Urgh, I didn't realise how hard work college would be, I have to do sooooo much writing even though most of what I do is numbers. I really am mean to you; I have been updating all of my other stories but forgot this one! So here you go.
I sat with my legs hanging out of the TARDIS, a cup of herbal tea warming my hands. I breathed in deeply, feeling the small life move around my stomach and knowing that someday it would see the same sights that I see before me now. The Doctor came up behind me and I shuffled along to make room for him. He lowered himself slowly so he wouldn't spill his tea. He looked intensely at me for a couple of minutes, figuring out my mood.
"It's getting harder and harder to read your emotions." He commented eventually. I took a slow sip of my tea.
"That happens to be intentional; it's creepy knowing that you can psychically spy on me." I continued to sip my tea. "How did you know that you had to be in the same place to pick me up again?" I asked.
"I don't know. I just needed to make sure that we were in the same place." He placed his teacup behind him and turned his body towards me.
"Can I see?" He asked, his eyes reflecting the stars outside. I smiled and placed my teacup next to his. I slowly pushed my t-shirt up, showing the slight bump. The Doctor placed his hands lightly against the side. He slowly lowered his ear to my stomach, eventually pressing it against me.
"I can hear it." He whispered.
"I can't believe it's been 15 weeks already. We need a name."
"That we do. What kind of name should it be?" I understood the question, but thought about it.
"If we give it a Gallifrayan name he might end up in danger, but it can't be anything boring either. I mean, most parents say that, but our child really would be special." The Doctor pulled down my t-shirt, covering my bump, and went back to sipping his tea.
"How about a name from the 1890s?"
"Ok, what do you suggest?"
"Walter, Claude, Norman, Olive, Lucille, Viola. I could carry on, but I still need air to breath" He said all in one breath, I started to giggle.
"I like Walter, but not any of the girl names. How about Charlotte?"
"Yes, Walter and Charlotte. I have never understood why couples always argue about baby names."
"Well, that's probably because that the couples tend not to be bonded in a way that means that they think in practically the same way." The Doctor thought for a moment.
"That reminds me about your dreams. How do you think that you knew about me from when you were a little girl? Have you met me before?"
"I don't think so. Although, I remember once running through the woods, in my dream, being chased by giant lizards. You were on your own then." I suddenly felt sad, as if I had lost something, it took me a moment to realise it was the Doctor who actually felt sad. I shuffled a little closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you remember what happened before that?" I shook my head. "I had to leave behind a friend, I couldn't save him."
"Even a doctor can't save everybody. Sometimes it was meant to happen that way." A spark went off inside the Doctor's brain. He turned around, and kissed me on the forehead, before running off exclaiming that I was brilliant.
"I don't know why I didn't think of it before!" I stood up and closed the TARDIS doors before walking up behind him as he bounded around the console. I sighed and Jack walked in behind me.
"What got him excited?" I sighed again.
"Cadence is brilliant, that is what has me excited." He ran past us again. I had my hands in my jean pockets, trying very hard not to touch Jack.
"Why are you brilliant now?"
"I'm not sure. We were talking about baby names, then my dreams and then a memory, then I said something and this happened. I can't even remember what I said anymore." I clenched my hands into fists, the material of my jeans straining. Jack sorted my problem for me by sliding his left hand into my right pocket and taking my hand in his. I slowly relaxed, entwining my fingers with his. The Doctor started flipping switches and fiddling with buttons, beginning to fly the TARDIS. I didn't want to be thrown around much, so I leaned forward and flipped a switch.
"What does that do?" Jack asked
"It turns off the breaks." I whispered.
"I heard that!" The Doctor shouted after landing her. He started to run towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked, still not letting go of Jack hand.
"I have a baby to kidnap!" He closed the door behind himself, and by the sound of it, locked it too.
"Where'd he run off to?" Amy bounded down the stairs, Rory close behind.
"To kidnap a baby, apparently." Jack replied.
"Who wants dinner?" I asked, giving Jack's hand a squeeze before letting go. Everyone answered in the affirmative, so we made our way to the kitchen.
"What on earth did you do in here?" The Doctor asked when he finally came back. All four of us were lying on the ground covered in flour, eggs, sugar and practically everything else.
"We baked a cake!" Amy grinned and pointed to a small black lump on the ground. I stared at it before laughing again, which set off the rest of them. Eventually we all stopped laughing, only to realise that all our clothes, the exception being Jack's coat, were ruined.
"It's like living with children!" The Doctor moaned, which set us off yet again. This time even the Doctor joined in, although he didn't roll around on the floor clutching his ribs. By the time we were all on our feet, patting off as much gunk as we could, my hair was a mess and my t-shirt was sticking to me.
"I don't think I have ever laughed this much before in my life." I had a smile on my face, but my statement made the Doctor slightly sad.
"What's wrong?"
"Come on, you need a bath." The Doctor said quietly. I looked at the others before following him. They looked just as puzzled as I did.
I pulled off my sticky clothes, wrapping myself in the biggest towel I had ever seen. The Doctor walked back into the bedroom, which the TARDIS had made me, and motioned that the bath was ready. I followed him into the bathroom to see that the bath was full of bubbles. I smiled slightly. He turned around, his back facing me, so that I could get into the bath.
"I'm in."
"Good, good." He was still very quiet, it was getting quite unnerving.
"Cadence, I'm going to tell you a story of a Time Lord. I want you to listen, not to make any judgements until I'm finished, ok?" I nodded; worried that he was being very serious now. He sighed and sat down next to the bath tub, his back leaning against the edge. He was close enough that I could play with his hair, if I wanted.
"There once was a Time Lord, who lived on Gallifrey. This Time Lord was a coward and when the Time War came to pass, he ran away. He came to Earth and met many wonderful people, but sometimes he would make mistakes. People died, some people ended up living forever. But always, he left a gaping hole. Once, just once, he saw a young girl, long ago. She was poor, hungry and lived on the streets, so he helped her. Only, it didn't turn out the way he planned. He was going to give her enough knowledge that she could learn how to read and write and get a job somewhere. He left before he realised what he had done. When he gave her his knowledge, he left a small amount of himself behind, not enough that he would notice it, but enough to drive the young girl mad. However this is not where the story ends, it happens to get worse. Over the years the Time Lord came back to Earth, sometimes he would pass people, not noticing them. This young girl had enough of my energy to regenerate in her own way. She would die, and then come back as a baby. Each time the Time Lord passed this young girl, she gained more and more energy, until, in her most recent regeneration, she became psychic." I frowned, noticing that the Doctor had tears running down his face. He looked at me with such a sad look in his eyes.
"Then when the Time Lord realised what he had done, he went back and stole the young girl, abandoning her in front of an elderly couple's house, knowing that one day they would meet again." I understood that he was referring to us, but not what it meant.
"I'm the reason you are time-travelling. I made you ill and made your life a living hell for generations." Tears ran down my face, not because I was sad but because it was causing him distress.
"I can fix you, but I don't want to." He closed his eyes.
"Why don't you want to fix me?"
"If I fixed you, I would have to kill the baby."