Author's Note: Hello readers! Sorry about the long wait. It's been a busy summer and school as started. I've sat on this long enough. Enjoy and review!

Molly had climbed over the ledge and jumped down the short distance to the little beach Cardiff had. She sat down on the shoreline, with her toes in the water, hoping to soak up some of the stillness. As she looked out onto the horizon, she lost track of any sense of time. She had no idea that she sat out there for hours, while the Torchwood team, with the assistance of the Doctor, shut the hole in the Rift. She didn't see the Doctor walk up behind her, until he sat down next to her.

"It's nice up here," the Doctor nodded. "Very calm."

"The water always calms me, even when everything else around me goes to hell," replied Molly. She turned to look at the Doctor, really look at him. "Did they send you to come and collect me?"

He had dealt with rebellious children before (some of them: his own), but Molly didn't strike him as the average rebellious teenager. She didn't just want to break every rule; she wanted to escape them.

So, he answered her honestly. "No, but they were worried. I came here to admire the view. It is quite nice. Not incredible, mind you. But nice."

Molly looked at him again, agitated but interested.

"Do you ever lose your ego? Not all of us have seen and done what you have."

"Well, sometimes. One time, I was on Miaflompous; it's a tropical planet full of various floras. So, I 'stopped and smelled the roses' so to speak, and got slapped by one of the sentient flowers for umm-" said the Doctor.

Molly giggled at the thought. Her father was an awkward man when it came to things of an adult nature. It always made her and her mother laugh at his blushing face whenever he tried to talk about boys with his daughter.

"I get it," she said with a smile. "You were a perv to a flower. To each, his own."

He turned to her. "That's not what happened. I didn't realize that – "

"I'll save you the embarrassment. You don't have to keep telling me this story, though I didn't know you had that side to you, Doctor."

It was then he started blushing and getting tongue-tied, much like Molly's father. It made her start to miss him even more, and she turned away to look again at the calm ocean water.

"Molly, I need to know that you are alright. I know that this is rough, but I'm here. We're here."

She sighed. Was she all right? She had no idea. Considering that she was sent over from a parallel universe by her parents to escape impending doom, met up with some of her parents friends, add in that the perfect copy of her father walked through the door and she kept her parentage a secret from him, Molly thought she was doing ok.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "It's all been so sudden. One minute, I'm sleeping at home, the next I'm here. I just can't seem to wrap my head around it."

Molly forgot that she wasn't dressed as if she were sleeping, but as if she had prepared for a trip, but the Doctor stored that thought in his head for later. It wasn't time to interrogate the poor girl.

"I know that it's hard. Waking up in a strange place with no recollection of how you got there is something you can never get accustomed to."

"Unless you are a fan of liquid assistance…" she countered.

"Well, that is a completely different conversation. One, which I'm not the most comfortable giving you. Hopefully your parents have done that with you already."

With a mention of her parents, Molly looked out to the water once again. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. Did this man qualify as her father? In every way, he was essentially the same. What was the difference?

AN: Hopefully it wasn't too bad. Just let me know what you think by pressing the wonderful review button. So excited that season 6 is back up on TV! ~ jedigirl627