Jace

Pad pad pad pad. And then Rain started lighting patting my face, trying to get me to wake up. I opened my eyes, seeing the TARDIS resonating in a dark green, laced with purple. "Come on, cat. It's only half 6!"

She didn't care and kept doing it until I got up, walking into the kitchen with her and putting some Felix, or whatever this cat food was, into her little silver bowl.

"I hope you're happy, missus. I was planning on hiding in bed all day." I told her, grabbing myself a yogurt from the fridge and then a spoon. "Today is the type of day I want to avoid, because I don't want the attention."

Rain just mewed at me, and kept eating her breakfast as I walked back to my room. There was nothing on the way, but by the time I got in there, the others had a chance to get in there and put up balloons, a banner, as well as get in a dish of pancakes with 15 little blue and white candles in there, and they all sang happy birthday.

The Doctor in a deep baritone of red serpentine line, Rose in a soft choir girl yellow, rolling in a ringlet, and then Jack. Well, he was trying to imitate a broad way star in masses of gold and purple. Safe to say it lit up my room like the northern lights. "Happy birthday to you!"

"Go on then, Jacey, blow out the candles." The Doctor grinned, holding them out, and I did as I was told, but I didn't make a wish. I knew wishes were for kids, and being on the street stopped you from being a kid, and you lost what made you happy for a birthday when for the third year running you found out the day because there was yet another appeal for me to come home on the News. "That's my girl, come on, breakfast in bed."

Again, I did as I was told, not looking forward to the big fuss that was about to be made of me. I hated attention, I always had after the accident. Who was left that really loved me, to give me attention that was good? "OK, we know you didn't want a big fuss on your birthday, but then we found out about you being Time Lord. Well, mostly Time Lord. And 15 is a big age for us."

"It's just a number, Doctor." I sighed, shaking my head. "Can we not do this, please? I hate my birthday."

Jack came and sat next to me on the bed, and he wrapped his arms around me. Since the Doctor taking me in, I'd gotten a dad, sort of, out of him, a sort of mum through Jackie, a big sister through Rose, a brother from Mickey, and then from Jack, well, he was kind of like a kooky uncle. "Jacey Jay, you deserve a fuss made of you. Every birthday is supposed to be special, even if you're as old as the Doctor. Come on, one day where you get to eat breakfast in bed, and I made it so I know its not poisonous like the Doctor's attempt, prezzies and then just having a nice day doing whatever you want to do."

Rose then took up position on the other side, stroking my bedhead down into some form of submission. "Plus, all you have to do, is open some presents, eat pancakes, and then you can hide as much as you want."

"Hey, there is something else she needs to do. " The Doctor tried, but Rose and Jack silenced him. "Fine. Its not that important. Just eat, please. They're made specially for you, Jacey."

I ate, well, nibbled and let the cat who eventually came back eat them as well, before they all sat in front of me and handed me a massive, hand made card of all of us, drawn by Rose by the look of it, so her hair was yellow, mine was grey, and the Doctor's ears were massive, but it was very sweet, because they'd done my eyes rainbow, which was how I saw the world.

"Thank you, that's a really nice card, and loving how Jack's muscles are more weighty than my entire body." I giggled, making Rose blush and Jack just grinned.

Then the Doctor handed me a little bag with a circle design on the side, and something deep inside me told me what it meant, that it was my name, Jaclyn Smith, but there was another meaning to it, a Gallifreyan, or Time Lord meaning. Calliope, meaning beautiful voice. "'Thats not the present, I just ran your name and date of birth through a book and thats what came out. It would have been what you were called at the Academy."

"Oh, right. Um, how come I can..."

"Read it?" I nodded. "Every Gallifreyan is born able to read it. I wanted to see if you could read it, Beautiful Voice." He gave me a proud smile, and then I opened the back, taking out a book with more of the circular design but then individual letters inside. "That's Old High Gallifreyan, you may not be able to read that but-"

I interrupted. "The Full, Concise History of the Time Lords, written by the Last Great Prophet."

The Doctor probably couldn't have looked more proud then. "That's it then. Only certain family lines were able to read that from birth." He saw my face, looking down and got that I didn't to talk about it. "Sorry, sorry. I'm getting over excited. Let's just forget that happened."

"Yeah. Lets do that." I said softly, moving the book to the bedside table and made a note to hide it later. I was still human to me, and I wasn't ready to know about this just yet.

