Chapter 10 - Oddly Familiar Teenagers

Lance popped outside of Jane's door. He had taken a shower and changed into a casual pair of jeans with a jumper underneath the jacket and scarf he wore. He had been to the market and carried a bag in his hand. He knocked on the door of her flat.

"Who is it?" He heard her voice call.

He smiled, "Wine delivery."

She opened the door and smiled at him. "I hope this delivery also includes opening and pouring."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. "And a partner to drink it with."

She giggled as he walked into through the sitting room and into the kitchen. He sat down the bag of shopping and looked around. "Alright. I have no idea where anything is in here."

She smiled, "I'll get everything. You take off your coat."

He took off his coat and scarf and hung them both on a bar stool. She handed him a bottle opener.

She wore a simple green dress and was barefoot. As soon as he opened the bottle, he turned to see her jumping down from the cabinet.

"What were you doing?"

She shook her head. "Getting glasses. I can't reach anything without climbing on the cabinets."

He sighed disapprovingly. "You are going to fall and break your neck. That's so dangerous. Just tell me where it is and let me get it from now on."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Bodyguard. Are you ever off duty?"

"Nope!" He told her as he poured the wine. "A Quauthin is never off duty." He handed her a glass of wine.

She giggled. "I bought a dress. I can't wait for you to see it."

He sipped his wine and smiled at her. "You bought a dress. Is that what you said?"

She looked surprised. "Yes. What's wrong?"

He pointed at his ear, "I'm having trouble hearing anything. My ears are….umm…."

"Ringing?" She helped.

"No. They feel like….something is in them. Everything is muffled."

"Why?"

He sipped his wine. "I accidently blew something up."

"Are you alright?"

He smiled. "I'm fine. My left ear is worse than my right."

"What did you blow up?"

He refilled his glass. "A bomb. Blew me and two other guys through two flats."

"How are you not hurt?"

"My bracelet has a personal shield in it. There's no reason to worry."

She smiled and lifted her arm. "Like my bracelet. John brought it over."

He sat down his glass and looked at it. "John was here?"

She smiled, "Yes. He told me you were out, helping aliens."

"He did?"

"Lance. I don't care about where people are from. I'm grateful you don't either."

"You don't?" He refilled her glass and sat down the bottle.

"Of course, I don't. Everyone is from someplace. Right?"

Lance nodded and crossed his arms. "Yeah. Ummm…"

She rose her eyebrows. "What?"

"So, let me get straight. If an alien, walked in here, and …..brought you some wine. You would be alright with that?"

She laughed, "Oh. A wine delivery alien. Would he bring it in a ship?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No. I don't have a ship."

She rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. "Lance."

He shrugged his shoulders. "A ship? Do you think all aliens have a ship? Is that the norm?"

"Well, of course. How else would you have gotten here?"

He nodded his head. "Well, that's a good point. Maybe, I'm friends with another alien who brought me."

She teased him, "Can you even fly a space ship?"

He nodded, "Yes. I'm not too bad. Now, driving a car has me confused. But, Tony says there's nothing to it, and he's going to give me lessons."

She sipped her wine. "I can drive a car."

He smiled, "Can you fly a ship?"

She giggled, "This is the maddest conversation ever."

He decided to keep it playful. "Jane. In all complete seriousness. I'm not from here. I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you."

She sat her wine down. "So. You are an alien."

He nodded, "Yes."

She shook her head. "You're not an alien."

"I am, too!"

"Oh, bull. You don't look like one."

"Well, what does an alien look like?"

"I have no idea. But you are just…"

"Just what?"

"Lance. You are joshing me. There's just no way-"

"Why not?"

She crossed her arms. "Prove it."

He dropped his head. "I could do that, but I'm really bruised up at the moment. It would hurt. So, let me prove it to you a bit later."

She shook her head. "Then, I simply, don't believe it."

He grinned. "Are you serious?"

"One of us should be."

He shook his head. "So, you don't believe me?"

She giggled at him. "I do not."

"Wasn't you the one who said that you would believe anything I told you?" He reasoned.

"I'll confess, I've been drinking a bit before you got here tonight."

He chuckled and nodded his head. "Well, that could explain a great deal."

She sat down her wine glass, walked over him, and ran her fingertips across his jumper. "Lance. I find you….incredibility sexy."

