Andrea watches her sister walk ahead with her friend. She looks to her daughter, then down at her own attire, the way her body is slowly changing itself. Moving through the open door, she tentatively watches her husband, just for a moment. He wasn't watching the door, having been staring at the floor. "Langer."
Picking his head up, Clyde stands slowly, attempting to keep his emotions at bay, "Andie...I've..."
She moves closer to him, wrapping an arm around him tightly. "I'm sorry." She whispers in his ear, letting him take hold of her in return, "I'm so sorry."
"Six months, Andie." He picks his head up, meeting her eye. Pressing his lips against her own. "Please, don't do that again. We aren't like you. I'm not...I'm not like you. If you go away for a time again, take me with you. I don't care about the Judoon or the Shadow Proclamation-"
"You should." Andrea nods, "That's the problem, Langer. You should care about them. However, this is my fault. I don't deny that. We were only gone a week and Dad miscalculated. Listen...it's complicated. Had I driven-"
"Let's just...let's get home." Clyde gently lifts the toddler from her arms. "Let's get back to...home."
"I have a better idea."
"Are you well, Lady Jane?" Strax groaned, having protected the child from the falling debris once the house shook. "Lady Jane."
"I'm okay." Jane grinned to her new sontaran friend. "Are you?"
"Jane!" Andrea had run to the doorway, glancing frantically around the room, "Strax? Where is Jane?"
"Here." Jane called out, holding onto the stout extraterrestrial once he stands. She grinned broadly, "The house shaked, everything fell."
"I know. We're going to go and find out why." Her simple dress covered in a form fitting green jacket. Traditional garb for the time. "Listen to me...we're going to go out and hunt around. See what's going on out in the streets. Strax..."
"Lady Jane is in my care." Strax answered honestly.
Andrea chuckled slightly, "Of that I have no doubt."
Sarah Jane glances over to her husband as they're driven back toward Bannerman Road, "Why was Drea so upset back when we were on the TARDIS?" She leans against him, holding onto his arm, "You both were so...secretive. I don't like secretive."
"I know you don't." The Doctor smiles softly to himself, amused by his wife. "She came to a realization, finally, that...that all Time Lords and Gallifreyans come to when falling in love with another species. Something that I've come to terms with...and it's what..." He pauses, shaking his head, "When children come into play, it's a whole different beast. Something she may have forgotten. She's been...acting erratically-"
"That's golden coming from you." She hummed to herself, glancing to Sky who had fallen asleep against the car door next to her. "Will I...be comfortable with your realization?"
He begins to shake his head slowly. "Just...let her guide her own life. If she has the child now or ten years our time. If she leaves for an hour or a year or a decade...it's her decision. It's her life." The silver haired man brings the woman's hand to his lips, "And we must respect that."
"She's afraid...terrified." Sarah Jane swallows, "I want her to feel like she can come to me with anything and...she's always so...scared." She shakes her head a little, "How can I...convey to her that...I'm always going to be there for her. I'm always going to be her mother, regardless of dimensions or time loops...whatever it is you lot want to call it. She's my daughter as much as Sky is...and she always will be."
"I never said she wouldn't be." The Doctor glances to the window. "Talk to her, Sarah." He runs his hand over his face, "She's afraid to talk to you."
"Afraid to-" She shakes her head, "What, why?"
"You'd have to ask her that." He smirks a little, waiting a moment, "You're getting flustered."
"I am not." Sarah Jane scowls slightly, "You could be a bit more supportive, you know."
"Supportive?"
"Encourage her."
The Doctor shrugs a little, "The Smith women aren't easily encouraged...nor are you easily persuaded. Either of you. That's what she obtained from you." He notices his wife roll her eyes, "You'd never give up on me...nor would you ever give up on our daughter. Neither of you require my encouraging."
Sam Bishop walked back into the main area of the science department offices, backpack slung over his shoulder. "Just flew in and boy are my arms tired." He grumbled, smirking at just how dumb that sounds. He was usually away in other countries. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a blonde woman sitting at his friend's desk. "Well, you aren't Osgood."