Next Jack handed me a little box with multicoloured swirls over it. "Yeah, I got carried away. I like giving birthday presents and I haven't had anyone to give them to in a while."

"It's amazing. I can keep my drum sticks in it after." I smiled, running my fingers over the smooth woods, smiling at the smooth grey of sound that came off before opening them and finding thick framed glasses inside, clear glass and blue plastic. "Uh, I don't wear glasses, or do dress up, Jack..."

He laughed and that and moved to put them on me, which he did fairly well. They were normal. "They do something better than those weird ass sunglasses." I stared at him, not able to see any form of colour from anything from the ship, let alone the usual deep blue of his melted chocolate voice. "For when your senses are being over loaded."

I had to hug him at that, glad that if I was on a painful space station that I wouldn't be stuck with sunglasses or having my eyes closed. "Thank you! They're a little bulky but still cool. How do I look?"

"Like a little swot." Rose laughed, handing me another small gift, this one wrapped in typical Rose pink tissue paper and I took it out to show a small photo frame of us all.

It was when we went to Space Vegas, Jack's idea, and the Doctor had not been amused when he hired him a stripper who turned up in a police woman's outfit, before we all started playing poker and I thrashed everyone. We were all happy and laughing.

"I love it, thank you!" I smiled, moving to hug her as well. "I've never had a photo of anyone, not even mum or dad."

That made her grin and she kisses my cheek. "Well, now yoy have us. And, Rain got you something too. Well, she tried to help but she just fell asleep of the wrapping paper."

We all laughed and I opened the last part, which was a dress, but it was in my sort of style. Dark blue with silver stars all over the skirt and the top was such a soft velvet that the brush of fabric sent shiver up my spine. "Oh... wow..."

"Go put it on then, you banana." The Doctor laughed, pulling me off the bed and giving me a shove towards the bathroom. "We want to see you in a dress for once!"

"This once!" I sighed, grabbing my underwear at the same time. I didn't have any tights, but I also hadn't reached the part of puberty where my legs needed shaving, weird for a 15 year old, but I wasn't an average 15 year old. So I put it on and carefully made sure it was hanging in the right places, before looking at myself in the mirror.

When I had first come to the TARDIS, I was beaten, bruised and my hair was matted and tangled. Now, now I was filling out a little, my scrawny form becoming more like a girls and less like a boys as I managed to put on weight, and my hair had been trimmed to get rid of all the dead bits and the curls had come back in full force around my face. "Wow, Jace. You have legs, albeit scarred and battered, but they're there."

Then there was a bang on the door. "Jace, hurry up, we want to see!" That was Rose, and she sounded a little giggly. "Jacey Jay!"

"Well, lets get this sorted, Jaclyn, because they're waiting." I sighed, and then came to the door, opening it to see all of them on the bed waiting, the Doctor looking a little pissed at something. Calliope. Jace Monroe, to Calliope Smith. He said there was something Time Lords did on their 15th birthday. What was that?

"Jace, you look amazing!" Jack said, standing up and pulling me further into the light where Rain then started nuzzling my bare legs, and I stooped to pick her up. "Seriously, you're gorgeous, and don't worry, you're far too young for me, and also the Doctor would have my balls as stress balls, but you're going to make someone very happy some day."

I would rather just make many people happy and save the universe multiple times than end up with someone again. Being intimate made my skin crawl. "Thank you, Jacky." I smiled, but I didn't really feel it. Everything felt fake, like it was cracking, right down to the thick glass in the frames, blocking out my synaesthesia.

And then my vision really was cracking, and Jack suddenly called to the Doctor as I went limp in his arms. "Jace, Jacey, Oh, my Jacey!" He cried, taking me out of his arms and running with me to the med room, lying me down quickly. "Jace, talk to me, talk, please."

"D, D, Doctor..." I breathed, only seeing everything like it was shattered, shattering and spiralling as the cracking further. "I, I can't... s, see..."

He seemed to understand to some degree, and grabbed a light to shine into my eyes, taking off the glasses before sighing. "You need to listen to me, Jace. This is normal. 15, 15 is the age of choosing, for a Gallifreyan, and I know. I know Jace, that you don't like being what I am, that you want to be human, but this is important."

