When a Good Man Falls

The Doctor aimed the sonic at Amy, standing before him in her jeans and red plaid shirt, his setting set to melt the Flesh that he was certain she was. This wasn't Amy, this was a Ganger, he knew it was, it HAD to be, the scans had said that she was, that she was pregnant but not pregnant. He didn't even have to scan her with the sonic, now having a trace of the Flesh, to know. All the signs were there, her lack of change in clothes, how she was both pregnant and not pregnant, how she saw that woman with the eye patch. It was all reality bleeding through.

And now…he had to break the signal.

He had to wake her up wherever she was, because she deserved to be awake. There was an…odd signal that was interfering with the TARDIS, he'd noticed it when Angel brought it to his attention after they'd dealt with Idris, the woman having spotted it when putting in the firewall. They'd traced it, all the way through time and space, to a base called Demons Run, an asteroid. And now…he was afraid they had Amy, they had to have, why else would the signal be hitting the TARDIS?

He flicked the sonic on, trying to ignore the tears in Amy's eyes…when nothing happened, the ginger girl just stood there, perfectly fine, perfectly solid and not a melted mess on the floor.

"But…I don't understand?" he frowned, bashing the sonic on his hand, "You're Flesh!"

"I'm not Flesh," Amy rolled her eyes.

Angel frowned, eyeing the girl…she'd seen it all in the Doctor's mind, all his thoughts about the Flesh, the tests, the reasons why he thought she wasn't real…and felt her hearts breaking, terrified that…that maybe it wasn't AMY that was the Ganger.

"Doctor?" Angel called hesitantly, her voice shaking.

But he ignored her, "You're Flesh!" he insisted to Amy, "I ran the tests!"

"Um…I don't think she is Doctor," Rory stepped back to Amy's side, though his gaze was pulled to Angel, the woman seeming pale and frightened.

"Well that's just…cheating!" he huffed, before stalking to the TARDIS, "Then why are they broadcasting their signal here?" he wondered…pouting a moment before grinning, "Only one way to find out!" he ran around the console, pulling levers and pushing buttons, not seeing Angel slowly make her way to the jump seat, as though in a daze. Amy came to help him, though Rory went over to Angel to check on her.

"And…we're here!" he cheered as the TARDIS set down with a thump. He grabbed Amy's hand and pulled her to the doors.

"Doctor wait!" Rory shouted, his eyes wide as he turned from talking to Angel, the girl hunched over, her head in her hands, "I just…" he glanced at Angel, "Shouldn't we…make sure no one's out there with guns?" he supplied genuinely not sure how to bring up Angel's fears to the man when it seemed they were about to find out anyway.

"Yeah Doctor," Amy agreed, "I don't want to nearly get shot by Americans again."

"I ran a scan," he waved them off, "No life signs onboard save for three people. Which, given the four of us, we can handle. Now come on!" he grinned running out of the TARDIS.

Angel sighed, taking a deep breath before she stood, starting to follow.

"Angel…" Rory began.

"I need to know Rory," she whispered, she needed to know if her fears were founded, she needed to know who was out there, what was out there.

Rory nodded solemnly and followed her out, seeing Amy had already stepped out with the Doctor. They were in a large hanger sort of room, dark, nearly empty, and they would have thought it was abandoned if not for a single light on in a room on an upper level. They could see it from there, the stark whiteness of the room above. The light was making it even brighter, the single illuminated thing in the darkness.

"Well," the Doctor remarked as they stared up at it, "I don't have to be you Angel to know that's where we ought to go," he grinned and pulled out the sonic to scan ahead, making sure no one was there as they crept quietly through the base.

It was odd, it was really odd, how empty it was, how desolate and abandoned. For a church-run army base, there should have been people there, weapons of some sort, leftover bits…but there was nothing. There was hardly any light, any sound, anything at all, save for the soft whirr of the Doctor's sonic as they moved.