"Afraid not. She's just popped to the other room. Something about a transmission that she needed to..." Jenny shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't really know." She offered her hand, "I'm Jenny."
"Sam." He took her hand into his own, "It's a pleasure, Jenny."
"You're able to fly with your arms?" She tilted her head to the side, her question was innocent and honest. "I'm not able to. I tried once. Nearly broke a bone."
Sam smirked, amused, "Are you new around here?"
Jenny shrugged, "I'm not old around here." She stood, moving around the desk as the other woman appeared back in the room.
"Sam!" Osgood grinned, "You're back."
"I am!" Sam moved to the young woman, giving her a quick hug. Knowing Osgood and he had that type of relationship, "Well, I've a bunch of paperwork to do."
"Don't make your tired arms do too much work." Jenny offered, following the brunette woman.
Osgood furrowed her brow, confused, "Okay, well. We're heading to the roof. The Doctor is back, and I'm betting so is the rest of your family, Jenny." She glanced to Sam, "I'll let Kate know you're back. She'll be pretty happy. We thought you were a goner."
"Can't keep me down." Sam smirked, "Paperwork...I'd never let Kate down by not doing it."
"Your parents are going to know." Clyde glances to his daughter, able to smell the coconut tinge of the sunscreen that covers her skin from just being on the beach.
"Oh, I'm hoping they do." Andrea nods, skin tanned, midsection protruding even more now.
He watches his wife closely, "So, you gave one of those hub things to UNIT officials?"
"They aren't just UNIT officials. They're my friends. I'm not worried about the suited up, uniformed ones showing up and swarming the house. I trust them...with my life. Always will." She plays with the levers at the console section, "The beaches of California. Everything you hoped they would be?"
"They were really nice." Clyde grins, "Six months though..."
"I needed to make it up to you. When we get back, it will be right when we left." Andrea releases a sigh she didn't know she was holding, "I fly my ship better than Dad flies his. The trick is getting to the house before they get there. I think they're traveling by vehicle...jeep or something."
He studies her, glancing over to her when she sits next to him, "What's going on? You seem a bit...angry about your Dad."
She shrugs, letting him rub her bump affectionately. "Not really sure. I'm just...I guess I'm angry with him for not admitting that he screwed up." The woman bites the corner of her mouth, "I want him to realize that because he doesn't take my feelings or my daughter's feelings into account, he'll lose my life experiences...a little."
"It isn't that serious." Clyde shakes his head a little, "It's okay."
"No, it isn't. I shouldn't have taken Jane. I should have left her with you." Andrea makes eye contact with him, "I know how to properly fix things. Fix time differentials without creating a time loop. Dad just...does it. He just creates pockets and time threads. Everything he shouldn't do and I'm not sure if it's because he doesn't care, or doesn't realize he's doing it." She stands, moving around the confines of her ship, "I would even go as far as to saying he's the reason all the threads with Mom happened in the first place."
"Did you tell him?" He plays with a small toy that his daughter handed him, "Or your mum? Spent all that time looking for her and you hardly even talk to her."
"You wouldn't understand, Langer."
"It upsets her sometimes. I see it in her eyes." Clyde answers quietly, "And...whatever went on with Sky...there's a whole bunch of things that you should have outright told her and you chose not to. She's a grown woman who can take more than you could even imagine...way more than she lets on." He pauses letting silence envelop the room before continuing, "I know about everything you've seen in the other dimensions, but...none of them are this one. Live for now, not fear what was then."
Andrea nods a little, "You're right."
"I usually am. Magic Clyde Ball. Just ask me anything. I've a wealth of knowledge."
"I didn't say all that." She hums a chuckle, feeling the ship land in its usual space. "Ready to hear the wrath?"
"Your Dad will understand what you did, but not so much your Mum. Just be ready for that, eh?" Clyde stands, lifting his daughter as well as he takes his wife's hand.
"I'm always ready, Langer." Andrea smirks, leaving the ship with her family.
