Note to reader: This was written late, but I think it's pretty coherent if not, I'm sorry I'll edit it in that case. Also, writing for six talking people and a baby who can talk to The Doctor is no easy thing, so please don't expect perfection. So without any further ado, here is chapter 20. :-)

"Oh my god!" Anthony exclaimed upon seeing the console, he couldn't let go of Clara's arm fast enough and darted over to the scanner. Hopping up and down he tried to pull it so he could see it, but to no avail, it wasn't working he was still too short.

Clara seeing his rubbish attempts at reaching the scanner walked over to him, hoisted him in the air so he could see the screen. Clara too looked at it. It seemed as if there was a dot, signifying something where they were.

"What's the dot for?" he pointed at the screen.

"Either, they're trying to find you," she shrugged, "or The Doctor's gone weird again."

"He can stop?" His genuine surprise at that statement caused Clara to laugh so hard that she was bouncing Anthony around, "Clara! You're losing it." He crossed his little arms in front of his chest, "really, you really are losing it."

"The Doctor," she gasped, "can he-" she inhaled, "oh Anthony, you have no idea how great of a comment that was, do you?"

"It made you go all weird and crazy..." he was now staring at her with a drawn back expression.

"Oi!" She stopped laughing and looked at him, "I'm not all weird and crazy, just kinda weird and maybe a little crazy."

"Kinda? Little?"

"Whoo," she sighed and put him back on his feet, "you can tell what family you're from." He looked at her clearly confused, "sass. You've got lots and lots of sass." At this comment however he beamed.

"My parents said I must be telepathically linked with River."

"That would make sense," she nodded. "She certainly is sassy."

"Clara?" he looked up at her.

"Yes?" looking at him.

"Do you like River?" He shook his head, "I mean, is she cool? Do you think she's cool? Do you think she'll like me? Should I be afraid of her? Does she ever just do something you want to just - slap - her for? Does she ever talk too much? Does she ever listen? Is she a good friend? Is she a good wife? Do you think she'd make a good sister? Do you think she could ever be a mom?" He noticed Clara's face, "do I ask too many questions?"

"How old are you?"

"Seven - alll-almost eight."

"Ah," Clara nodded, "then nope, you definitely do not ask too many questions."

"Were you going to answer any of them?"

"What do you want to know? Wh-what, do you want to know most?"

"Do you think she'll be a good sister?" He seemed very worried by this question though Clara could not place it specifically on anything.

"I'd never though about it..." she figured she owed him the truth.

"That means no," his face was downcast almost immediately.

"Of course that doesn't mean no...why would that mean no?"

"You never thought about it," he sighed, "so she probably never did either."

"Whoa, kid, River and I are - pretty much - never on the same page."

"How do you know that? Do you guys like read the same book and one's slower than the other?"

"Oh," Clara'd forgotten just how much different it was to talk to someone his age than Artie and Angie. "We don't always think the same."

"Oh."

Clara wasn't quite sure he even understood, but she was gonna leave it like that for now.

"Where is everyone?"

"I have...no idea," Clara was looking around the console area and craning her neck to see down the hallways.

"Doctor, I think your scanner was wrong," it was Rory.

"No," he was placing a lot of emphasis on that no. "My scanner was working just fine, wasn't it River?"

Anthony perked up and Clara could tell he was getting excited.

"Oh don't bring her into your little argument," Amy was sounding annoyed. "You two, I've never heard you argue like this."

"He's telling me my TARDIS is broken!"

"Yeah Amy, and he's telling me that 'nothing is every wrong with my baby.'"

"There is nothing wrong with my baby," he paused, "or the TARDIS either."

"Oi! Shut up!"

The two shut up immediately.

For the next minute Clara and Anthony waited for the group to come back. Upon entering they all noticed Clara standing with Anthony who was frozen in place.

"Aha!" The Doctor exclaimed, "Clara took him!" Clara's hands flew to her hips.

"Clara did nothing. Oi! He was lost in the library, where I just so happened to be." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"So that's where you've been," The Doctor stated, "why've you been there?"

"Um," she gestured to everyone but Anthony, "felt out of place, didn't know what to say..." she shifted all her weight to one leg, "and maybe I just wanted some alone time, is that alright with you?"

"Well, I - I - I - I...guess if you want some time alone," The Doctor was wringing his hands together, "but you could've just said that."