Angel swallowed hard though, starting to hug herself at how dark it was, she had…never liked the dark, at all, ever. But then…she looked over and felt someone take her hand, Rory. He looked at her, concerned, and squeezed her hand, he knew about her fear of the dark, she'd told him so. She told him a lot when they'd talk and they always did, talk that is, about a lot of things, everything really. He knew, right now, she was really and truly afraid, not just of what was coming but of the dark in general.

She offered him a small smile of thanks when they reached a door at the top of the stairs they'd been climbing, the light visible from just under it. Two large, dark doors all that stood between them and finding out what was inside that room, the room the signal the TARDIS had found was coming from.

"Ready?" the Doctor looked at the others, grinning despite the fact he himself felt nervous as well.

"Geronimo," Amy smiled, though…she was nervous too, it was like they could all tell that something through that door would change everything.

The Doctor flashed the door and they ran in…stopping short at the sight before them and turning to stare at Angel.

Angel blinked, feeling tears in her eyes before she stepped past them to the person lying in an advanced harness before them, flat on her back, her stomach well and truly swollen, black hair contrasting against the stark whiteness of the room, making angel shake her head as she dropped her hands to her stomach, wrapping them around her not quite as round. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening…

But there was only one way that SHE could be lying on that harness right at that very moment…the real her was unconscious and controlling a Ganger, HER.

"Angel," Rory breathed, "Is that you?"

"What's going on Doctor?" Amy shook her head.

But the Doctor just stared Angel, horrified.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Amy demanded again.

"Angel…" the Doctor just looked at her.

Angel shook her head, "I don't…I didn't…" she couldn't even form complete sentences she was so shocked to see herself lying there, connected to a harness. She looked at her hands, they look like her hands, she felt like this was her, and yet…that person lying before her…she could tell, she just knew it was her, it was the real her.

Amy hadn't been the Ganger all that time, it had been HER.

"Doctor…" she looked at him, completely terrified.

He just shook his head, "I don't understand…"

How could he have not known? He should have known, he should've realized! Angel was the last of his people, how could he have not known that she had been taken away from him and replaced with a Ganger, with a replica, with a clone? It was glaringly obvious to him now, looking back at everything, at all the instances that should've tipped him off. Like how every time he scanned Amy, Angel was right there, she was always too close to the ginger. Like how she connected and felt for the Flesh more than any of them had, but he just thought it was her intuition…now he knew it was something so much more. And the Vortex! She hadn't used it much, if at all, during the entire time they'd been together, months, nearly a year on end. She'd only just recently used it to save Jen.

He looked at Angel, feeling tears prickling in his own eyes at how he hadn't noticed. He noticed Amy, had thought it was HER, but he hadn't noticed Angel. He should've realized, he should've realized it wasn't her.

"Angel…I'm so sorry," he breathed.

Angel shook her head and looked at him, "Wake me up," she pleaded.

"What?" he frowned.

"Wake me up," she demanded, her voice a little stronger.

"Angel I…"

"Wake me up Doctor!" she shouted, "I can't let them take her! I can't let them take my baby!"

The Doctor froze at those words, his eyes drifting down to the stomach of the woman lying there on the table, widening as he saw, for the first time, that she was indeed very very pregnant, "What?" he shook his head, staring at her, completely horrified. This was even worse than he imagined, "What?! I…I don't…I don't understand. What!?"

He looked between her and the stomach of the woman lying on the table. How? It didn't make any sense! The only way for Angel to be pregnant was if she'd been with a Time Lord, their species having evolved to the point where they could only procreate within the species. As far as he knew, there was just him…and the Master. He doubted that Angel had found a third Time Lord when she'd been with Jack for a short while, she would have told him. And he knew it couldn't have been the Master. He would have realized that, she would've been more pregnant and had the child long before he'd regenerated. And he knew the Master hadn't had a chance to do anything, the last time they'd met, he had been with them both the entire time. And if it had happened on the Valiant, it was the same, she would have already had the child and he knew she wasn't pregnant when she'd been dying the second time.

That just left…him…but it couldn't be! He knew it couldn't be him either, he would've remembered something like that! He would've remembered being with Angel in such an intimate way. He'd fantasized about it enough times to know he'd certainly remember the difference between a dream and reality…he winced, feeling his hearts racing, reminding him that he had had dreams of being with Angel in such an intimate way but…dreams were not reality.

