A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had to google how to write names in Gallifreyin. It was difficult to translate what the circles looked like on to paper and into words. I hope I did alright. Please leave a review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Clues Within a Name

She sat on the floor in the library of the TARDIS as it hummed and whirred, spun and shook through the expansion of Timespace like a rollercoaster off its rails. And of course, the Doctor never took his foot off the brake either, so the time machine/spacecraft continued to make its grinding whoosh noise without end. She wanted someplace quiet and somewhere away from the Time Lord. Now that Evelyn remembered everything, she could not help but be angry with him. He had abandoned her, left her on Earth with no way to defend herself and not even her memories to cling too. The Doctor had tried to justify his reasons, of course, he had because in his own eyes it seemed as if he had done everything he could. But in Evelyn's eyes, he had left a child all alone, and Missy had taken her under her care. And the Doctor had left her trapped in the effects of the Time Loop that Missy had created for twelve years.

Evelyn was not sure who to trust anymore. She could not help but trust the Doctor, the man who had become like a father to her and had raised her on Gallifrey. They were tracking Missy too the far reaches of Timespace. They were going to Karn, place where the Sisterhood of said planet resided. Evelyn liked to think of them of as the "Nuns" of Gallifrey. They protected the Flame of "Eternal Life", and crafted the Elixir of Life from water that was part of an underground spring. It passed through the rocks heated by the Sacred Flame directly below them. The rocks contained rare minerals and compounds that were released into the water when heated by the Flame. The Sisterhood took their time making the Elixir of Life every one hundred years.

Evelyn maneuvered her way around the library and just as she about the grab the book from the shelf, having to get on the tips of her toes just to reach it, her fingers barely brushing the spine of Pythia: the History of the Matriarch, when she felt her mind slip away into a memory she had long forgotten.

Evelyn had been holding tightly onto the hand of the Doctor, she must have been only four or five. She had been wearing a plain overall dress with a red and white long sleeved shirt underneath, her feet had been barefoot and dirty, she had only been playing outside moments before, climbing rocks and exploring. Before the Doctor had brought her different clothes to wear, she had been wearing a mustard yellow dress with the same matching robes as the Sisterhood. They were standing in front of the Sisterhood now, after the High Priestess had helped her to change into the clothes the Doctor had kindly given to her.

All of them were wearing blood red robes, one of the eldest ones with silver hair was holding on tightly to a younger Sister, who had sand colored hair and soft caramel brown eyes.

She wept and wept, and before Evelyn could protest, the woman picked her up and held her in her lap, the woman's long fingers began to weave Evelyn's hair into a braided crown.

While she stubbornly wiped away tears with her hand every moment a tear dared to blur her vision and slip down her cheeks, and sniffle loudly.

The eldest Sister, the High Priestess, let out a tired sigh. "Anise, the Planet of Karn is not a place for a child to grow. She will be safest with the Doctor."

The Sister called Anise, stopped braiding Evelyn's hair and her face fell in defeat, fresh tears streaming from her eyes that matched Evelyn's own. "I-I know…"

"If he finds out about his daughter and that her existence was kept from him…" the High Priestess, Ohilia's voice was bitter with warning.

Anise embraced Evelyn tighter, repeating herself. "I know...I just…" Anise dragged her eyes away from her daughter and to the Doctor. "He is your closest friend and you would keep her from him?"

The Doctor cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, he won't find out." He reluctantly took Evelyn out of Anise's arms and back into his own.

Anise began to weep again, through her sobs, Evelyn heard her say, "Please don't let any harm come to my darling girl."

The woman's face was still etched in her mind as Evelyn shook her head roughly and pulled her fingers away from Pythia: The History of the Matriarch, a face so like her own. Evelyn dug out her journal from where it was buried in the depths of her satchel and quickly drew the Sister of Karn's face before she would forget it. Instead of writing down Anise, she shakily wrote out mother with a question mark at the end, guilt ate away at her. Donna Temple-Noble had always been her mother, and now her brain had decided to plague her with new information that hurt her heart.

If her biological mother had been a Sister of Karn as her memory had shown her, was her mother a descendent of Pythia? Could she have psychic abilities and the power of precognition? It would not entirely explain how she could slow down time to a snail's crawl and how she had such a powerful connection to Sherlock, when she had not known it was Sherlock she was looking for, she had been getting pulled toward him as if they were magnets. And now, now she could not stop thinking about him, which heated her cheeks and made her smile goofy.

