It was a beautiful day outside. The sky was perfectly clear blue, and the grass was green in the open park. A man stood in the middle of it, slowly spinning in awe. His eyes had a glassy, drugged look to them, and just at the corner of his lips, was the mark of red lipstick. Three men walk up to the man. The older one in the middle was in an evening jacket. He was the boss, but instead of holding a gun, he held a handkerchief, and used it to wipe the lipstick of the face of the man who was in a daze.

"It's a beautiful day," the young man with the lipstick print said, only it wasn't, really. It was only a beautiful day for him, because he was under an illusion, and the three men who were aware of the fact that they were actually standing in the corridor of a spaceship knew exactly why.

"Hallucinogenic lipstick," the older boss man observed, his face turning hard, knowing what was coming. "She's here."

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In another corridor of the spaceship, the woman in question strutted down the hallway in red high heels like she owned the place, her long black dress flowing around her ankles. She stopped in front of a door, pulled out a gun from her bag, and fired at the lock. The door slid open to reveal a black cube with a hole through its center, and the woman walked up to it, tilting the cube so the top faced her. She charged up her gun, changing its setting to become a blowtorch, and began writing symbols into the cube.

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12,000 years later, Amy was stubbornly following around the Doctor through a medieval looking museum as he gave out his opinions of all the objects on display. "Wrong! Wrong!" The Doctor said, pointing at the cases as he walked around them. "Bit right, mostly wrong. I love museums."

"Yeah, great. Can we go to a planet now? Big space ship, Churchill's bunker...? You promised me a planet next. When is Nova getting back?" she complained. The Doctor explained everything he knew about Nova to her and where she went. It made perfect sense to Amy, and she knew that Nova would come back. The Doctor, on the other hand, seemed really jittery about it.

"I don't know about her," he waved off nervously. "But this, Amy, this isn't any old asteroid. It's the Delirium Archive, final resting place of the headless monks, the biggest museum ever," he told her, as he rushed around the displays and peered into them.

"You've got a time machine, what do you need museums for?" Amy wondered, barely glancing at the artifacts she passed by.

"Wrong! Very wrong!" The Doctor exclaimed, pointing accusingly at one of the cases, before running up to another one. "Oooh, one of mine," he moved on to another one, "Also one of mine."

Amy stopped at that glass and peered down into it. "Oh, I see. It's how you keep score." She figured, but the Doctor had already moved his attention to the next display case, and seemed to be really intrigued by it. He walked all around it and rested his clasped hands on top of the display case, peering down at it with concentration.

"Oh great, an old box." Amy stated, looking down at the rustic box with foreign symbols on it, clearly unimpressed.

"It's from one of the old starliners. A Home Box." The Doctor explained to her.

Amy propped up an arm and leaned on it. "What's a Home Box?"

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home Box flies home, with all the flight data." The Doctor explained to her.

"So?" Amy asked, trying her best to seem interested, although at the moment, she really didn't care. She wanted Nova back, so they could see a planet.

"The writing, the graffiti- Old High Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords. There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple Gods," he echoed proudly.

Maybe Amy was slightly intrigued now. "What does it say?"

The Doctor swallowed his pride a little. "Hello, sweetie."

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When the woman finished perfectly etching the symbols onto the box, she lowered her glasses and winked at the security camera, before walking away. Two armed guards turned the corner and stopped, raising their rifles as their boss in a suit and tie approached more sedately, standing between the two men, glaring at the woman before him. "Party's over, Doctor Song."

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The alarm bells rang as the Doctor ran to the TARDIS with the old box in hand, Amy following close behind. The Doctor sent them into flight and then hooked up the box to the console.

"Why are we doing this?" Amy asked him, only slightly out of breath from running from security.

"Cause someone on a space ship 12,000 years ago is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security playback working." The Doctor hooked up one last wire to the box, and sure enough, the TARDIS monitor above sparked to life with grainy black-and-white footage of the woman, River Song, winking at the camera. Amy smiled a little and the Doctor turned something on the box. The image switched to River Song at the door, and there was a man's voice in the background.

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"The party's over, Doctor Song," The man in the suit and tie said. "Yet you're still on board."

River Song turned around to face him. "Sorry, Alistair. I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what's down there? Any of you? Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach its destination."

Alistair pretended to be unfazed. "Wait till she runs. Don't make it look like an execution." He told his men, not looking away from River Song.