"Ahem!" River cleared her throat. "You two mind, I don't know, shutting up?" They looked at her and she glared at them, "mum finally got Amelia to sleep again, so please, act like grownups." The Doctor took a step toward her and opened his mouth to say something, but River beat him, "oh don't even try to argue with me mister, or someone will be sleeping in the dog house."

"Why would I sleep in a dog house? The TARDIS has quite a lovely bedroom - you would know."

"It's a figure of speech, moron." Amy was shaking her head and Rory in attempt to get in his wife's good graces again was shaking his head in agreement, though he stopped as soon as he met her gaze.

"River?" Anthony finally spoke up.

"No, Doctor." He opened his arms to Anthony.

"River?" he asked again.

"Yes. That's me."

"I've been waiting forever to meet you!" He rushed forward past The Doctor's open arms and into River's.

"Well, that's not," he looked at all the faces but River's in the room, "but I'm The Doctor."

"Oh shut up," River shook her head at him and pulled Anthony up into her arms. "So you're the brother I've been told all about?" He nodded, clearly too starstruck to speak.

"Doctor, is very lost," he looked at Anthony, "very confused. You went to River first?"

Rory patted him on the shoulder, "face it Doctor, they'll always prefer their mothers."

"Oh no they won't." The Doctor walked over to Amy and picked Amelia up into his arms. "She is gonna be a daddy's girl and not go to her mother for everything." Amelia opened her eyes.

"Great, you woke her up." River shook her head at him.

Momma's fun though.

"Oi! I'm fun too!"

Everyone in the room looked at The Doctor.

But momma sings to me.

"I can sing too!" Everyone in the room smiled, but held in their laughter.

Oh, I thought you were crying.

"You and Stormegeddon must be soul mates."

"Doctor?" Anthony was looking at him with a very confused expression, "how do you know what she's saying?"

At the same time that The Doctor said, "I speak baby," the rest of the room said, "he speaks baby." Only difference was River added, "and it's bloody annoying." The Doctor glared at her briefly.

"Well, Anthony Pond -"

"Williams," everyone but Rory corrected.

"That's not how it works."

"Thank you Rory. Rory the Roman." He turned on the spot and kissed Rory on the forehead which he managed to barely get because he was still holding onto Amelia. The women were shaking their heads and Clara couldn't seem to care less.

"So were you in the library the whole time?" River asked Clara.

"No, not the whole time."

The TARDIS mad a funny noise that they'd never heard her make before.

"Is she - laughing?" Amy looked at the ceiling as did everyone else.

"Probably," Clara shook her head, "she made me burn two perfectly good soufflés." The TARDIS made the noise again, "okay so they both were rubbish."

"Interesting...Rory Pond," he held out Amelia who Rory took, "Anthony, why's River so special?"

"She's my sister," he explained simply.

"Yeah? Well I'm your brother-in-law. Brother-in-laws are cool."

"But you didn't grow up with stories about how cool she is!"

"Of course not, she grew up hearing stories about me. She killed me even!"

"In all fairness - I didn't really know much of anything then," River interrupted.

"And she did save your life..." Rory interjected.

"It's true," said Amy and Clara together.

"Why do I feel like it's the Ponds and Clara versus me right now?"

"Because that's how your big head is seeing it."

"I do not have a big head!"

"Have you checked lately?" Amy retorted.

"What, like in a mirror?"

"No, not a mirror," River rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Go give him a hug," she set Anthony down, "or we're gonna hear about this for another hour at least."

Anthony walked over to The Doctor and extended his hand.

"Doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled.

"I get a handshake?" He was flabbergasted.

"Nice bowtie," he was being sarcastic.

The Doctor straightened his tie, "it is isn't it?" With a smile, "bowties are cool aren't they?"

Nope. Never have been never will be.

The Doctor spun around and looked at Amelia who Rory was still holding, and shook his head.

"She said they're not, didn't she?" River asked him with a smile.

"She just doesn't appreciate them yet."

"Face it Doctor, no one will ever appreciate or like bowties as much as you." Amy was nodding in agreement with Clara.

"But bowties are cool."

The room erupted in laughter, as the Doctor walked over to the scanner punched in a date and started pushing buttons, flicking switches and turning knobs.

"Where are we going?" River stopped laughing to ask.

"An airplane, in space, with dinosaurs."

"Really?" Anthony perked up.

River, the Ponds and Clara were all shaking their heads. River walked up to The Doctor, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "you are ridiculous," in his ear before stepping over to Clara to give her a hug.

"Glad to have you back in the chaos with us." Then she smiled and Clara smiled back.