A/N: This chapter I have been itching to write all month. Seriously. I love it, I just love it. Revealed in this Chapter- The Doctor's suspicions about Kat, who Max is, a bit about Nate (NATEY NATE NATE!) and... late nights, swimming, and eggnog. Because that's just the best title in the universe. Review… because… Matt Smith is epic and David Tennant makes you swoon! I've seen all of the new episodes and…. Well… ANYWAY (grumbles about Ten/Rose OTP).

Chapter 7: Late Nights, Swimming, and Eggnog.

In my daydream, it was Christmas.

I was sitting, all of my family near me, opening presents and laughing. Mom was making cookies; Dad was playing catch with the dogs, Nate, and Max. Tami and Dani were applying makeup. I was just watching. The Doctor was there as well. He was everywhere, in my thoughts, daydreams. We were too close for it to be any other way. The laughter and cookies made me feel warm. The family I had made me feel happy. He made me feel safe. Perfect.

I lazily looked up, seeing a face contorted by the water. I pushed off from the bottom of the pool, shooting myself 12 feet up to the surface. I gasped in some air, and clung to the side, my arms crossed over the edge.

"Hello," I said, shy. The Doctor was studying me, watching my movement. He smiled and knelt down next to the pool,

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked softly, handing me a cup of something warm. Eggnog, I thought, taking a deep sip. I sighed. Yes, yes I should. If time wasn't irrelevant here, it would be midnight.

"Shouldn't you?" I replied, smiling up at him. My decision to swim at midnight was a foolishly made one, and I regretted it when I saw him. He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck,

"I don't sleep," he told me, giving me an appraising look. I blushed. The idea of jumping into the water wearing a bikini underneath my shorts and a T shirt seemed stupid now. I cleared my throat of water,

"I couldn't sleep," I whispered to him. The Doctor nodded, understanding. We sat in silence for a few, awkward moments. I spoke again, "I couldn't help but think... you seemed upset today. Why?"

He shifted his weight, rolling his head to one side,

"Your mother... Kat, she was my companion."

I felt angry tears sting my face. Betrayed. She never mentioned him, never said anything about him. She lied. To me. He let his hand trail into the water. I touched it, hesitantly.

"Go on," I murmured, watching his hand, but not his face. He continued, his voice slow as if he was still debating whether or not to tell me,

"Kat, if your mother had you and your siblings after on the TARDIS she could have absorbed time energy and passed it to you, even if you were all born years and years after she left."

"So?"

"With enough TARDIS energy in you..." he trailed off. I looked up at him, my hand still on his,

"What? Doctor, what?" I asked, urgent. His brow was creased and his face was complex. He didn't trust me with what he was going to say. A feeling of malaise sank in my stomach. He cleared his throat,

"It doesn't matter," he said, reassuringly. I frowned, drawing slightly back into the water,

"Don't lie to me please," I whispered. He looked down to me, his gaze sharp. He took my hand in his,

"I would never lie to you," he said, his tone fierce. I bit my lip. The credulity of his words were... confusing. He tried to lighten the mood. Smiling, he shrugged of his coats until only his white shirt remained, and jumped in. I squealed as the splash hit me, batting at the water. He resurfaced, his face radiant and gleeful,

"What, you're allowed to swim but I'm not? Now that's hardly fair," he chastised playfully. I pushed water towards him, going underneath and escaping before he could splash me back. We came up, laughing loudly. Then the phone rang. The Doctor gave me a severe look and rolled his eyes,

"What is it with you and that phone?" he murmured as I slipped out of the water and got my phone. I flipped it open and hit the accept button,

"Hello?" I said. The Doctor kicked water at me, mainly trying to kill the phone. I glared at him and pushed him back into the water.

"Kat?" came my mother's voice. I sighed in relief,

"Hey Mum," I responded, trying to sound cheery. A towel flew past my face. I muffled a chuckle.

"Kat, what on earth are you doing?" asked my mother, obviously curious about the laughter and splashes.

"What? Oh, we're just swimming," I said, ringing out my hair. I could almost see my mother's raised eyebrows.

"We?"