River shrugged and looked at her watch. "Triple-seven, five… "

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The Doctor and Amy were carefully listening in to River on the monitor as she continued reading out the code. "…slash, three, four, nine by ten, zero, twelve, slash, acorn. Oh, and I could do with an air corridor."

The Doctor quickly went to type on the keyboard. "What was that, what did she say?" Amy asked him, as he rushed around on the console.

"Co-ordinates!"

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River Song smirked. "Like I said on the dance floor, you might want to find something to hang on to!"

Alistair was confused for a moment, until he noticed the timer beside the door begin to beep frantically. Realizing what was about to happen, him and his guards grabbed hold to the pipes on the wall, nearly blown away as River blew one last kiss, flying out of the open doors.

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The Doctor let out a triumphant whoop and opened the doors to the TARDIS, materializing it mid-space right behind River Song. He reached out his hand and caught River Song as she landed on top of him, knocking them to the floor.

"Doctor?" Amy asked him.

"River?" The Doctor asked, as they stood up and looked out the door.

"Follow that ship!" River told him.

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Believe it or not, my least favorite part of my job isn't the crippling guilt of testing on stolen objects or the limitations I have from the outside world. Nope. Those are the weird things that I'm used to, and now that I've gotten so accustomed to doing weird stuff, the one thing I hate the most is the normal thing− FILING.

Yes, contrary to popular belief, the United States Government of the early 21st century has not yet developed holographic storage, and even though we do have thousands of computers, those can be hacked into and deleted in just a matter of seconds. So we're still required to file things, because those are surprisingly harder to destroy. Especially since we keep them in the underground storage unit that feels more like a giant refrigerator.

I can figure out missing DNA nuclides perfectly, all while worrying about the safety of Dylan while he's on a mission. But apparently, I can't file without getting a stupid paper cut while worrying about getting back to the Doctor.

"Ouch! Ugh," I pouted, looking at the small dot of blood coming from my pinky finger and sucked on it.

"You alright?" Dylan asked me, a few feet down to my right. The storage room was lit a dim yellow and red like an old library, and it almost looked like one from afar. It was huge in here, probably the size of a football field, with years and years of information locked away, and space for more. Dylan was working with me on the new boxes, since apparently I need time to 'psychologically recuperate after the tragic mishap,' or something lame like that, before working on another project. And poor Dylan was stuck with me, being my partner.

"Yeah, no, fine. I just hate these files, and they hate me right back." I complained. "This is so sad. Who usually does this?"

Dylan shrugged and walked over to me. "I don't know, actually. They probably have a way to do it and aren't telling us." He took my hand and looked at it closely.

"Dylan, it's just a paper cut." I told him, almost laughing.

He grinned at me. "I know. Just making sure there wasn't any psychological damage," he joked, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the cut.

I laughed a little and tried not to blush. "Oh, shut up."

He laughed a little too and then the room went silent. "I−"

The door opening on the floor above us cut off Dylan. Meredith walked in, looking down at us through the balcony. "Shift's over, you guys." She told us.

I ran up the staircase and hugged her. "Oh thank god. You saved my life. I was DYING down there, Mer," I told her, and she hugged me back.

"You're so dramatic, Scarlette," she rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "Hey, do you think I can sleepover tonight, by the way? It's been a while."

I widened my eyes at the thought, and then smiled, hoping it wasn't too obvious. I absolutely had to go back, I felt bad for leaving Amy and the Doctor, but I still wasn't 100% sure how long I would be gone for. I shrugged anyway. "Yeah, of course. Just let me check with my Dad."

"Okay." She pat my shoulder, "It's a half-day. Go home." she laughed at me.

"Yeah, yes. Going home!" I exclaimed, dashing out the door before anyone could say anything else to keep me behind for one more second.

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Amy stood hanging on to the console, observing as the Doctor and River maneuvered the TARDIS. She was trying not to fall over due to the TARDIS shaking around. Maybe she should take off her shoes, like this River woman had. She was still trying to figure it all out. This woman magically knew how to fly the TARDIS, and seemed so comfortable with it all that she even hooked her heels on the TARDIS monitor.

"They've gone into warp drive, we're losing them! Stay close!" River ordered the Doctor, who was pulling levers and pushing buttons all over the place.

"I'm trying!" he complained.

