I am a bad, bad person, I am really sorry. I'll try to make it up to you. I have all these new ideas and other stuff happens and then I forget about you.
Cadence had been quiet since I told her the story about my younger self. I couldn't tell if she was thinking or avoiding me, she had managed to blank her mind. I could only feel the confusion that was clear on her face. I stood up and patted down my trousers, making sure they didn't have any dust on them. I blushed, deeply, when I realised that quite a lot of the bubbles had burst and Cadence was too preoccupied to notice.
"Erm…" I cleared my throat. "I'm going to leave you alone now." I practically ran out of the bathroom, my two hearts thudding harder than was normal. Jack chose that exact moment to walk past me.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, making a move to go past me and into the bathroom.
"Nothing's wrong, Cadence is taking a bath." I looked pointedly at Jack, who was still covered in stuff. He looked down at himself, frowning as if he had only just noticed.
"I think I may have a shower too." He ran a hand through his hair, grounding the flour in further.
"Please, you're covering the TARDIS in gunk." Jack smiled and turned away. I took a deep breath and started walking back towards the console room.
When I had finally started fiddling with the controls there was a loud clang, through no fault of my own I may add, and a VERY heavily pregnant Cadence stumbled up the stairs towards the console. She looked as if she was going to fall down so I put my arms around her to steady her. Her hair was longer and not damp from the bath.
"Hello, you." She said a little breathlessly and then flinched, as if in pain.
"What's wrong, Cadence?" I asked concern in my voice. She glared at me.
"I'm in freaking labour!" She started to pant and flinched again.
"In labour?! Rory!" I practically screamed, my voice breaking slightly. He came running a moment later, wearing only a towel around his waist, Amy was following closely behind wearing a dressing gown. She was looking at him funny, almost as if she would eat him.
"What's wrong, Doctor?"
"Cadence is in labour!" My voice squeaked again.
"Already?" He took a proper look at her. "You're near the end of your pregnancy, you weren't like that earlier." He sounded a little panicked. Cadence looked as if she was about to vomit and then vanished. Rory turned around, looking for her. Cadence rushed through the corridor door, wearing a towelling robe, looking startled.
"I heard screaming, what happened?" Her eyes were wide, Rory ran up to her, placing a hand against her stomach.
"She's back to the way she was before." His astonishment was clear in his eyes.
"What do you mean? I haven't changed." There was a small puddle forming beneath Cadence, where the water from her bath was dripping. I began running through the scenarios in my head. I kept returning to one.
"I think the Cadence from the future travelled back in time, ending up here in the TARDIS."
"You mean there was another me? I could have had a fantastic conversation and no-one thought to get me sooner?"
"I'm not sure you would have been very good conversation, actually. You were in labour."
"Oh." Cadence patted herself down a little, trying to dry herself off a little. Amy and Rory were just staring at her.
"You heard screaming, and all you can think about is how great conversation you are?"
"Well, yeah. I'm sure Amy would agree that the best conversation is yourself." Amy was nodding, probably remembering the time the TARDIS materialised inside itself. Jack walked out from the hallway, took one look at us all and sighed.
"What did I miss?"
"Ceecee went into labour." Jack frowned and looked at Cadence.
"You're not in labour, are you?"
"It wasn't me; it was a me from the future." I noticed that Cadence had gone back to the habit of wearing her fingerless gloves. Rory seemed to realise that he was wearing almost nothing; he blushed, and left the room. Amy followed behind him. I continued to fiddle with the TARDIS whilst Cadence and Jack stood, awkwardly staring at each other. I pretended not to take notice. Cadence made a small motion to the hallway behind her.
"I should probably get dressed." She said quietly before leaving. Jack watched her leave and then sauntered to where I was standing, tugging at the consoles pathetically.
"So, Ceecee travelled here?" he asked as casually as he could. I gave a small nod. "Why?"
"How am I to know?" Jack gave me a glare, showing that he did actually know me. "I think that when she went into labour that whatever is causing her to travel pulled her here, to the safety of the TARDIS." I glanced up at him. He was looking thoughtful.
"At least we know the rough time when it actually happens. We can prepare for it, and it means that her baby isn't premature." Jack was still smearing gunk over the console and I made my distaste clear on my face. "Oh, alright." Jack stormed away. Cadence skipped through the archway, fully dressed. I took a good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a pair of sturdy black boots, a pair of knee-length shorts, a white shirt with a high collar, and to my great joy, a checked black and white bowtie. When she saw me looking, she jiggled the tie, and started to giggle.
"Bowties are cool."
