The Doctor and Doc entered the Manor after shaking the hands of several distinguished members of the Yaxley community. The moment they walked in the eyes of many more outstanding citizens were caught and kept on the very bodies of our two characters.

The Doctor wearing of course, his tweed jacket and underneath, his constant ensemble. Doc on the other hand exchanged his T-shirts for his button down green shirt and black slacks to go with. After constant "suggestion" from the Doctor, Doc gave in and on his neck to match The Doctor was a black bowtie. The Doctor's own bow tie was blue. However, Instead of a tweed jacket to compliment his wardrobe Doc wore his pilot jacket in which he was more than comfortable in by now.

The two stood humbly at the center of attention. That is until the music began to groove its way around the room and the onlookers discovered the feet at the end of their legs and began to dance with their acquaintances.

The Manor itself was rather lavish, the high ceilings were adorned with hanging ivy like plants that bloomed blood red flowers. Creatures resembling butterflies (But with four wing sections on each side) fluttered from flower to flower. Silver platters floated freely along the guests offering tasty finger foods and fizzy pastel colored drinks.

"They really went all out." Doc approved reaching for a glass of pastel blue liquid. Before he could take a sip the Doctor stopped Doc's hand with his own.

"Let me scan this first." He took out his Sonic screwdriver and buzzed it at the drink.

"Just as I thought, pure vodka." With that he downed it in a long gulp.

"Hey!" Doc exclaimed.

"You are only twelve, your mother put you in my hands. You will not be making any bad decisions on my watch." The Doctor pointed the screw driver at another silver platter that stopped in its path and then made its way with haste over to them. The Doctor scanned the pastel pink one.

"Strawberry Martini."

Then the Pastel yellow. "Banana Soda." Doc wrinkled his nose.

Then the Pastel Green. "Apple water, Alright then you can drink the yellow liquid or the green." The Doctor thought for a moment. "You can have one pink, one! Then yellow or green for the rest of the night. Agreed?"

Doc took a sip of the Apple water which had their own party on his taste buds. "Agreed, this green stuff ain't so bad. Oh and Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"I am thirteen now, my birthday was a week ago."

The Doctor looked astounded. "You never said anything."

"It's no big deal. Birthdays are really a family thing and since all of mine are out of reach there isn't really a point in dwellin on it." Doc pointed out hiding his face with another gulp of Apple water.

"Birthdays can be shared by old Time Lord and his stow away. We could of gone to the planet Ghariele were they make a cake so light it is held down by a coat of delicious fudge sauce to keep it from flying away in the breeze. Or back to planet Earth where there are ice cream parlors everywhere. Did you know that Earth is the only know planet in our universe that makes its own ice cream?"

"Seriously?" Doc asked, playing along.

"Seriously, milk from Earth's mammals is the only milk creamy enough to make such a delicious frozen treat. Sure you can find it just about any planet, but it is all artificial or imported milk."

"Well next year if I am still here I am totally down for that light-as-air cake you told me about."

"Yes, I still think I have missed too many of your birthdays. I have to make this up."

Doc laughed in a confused manor. "What do you mean?"

The Doctor thought back to what he had just said, revealed even. "I um…well what I meant is that-."

Eleeria made her way through the crowd and interrupted the two. "Doctor! So very glad you could make it."

The Doctor looked from a radiant Eleeria and Doc who was looking at Eleeria, semi annoyed with her sudden appearance.

The Doctor, quick to assemble himself tightened his bow tie and replied "A promise of mine is worth its weight in gold."

"Indeed." Eleeria agreed. "Would you care to come with me and meet my friends and family?"

The Doctor smiled. "I would be delighted."

Eleeria turned to Doc. "Doc this is my younger sister Junelle."

Junelle, who was every bit as lovely as her sister stepped closer. "I would be happy to show you around if you like?"

Doc looked at The Doctor. "Yes Doc, go have a look around. I will be close by."

"Alright then." Doc agreed and took Junelle's arm in which she offered to him. The Doctor flowed Eleeria as she led him to a higher platform.

She introduced him first to a curvy female with every inch of her hands covered in lovely jewels native to that side of the universe. Then to a tall male with darker blue skin wearing a white suit. He was introduced to several others for a while longer, completely entrancing everyone he met with his wit and charm. To give him a break Eleeria led them to a corner sanctioned off with two white cushioned chairs. Eleeria sat down and snapped her fingers. Immediately a silver tray glided over. The four drink options glistened in their crystal glasses. Eleeria took the pink one and offered the tray to The Doctor who took the yellow one.

"No alcoholic drinks for you?"

The Doctor took a gulp of his drink. "I am the designated driver of a young boy. I cannot risk it."

Eleeria chuckled softly. "Who is the young man you are toting around, you are old enough to be his great great great great great grandfather, but I see there is enough youth left in you that he could either be your son or brother."

The Doctor looked off in the distance. "That's correct, in a very complicated way. He is my son."

"Complicated?" Eleeria pressed.

The Doctor took an involuntary sip of his drink as we would at dinner to make up for an awkward silence. "Yes, he is the Son of my clone."

"Like your twin?"

"No, this clone of mine was composed of my own personal cells of my own hand that had been severed by an invading Sycorax leader."

"But no one has heard from the Sycorax for at least fifty or so years."

"A great fleet of them were destroyed by the former Torchwood dummies."

"I see, so the clone is composed of your own cells?" Eleeria bade him to continue.