"Use the stabilizers!" River ordered again.

"It doesn't have stabilizers!" The Doctor complained back.

"The blue switches!"

"The blue ones don't do anything, they're just...blue!"

"Yes, they're blue, they're blue stabilizers!" River explained, switching them on herself. As soon as she did, the ship stopped wobbling around and everything became quiet and normal. "See?"

"Yeah, well, it's just boring now, isn't it? They're boring-ers." The Doctor complained, not appreciating being beaten at his own game, jabbing the buttons over and over. "They're blue boring-ers!"

Amy still wasn't getting it, and went up to the Doctor and whispered to him. "Doctor, how come she can fly the TARDIS?"

The Doctor was still mad. "You call that flying the TARDIS? Ha!" he replied aloud. He went off to the pilot's seat and sat there, sulking.

"Okay! I've mapped the probability vectors, done a fold-back on the temporal isometry, charted the ship to its destination, and parked us right along side." River said casually, pressing a button as a small gong sound was heard. Amy had her mouth open slightly, in shock. Who was this woman?

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This time, I made sure to actually go into my room and lock the door. I was about to leave when something spotted my eye. I took some in my hand, and then pressed the crystal on my necklace again.

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"...charted the ship to its destination, and parked us right along side." I heard a voice say, and I immediately started panicking as I recognized who it was.

"What the," I began, but I couldn't continue with the sharp pain I felt in the front of my head, and also in my stomach. I looked down at my hands and was thankful that the saltwater taffy I brought with me from my room made it through.

"Nova!" I heard three people shout at once, all with different tones of voice. Amy sounded relieved, the Doctor sounded shocked, and River sounded... worried.

I felt someone spin me towards them, and I finally focused my eyes with the pain subsiding, and realized it was River Song. The River Song, and she sounded worried about me. "Nova, are you alright now?" she asked me. My eyes widened upon both seeing her, and also, her worrying about my well being.

"Don't touch her!" The Doctor shouted to River, tugging me back by the arm.

"She's my best friend, Doctor. Who are you to her?" River asked, smirking almost as if knowing he didn't have a response.. The Doctor let go of me, but I walked over to Amy, who was still standing there in shock. There was no way River was my best friend. Sure, I don't know my personal future—but I know hers, and she ends up marrying the Doctor. I travel around with him, and apparently for a while if she knows me. Why would she be my best friend? Shouldn't she be mad at me for going around all of time and space with her husband?

"What's happening?" I asked Amy, even though I kind of knew. She shrugged and shook her head, while River responded for me.

"I just parked us."

"Parked us? We haven't landed." The Doctor argued.

"Of course we've landed. I just landed her." River responded, as the episode I was about to go through kicked in. This was the episode with the weeping angels, where Amy got one stuck in her eye or something.

I only had to think about it for a few seconds. I wasn't going to let that happen. What happened before with the daleks was my fault, and really, I hadn't changed a single thing. I made the bomb faster, but in the end I stopped it. There was no difference… but there had to be. I had to be here for a reason. I mean, it's not like I would be stealing Amy's lines if I were to get hurt instead of her, because no one would say the lines in the first place. I would say something different, and Amy would say something different too, and wouldn't be in danger. Then hopefully I could be useful.

"But it didn't make the noise." The Doctor argued back, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What noise?"

"You know, the..." The Doctor made a wheezing sound, trying to mimic the TARDIS noise.

"It's not supposed to make that noise. You leave the brakes on." River Song pointed out.

"Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Come along, Pond, Nova, let's have a look." The Doctor walked towards the doors, but Amy and I just stood there looking at each other, both of us still unsure of what was happening.

"No, wait! Environment checks." River interrupted, looking back to the monitor.

"Oh, yes, sorry! Quite right. Environment checks," the Doctor mocked, sticking his head out the door. "Nice out."

River rolled her eyes and ignored him. "We're somewhere in the Garn Belt. There's an atmosphere. Early indications suggest..."

"We're on Alfava Metraxis, the seventh planet of the Dundra System. Oxygen-rich atmosphere, toxins in the soft band, 11-hour day, and… " The Doctor stuck his head out the door again, "chances of rain later."

"He thinks he's so hot when he does that," River said to Amy and I, shaking her head.

"How come you can fly the TARDIS?" Amy asked River, as the Doctor went to sit back in the pilot's chair again.