He looked at her, knowing SHE would know better than him, "How did this happen?!"

But Angel just shook her head, "Wake me up first," she whispered, "They're going to take her away if you don't!."

"Doctor just disconnect the connection or whatever you were going to do to Amy," Rory shouted, seeing Angel growing more frantic, seeing her panting and nearly hyperventilating, as though having a panic attack. This would not be good for…well, he supposed, it wouldn't affect the baby at all if the real baby was in the woman on the table and she was just a Ganger. But still, seeing her getting so worked up was alarming, "Doctor just…just wake her up!"

But the Doctor could only stare at her in shock as his mind raced, trying to push past a sort of pressure that was building in it, trying to work out who the father could possibly be.

Amy looked between them for reaching out and grabbing the sonic off the Doctor, flashing Angel with it, melting her into the pile of goop.

"Amy what have you done?!" the Doctor cried, yanking the sonic out of her hand, about to rush around the table to look at the goop…when Angel jerked up on the harness, gasping, screaming really, a scared look in her wide eyes.

Rory was at her side in an instant, putting his jacket around her as she was wearing only a white hospital gown and nothing else and it was quite chilly, and also as comfort, knowing she needed to feel secure and safe after a shock like that one. He remembered what the Doctor had been saying, that he was ging to try and disconnect the connection as humanely as possible…he doubted Amy knew what setting or what the Doctor had learned that he was sure he could do that. And that pained him to know that Angel might have 'died' in pain just then.

"Angel calm down," he tried to get through to her as she shook and gasped for breath, staring around the room looking more frightened than he'd ever seen her, "Angel we're here. Breathe. We're all here. You're alright, you're safe…"

Angel looked at him, tears in her eyes, "No…" she shook her head, "I'm not safe. They're here."

Rory glanced around the room, "It's just us…"

"The Doctor picked up three life signs," she whispered, "I was one of them…"

Just then, before they could respond, before the Doctor could even begin to ask her what she was talking about or what had happened, what was going on, the doors to the room opened and a woman with an eye patch walked in. There was a black man in military garb just beside her, at least a dozen Headless Monks following her, the Monks not registering as alive on the scans.

"Oh," the woman mock-pouted, "You woke her early," she sneered, "Well, we'll just have to improvise from here then, won't we?"

"Who are you?" Rory asked, stepping in front of Angel.

"The least of your problems," the woman answered, a moment before Angel screamed in pain.

"What's wrong?!" Rory leapt back to her side.

The Doctor strode past him, glaring at the duo, lifting his sonic threateningly, which made the Monks lift their energized swords in preparation, "What have you done to her?!"

"Me?" the woman laughed, "I have done nothing. It was waking her the way you did that's causing this. That sudden shock…" she smirked.

"What's going on?" Amy shook her head, moving to Rory's side, seeing Angel hunched over and grabbing her stomach.

"She's going into premature labor," the woman laughed.

"What?!" the Doctor shouted…so shocked that he actually dropped the sonic…which was quite terrible luck on his part as the woman quickly ordered the Monks to seize them.

~8~

The Doctor had never felt so shaky in his life, felt so utterly terrified as when he'd been standing there, watching as Angel went into labor. The Headless Monks had grabbed them, him and Amy and Rory and pulled them back and tied them up across the room, forcing them to watch. It wasn't even that they could see much from their vantage point, but they could see Angel's face, they could see her crying and the pain she was in and how scared she was. The sonic was across the room, out of reach of the Doctor and they were handcuffed to instruments off in the back, with no way to go help Angel , no way to free themselves.

The only one who managed to be let go was Rory…because he was a nurse. They didn't rust the Doctor, why would they?, to help them, to do what had to be done for Angel. They knew he'd use that opportunity to fight back, to get to them, to think of some clever way to get them all to escape and they were not going to risk that happening. So they'd taken Rory over instead, knowing he was a nurse and more capable of doing what they needed him to do…

Deliver the baby.

