This is like the shortest thing that I've written ever! I mean seriously, I am so sorry it took so long but I've had heaps of homework and these late rehearsals and I've had literally no time to write... except for essays, have I ever mentioned how much I hate essays? Oh and of course news of the week DOCTOR WHO FINALE. Well I was not expecting that ending... I guess it was a theory lingering in the back of my mind but my money was on the Doctor's ganger making a reappearance. And oooh what adventures await us in the next series eh? The Doctor's question... silence will fall when the question is asked. Doctor, WHO? Dun dun DUNNN! :D Haha, I hope he gets back with Amy and Rory I mean there's no way they're going to let him get away with leaving them now they know he's alive. I can't wait to see all the people helpless without the Whoniverse's direction making up their own story lines to fill in the blanks until Christmas. :3 Aw, amazing episode in all and was I the only one that liked the new hairdo that Matt was sporting towards the end of the episode? xD Wow... I've just realised that most of this chapter is now author's notes. Someone please stop me.. ahhh! xD OH YEAH, and thanks for the reviews, my faithful chapterly (yes it's a word) reviewers and my newer reviewers as well! Thank you and keep on doing what you're doing! Love you... BYE! x

Chapter 10

As soon as the Doctor was positive that everyone was asleep, he retired to the TARDIS main console room. River had urged him to rest, using all seducing techniques possible to get things to go her way; but she knew before the words had left her lips. The one thing you couldn't force the Doctor to do, and that was sleep.

So the Doctor sat on the precariously placed swing underneath the main console, tying together a few pieces of loose wiring, but mostly thinking of the days past events.

It should have come like instinct to say that he was positive who the mother was. How couldn't it be River after all? A woman who knew him better than any other creature in the Universe... the woman who killed a good man. He still shivered... whenever he relived the moment.

You said you killed a man, a good man.

He could still see that dull glint in her eyes as her smile faltered; a very good man. A hero to many.

He sighed, dropping the wires momentarily to rub at his temples. He didn't understand how, he didn't really care why anymore. He just wondered sometimes if he saw himself with River. But all logic pointed to Varrissa being theirs. Who else would...

On the night the angels wept, a kiss was stolen.

The Doctor wouldn't allow the thought to linger there. Amy loved Rory, and he knew he would never allow something like that to happen. He couldn't afford relationships with his companions. Because then he would lose them. He may have kissed her back... but he was confused and so was she. She could have died.

Every day with me she could die.

More logic. More guilt. He sometimes wondered how he coped.

Suddenly, two small fingers prodded his shoulder, sending himself almost tumbling to the ground in surprise.

Right, badly.

He turned around, half expecting it to be River, half expecting it to be Amy. He should have been kicking himself for not expecting the alternative.

Varrissa stood clad in a violet night gown, her large emerald eyes glistening as she stared at him wide eyed. "I had a nightmare." She whispered, pursing her lips instantly.

The Doctor's gaze softened as he ushered her to sit on his lap, the steady rocking of the swing comforting to the young Time Lord.

"About?" he urged.

Varrissa bit her lip nervously, allowing her head to fit into the crook of the Doctor's neck. "Time."

The Doctor scoffed slightly, wiping the tears from her cheeks, "time isn't something to be afraid of, what's inside time now that's a hell of a ride." He grinned.

Varrissa smirked, "But time is scary Doctor." She insisted, her eyes glazing over for a moment, "I can see... all that will be and once was... a handful of possible outcomes for every decision I make... or someone around me makes." She turned her head to attempt to stare at her father honestly, "it's like... sometimes I see nothing, but other times... I see everything."

The Doctor placed a kiss on her forehead, hugging her gently, "it's the Time Lord's curse, that's why sleeping is a lifestyle choice."

Varrissa grinned, leaning further into the Doctor, attempting to retrieve all comfort that was possible from his firm grip. "I only ever slept because I had dreams of you."

The Doctor felt his hearts tighten in response, "always?"

Varrissa grinned, "Every night... even though I would stay awake for Jack's sake, I still snuck in a light nap, just to see your face."

The Doctor stared at her vacantly for a moment, furrowing his brow, "Jack doesn't sleep?"

Varrissa shrugged, "I've never seen him sleep, unless he's in the middle of... cheating death." She said the word in a hushed whisper, giving spooky hand gestures to emphasise her point. The Doctor chuckled.

"So what part of time was your nightmare about then?" the Doctor inquired a little distantly, his eyes wandering around the TARDIS as he squeezed the teen gently.

Varrissa leant further into the Doctor's embrace and sighed; "I can't get it out of my head."

The Doctor's brow furrowed, "what?"

"...A bad event, the worst event that could ever happen. An event that just might make the whole Universe shiver."

The Doctor's eyes flashed, recalling the exact words as he heard them. Over and over.

If you really did die I just think that the whole world might just shiver.

Shiver,

World...

Might...

Shiver.

The breath hitched in his throat as he looked towards Varrissa vacantly. She had pursed her lips, looking up at the Doctor with glistening orbs. She was sad. So very sad.

"An event that the most important person could never know about," she smiled sadly at him, "but you do... oh I know you do, 'cause I've been told the stories and I know just when you clock on." She playfully tapped the Doctor's forehead.

The Doctor couldn't stop staring. He knew that Varrissa felt it more than awkward but he just couldn't stop. Would River tell Varrissa a secret like that?

Varrissa stood up nervously, seeing the look on the Doctor's face; she knew what that look meant. He was thinking too hard for comfort.

"Well I'm off to bed," she said, stretching melodramatically as she clapped her hands together in a very Doctor-like manner. The Doctor caught on instantly, grabbing her wrist as she went to walk away. "Varrissa." He hissed, hating how pleading he sounded to his own daughter, "how could you possibly know that?"

Varrissa smirked, rolling her eyes, "because," he saw her emerald eyes glisten, glinting slightly in the light of the TARDIS console room. "I am my mother's daughter."

And with that she left. No goodnight kiss... no wave. She simply walked away; or rather she skipped away as the TARDIS hurried her along in a protective bubble of time and space.

"Honestly I think you love her more than I do," the Doctor muttered to his TARDIS, stroking her wires affectionately. The TARDIS whirred in disapproval, although he could feel the smile through her loosely tied argument. She cared for Varrissa as if she were hers... she was of course a child of the TARDIS. And more importantly she held information that the Doctor couldn't know.

Not yet Dear...

Those words repeated in his mind... the TARDIS' words warning him not to look further into this one. For everything had a reason and it just so happened that this situation in particular had many.

Haha, I secretly incorperated some of the Doctor's death into this 'cause now I know how he cheats it I sooo want to have a few spoilers for the finale in there... I mean Varrissa can know anything I want her to know, especially when you guys don't know who her mother is! :) muahahahaha! Love you all! GOODBYEEE! x Review! xxxxxXXXxxx