He rose his eyebrows, "Yeah?"

She ran her hands under his jumper. "I've been waiting to get you alone for a while. There's no baby here for us to wake up. And John told me that you have nowhere to be until tomorrow night."

He closed his eyes, "Oh wow."

She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. His mind completely shorted out. She was stunning. She took off her bra and slipped off her knickers, all without taking her eyes off of him.

He could only stand and stare at her.

She walked up to him and ran her fingertips down his arms. "Lance?"

Was that his name? He couldn't even remember.

She smiled at him, "Lance. Why are you still wearing anything?"

He undressed at lightning speed, picked her up and sat her on the cabinet. She laughed in surprise at his quick action. She wrapped her legs around him as he snogged her. She held onto his shoulders and he teased between her legs with his fingers.

She whispered to him, as she nibbled his ear, "Please tell me you brought more than wine."

He laughed, "I'm sorry. I can't hear well."

She giggled at him. "Then we'll have to be loud. Shopping?"

He looked into her dark eyes. "I bought two boxes."

She bit her lip. "I want to use both of them with you."

He caught her lips again with his own. He reached over and pulled a box of condoms, out of bag. He picked her up and snogged her all the way to the bedroom.

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Tony was sitting in a bar having a scotch. It was afternoon and the orange light looked odd through the windows as the sun set. The bar was crowded and no one had noticed he was there. Most of all, the waitress.

He sat his empty glass down and groaned. He was sure he was forgetting something. He must have had too many. He couldn't remember even how many he had.

He rubbed his face and groaned just as someone sat down across from him in the booth.

"Hey, man. I got you another one." The friendly voice told him.

Tony looked up to see Rhodey sitting across from him. He wore his leather jacket and civilian clothes. He sipped his beer and looked around the bar. Tony looked in front of him. Rhodey had brought him another Scotch.

Rhodey shook his head. "Not even a 'hello'? How many have you had?"

Tony chuckled and shook his head. "More than I should have. I don't remember."

Rhodey drank in his beer and grinned across the table at his friend. "Well, don't worry about it. I'll see you get home alright."

Tony sipped his Scotch. Something about this situation didn't make sense. He couldn't figure out what.

"Rhodey?"

Rhodes sat back and crossed his arms. He was looking across the bar at someone. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?"

Rhodey looked back at him. "What do you mean?"

"Something isn't right here."

Rhodey grinned. "And they say you're the smart one out of the two of us. How's Pepper?"

Tony tried to mask his grin by drinking his Scotch.

"Uh-oh. What's that?"

Tony rubbed his head. "I sortof…."

"What?"

"Married her."

Rhodey pulled the drink from Tony's hand. "Alright. You've had enough, man."

"Rhodes. I'm serious! But, she won't let me tell anyone."

Rhodey looked confused, "Then why are you telling me?"

"I don't know. Something about it makes it alright. Why?"

He shook his head. "You've had too much, man."

Tony took his drink back and groaned at Rhodey. "I'm not even drinking as much anymore. I'm not drunk."

Rhodey sat down his beer and looked at Tony. "Are you sure?"

Tony crossed his arms. "I know I'm not. I don't want Soli to see me drunk. I don't want -"

He held out his hand. "Okay. Stop there. Who is this?"

"Soli. Soler. He is a little boy who is living with me."

"Who would trust you with a kid?"

Tony laughed and leaned on the table. He put his face in his hands. "I'm losing my mind. How do you not know about this?"

"You shaved. What's that about?"

A waitress walked by. Tony took the opportunity to ask for a glass of water.

"I remember trying to give you a shave when I first found you in the desert and you nearly broke my jaw."

Tony shook his head. "I don't remember that."

"You do! You've just forgotten it. But, it was cool, man. You were hurt. You were fighting the drugs they had you on."

"Did I hit you?"

"Hell yeah you did! And you have a mean right hook."

"I do remember that now. Did I apologize for that?"

Rhodey grinned. "Nah. It's cool. I know you didn't mean it. You had been through hell."

"I try not to think about any of that. Anything with you."

"With me? Why not?"

"I don't know. Something is there. Something happened."

"Hmmmm. Well, tell me about this marriage. Are you serious?"

"Of course I am."

"How does that even work?"