The Doctor was well and truly scared for the baby in question, a little girl if Angel's insistences that they were going to take 'her' away from her were anything to go by. The length of a Time Lord pregnancy was very specific, unlike Human births where a child could be born weeks early and be just fine with proper care and attention…it was infinitely more dangerous for Time Lords. For a child to be born early, even by a week was not a good sign and…he felt like…like he knew something about Angel, about her family, her mother. Like…pregnancies were difficult for the women of her family and that made him even more worried.

And…he was starting to…feel something else. There was a force building inside him, the fear was growing more than he knew it should be. He'd been worried, yes, when he'd thought Amy was pregnant, when he thought she was about to have the baby somewhere alone. It should have been worse with Amy, she would have been alone, but he was THERE with Angel and…he was terrified, for her and the baby. There was something about the baby…something inside of him was struggling to cope with. It was like…like he had a connection to the child already and that alarmed him. Because the only reason he should feel so connected to the child was if…it was HIS child.

But how?

His thoughts were cut off rather abruptly when he heard Angel scream…and not a good scream, not a final push scream but…a horrified, broken hearted one. He looked over at where she was, feeling tears gather in his eyes as he felt something in his hearts…empty.

"Dead," he heard the general that had come with the eye-patched woman speak.

"No…" Angel sobbed.

The Doctor felt the air leave him, as though sucked out of him at those words, at the heartsbreak on Angel's face. The baby…the baby had died, and he felt like HE couldn't breathe, like his own hearts were breaking, like his soul was shattering. It felt like…like…like he'd just seen his child die before him. The baby…the baby really WAS his wasn't it? How though? How as it possible, he would remember that!

He looked up when Rory was shoved into the open, the Headless monks dragging him away from Angel as the girl twisted and turned where she was lying.

The eye-patched woman stepped out, glancing at him before turning to a Headless Monk, "She's of no use to us anymore," she sneered, "Kill her."

"NO!" he shouted, struggling with his bindings, needing to get there, needing to stop them, to protect Angel, to do something.

But the bonds were too tight, he could see Amy sobbing beside him, having tried to escape as well and failed, he could see Rory trying to break free of the Monks holding him, but to no avail. The woman just smirked and strode right up to him, staring down at him as they watched as one of the Monks picked up, not its energized sword, but a dagger. The Doctor frowned, seeing an odd sheen to it, like…like the blade had been coated in something.

"The Poison of the Judas Tree," the woman grinned, "The most potent poison ever," she glanced at the Doctor, "Can kill a Time Lord dead, no regeneration."

"What?!" the Doctor demanded, "No!" he struggled, seeing the Monk about to lift the dagger, Angel not even bothering to fight back, not using the Vortex, whether from exhaustion or the loss of will he didn't know, "Please stop! Kill me!" he offered, making the Monk hesitate, "Please! Take me instead, just…just let her go!"

The woman chuckled, "As though we would take that risk," she tsked, "We are by no means stupid Doctor. We release them, they'll find a way to save you. We release you, you'll do the same. No…" she shook her head, "This is the best way to kill you as well, two birds with one stone, rid the Universe of all the Time Lords left in existence."

The Doctor shook his head, "What do you mean, kill me too?"

The woman laughed heartily at that, "You still haven't figured it out, have you? Well, it appears the reports of your intelligence are greatly exaggerated if even you couldn't overpower the command of a Silent."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to bide his time, the longer he talked, the longer he had to work out a plan, the Monk not striking the final blow just yet.

"We kill your Mate Doctor, we kill you too," the woman remarked, "That IS how the stories go, isn't it?"

"But I don't have a Mate!"

"Oh but you do," she grinned, seeming to take infinite pleasure in how utterly he believed his statement, "Shall we test it out?" she turned and nodded at the Monk.

"NO!" the Doctor screamed, but he was too late, the Monk brought the dagger down…stabbing Angel in one of her hearts.

The girl gasped, in pain, her body tensing for only a moment before it fell back on the table. He knew what had happened, she should have regenerated, she still had her other heart to keep her going…but the poison…it was being pumped into her, right IN her heart, it had reached the place that it needed to be to shut her down completely.

