Staring out of her summer, non-TARDIS home, Taron had been reminded of her father as she heard the "vworp, vworp" that was only recognizable as her father's TARDIS to those who had heard it before. To most species in the universe, it was the sound of a million debts that were coming back to be paid for.

Jauntily, Taron's father stepped out of his TARDIS, closed the door, patted it, and rushed forward to give Taron, who was now running toward him, a welcoming hug.

"Ello, Dad!" Taron shouted, throwing her arms around him. As his daughter, Taron never got to call her dad what he called himself, The Doctor, but she did get to be honest that no matter what regeneration he was in, he always had excellent hair. Particularly, in this one, it was spiked up and complimented his suit, tie, converse, and trench coat perfectly. "Still looking good, as usual," she said, grinning and laughing.

"Well," The Doctor shrugged, "not as good as my daughter, who sill looks better." He ruffled Taron's short cropped ginger hair. "Why is it that you got the ginger hair after your first regeneration? It's not fair, Taron. Are you getting ready for school yet?"

Taron laughed. Not only was her dad into his tenth regeneration cycle, but he had been wanting to be ginger for his entire life. All 900 years of it. She also laughed because it was mid-June, and Hogwarts started session in September. "Despite how much I love that school, dad, no. I'm trying to decide on a good vacationing spot for a bit of the summer so I can relax." She put her arm in his and they walked from her building to a cafe just down the street.

The Doctor grinned back. "I know here are plenty of good places on Earth, if you're trying to stay close to home. But, there are some planets... you know, if you feel like being a little bit more adventurous than last year."

By now, father and daughter were sitting in the cafe across from each other; Taron sipping tea and The Doctor swallowing from an over-sized cappuccino cup. "See, dad, that's actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about." He glanced across to her over the rim of his coffee cup.

"This bloke, he's a great bloke, that I met at Hogwarts, well, he's a great wizard, and trustworthy, and I wanted to, well... take him on Graceling." Taron muttered in one great breath.

The Doctor almost did a spit-take; Graceling was the name of Taron's TARDIS. "Now, Taron, I know that, being in the magic world of wizardry and such, things are quite a bit more believable, but if you show a wizard the kind of technology from Gallifrey... Well, what will his reaction be? Aren't they still stuck with cauldrons and owls and cloaks and wands? Taron, we have sonic screwdrivers, and TARDISes, and..."

"Dad," Taron grabbed his hand to shut him up, and looked into his ancient eyes, "what did you do for mum?"

The ancient, wise eyes of the Doctor became soft, and reminiscent, as he remembered his lover's face, her eyes, her personality, all the things that, though she regenerated once already, Taron had perfectly.

Taron asked him again. "You weren't even a wizard. You didn't even meet her at Hogwarts. What did you do for her? Lie to her? I know that was not the case."

"I loved your mother very much, Taron," The Doctor began, "you know that. But when I met her, I didn't tell her what I was for a while, I didn't even introduce her to my TARDIS. She thought I was an average man, until I finally had to show her what I was, who I was..."

"...And she fell in love with you in a heartbeat." Taron finished his sentence. "Didn't she?"

Blushing, the Doctor nodded. "I loved her very much. That's why we had you. But of course..."

"She died, didn't she? I am over fifty Earth years old now, right? It would only make sense..." Taron finished his sentence again. It was always exceedingly humbling to have to mention how old she was on Earth, although she was like a teenager to any Time Lords or Ladies still out there.

"Yes, she passed not too long ago." The Doctor looked quite humbled himself as he mentioned that. "But you're still alive, and that's what matters. Is that one kid, that famous kid... does he still go to Hogwarts?"

"You mean Harry Potter? No. He went to Hogwarts forever ago. His kids though, they still go there. There's James, and Lilly, and Albus. Of course, they're all so much younger than I am... But his friend, Ron Weasley, his son, Hugo, he's there too..."

"That Hugo," The Doctor responded, "he's the one you're in love with?"

Taron blushed. "Is it that obvious? Of course, we couldn't be a good match. I'm ginger, short-cropped, and he's ginger, short cropped, but I guess that could change quite easily."

Paying the bill, The Doctor looked slightly confused. "That easily? Doesn't it take you quite a while to grow out your hair?" He got up and started to walk out of the cafe, Taron following closely behind. Once they reached Taron's building, she paused and walked over to a sleek-looking Mercedes Benz and crawled into the driver's seat, suddenly disappearing as if being swallowed. Grinning, The Doctor followed.

The grand interior of the small-looking sports car would have thrown anyone but Taron and her father off. It was a sleek, beautifully shaped type of a multiple-sided polygon, with classy Greek pillars supporting the massive interior, a lovely hue of sea green, sky blue, and lime green, around a beautiful, almost glassy looking console.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair. "It has indeed been a while since I've been inside little Graceling here, hasn't it?"

Taron had to laugh. "I guess it has. I've updated the walls-I was getting a bit sick of lavender, so I went with more earthy colors. The brown along the trim gives it more of a natural look, don't you think?" The Doctor nodded.

"She's certainly got more of a posh side to her than my girl's got, I can tell you that. Her Chameleon Circuit still working?" He asked. The Chameleon Circuit (the part of a TARDIS that allows it to change shape) of his had malfunctioned in 1963, and it had been stuck like a big blue Police Call Box ever since.

"Yeah, it is, but I still haven't decided what to give her. I like the Benz, but I don't think it's me. I would make it a telephone booth, but it's much too common, unless I can lock it and paint it green. It seems to be a trend for me lately-green. Such a great color!"
"Yes, yes. Green. A spectacular color. But you mentioned how easy it was for your hair."

"Oh, yeah. Watch this!" Taron grinned as she pulled out her wand, a simple, 10-inch mahogany with a single strand of unicorn tail hair as the center, and spun it around her head. Just like magic, it looked like her hair was coming out of her skull, but more followed behind it, and as it lengthened, it became a beautiful, wavy, coppery brown. Just like her mother's.

The Doctor sighed. "Oh, you look so much like your mother. Her hair..."

"It looked exactly like this, didn't it?" Taron asked. "I like it better like this. Not very many of my friends last year were quite fond of the short ginger look. Now that I'm a sixth year, it means Hugo's a fifth year. It is, oh what year is it?" She ran over to the console of Graceling and punched a few buttons. "Ah. 2022. That makes sense. It feels like it's a bit later than that, eh?"

"You're starting to sound like me," The Doctor laughed. "I forgot how much like me you look in the eyes. Your glasses tend to do that when they're shaped like mine.

Taron danced over to a mirror on one of the walls of Graceling and adjusted her square, slim tortoiseshell glasses that arched just slightly over her nose. "I like this hairstyle with these glasses. It works much better." She spun around and marched to the console, spread her hands out, and looked directly at her dad.

"I just had the most brilliant idea. I have a new idea for Graceling's Chameleon Circuit."

"Oh?" The Doctor gazed back, proud of his daughter.

"Yes!" Taron slammed down a lever and quickly punched in a few letters while she smiled wildly. "Observe!" and she dashed out of the door they came in, her dad following close behind. Without attracting any attention from the busy Londoners around them, Graceling went from her sleek, black Mercedes Benz form to a classy, green vintage 1960s Volkswagon Beetle.

The Doctor clapped his hands together. "Brilliant! Oh, I knew you were a good seed from the moment your mother gave birth to you. I know now that I am most certainly not disappointed."