"She…..ummm….shares a bedroom with me. She's rearranged all of the furniture in there. It's….just weird. She, wears a ring. I wear a ring-"

"That doesn't made sense. I think you are dreaming."

"I feel like I'm dreaming. She's…amazing."

"She's always been amazing."

"No, I mean….breathtaking. Mind-blowing, amazing."

"I'm glad you have finally noticed her."

Tony grinned. Something still wasn't right.

Rhodey sipped his beer and pointed at him. "But, I still call shit on getting married."

Tony woke up with a start. He sat up in the bed and looked around the room.

Pepper mumbled, "Tony. Go back to sleep." She rose the duvet up to cover her shoulder. It had gotten cool in the island home in the early morning. He took a deep breath and lay back down in front of her. He kissed the end of her nose.

"Are you cold?" he asked as he rubbed her nude back under the duvet.

"Check on Soli." She said quietly.

He kissed her lips. "Get some sleep."

She relaxed and drifted off to sleep. Tony sat on the side of the bed and slipped back on his pajamas. He shivered a bit as he walked to the closet to grab a long sleeved shirt. He pulled it on and opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark and he managed to look down just before he stepped on Soler. He was lying on the floor, right in front of their doorway, curled up and shivering as he slept.

Tony reached down and scooped him up in his arms. He carried him back to his bedroom. "You are going to catch a cold doing that."

Soler continued to sleep. Tony put him back in his bed and tucked him in with the duvet. He opened the bottom of the dresser drawer and found another blanket. He spread it across Soli.

He quietly walked out of Soli's room and pulled the door almost closed. He rubbed his face as he walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The sun hadn't risen. He picked up Pepper's phone that sat on the cabinet to look at the time. It was 4:12 am.

He stirred his tea and took a sip. "Well, I'm back to normal."

He sipped her phone into his pajamas pocket, took his tea, and Soli's drawing pad outside. He sat down on a chair next to the pool, sipped his tea and lay back with the drawing pad in his lap. For several hours, he worked on a new escape system for King Lartius. Completely lost in his work, he drew blueprints. Before he realized it, the sun had risen. His tea was long since cold. He held out the blueprints and smiled at his creation.

"Not bad." He whispered and grinned.

The phone in his pocket rang. Forgetting it wasn't his, he accepted the call. "Yeah? Stark."

A woman with a heavy Irish accent was on the other end of the call. "And top of the morning to you."

Her voice shook him out of his concentration. "Um…sorry. Brianca. This is Pepper's phone."

"And I have the good sense to know who it is that I have called."

"Ugh. Right. I forgot I had it in my pocket. Do you need me to go get her for you-"

"No, I'm glad it's you. I need to have a word."

"Usually when people say that, it's never one word." Tony sighed and sat back in the chair.

Brianca laughed, "I imagine you are right. First of all, I understand that congratulations are in order."

Tony was confused. Had Pepper told her about their secret marriage?

He rubbed his face, "Ummm….. I'm not exactly sure what you are talking about-"

"Pepper told me it was secret, so don't worry. I won't be saying anything. I understand why Pepper is so hesitant to let anyone know."

He sighed, "Yeah. So, do I."

"Now, don't be saying that with the long face." She insisted. Her fussing reminded him of Pepper and made him smile.

"I don't have a long face. Is that what you said?"

"Now, be hearing what I'm calling about."

He rubbed his face and groaned. "I need subtitles."

"I am very happy for you both. But, I feel it is my responsibility to tell you that if you mess this up-"

"What? You'll send the IRA after me?"

She laughed, "And don't you be forgetting it."

"Oh shit." He mumbled and chuckled.

"She tells me she gave you Jimmy's ring."

He became serious. She did know everything. He rested his arm on his head. "When did Pepper tell you all of this?"

"Just yesterday. We had a lovely chat about it. Pepper has always told me everything. I've known her since she was a wee lass."

Tony laughed under his breath and mouthed, "A wee lass."

"She seems very happy, and I am putting it to you to keep her that way."

"So, I guess this makes you my….'Manager in Law'?" He teased.

Brianca laughed, "I guess it does. And you being my 'CEO in Law,' now. I expect a phone call if you need anything. You are part of our family now. Let me know if I can be helping you with something."

