Thank you for all your kind reviews yesterday, and here is the next chapter. Father's Day is a rather sad episode, isn't it, and you do want to say to Rose: 'Really? Surely you've travelled with the Doctor for long nough that you know that it's a very bad idea'. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy.

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Father's Day: Part 2

The silence in the car was as awkward as anything and I really wished that we could just hope back in the TARDIS, and leave this all behind us. But with a single action, Rose had changed everything, and we couldn't just leave now. I was sharing a car with my Dad, my dead Dad. This day was just getting weirder by the second and in my life at the moment, you had to go a very long way to get to a weird situation. And this one probably had to top any and every contest.

It was also extremely weird pulling up to the Powell Estate, and climbing the stairs to the same flat that Mum had all the way in 2006. It hadn't changed at all, the paintwork was the same, the graffiti on the walls was along the same lines as they were in my time, and the people that I saw around the estate were the same. Younger by about twenty years, guaranteed, but I recognised all of them. I never realised how static our estate was. That was highly embarrassing if I had to admit it.

The flat was an absolute tip, "There we go," Pete said opening the front door and I walked in after Rose, looking around. The paint was basically the same, but there were bags of stuff everywhere, bits of wire and papers all around, "Sorry about the mess, if you want a cup of tea, the kitchen's just down there on the left. Milk's in the fridge," he grinned, "Well it would be, wouldn't it? Where else would you put the milk?" he looked thoughtful, "Mind you, there's always the windowsill outside. I always thought, if someone invented a windowsill with different compartments, like one for milk, one for yoghurt, you could make money out of it, sell it to students and things. He looked around, "I should write that down," he waved a hand, "Never mind that. Excuse me a minute, I've got to go and change,"

He disappeared into the room that I recognised as Mum's room, and I sat down on one of the chairs around the dining table, watching as Rose looked around the flat, still grinning from ear to ear, "Look, all the stuff Mum kept," she pointed the trophies out to me, "His stuff. She had it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard, she used to show me when she'd had a bit to drink," I looked away at that, "And here it is on display. Where it should be," I shuddered at that. It probably sounded strange, but I didn't like this time, where everything seemed to be out of order and changed. It made my head spin. Rose picked up a trophy, "Third prize at the bowling. First two got to go to Didcot," she crouched down next to boxes, "Health drinks! Tonics, Mum used to call them. He made money selling this Vitex stuff, he had all sorts of jobs, he was so clever," she thumbed through the papers on the table, "Solar power. Mum said he was going to do that, now he can," she looked at me, "You would have done the same thing,"

"You know," I started, "I'm not sure I would," What was I saying? My mind was roiling with the information that my Dad was right here. I leaned back in the chair, "I said that this would be a bad idea, I knew that coming here would be far too much to handle, and now somehow..." I lowered my voice to an audible whisper so that Pete in the other room couldn't hear us, "Peter Tyler, our father, is now running around completely alive, and we don't have a single idea what the hell is going on. So no," my voice resumed normality, "I don't know whether I would have done what you did, because I never wanted to be here in the first place, that is your fault,"

"He's alive now," she insisted, and I closed my eyes, resting my head on the wood behind me. She didn't get it, she just didn't get it. I know that I should be jubilant that my Dad was alive, but...I was just cold inside. There were so many variables, and I wondered what had been affected in the future place, "This wasn't part of any big plan, I just saw it happening and I thought that I could this from happening!" she looked at me, "You can't be that cold inside,"

"When we first met, I said, 'travel with me in space'," the Doctor remarked, "You said no. But when I said: 'time machine' is this why you went with me," Rose shook her head and the Doctor scoffed, "I did it again, I picked another stupid ape. I should have known. Ninety nine times out of a hundred, it's all the same with people like you; it's not about showing you the universe, and having the privilege of doing so. It never is. It's about the universe doing something for you!"

Rose laughed shortly, "So it's all right when you go to other times and other planets, and save all of them, but when it's my Dad, and I try and save him, and succeed, that's not allowed?" she shouted at him, "Because that's really fair, isn't it?"

"I know what I'm doing, you don't," the Doctor argued back at her; "Two lots of us being there made that a vulnerable spot. Now that you've changed something that shouldn't be changed, the consequences could be unlimited. You don't know what you are doing when it comes to this. You knew that he was going to die and you changed it. You didn't save him, and now there are going to be ripples going out from here through time, you don't know what you've done and things will change. My entire planet died; my whole family. Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?"

