Okay, I got too excited to wait until Monday to post this chapter. I hope you guys like it.

All disclaimers apply.

As dinner time approached, I was getting more and more excited, as all young children do. I had never had a grandfather before and was excited to have one, even if I wasn't really related to him. I had read about them in a few of the books I had read. They were usually kind, funny old men who were loving and had great stories about their past. I wondered if mine would be like that or something completely different. I kept trying to get information out of Anthony.

"Spoilers," he told with a smile.

After a while, I did get tired of that answer. "Why do you keep saying that?"

Anthony couldn't help but allow the grin to grow. "It's what my parents would say when I was impatient to find something out. It would spoil the future."

"So you're going to use it on me?" I scoffed. I was not a big fan of surprises, so it was a rather annoying one. One that I would probably use on my own kids if I ever had them… Or husband.

"Pretty much."

I spent the rest of the time running around the apartment and reading a book that Anthony handed me. Until finally there was a knock on the front door.

"Show time, Melody," Anthony told me.

I was out of the chair I was sitting in and running to the door before he could stop me. I swung open the door to find a man about average height with graying hair. He had a thin frame and rather large nose. I thought I might have seen him from somewhere before, but I could not quiet place where. He was looking towards the ceiling until I opened the door and then he saw me. His eyes got really wide. "Hello," he said a little hesitantly.

"Hi!"

"Uh, who are you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Dad," Anthony interrupted with a hug. His father returned it but his eyes never left me.

"Anthony, you didn't tell me you were babysitting. I could have waited."

"I'm not babysitting. Dad, this is Melody. I'm in the process of adopting her."

If I thought the big nosed man's eyes were big before, they became huge as he looked at me again. "You're name is Melody?"

I nodded. "Melody Pond."

Again his eyes widened. I was afraid they were going to pop out of his head, the thought of which made me giggle.

"You're name is Melody Pond?" he repeated slowly.

I nodded. "What's yours?"

"Um…" he hesitated. I figured he was trying to figure out what to tell me. So I continued on.

"Are you going to be my grandfather?" I asked.

Rory hesitated on an answer again, but Anthony didn't, "Hopefully."

"Yeah, hopefully," Rory repeated, a little less sure. "How old are you, Melody?"

"Seven. How old are you?"

"We think she looks so young because she suffered from malnutrition for so long," Anthony supplied. The older man didn't seem to believe him and gave me a look that clearly indicated he knew something.

"Right… Does your mum know about this yet?" my grandfather asked.

"No, I haven't told Mom yet. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need your permission," Anthony added a little disdainfully.

"Anthony, you really should have talked to us before-"

"Dad!" Anthony snapped. We both were thinking the same thing. He and probably his wife didn't want an orphaned little girl in their life. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I had thought I had found a family, but it seems only one person in wanted me in it.

My grandfather looked at his son then at me, and realized what he had done. He was immediately on one knee beside me. "No, Melody, I didn't mean it like that, I swear! We want you in our lives. We always have and always will."

"You don't seem happy," I pointed out.

"I'm just shocked. Nothing like this has happened to me in years… decades, even."

"Since me?" Anthony asked smugly.

"No, before you," he answered. Anthony's smug expression slipped a little and I couldn't help but giggle, though I was still crying.

Anthony turned to me and asked, "You think it's funny?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Are we okay, Mels?" my grandfather asked me.

I almost answered yes immediately, but thought a little better of it. "Only if you'll be my grandfather."

He gave a slight smile, "How about I'm Rory for now? It will change eventually."

"Okay!"

"Good," Rory said with a smile giving me a hug. He then turned his attention to Anthony. "I am going to call your mum and tell her to come over."

"She has that business dinner with an old friend."

"Her friend will understand," Rory cut him off.

Rory went over to the phone and called the restaurant. "Hi, my wife is there and I really need to speak with her… Amelia Williams… Yes, I can wait… Amy, hi…I know, tell her I say hi… Amy, it's important… Well, yes and no… Anthony is adopting… No, I'm bothering you for no reason. I wouldn't make this up… I thought he would talk to us about it first, too, but he didn't… Well, yeah. I'm with them right now… She knows what's going on!... The girl Anthony is adopting is named Melody Pond… I know… I figured you would. Okay, see you in a bit… Love you, too… You're mum will be over after dinner," Rory told us.

"How'd she react?"

"She's excited. She can't wait to see you, Mels."

I couldn't help but smile. "I can't wait to meet her, too."

"Well, Dad," Anthony said, "how about we start fixing dinner?"

Rory immediately turned to me, "Do you like tuna?"

"I don't know; but I'll try anything."

"That's a good girl," Anthony encouraged from behind his father.

"Good; it's an old recipe. It's from way back when the Roman Empire ruled Europe; do you know anything about then?"

I shook my head. "No. Should I?"

"I guess not; but how about I tell you some stories about them after dinner?" he suggested. Yes, my grandfather was going to tell me stories of his past. And after dinner he did; though I was disappointed, because at the time I thought they were just normal stories about the ancient Romans, and had nothing to do with our family. I wouldn't know different for decades. Anthony sat there and listened to his father tell me his stories about the Romans.

"…And that's how the Romans invaded Great Britain," Rory finished.

"Wow, that's really awesome!" I said excitedly. This history was so interesting. I imagined what it would be like to actually be there and how the soldiers would react to a female commander, because I would be just that.

"Tell her about the Pandorica, Dad. I bet she'd love that one."

"No, I think that's all the stories for tonight. And no stealing your mum and my stories, Anthony. I want to tell her mine, and Amy will probably want to tell Mels hers."

"Oh, Dad, come on; they're great stories though. Like the alien and Vincent van Gogh or the pirate story?"

"You know how much your mum loves telling those stories," Rory tried. "Why not tell her your stories?"

Their argument was interrupted by a knock at the door before the handle turned. All three of our heads turned to see was entering. In the doorway stood an older woman about Rory's age with faded red hair and bright blue eyes. It only took me a moment to place the woman. It had only been six months since I'd seen her, but it seemed like decades had passed for her. My mother stood in front of me; older but still alive in front of me.

I suddenly placed where I had seen Rory too. He was the other man in the warehouse that day with the Doctor and smart lady. He had been worried about Amy, my mother. Everything in my head seemed to be working a super speed as pieced everything together. The Silence had not killed my mother; she was married to a man, most likely my father. But they were living time out of order; probably by the Doctor's doing.

"Oh my God," my mother said from the doorway. "It's true. You're Melody Pond?"

I nodded, trying to hold tears back. She was alive; after six months of believing her dead, she was okay. "I am."

She was on the ground clutching me before I could say anything else. I held her tightly back, happy that this time she knew who I was. She looked as though she was about to cry but every time I asked her if she was okay, she would say she was better than she had been in a long time.

"Amy," Rory said eventually, "it's alright."

"I know it's alright, stupid-face," she told him with a smile as she let go of me. "I'm just so happy." She turned to Anthony. "Why didn't you tell me you were thinking about adopting a little girl?"

Anthony shrugged, and I realized for the first time that he was my brother. "It just sort of happened, Mom. One day I was checking on a sick girl, the next it felt like she was part of the family."

"She will be, now and forever," Amy answered before turning to me again, "I'm so happy to see you, Melody."

I was still grinning when I answered, "I'm happy to see you too."

It was then I understood that I did not just have a home, but a family as well.

"It all worked out in the end, didn't it. You got to raise me after all."- Mels (Let's Kill Hitler)