Tony couldn't help but smile, "I'll keep that in mind. Although, I'll have to get a translator."

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Tony walked down the hallway, with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked in on Soli, who was still sleeping. He grinned, and continued to his and Pepper's bedroom.

The sun was fully up and he was surprised that Pepper hadn't woke up yet. The room was bright with the sunlight coming through the windows in the bedroom. He opened a door to the balcony to the pool to allow the salty wind inside. He walked over and sat on the side of the bed, sitting the coffee on the table.

He rubbed Pepper's back. "Hey. Are you going to sleep all day?"

She took a deep breath and rolled on her back. "Are you already up?"

He smiled, "I've been up for a while. Soli's still asleep."

She sat up, "What time is it?"

"8:30. Natasha said you didn't have anything today, so I let you sleep."

Pepper leaned back into the pillows and pulled the duvet to cover her bare chest. "Just that party tonight."

He smiled at her.

"What is it?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. You're just….beautiful."

She smiled. "I just woke up-"

"And you are completely, beautiful."

"You're saying that because I'm still nude." She teased.

He grinned. "That's some of it." He handed her the cup of coffee he had made for her. "So, you aren't busy today."

She thanked him and sipped it. "What do you have in mind?"

"I need to go someplace. I'd like you to go with me."

"Where?" She asked as she held her coffee in both of her hands.

"Someplace." He looked at the floor and rubbed his hands together. "Someplace that's going to be hard to go."

She sat her coffee back on the table. "Hey."

He rose his head to look at her.

She moved closer to him and put her hand on his thigh. "You know I'm here for you. Sure."

He smiled. "Thank you, Pepper."

She picked her coffee back up and sipped it. "This is perfect. Thank you."

He rested his hand on the other side of her and looked into her eyes. "So. Soli is still sleeping."

"And I haven't showered."

"I could help with that." He reasoned. "Maybe, wash your back."

She smiled at him. "Alright."

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The Doctor yawned as he walked into his and Rose's island bedroom. She wasn't in the bed, and he could hear the shower running in the bath. He fell across the bed and closed his eyes for a few minutes.

It seemed like only seconds that he had lain there, but he could tell that 17 minutes and 34 seconds had past when Rose lay down on top of him. She kissed his neck, and smelled like vanilla. He didn't open his eyes, but smiled. "I can't think of a better way to wake up."

She giggled, "You must be tired then."

He rolled over and immediately felt her begin to kiss his neck and nibble at his ear. He held her tightly and moaned. He could feel her enthusiasm and he was sure she could feel his exhaustion. Her lips met his as she began to snog him. He could feel her hands unbuttoning his jeans.

He groaned, "Oh, I want this. So much."

She rose up and smiled at him, "Talking yourself into it?"

He still hadn't opened his eyes. He was so tired. "I really want this. Then I'll sleep."

He heard her laugh again. "You are exhausted. How bad was Legate's leg?"

He rubbed his face. "He's all in one piece again."

She looked at his tired face. He relaxed on the bed and laid his arms out beside of himself. He took a deep breath. "Oh, I want this."

She laughed, "You are exhausted."

"Visit me in my dreams-"

"You need to rest. We have that party tonight."

He groaned, "I don't want to go to that. Let's just stay here and make love all night."

She leaned down and kissed his lips quickly. "You're going."

He groaned. "Rose-"

"Shhhh…..sleep. I'll be back in a few hours to wake you."

He groaned again. "Don't let me sleep long. I need to….do…..something."

She kissed his sleeping lips and told him quietly, "You need to sleep."

"Sleep." He said.

She pulled a blanket over him.

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Jane woke up. The light from the window told her it was morning. She looked at the clock that said it was 9:32 am. She couldn't believe she had slept so late. The last time she had looked at the clock, it had said 6:17 am, and Lance's arms were wrapped around her. His nude body lay against her own.

She rolled over and saw him lying on his back, propped up on about four pillows with his arm lying on his head. He was sound asleep. She knew he had to be exhausted.

The fluffy white duvet covered his waist and she saw bruises all over his chest and arm. She ran her fingertips across his injuries. He took a deep breath as he slept.

She sat up and the duvet fell to expose her bare breasts. She was careful to press them to his chest as she leaned over and started to kiss his neck. She whispered, "Lance."