"Yeah, the Doctor and I."

"You have a swimming pool?"

I swore silently in my mind. There goes the cover story.

"Yep," I said with false optimism.

"Swimming."

The Doctor leaned over my shoulder, obviously straining to hear. I pushed him back.

"Uh-huh" I said, running my fingers through my hair in a vain attempt to dry it out.

"At midnight?" my mother said, though it was more of a statement then a question. I sighed inwardly,

"Yessir."

"I didn't know the TARDIS had a pool," my mother mused.

"Yeah, well he-" I stopped, abruptly, almost dropping my phone. I raised my voice considerably, "How do you know about the TARDIS?" I demanded, my voice strained with anger. She did know. She never told us, never told anyone, she did know. I could hear the blood rush through my skin. The Doctor's head snapped up and he jumped down the stairs, to where I was.

"Tegan," he said, grabbing the phone from me, "Why did you call," his voice was cold, angry like I was. I could still hear what she was saying, but I didn't care. She lied, she lied, she lied, the mantra went through my head.

"...my husband... all on the roof... big rock... Dani... Tami... help...Harriet... prime minister... gone... dead?" was all I heard of my mother's voice. I was paralyzed with anger, I couldn't control it. The phone snapped shut after he reassured my mother that it was going to be 'fine'. I sat, numb, letting water run of me. He stood behind me, watching me. I didn't move. His hand gently laced into mine. I let my hand be pulled up, turning to him. He looked solemn,

"One third of the earth's population is about to jump off of buildings," he said bleakly. He flashed me an unexpected grin, "I suppose we ought to go!" he exclaimed, pulling me up and dashing away. I followed, my good mood blossoming. How is it that some people just make you feel so blissful? We ran into the control room. He flipped switches and hit buttons and I danced about. I turned around, to face the doors,

"A positive? Everyone in my family is A positive, 'cept me and Mum," I told him, "Oh... that makes sense! Doesn't it?" No answer came. I laughed, "You're awfully quiet today. You're never quiet. You al-" I glanced in his direction, backing up a few steps, "Oh."

The Doctor was on the ground. Not in his normal- hey-I'm-doing-repairs-don't-bother-me-just-admire-me way, but in a crap-I'm- unconscious-and- no-one-is-flying-this-thing way. I yelped, running to him. I rolled his head from it's face down position to look at me. His eyes were closed and blood was on the back of my hands. Hurt. He was hurt. But he never got hurt. The TARDIS was landing, but I didn't care. Blood was dripping from his head. I did what any sensible nineteen year old with no medical training would do.

I panicked.

"WAKE UP! ARE YOU DEAD, PLEASE DONT BE DEAD, DOCTOR!" I cried out, clamoring for his pulse, "Come on, don't do this, please, wake up, what do I do?" I ripped the towel from my hair, pressing it gingerly against his skull. I bit my lip, blinking back tears as his body shuddered. Next to his hand was a large rock. Blood on it. How in the name of all things holy did a flipping rock get in here? "A medic," I felt for my phone, "The two hearts thing may be hard to explain, but... 9-9-9" I said the numbers aloud as I dialed them, all the while keeping myself placed against him, his head in my lap, "Hello?" I said, overjoyed as I got an answer from someone, "OH! THANK GOD! It's my friend, he was hit by... something. He's unconscious, he's bleeding a lot, too much," I felt hysterics overwhelm me; "Can you come? Please?"

The man asked me to calm down, and told me to find out where exactly I was.

"I can't leave him!" I cried, "He's hurt!" I looked down on him, his eyes so closed and unfluttering. Without his incessant chatter, the TARDIS was empty. Haunting.

"Ma'am," said the man on the other end, his voice stern, "We need you to find out where you are, otherwise he could be even more hurt. Please."

I put down the phone, removing his head from my lap and laying it on top of his coat. I feebly walked to the TARDIS doors, opened them...

And screamed.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! YEAH BABY! Review and favorite for a freaking out Kat! Gawd, it's so fun to write characters having spazz attacks. Finding a way to make an already regenerated Ten unable to help during the Christmas Invasion was tricky...

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