Rose was clearly getting upset about this fact, "But it's not like I changed history," she insisted, "Not much. I mean, he's never going to be a world leader or start World War Three, is he? He's just an ordinary man who won't change this world at all. Not in the long term. He might get a Wikipedia page but that's it. Nothing else,"

The Doctor sighed, shaking his head exasperatedly, "Rose, there is a man alive in the world, who wasn't before," he stressed, "And yes he's an ordinary man, just that. That's the most important thing in the whole of creation. An ordinary man. The whole world is different, because he's alive. Mary-Anne didn't run out and save him from a car crash. Because this was meant to happen, and now you've changed it. You have no idea what you've done!"

Rose looked at me, "You're being rather quiet about it," she accused and I didn't say anything to her, "What, would you rather him dead, Alice?" I opened my mouth at that, and she continued talking, "I get it with you, for once you're not the most important family member here for once," she looked at the Doctor, "And you're not the most important man in the room,"

"Rose, when was I ever the most important family member?" I asked her, and she pressed her lips together, "I don't wish him dead, but I wish that you had left well enough alone so that we weren't in this mess to begin with. You know why I didn't want to be here," I looked at her, "Perhaps I should have paid attention a little more, but I didn't think that you'd do this. You made him alive today, and you know what happens this evening. You might have changed everything,"

"Let's see how you do without me, then," the Doctor held out his hand, "Give me the key," Rose frowned at him, not understanding, but a cold trickle of dread crept through my stomach, "If I'm so insignificant, give it back," Rose threw the key at him, "You've got what you wanted, so that's goodbye then," he stormed out of the flat and I sighed, standing up.

"You're not going?" she stared at me, and I shrugged, "You're picking him over me? You've known me for eighteen years and when I save one person, you go and disappear off with him," I folded my arms, "Always running, Alice, never looking back at what you've left behind, and seeing what you've left trailing behind you. No wonder Mum always despaired of you, thinking that you'd never do anything with your life," I made sharply for the door, but she stood in my way, "You don't scare me. I know how sad you are when I'm not with you," I glared at her, "You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around the TARDIS waiting for me," I shoved past her, opening the front door, "And I'll make you wait a long time!"

I placed one hand on the door frame, "I don't know what I did to make you say that to me, Rose, but whatever you are accusing me of is not my fault," I said lowly, "I hope you enjoy the fruits of your labours because I don't think they're as sweet as you thought they were in the beginning," I stormed through the door, slamming the door behind me and I set off at a run, heading down the stairs three at a time, not caring which way I was going, just needing to get out of the estate and somewhere I could breathe.

I eventually stopped when the pain in my side grew to be too much and I collapsed on a bench overlooking the park, burying my head in my hands. I didn't cry, I hadn't cried for years, but Rose was seriously pushing my limits when she played into that particularly nasty side that sometimes came out. I let out a noise of frustration, pulling my hair out of its bands, running my hands through it in agitation. She wasn't getting to me, she didn't get to me. She also didn't mean it...I hoped. Her and her bloody obsession with saving Pete. I didn't need her; she could stay here with him for eternity for all I bloody cared. I didn't care what she thought, or did or anything. I was completely fine, her comments didn't bother me. Not a single little tiny insignificant bit.

"If you keep running your hands through your hair then it'll be all over the place," I couldn't help but smile at the voice, turning around to see the Doctor standing behind the bench, "Do you want a bit of company?" he sat next to me, "She didn't mean what she said to you, you know that, don't you?" I didn't answer, just leant on his shoulder, sighing deeply, "She's just annoyed at the fact that she's getting told off for nearly endangering the whole of creation,"

"I thought she has endangered the whole of creation," I replied, blithely, "I'm sorry, I promised that I wouldn't run off anywhere, and look where I am," I gestured around us, "Right where I started, only twenty years earlier," I closed my eyes, "She's right though," I cleared my throat, "Rose is right about me, I always run away not looking back, because I'm afraid that it's going to hurt me. Mum does despair of me, because she still sees that teenager that lied through her teeth and started fighting...and I've never had the opportunity to be away from Rose because she's older than me,"

He held my hand lightly, turning it over in his hands, "Why don't you like today?"