"No…." he felt himself grow cold, felt a sharp pain in his heart as well, the same on that Angel had been harmed in, "What…." he breathed, looking around, feeling himself growing light headed, feeling the world spinning around him.

"Well, what do you know?" the woman smirked, "It appears the stories are true."

The Doctor looked at her blearily before he turned his gaze on Angel, seeing her head lull to the side, breathing out her last as the poison took full effect, the girl passing on. He blinked a few times, realizing that…something had happened, with the Silence, with his mind, and…Angel was apparently his Mate…but he couldn't remember her. He couldn't remember anything about that.

But he was dying, he could feel it, he could feel his life slipping out of him, his heart hurting. It was true, Angel was his Mate, and now…the only thing he could think as he felt his world grow black was…that he hoped she would forgive him…

~8~

"Oomph!" the Doctor grunted as he landed hard on the floor, he'd jerked awake slightly…only to find he'd been sitting on one of the side chairs of the TARDIS console, having fallen asleep sitting there and landed on the floor.

He blinked blearily, confused for a moment as to why he was on the chair in the first place and not on his bed before he remembered. They'd been trying to find Clara again, find another her. To meet two of her…there had to be more, there had to be at least 1 more, but they weren't having luck. He had…foregone sleeping for quite some time really in the vain hope of avoiding a nightmare. While he didn't want them to stop, didn't want to tell Angel and have her help them stop, he didn't want to have them. It was more…when they came he accepted them, but it didn't mean he strove to have one every single time he closed his eyes. The last adventure, it…unsettled him. He could think of scores of nightmares he could have had given everything that had happened in Victorian London. Anything from the snow triggering thoughts of the first Christmas he'd had with Angel that he'd forgotten her during to the ice woman reminding him of another living statue that tended to haunt them and had surrounded Angel in a forest to even thoughts of the times Angel had lost control of the Vortex during the amnesia era.

Of all he thought he might dream of…it should have been obvious what it would be. Vastra, Strax, and Jenny, in one spot, all of whom he'd last seen in Demons Run? It should have been quite clear what he'd dream this time. And it was even more disturbing how it had twisted the events of that moment. If he'd never given Angel the chance to speak, if he'd gone right there instead of having a plan, if…well, that was the MOST disturbing portion was that…even after learning she was his Mate, that she was having his child, he STILL hadn't remembered her. THAT part killed him terribly.

"Are you alright my love?" he heard Angel call as he saw her appear in his vision, helping him up from where he'd pushed himself onto his hands, "What happened?"

"Nothing," he insisted quickly, "Just…dozed off, must have slipped off the controls I was leaning on."

Angel gave him a look and he immediately knew that she knew he was lying…

But before she could comment, Ayla appeared, "Are you alright daddy?" she asked, keeping Angel from bringing up what she was suspicious of with their daughter there, not wanting the girl to know or realize something was bothering her father.

"Just fine sweetheart," he grinned at her.

She nodded, "Are we going to the park now?" she asked.

They'd been searching for Clara or Oswin for ages now and being cooped up in the TARDIS for all that time…she was starting to get antsy and there was only so much a child could do in the garden, alone, with walls all around her. She was as much her father's daughter in wanting to get out there and experience life as anything. He had promised that they'd take her to a park, just to play, just to have some time out in the fresh air but the Doctor had sort of drifted off as Angel was talking with Ayla about who she wanted to see or where she wanted to go or what time to visit…till just then.

"Yes," he nodded, "We're going to the park," he walked over to the console, yawning as he saw Angel watching him, concerned. He shook his head and went to put in commands…only to see Angel had already done so. He smiled, reaching out to a lever instead and pulled it, the TARDIS jolting slightly as she flew and landed on Earth, but about twenty or so years ago.

They smiled warmly as Ayla grabbed their hands and pulled them out into the park to play…

~8~

A little girl with brown hair, tied into braided pigtails, sat on a swing, beside a girl with strawberry blonde hair, pulled into the same style as her, smiling at that. She loved it when she had her hair the same as someone else by chance, it was always a way to start a conversation and she did love meeting new people.

