS. They went inside and found their kids sitting in the library, already in their pajamas and quietly reading to themselves.

"So, did you have a good time while we were gone?" Clara asked. "You weren't bored without us, were you?"

"It was fine, Mum," Aly said, calmly so as to not betray the night's events. "Question is, did you have fun?"

"We did; now off to bed," the Doctor said. He shoed the children into the corridor and followed them until they both entered their respective rooms. Glancing down at Clara, he raised his eyebrow. "That was too easy."

"Should we go check the TARDIS travel logs or wait until they tell us?" she wondered, exhaling heavily.

"Let's wait a week, then check the logs," he replied with a grin. "They'll come around."