"Oh, I had lessons from the very best." River chirped.

The Doctor sat a little more smugly in his chair, smiling. "Well... yeah."

"It's a shame you were busy that day," River called to him. "Though Nova was the perfect teacher," she smiled to me, and I guessed she was probably just messing around. I didn't know how to do anything, so there's no way I actually could have taught her. River picked up her shoes that were hanging from the TARDIS monitor and walked over to the door. "Right then. Why did they land here?"

"They didn't land here." the Doctor interjected, getting up from his chair and following her. Amy and I looked to each other for a moment, and then decided to follow also.

"Sorry?" River asked.

"You should've checked the Home Box- it crashed." The Doctor told her. As soon as River stepped outside, the Doctor slammed the door behind her and walked back over to the console.

Amy followed him back, but I stayed by the door and slowly opened it as quietly as I could, and went out next to stand next to River. In front of us was a giant smoking spaceship that had crashed into what looked like an old, stone building. A few areas were still on fire, debris scattered all around the beach, the sunlight faintly glowing through the cloudy sky.

"I know," River called to me, not turning her back, even though I was standing behind her.

I walked to her side and crossed my arms. "Know what?"

"I know that you are a Time Lord, and that you remember Gallifrey but not really, because you still jump back to a different universe where you work at Area 51 as a scientist named Scarlette and love a TV show which allows you to know all about the Doctor's adventures. I also know that you can't tell him." She recited to me.

"Have you been practicing that?" I asked her, both in defense and for the fact that it honestly sounded rehearsed.

She chuckled a little. "You warned me that this was going to be my first time meeting you. And I think there's something you need to know."

"What?" I asked, intrigued at the fact that I informed her ahead of time, and the fact that she didn't seem to totally hate me for flying around with her husband. And also, her in general.

She sighed and finally turned to face me and looked me right in the eye. "The threat of Prisoner Zero is real, very real. You have to be careful, Nova. When you were captured in its dream state it implanted some sort of triggered virus in your brain that it can control, all about the Doctor. You can't tell him anything. Zero and the Silence don't care much about anyone else, but you can't tell me or Amy or anyone else what's going to happen either, because the timelines would mess up far too much. Do you understand?" she asked me, very seriously.

"Wait, and the silence?" I worried, paying close attention to every single word she was saying.

She shook her head, almost at herself, for the slip-up, but this was River Song. Maybe it was on purpose. "Yes, Nova. That's why Prisoner Zero did that in the first place, a deal with the silence."

Now I was shaking my head. "But how could the silence have even known… that doesn't make any sense!" I complained, trying to urge her to reveal more so I could figure it out.

Suddenly, her tone became very harsh. "Nova, I've already said too much. I can't tell you anything else. You can't say anything, understand?"

"Yes, mom." I told replied mockingly, even though I was terrified at the information. I guessed as much about the timelines and knew that the Prisoner Zero did something weird after I choked on the Starship UK, but I didn't know how serious it was, and I wasn't really sure if it was just me. Behind me, I faintly heard the sound of the TARDIS doors opening and knew that Amy and the Doctor had just stepped out.

River Song smiled at me. "Oh, look at you! You're adorable this young- sarcasm as a defense mechanism. It's cute."

"I−" I shut my mouth as soon as I opened it, realizing I was about to retort with sarcasm. Maybe River Song really did know me, but I still hardly believed that she was my best friend. "What am I when I'm older, then?"

"Sexy," she chided smugly. If I had been sipping water, I probably would have spit it out right now. River told the Doctor that I was her best friend, but neither of us know her that well. I knew how she was supposed to be, what she went through and what she was going to go through, but I knew absolutely nothing about what my relationship with her was, or is, or will be. She could be easily lying, but I couldn't really tell if it mattered.

"What caused it to crash? Not me." River continued, announcing to the Doctor behind her.

"Nah, the airlock would've sealed seconds after you blew it. According to the Home Box, the warp engines had a phase-shift. No survivors." The Doctor recalled, walking up to us as Amy stood cautiously behind.

"A phase-shift would have to be sabotage. I did warn them." River shrugged.

"About what?" I asked her, but she only raised her eyebrows.

River began typing in the small device she was holding. "Well, at least the building was empty. Aplan temple. Unoccupied for centuries." I almost shuddered at her statement. That building is very much occupied.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Amy asked the Doctor.