"W, w, what?" I asked, trying to sit up a little, but the rooms was spinning, spiralling in masses of colour as everything got bolder, brighter and like you'd turned the saturation up on a photo, making it too heavy to be able to really see the picture. "My head... Doctor..."

Then he cupped my face, stroking my hair. "It's your mind, it's opening to it's potential, Jace. I went through this, and that's where I realised I didn't want to just sit on my bum, because I could see when something was going wrong. Jaclyn, there's nothing I can do, apart from hold your hand through it. Your mind, your mind is more open than mine from the beginning, the way you have a human imagination and sense of adventure yet the intelligence of a Time Lord and you're just amazing."

No, no, please... No more, please. I couldn't deal with this, my synesthesia was already too strong and I just wanted it to stop. "Doctor... stop it, please. Please, please, stop it..." I cried, trying to roll over. "I don't want this, I'm human, just let me be human..."

"Oh, my Jace. Come on, would it be so bad? You're no different, you're just you. Just 100% you. OK?" He then moved the bed into a sitting position, sitting behind me and stroking my hair. "No matter what, either way, you are you, you are Jace Monroe-Smith. And you are just going to be you."

Everything smashed completely then, leaving me in darkness.

DW

When I woke up, the colours... the colours were gone, completely. Everything looked like I was still wearing those glasses yet I could see them on the table. The Doctor was still asleep, behind me, his hand on the end of my hair, like he fell asleep stroking it, and as I sat up he stirred. "Jacey..."

"H, here..." I frowned, trying to think about the fact I could now not see the colours, the colours I'd been able to see since birth. "I, I can't see..."

That made him sit up, still using the sonic to scan me. "No, your vision is fine, love, what are you talking about?" Then he realised. "The colours. The colours are gone, your synesthesia."

"Why? Why are they gone?" I started crying, and he hugged me close, until I pulled back with a start, now able to see them again, the hum of the TARDIS now blue and lilac, telling me it was the next day, half 2 in the morning. I'd been asleep for a while. "T, they're back... But... They are always there, but they stopped for a moment..."

"Your mind is now open. You have so much control, baby. You can turn it off and on, and I think that you can probably manipulate the sounds, similar to the sonic. I remember a friend of mine who had a similar ability." He told me, stroking my hair and giving me a brave smile. "But no matter what, you're fine. You're you."

I pulled away, getting to my feet as Rose came into the room. I focused on her and the lights from the rest of the TARDIS faded so I could just see her heartbeat in her chest, individual bursts in pairs, that were then echoed throughout her body in her pulses, and it was amazing. "I'm like a bat, I can see sonar style. But with my synesthesia, it's colourful, your heart is pink but the pulses are green."

Rose blinked. "I'm not sure what's going on, but hey. Glad you're awake." She hugged me close. "You scared the hell out of us."

"I'm sorry, I, I wasn't expecting my vision to suddenly go like that, everything was spinning, and images refracted. Like I was looking through a broken mirror." I told her, so happy to have someone with me, who cared for me. "Got me out of my birthday though. "

"Ugh, no. I made cake, we're using it, but not until morning. Jacks got us to Cardiff, and Mickey's coming up for a visit." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Hey, he helped us last time, and he deserves to see me, and he's been asking about Jace. He cares about her."

That didn't really seem to help. "Rickey the Idiot. The man who really needs to get a life. He's not coming with us." He didn't want to come with us. "Rose, can you get Jace some food, she needs to eat. "

Rose nodded, and then went out, leaving me alone with him. "You know, I like Mickey." I told him, running my hands through my hair. "Plus, I'm not hungry."

"You're never hungry. And there's another thing a Time Lord does on their 15th Birthday, Jacey." He smiled, grabbing a brush and then pulling me over to get the knots combed through. "They pick a name, like I did with the Doctor, my wife, my ex wife, chose the Inspirer. There are a lot of names that you could chose, the Sonar, the Rainbow, the Bat."

"The Seer."

He blinked. "What? The Seer?" Then he considered it for a moment. "Yeah. I like it. The Seer. You don't have to use it, unless you want to. You're just Jace Smith, or Jace Monroe. But no matter what, I love you, and I hope that you're going to someday embrace it. Embrace being who you are."

And maybe he was right. Maybe being Time Lord was fine. Being one of a kind and with an amazing ability. And I was looking forward to being able to control it, to control sound like I was able to see it. And maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to be someone real.

I was Jace Smith, the Seer.