I have just recently updated this, so I'm sorry if you were waiting for another chapter and didn't get it, hopefully the next instalment will be up soon. Thanks to Lillian Moony Black for reviewing, I don't normally use a beta, so I won't take you up on that, thanks all the same, but any ideas you have are welcome. That last bit goes for anyone who reads this as well. Happy reading :)

By the way, I'm not entirely sure this is completely in character for the eleventh doctor, but I did my best.

The Doctor stared at the aliens before him. "I'm going to give you a choice, and I suggest you listen very carefully. I can find you a place to live, in harmony, you and your family."

"Or what?"

"You don't want to know." For the first time his façade breaks and they see the broken heart beneath his mask. "Just take it. Take it and go."

"Why should I?" The Doctor sighed.

"Because I would give anything to have had the choice that I'm giving you now. So don't waste this. Do you know how rare it is to be given a second chance? The universe doesn't normally give second chances, so take what I'm offering you and go. Before I change my mind."

"No." He heaved a great sigh.

"Very well. But remember, you chose this. This was your doing."

When it was over, he turned and walked away.

No one listened.

No one ever listened.

Sky frowned at the vortex manipulator she wore around her wrist. It seemed to be malfunctioning, and although she was quite able to use the sonic screwdriver, it didn't seem to fix it. It wasn't the first time that sky had wished her mother had left her better instructions for it's use, and she doubted it would be the last. Sighing, Sky headed into town. She was on a planet in the middle of no where, Darillium, she thought it was called, and she might as well get something to eat while she waited for the vortex manipulator to start working again.

There was some big party going on apparently, something about towers singing, but she didn't pay attention. Although she didn't know it, Sky was becoming more and more like her mother every day. She always wore the Alpha-Meagan (is that how you spell it?) blaster at her hip and she had a deep interest in the past, mainly because hers was shrouded in such mystery. She was fairly tall, with a slim frame and wavy brown hair that fell to her ears. Amy had once said, with a strange look in her eyes, that Sky was the spitting image of her mother, but she'd shown her a picture once and Sky didn't think so. She certainly didn't have her mother's curly golden hair. Hers was brown, and just wavy enough to get really tangled. According to Rory, she had her father's eyes, but as she'd never seen him, she couldn't be sure on that.

Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her, and she went to have a look at the party. A peek couldn't hurt surely? Once she was amongst the guests, she mingled quite easily. She was even beginning to enjoy herself when she made the mistake of looking at the dance floor. There in the middle, was a tall man with floppy brown hair and a bow tie wearing a suit with a top hat, and her mother. Sky stared, entranced. This must mean that this man was her father then, she had to find him! At the right point in his time line, obviously, otherwise it would be a mess.

Suddenly, there was this singing, from all around her and all the guests looked up and smiled or laughed. The towers were singing! Sky couldn't help but look at her parents, this was clearly why they'd come, but to her surprise, the man who she thought was her father was crying. Unable to get a closer look, Sky decided that it didn't matter why he was crying, he was probably just crying with happiness, she decided. So she put some more co-ordinates into the vortex manipulator and she was off. Her father was out there in the stars somewhere, and she was going to find him.

The Doctor walked back to his TARDIS, hands shoved in his pockets. No one ever listened. He was getting really fed up of no one listening. Especially with River and the Ponds gone. He'd thought about taking a new companion, but he was getting tired of them leaving, of the constant broken hearts. He opened the TARDIS doors with a key, he couldn't bear to snap his fingers any more, and walked inside. He'd redecorated, it seemed appropriate and the TARDIS hummed in welcome when he came in. "Come on, Old girl," he said, trying to summon some of his own enthusiasm. "Off we go to save the Universe. Where am I needed this time?"

In many parallel universes, this was the version of her father that Sky met, and the Doctor never met Clara Oswald and he never went to Victorian London to live on a cloud, but we don't live in another universe and we don't live in a fairy tale.

In this universe, Sky appeared from nowhere in the space where the TARDIS had been moments before. She looked around and then checked with the screwdriver, but she didn't really need the Time Lord technology to tell her what she already knew; there was no sign of anything remotely Gallifreyan in origin around here. Frowning, she put a few more co-ordinates in her vortex manipulator and blinked out. Her father was proving a very elusive man to track down.