Evelyn shook her head, her curtain of dark chocolate hair coming loose from the braid she had tried to plait it into. She needed a distraction, a distraction from her anger at the Doctor and the feeling of being smitten with Sherlock. She grabbed Pythia: the History of the Matriarch from its spot on the shelf, she also took out The Mysteriousness of the House of Jade Dreams, How the Sisterhood of Karn Became, and The Human's' Guide to Biology of Time Lords.

When Sherlock finally tracked down Evelyn, after searching the labyrinth of the TARDIS, she was surrounded by books, opened to numerous pages and chapters.

They surrounded her like flower petals and she was the stigma. Evelyn had wanted comfort, a sense of familiarity and safety. She pulled a book into lap, the title being Time: A Concept that was pure Gallifreyin and her hearts practically leapt into her throat. It was a mixture of lines and circles, to a normal human this would have seemed like nonsense, a bunch of gibberish, but to her it was her home language finally returning to her after being trapped in recess of her mind. Her mother tongue.

Evelyn did not even hear Sherlock sit down beside her as she skimmed the book carefully and lovingly. "So, this the language of your planet?" He asked his eyes wanting to soak in every line and circle. New knowledge for him was probably the same as heroin to an addict.

"Yes, Gallifrey. I don't really remember much about it. Sometimes, I'll get flashes, like from the bulb of an old camera. Red grass and trees that had silver leaves. Gallifrey has two suns…" she stopped speaking, her eyes dropping back to the book. To the circles and the lines. Her eyes locked on her home language, on her first tongue.

"You'll be leaving when this all is over and done with. Going back to Gallifrey." it was not a question from Sherlock, but simply a statement. If Evelyn had a place where she truly belonged, then why would she not want to go back and stay there permanently?

"I-I don't have to. I really don't think I'll want too." Evelyn said and stood up, she had to go to a shorter bookshelf in the far reaches of the TARDIS' library, but she found what she was looking for. A Child's Introduction to the Language of Gallifrey. The Time Lord Hybrid also found a notebook and a mechanical pencil on a desk that covered with dust. Knowing the Doctor, he probably liked it because of the clicking noise it made, not because that if you pushed down to hard the lead would break into bits.

Evelyn turned around and of course, Sherlock had followed after her. They sat down together on the floor and Evelyn opened A Child's Introduction to the Language of Gallifrey. Evelyn then found herself seated in between Sherlock's outstretched legs, her head and back leaning against his wrote out Sherlock's name for him.

The S and H were combined into a fat moon turned horizontal with a small curve into it.

The E was a full circle with a small circle at the very end of it, looped through like a chain.

The R was a fat horizontal moon with three black dots in its curve, one was to the left, a slightly larger one in the middle and the last one on the left.

The L was a was large circle with another smaller circle drawn within it at the top, and within that smaller circle where three black dots. One was to the left, a slightly larger one in the middle and the last one on the left, like a surprised face without a nose.

The O was a large circle with a small circle at the bottom.

The C was a large circle with a smaller circle within it with even smaller four dots within that circle.

The K was also was a large circle with a smaller circle within it, but instead of three with even smaller four dots within that circle, it had three.

Evelyn then rewrote the circles, she wrote the SH at the bottom and made it larger, and then worked her way from the bottom counterclockwise. She then dug out an ink pen from out of her own satchel and inked her handwork, she then dug out an eraser and erased the pencil lines. She handed it over to Sherlock, he smiled almost sadly.

"I would like to frame this. May I keep it? There is a high probability that after this all gone and done with, we will not meet again."

"Of course," The Not-So Lost Girl replied, the Detective stood up before her and offered his hand to help her up. "He has to have empty picture frames around here somewhere." She took Sherlock's hand in her own, telling herself as she intertwined their fingers, that she was only doing it so they did not get lost.

A horrible thought gripped Evelyn's mind as she stopped suddenly and leaned against the wall, Sherlock stopped beside her, watching with curiosity in his eyes. Evelyn undid her pocket watch's chain from out of the loops in her jeans and held the black fob watch in her hand. Etched in silver in lines and circles was a name written in the Gallifreyin Alphabet.

The circles and lines did not form Evelyn. They formed an entirely different name.

The Time Lord hybrid knew what her name meant, it meant hazelnut, the English version of the French name, Aveline. Donna had given her the name when they adopted her, she despised the name that Missy had given her. Even thinking of her old name made her sick.

Evelyn was so happy that Donna and Sean had given her the name Evelyn Grace.

It made much easier for her to start her life with the Temple-Noble family. A new name for a new life.

But this name on her pocket watch, it did say Evelyn and it did not say, Syme. Syme the name that Missy had given her, she was glad it did not say that. But this name, this name made her blood run cold with fear.

She felt herself leaning into Sherlock, and the lean man held her close to him.

Forget the frame, she needed to speak to the Doctor now.