"Yes, and at the time there was a companion of mine that had fallen in love with me, she was loyal to her last moment. I had lost her once and she found her way back to me. Before she was lost we had travelled a long while and I made it clear…I thought I had made it clear that she could spend the rest of her life with me, but I couldn't spend the rest of my life with her."

"Because of your re generations?" Eleeria asked.

"Exactly, so she came back from a parallel world in which she had been trapped or lost as I said. Parallel worlds are impossible to reach unless a crack between the void is located which in itself is very dangerous. So she was gone, and one day-The day she came back to me- my clone was forged and I gave him to her so that she could grow old with me and have our forever."

Eleeria watched The Doctor as he shared this with her. His face was too content, trying to show the world that he was happy for her, but too content as if trying to put a shield up to hide the sadness that The Doctor saved for himself.

"You say 'me' and 'our' but you are here and not with her? I don't understand."

"The clone shared more than my appearance, he shares all of my memories, and feelings. Every moment I spent with her, every thought about her, every feeling is his now. So it is me with her technically."

"So the woman and your clone? It worked pretty well then right, if she bore his—your child then everything works out, right? She gets the life you want for her and the life you want for yourself." Eleeria smiled cheerfully for him.

The Doctor bit the inside of his lip then replied in a melancholy voice. "See that's just it. The clone, -well…metacrisis is the correct term- The metacrisis has passed away and the boy's mother disappeared on him, he had recently received dreams from her telling him to find me. For some reason she has told him who I am, but not WHO I am. Just that I travel around and save the day and that I can reunite them. I am worried though of why this is occurring as well as dumbfounded of why this delicate life I had set up for her has fallen a apart. She was supposed to live out her life with her own love and her family. But he is dead and she is gone. Where though?"

The Doctor didn't mean to, but his thoughts were being spilled all over Eleeria who sat quietly trying to process the information being spilled on her, mouth agape.

"Where has she gone? Is it my fault in any way? Have I accidentally left a crack in which one of my own enemies have slipped through to capture her to get at me? I don't know why, but I can't tell Doc yet that I am his father, no idea why. Except cowardice maybe, I mean I am stranger to him and him to me. We were both thrown at each other. I hadn't noticed anything until we stopped at The platform and that seer told me what a blind man could have seen from a mile away. I mean, he is the spitting image of my last body and his mother, he has her eyes and my hair and height. I know that when we are close to Rose we will see a phrase, a connection from her to me. Bad Wolf it will say and then I can get some answers." The Doctor took a long breath giving Eleeria enough time to cut in.

"You must of loved her, Rose? I am just assuming that is her name since you just said Rose."

The Doctor faltered. "I sort of come to have- uh form- a- a sort of a connection with all my companions."

Eleeria cocked her head. "You gave her your clone, yourself as you say. Does that not put her above the rest in anyway?"

"I-uh…well…you have to understand. I already have had a family of my own, way way back. They are all gone now. I do not freely tell anyone that I love them. I am beyond that, I get attached to them I will admit. Fascinated to them beyond measure. But love. It is hidden in the far corners of my vocabulary."

Eleeria smiled. "And where is it in your hearts?"

The Doctor met her eyes with his own weighted eyes. "It bleeds out more so than I would like, leaves me vulnerable I think."

"I think that it makes you strong and combined with your mind makes you what you are, the oncoming storm. The force to be reckoned with. The being that keeps on fighting for the good of all the universe."

The Doctor smiled crookedly. "Oh stop you're making me blush."

"Still though, you gave Rose yourself and you are saying that she doesn't know if you do love her or not?"

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Rose knows, I told her...well personally I almost told her, but I let him tell her. You see, if I would have told her then she would never had taken my clone. I needed him to tell her, to love her, grow old with her, have a family. Everything that I personally could never give Rose. Or Doc."

"Maybe that is why you won't tell Doc you are his father, he already lost you once -your clone if you will- just like with Rose, you are putting walls up to protect them."

"Yes. That just may be. Doc is a part of me, I am teaching him everything I know so he can have a part of his legacy. The boy could use a bit of my spirit though. He is awfully quiet, which I have no idea where he gets that from. His mother and I have rather large mouths. Haha. Don't tell her I said that. Oh that Rose, she really was something special. Never could stay away from trouble. Two regenerations ago I had sent her back home with my TARDIS to save her life. Good thing I did two or her mother would have found a way to travel through time and space just to slap me into another regeneration. Hands as hard as stone that Jackie-."

Eleeria forced a laugh and smile as The Doctor continued to babble but behind her charade something in her heart was unresolved. Guilt and shame poisoned her heart. She looked at the window way across from her. The windows were false, portraying a calm, lovely, normal night. She knew that on the other side heinous actions were afoot. Every word she said to the Doctor burned her soul as she knew the irony of the words that came from her lips. She feared the wrath of her own hero if and when he discovered what she had done to her own planet. Eleeria tried to enjoy the rest of her peace before the mass of party guests began to murmur and shout with distress. If he was listening closely, The Doctor could have heard the explosions from outside. The music continued to cover it all up with its upbeat swing. The people continued their good time. Eleeria turned her head to blink back the tears forming in her blue eyes as the Doctor laughed at his own joke about fezzes.

Lemon-Moon

Chapter 8! Did anyone catch the part where The Doctor is wearing a blue bow tie? It is a fact that when, in the series when The Doctor is in the Past or present his Bowtie is red and when in the future it is blue. Check it out sometime. It is a cool fact. Haha. Thank you for your reviews, hope to hear more from ya'll and any facts that you know about. I love learning new facts.