What is a son without his parents?

Location: The Playground

Leopold Fitz: 27 years old

Leopold had stayed dead silent as his Mother spoke, he watched tears fall down her cheeks and he watched as she wiped them away with the back of her hand. He was taken aback by her, she hadn't changed a bit from the last time that he saw her but then again her eyes looked like they had seen too much hurt in the world after a while Fitz realised that he was crying too but unlike his Mother, he didn't wipe them away. He felt his Mother placed a hand top of his, his eyes snapped up and he finally made eye contact with her, then he felt it and he moved his hand onto of his chest, "I know, your Dad said it might take time to get used to, your second heartbeat has been hidden for so long; you might find it hard." His Mum spoke softly.

"How long has it been?" Fitz spoke taking his hand down, he couldn't help but hear both his heart beats in his ears.

"Ten months, it's been ten months," Clara told him.

"Time travel, of course." Fitz said wiping his face, "And what about um-what about..." He held the brim of his nose, "What about-about Mi—about"

"Missy?" Clara questioned, she tried to hide that fact the she was broken because her son was broken too. Fitz nodded, "We haven't heard from her but we're here to replace your perception filter that conceals your second heartbeat like it has for a long time but it needs replacing and we're here to see you."

"Okay." Fitz got out, "You left."

"I know, I'm really sorry that we lefty you but the last ten months have been crying followed by more crying because I didn't want to leave you and your Dad didn't either." Clara cried, "Oh I doing this all wrong, I wanted this to be the best day of my life but I let you get hurt, I didn't protect you even though I love you and you're all grown up, I didn't see that happen. I realised that I needed you more than you needed me, I held you in my arms and I cradled you for dear life but I never knew that I'd have to give you up. I'm so sorry Leo." Clara buried her face in her hands; Fitz got up from his seat and walked over kneeling down next to her.

"I always brought up to think you were either dead or still running. The truth was hidden from me and I should have- stopped, blam- blaming you." Fitz took in a deep breath, he wanted to get a sentence out without freezing, "I wish I had known through my childhood but you're here now. Clara, you are here now and that's all I need, I don't care about school and college; I really need my Mum now." Clara broke free of the chair and see embraced him, she placed her knees on the floor and tucked her face in his shoulder, Fitz stroked her short brown hair as she wept into his jumper.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, "I'm so sorry Leo."

"It's okay." He said tightening his grip, "It's fine." Clara pushed him back gently and he guided her up into a standing position "I suppose Coulson always knew the truth."

"Yeah, he did," Clara replied.

The TARDIS door clicked open and the Doctor stepped out holding a newborn baby. The baby was in a bright pink baby grow and was around seven weeks old, "Where's Mummy?" The Doctor asked he passed the child to her Mother and Clara held her close. "Hey, Leopold."

"You must the Doctor?" Fitz questioned, the Doctor did something so unlike him but he needed it; he pulled his son into a hug, his son hugged back half-heartedly, "Nice to see you again." He trailed over to his Mother, "This is?"

"Your baby sister, if life was simple there would have been a four-year gap between you but hey live isn't that simple." Clara chuckled.

"What's her name?" Fitz asked.

"Lola." Clara told him, "Here take her."

"My right arm isn't that good with holding things," Fitz told them, Clara didn't care and she placed the baby in his arms, Fitz supported the child's head and bum.

"See you're a natural," Clara smiled.

"She looks like you Clara," Fitz stated.

"And you look like your Dad." Clara answered back, "Maybe she'll have my accent."