"Hello!" she cheered as the girl looked away from watching two adults standing on the other side of the small park they were in.

"Hello!" the girl smiled back at her.

"Are those your parents?" she asked, glancing at the two adults.

One was a man in a tweed jacket, braces, and a bowtie, while the woman across from him was wearing a white sort of poncho-shirt with thick blue stripes running across it, dark pants tucked into boots, her hair the same shade as the little girl beside her. The man was smiling softly at the woman, reaching out to rub her arm, his other hand holding hers as the woman gently touched his cheek, though her smile was far smaller than his.

"Yeah," Ayla smiled as she looked at her parents again as they spoke quietly with each other.

"Are they alright?" the girl frowned.

"Why wouldn't they be?" Ayla turned back to her, frowning as well.

"They look upset," she shrugged.

"They're not," Ayla nodded, "Well, not really. Mummy's frustrated and daddy's just worried."

"What are they frustrated and worried about?"

"They're trying to find a friend of theirs," she sighed, "Mummy's frustrated because she's usually very good at finding people but she's having trouble right now. And daddy's worried because mummy can't find her and that might mean they won't ever find her again and because, well…they've met her twice already and they lost her both times. He doesn't want to again."

The girl nodded as though she understood, even though it was quite vague, "They lost something."

"Yeah. They've been looking everywhere for her."

"When I lose something, I go to a quiet place, and I close my eyes, and then I can remember where I put it!"

Ayla giggled, "Daddy would think that's brilliant!"

The girl beamed at that, "Have you lost anything?"

Ayla's smile fell just a little, "I lost mummy and daddy once, well, they lost me. A mean lady tried to take me away from them," she looked down, the toe of her shoe making a little pattern in the dirt, mostly spelling TARDIS in Gallifreyan, "She did take me away, but mummy and daddy found me again. Oh! And Aunt Idris! She helped."

The girl reached out and touched her hand curled around the swing's chains, squeezing it, "I'm glad they found you. I wandered off once, mum went mental!"

Ayla giggled, "That's daddy's most important rule, don't wander off."

The girl nodded, looking back at the adults as she remarked, "I'm always losing things. I lost my best pencil, my school bag, my gran, and my mojo."

"Not your mojo!" Ayla cried.

"Don't worry," she smiled at her, "I got it back."

"That's good!" Ayla cheered as they swung a bit, when she noticed two women off to the side of the park, talking, one with dark hair who looked a lot like the girl beside her, "Is that your mum?" she nodded at the woman.

"Yeah," the girl sighed, "I better go and see if she's alright."

Ayla nodded, "Mummy and daddy do that all the time."

"How are your parents gonna find her?" she looked at Ayla, "Their friend."

"I dunno," she shook her head, "They bumped into her the last two times," she eyed the girl, "I think they'll see her again though, like destiny."

"That's rubbish!" the girl laughed.

"Not as much as you think," Ayla smiled at her.

"You should tell them to find a quiet room and have a good think about it instead," the girl nodded.

Ayla giggled, nodding, "I will."

"Good," the girl got up, pleased she could help, "Goodbye!" she turned to run off to her mother.

"Bye Clara!" Ayla called.

Young Clara stopped a moment to look back at Ayla, tilting her head at how the girl had known her name, sure she hadn't said it, but Ayla just smiled and waved. So she shrugged and waved back, running off to her mother.

"Who was that beautiful?" Angel asked as she and the Doctor walked over, hand-in-hand.

"A new friend," Ayla beamed up at them, before kicking her legs, "Daddy will you push me?"

"Of course sweetheart," he smiled, kissing her on top of her head before moving behind her to give her small pushes, not seeing Angel turn to watch Clara walk off with her mother, a curious smile on her face.