"Amy Pond, Professor River Song." The Doctor introduced. "Nova, do you know her?"

I looked to River for help, and she raised her eyebrows at me. I guess it was my decision. "Uhh... spoilers?" I tried, and River Song laughed, while the Doctor seemed to have a concentrated look on his face.

"Oh, you are cute. But it's not your thing, darling." River objected.

"Then what is my thing?" I asked. Saying 'spoilers' seemed like an easy cheat.

"Usually it's something like 'Uhh' or 'Umm' and then changing the subject. Works just fine." She assured me, before turning back to the Doctor and gasping. "Wait, I'm going to be a Professor some day, am I? How exciting!" She chuckled, as the Doctor winced at letting his mistake slip. "Spoilers," she winked to me, before getting back to her device.

"Yeah, but who is she and how did she do that? She just left you a note in a museum!" Amy tried whispering to the Doctor, but River and I heard her perfectly. The Doctor held his finger to his lips and made a 'Shh' sound to Amy, before walking away.

"Two things always guaranteed to show up in a museum: The Home Box of category four starliner and, sooner or later," River turned to Amy, "him. It's how he keeps score."

"I know!" Amy laughed, and I smiled a little too.

"Hilarious, isn't it?" River agreed.

The Doctor walked up behind us with a fake stressed laugh. "Ha ha ha ha, I'm nobody's taxi service! I'm not gonna catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship." The Doctor pointed, scolding River.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, smirking. "And you are so wrong." The Doctor turned away, but River continued. "There's a thing in the belly of that ship that can't ever die."

The Doctor looked to her with an intrigued look, and River raised her eyebrows before turning back to Amy and I. "Now he's listening!" she noted, before holding up her device to her ear like a phone. "You lot in orbit yet? Yeah, I saw it land. I'm at the crash site. Try and home in on my signal." She walked away as she continued talking to them, and then turned back, holding her device up. "Doctor, can you sonic me? I need to boost the signal so we can use it as a beacon."

The Doctor begrudgingly pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his inner jacket pocket and used it on River's communication device. Amy looked smug throughout the entire process, the Doctor looked angry, River looked confused, and I tried my best to mask my worry and act normal.

"Ooh, Doctor! You soniced her!" Amy gushed mockingly.

"We have a minute. Shall we?" River called, pulling out her diary from her bag and opening it. "Where were we up to? Have we done the Bone Meadows?"

"What's the book?" Amy asked.

"Stay away from it." The Doctor ordered.

"I like the TARDIS design." I commented, trying to lighten up the mood as much as I could.

"What is it though?" Amy asked again, everyone ignoring my comment, yet again.

"Her diary," The Doctor said.

"Our diary," River corrected. "Nova's, too, technically. You really should keep one, dear. Out of all of us."

"Does it look like I have time? I barely have time to eat!" I complained, pulling out saltwater taffy from my pocket again and unwrapping it.

"It's her past, my... future. And I guess now it's Nova's too. Time travel. We keep meeting in the wrong order," he explained to Amy.

In the distance, four columns of dust gathered, and four soldiers in desert camouflage appeared from them. The commander walked up to River Song. "You promised me an army, Doctor Song."

"No. I promised you the equivalent of an army. This is the Doctor, and Nova." The Doctor gave a lighthearted salute, and I just smiled and waved at the man, still chewing my saltwater taffy.

He shook both of our hands. "Father Octavian, sir, ma'am. Bishop, second class. 20 clerics at my command. The troops are already in the drop ship and landing shortly. Doctor Song was helping us with a covert investigation. Has Doctor Song explained what we're dealing with?"

"Doctor, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?" River asked calmly, as the Doctor stared back at her with a tense look on his face.

I looked at the men before me, and then at Amy, and I knew what I had to do.

A/N: Oh god, what is Nova going to get herself into? Well I'll tell you, it changes a lot of things. I'm SO excited for you guys to read these next few chapters, I'm really proud of them! I hope you enjoy them :)

I'd just like to say a HUGE thank you to all of you. I'm going through some things right now and you all are so welcoming and nice it helps me forget about it all. I could go on forever so honestly, just thank you all so much for everything! I hope I continue to make you guys happy with this story too :)

The next update should be on Friday, but the thing is that my grandma isn't doing very well, so honestly I don't know. But Friday is the plan.