"Other than the fact that it's the day that my Dad died?" I queried, before mock pausing, "Oh hold on wait a moment, that's going ahead now, is it?" I laughed humourlessly, before drumming up the courage to say my problems, "I never got the stories," I told him and he frowned, "The stories about my Dad...the ones that Rose was telling you about. Bowling...Vitex, and bloody solar power, I never got any of that. Mum never thought to tell me," I tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear, "You see, he never knew about me. Pete Tyler...he didn't know that Mum was pregnant with me. She'd be around two and a half months pregnant now, and tonight...tonight when she's mourning the death of her husband, she finds out that she's pregnant with me," I bit my lip, "I know that my Mum loves me, I don't doubt that, but I also know that every time she looks at me, she's seeing him, and there's this little...bit in her that thinks of what might have been,"
"Living up to expectation," he said and I let out an annoyed sigh, "I understand; I never fit in with anyone back on Gallifrey, one of the reasons why I left there. Because how can you compete against a dead person?" I chuckled at that, hanging my head, "Thank you for telling me,"

"That's why I can't talk to him," I added, "I can't talk to him because I'm afraid that I will like him. And if I like him then I will mourn him because..." I closed my eyes, "I know that if he is still alive tonight...when Mum finds out that she's pregnant with me; then I get taken out of the whole equation. I don't know whether they will like me, I don't know whether he will like me. All I wanted when I was a child, I so wanted my Dad, and that changed me. I pretend that I don't care, but the truth is that I care more than anything. I'm the worst hypocrite in the world. And if he's still alive then everything changes for me. If I have my Dad when I'm growing up, then I'll be a completely different person. What would happen to me, Doctor?"

"I don't know," he answered, looking ahead, and I closed my eyes, "It might be that time bends around you. You're a time traveller, and you're out of place here. If everything changes then you might remember it both ways, but that depends on whether you get born or not. This isn't a fixed point, it can be rewritten," he placed an arm around me, "I will not let anything scrub you out of the history books, Mary-Anne," I rested my head on his shoulder, "We should get back to the TARDIS, since time has been changed...again, I need to see what damage is being done," he helped me up from the bench, "And being in the TARDIS will prevent you being wiped from history,"

"Doctor, are you lying to me?" I asked him, standing in front of me, and he smiled at me, "Nice try, Doctor, but that's really not going to work with me," I looked at him seriously, "Just tell me,"

He sighed, "It was a clever lie," he replied and I laughed, pushing him back lightly before walking in the direction of the TARDIS, "The TARDIS will tell us whether time is going wibbly, so we will know what to do if it does," we crossed over the park, walking down streets that had been familiar to me as a child, "When you were small..." he started, "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

"Hmm," I thought back, "I changed a lot. First I wanted to be an astronaut, and then I wanted to be a librarian," I shrugged, "When I was going to do my A-Levels, I chose completely random electives. History, mathematics, English Literature and Chemistry. Of course I never finish it, and then I never got to have chance of pondering what I wanted to be. I guess I never wanted to stay doing one job all the time. This way is much better, there's not a real rhyme or reason to it. Probably why I like it so much. Never was one for doing the same thing from one day to the next. With you it's a different planet every day, different challenge all in itself," I walked backwards, holding both his hands, "So much better,"

"I completely agree," he concurred, and we finally reached the TARDIS, "So we stay here until Rose decides to correct her thinking," we'd be waiting a very long time for that then. Rose wasn't well known for coming around to seeing other people's points of view, "So all we have to do is..." he opened the TARDIS' door to reveal...an empty box, "What?" he walked into it, "Where's my TARDIS?" he looked around, before pulling the doors shut, opening them again to reveal the same result, "Oh dear,"

There was a screech in the sky and I looked up to see great huge bat creatures zooming over the skies, "How did we miss those out, Doctor?" I asked him, staring at them. They were like scaly reptile dinosaurs that flew with pterodactyl wings. I realised something, "Oh my God," I looked at him, "Rose..." I started running down the road, the Doctor following me, "St Martin's Church is this way..." I don't know how I managed to get the energy to run so fast but we managed to run extraordinarily quickly to the church. And I know that I was cross with her, and I know that if I got her out of trouble then we'd go back to frosty tension until that was resolved. But until then I would still try and save her.
We rounded a corner, and I saw Rose standing on the pavement, next to a car and surrounded by people in wedding clothes, "Rose!" the Doctor shouted and she turned to us, a smug smile on her face, "Get in the church!" her smile faltered a little, "Get in the church!"

There was an almighty screech as one of those creatures suddenly appeared above the church, bearing down on the wedding party and Rose screamed.

So what did people think? Good, bad, ugly? I told you there were issues involved. Families, eh? Hope it lived up to expectation.

Till next time.