A/N~ I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry.
River Song's P.O.V.
Catherine and I were on Luna for a week or so before the Doctor showed up again. He didn't have my parents with him, though. Instead, there was a group of Slitheen chasing after him.
Luckily, they were stopped easily enough - although I did have to buy more vinegar for the campus's dinner ladies afterwards. Then we were free to just relax. The Doctor even attended a few of my classes, although he wasn't allowed to speak after the first one.
Life was…. normal. And considering who I had married, that in itself was abnormal.
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After another few days of just hanging around my house, the Doctor and I decided that it was time for Catherine to meet her grandparents.
Early that morning, I kissed my sweetie goodbye as he went to pick up Mummy and Daddy. We had agreed to meet up in Central Park, New York City.
I watched - wincing slightly as the Old Girl made that horrible noise - before turning around to go back inside. It was only then that I realized we had never decided on when we were going to meet.
"That makes things a bit more challenging…" I mused as I walked towards the door.
"Professor Song?" a voice called out.
"I'm sorry, but I am not looking over applications for digs at the moment…" I began, but trailed off when I saw who was speaking.
She was definitely not from around here - I would have noticed her sooner. Her skin was paler than Amy's, but her hair - which went about halfway down her back - was jet black in contrast. She wore a black sleeveless corset dress with unattached sleeves, which had a rather short skirt, but big black combat boots covered most of her legs.
"Um, Professor?" she asked, and I snapped out of it, and gave her a smile. "Sorry, it's just…. have we met?" I asked hesitantly. I had a theory about who she was, but I couldn't be sure…
"No, we haven't." she said firmly. "Anyway, someone gave me a message for you."
"Yes? What is it?" I asked, looking back to the house impatiently.
"This trip you are about to go on," she began hesitantly, and my attention was fully on her as soon as she said that. "You need to go alone."
The girl looked at me in confusion. "Does that make any sense to you, Professor?"
I nodded stiffly. "Unfortunately, yes." I said, narrowing my eyes at her. "Who exactly told you this? Who asked you to come find me?"
Before she could answer, I heard the front door of the house open. "Mummy? What's going on?" Catherine called out as she came running over to me.
"Its nothing, sweetie." I said, crouching down so we were on the same level. "Why don't you go inside and pick what you are going to wear today, hmm?"
Catherine nodded in agreement at me before she ran back into the house, leaving me alone once more with my mystery guest.
"So, who was it that you said -" I began to ask once more, but stopped halfway through the question when I turned around to see that the girl had vanished - or she would have, if I hadn't known she was there. But because I knew that, I was able to see past the perception filter that she was wearing.
"Don't even bother." I said with a smirk. "I can still see you."
The girl shimmered back into view, looking both annoyed and - for some reason - nostalgic. "I should have known." she said simply. I gave her a questioning look, but she refused to say anything more.
"Is that all you had to tell me?" I asked her, and she nodded, before turning away.
As she walked off, I couldn't help myself - I called out to her. I had to know if my theory was right.
"Angel" I called out. If I was right - and I usually was - then the chances were higher that she would respond to that then her name.
She turned around instinctively, then winced once she realized that I had discovered her little ruse.
"How did you know?" she asked me as she walked back over.
I just laughed. "Did you really think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter?" I asked, pulling her into a hug. "Why didn't you just tell me that it was you?" I asked her, pulling back so that I could get a good look at her.
Catherine just shrugged at me. It was obvious that she was hiding something, but I decided not to push the subject for the moment.
Instead, I focused on why she was here in the first place.
"So you never get to meet Amy and Rory?" I asked her sadly.
"What?" she asked, confused for a moment. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you said that I should go alone." I said sadly. "Which means that there will be danger. And," I admitted, "While I may not remember much of my childhood because of the Silence, I do remember parts of it. I do remember how Amy and Rory are… are lost." I smiled at her gently, and she just pulled me in for another hug. We stayed like that for a minute or two before I pulled away.
"Well," I said, trying to keep my mask from slipping. "I suppose I'd best be getting back inside. Rassilon only knows what trouble your younger self has gotten into."
The Angel chuckled softly at that, and stood there watching as I walked away.
"Mum?" she called out hesitantly. I turned around, and she gave me a sad smile.
"I have met them." she said softly, before clarifying. "Nana and Granddad, I mean. Just so you know."
I smiled at her one last time, before she disappeared from sight with the flash of light that I usually associated with a Vortex Manipulator.
"Thank you, my sweet angel." I murmured, before hurrying inside to see what chaos had happened in the short time that Catherine had been unsupervised.
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Mermaid1108: I am so, so sorry. But don't worry - she'll meet them… eventually.