A/N: Poor Doctor :( I wanted to sort of throw in a nightmare where, even in the end, he didn't remember, which I think would be even more heartsbreaking for him :( But! I also added the prequel to TBOSJ to this ;) I hope you liked little Ayla and little Clara :)

Also have to say, LOVED the 'Night of the Doctor' mini-sode, and we can expect it to be included for quite a few of the TLs ;)

An Ancient Observer will be updated tomorrow since this was a (mostly) original chapter ;)

And...now we've got another OC introduction! But this time...for my 4th Time Lady ;) I hope you enjoy!

~8~

"They were poisoned," Martha insisted, "I checked the biopsies…no toxins. Whatever it is, left the system immediately."

"No, it didn't," another voice spoke from behind Martha, they looked up to see a woman walking towards them, her head down as she flipped through papers in her hand, going through reports, "I've told you already Martha, that I was able to extract a sample of the…" she trailed off, more like stopped abruptly, both in speaking and moving when she saw the two people before her.

"Hello!" the Doctor cheered, "I'm the…"

"Don't say it," the woman nearly hissed at him.

"...Doc...tor?" he finished, his grin falling at her narrow-eyed gaze.

The woman's jaw tensed, "Martha?" she looked at the UNIT member for explanation.

Martha winced at her tone, knowing it wasn't a good one, "Mac, I just…"

"You called HIM in?" the woman, 'Mac,' turned to Martha, the Doctor frowning even more when he saw she seemed to be shaking in, what he would guess was, anger, "Martha…the ONE thing that I have ever asked of you…and you had to call HIM?!"

"Mac I'm sorry, but I just thought we could use some help."

"Oh did you?" Mac scoffed, a bit of…snark coming to her words, "Because from where I'm standing, it sounds to me more like you disregarded the orders of a superior officer. Which, I might add, can have you stripped of your position and removed from UNIT!"

"Come on now," the Doctor tried to intervene, "Isn't that a bit harsh?"

"Isn't genocide 'a bit harsh?'" Mac spat right back at him instantly, making him stiffen, his eyes widening as his mouth dropped open at the sheer amount of…loathing that filled her words, but it wasn't just loathing, no…it was disgust, it was…pure anger…

Who WAS this woman?!

~8~

She's definitely...an angry woman. That isn't even the tip of the iceberg. I really wanted to challenge myself with 'Mac' and write a TL that IS upset with him for the war, that didn't either have a hand in it or understand it in hindsight, but is truly devastated and angry about the loss of her people :( And...there's MUCH more to her anger than we first see, there's quite a few things the Doctor will have to make up for, and I can say, unfortunately a good majority of her anger will be quite justified :( But...makes for quite the interesting time ;) I can also say that Mac will have been around for a while, including during the Master's time in power, so we'll actually get hints and references to what she's been doing with UNIT the years she's been with them along with the reason why she's called 'Mac' (Mackenzie, tentatively so far) and how she got the name ;)

Some notes on reviews...

Lol, I saw ;) I've already got the 8th Doctor's mini-sode written out in my head for Proffy, an idea for Angel, and debating Evy ;)

Angel is definitely scary when she's angry ;) I really wanted that to be a shock, like it's SO not like her :)

I'm sorry! I hope you're ok! I've been in a car accident when I was 4, broke my nose, went to the hospital, surgeries...I remember watching cartoons and the bed moving up and down and then a lot of pain :( I still don't like driving because of it, I keep thinking every car next to me is going to hit me. But what I've found helped a lot was distraction. Listening to music, singing along, playing games on your phone, reading, it helped me a lot. I could focus on that instead of who was driving or the other cars around me. Eventually I got better in managing to look up and talk and not need to just stare at my books and things. It took a little time, but I'd say bring something with you that makes you feel comfortable, a favorite CD or book and focus on that, try to build up a good memory for the car again :)

Yup GSP ;) I've mentioned a little that I'm a Jersey Girl lol, buried in the notes though ;)

Those were the kid yup :) And thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying the stories ^-^

My thoughts on Rose would be that I have and will always hate her. I really do dislike her for a number of reasons, she's not my favorite companion. So I'm torn for the 50th, in one breath I want it to be here so I can have confrontations with some of the TLs, in another I want it to be something using her image so that it's not really Rose back when NONE of the other companions (so far, if BBC isn't lying about them too) could be :/