He continued to sleep. She smiled. She had never seen him sleep before. He looked so peaceful. She leaned back and gently ran her fingertips across his face. Stubble had started to show. She had never noticed that either. Had he always gotten up before her to shave?

She whispered again. "Lance."

He didn't move and continued to sleep. She giggled. She looked at his handsome body lying next to hers. That body that had sent hers into pleasure that she had never known before last night. She watched him sleep.

She brought her thumb up to her mouth and nibbled it nervously. Then she decided, he was asleep and probably wouldn't hear her anyway. She kissed his shoulder, and neck, and then whispered in his ear. "Lance. I love you."

He continued to sleep. She sat back and shook her head. He was exhausted. She had never seen him like this.

She got out of the bed and put on her robe. After a quick trip to the loo, she went into the kitchen to make some coffee. She sat down at the bar and was halfway through her first cup when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind.

She smiled, "Woke up then?"

He kissed her head. "There's coffee?"

She giggled and stood up. "Sit down, and I'll get it for you."

He didn't argue. He sat down in the chair next to hers at the bar. She noticed he had put back on his jeans. He rubbed his face. "How long have you been awake?"

She brought him over a cup of coffee. "Just long enough to make coffee. I'm sorry."

He looked back at her as she sat next to him. "For what?"

She picked up her cup of coffee. "I really seem to have worn you out."

He smiled, "Never apologize for that. But, wow you did. I'm counting it for training for a week."

She giggled as she watched him drink the coffee. "I was thinking, I could order some take away. They will deliver here."

He smiled, "So, we don't have to go out for breakfast?"

She grinned, "Not unless you want to. You seem to have a problem about getting arrested. I'd rather just stay here."

He nodded his head and sat up. She noticed he groaned a bit.

"You are so bruised up."

He shook his head. "I'm fine. It's better than it was. Just a bit…sore. It's alright."

She got off of the bar stool and he wrapped his arms around her. "What do you think about staying in?"

"All day?"

She smiled, "Just…snogging….watching telly….laying in the bed. Relaxing."

He held her and chuckled, "Maybe a little shagging."

She grinned, "Maybe a lot of shagging."

He laughed as she leaned down and caught his lips with her own.

She smiled, "No nephew to wake up. Lance, you are loud."

He grinned, "You bring out the best in me."

She bit her lip, "I believe you were having a great time."

"Oh, without question. The best."

"I believe I'll jump in the shower. Finish your coffee, and then join me. A warm shower might make this feel better." She ran her hand across the bruises on his chest.

He watched her hand glide across his skin. "It might."

She kissed his lips quickly again before she walked back into the bedroom.

Lance, sipped his coffee, barely able to believe his luck. He mumbled to himself, "I don't believe I'll be able to walk if I continue at this pace. Wow, this woman."

There was a knock at the door. He turned and looked confused.

"Jane? Did you order breakfast, already?"

She called from the bathroom. "No. Why?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "Stay there. Someone is here."

He walked over to the door and took a deep breath to ready himself to strike if he needed to. He nodded, "Alright." He opened the door and saw four teenagers standing in front of him.

There were three young men. One with red hair, another one was tall and very skinny with blond, curly hair. Another young man, was very muscular with dark short hair standing with his arms crossed. Standing in front of them, was a beautiful black, young lady wearing a long braid that went down her back. They were all dressed casually.

The young lady spoke, and sounded relived. "Oh, thank goodness you are here, Lance."

They all rushed into the flat. The ginger boy closed the door.

Lance shook his head and held up his hands, "Hang on, hang on! What is this?"

They all started to talk at once. The young lady turned and hushed them.

"He doesn't know who we are. Let me explain." She insisted.

Lance wasn't threatened by the lot. In fact, they seemed oddly familiar to him. "Who are you?"

The young lady took his hand and smiled warmly at him. "Lance. I'm Genie. Genie Smith."

Lance's mouth fell open. "What?"

She turned and pointed at the others she was with. "This is Samuel, Arles and Tony."

Lance smiled at them in surprise. "Is it really?"

The blond haired Samuel offered Lance his hand to shake. Lance couldn't help but think how much Sam looked like his father. He took his hand and immediately a calm spread over him just like it did when he held Samuel the baby.

Samuel smiled, "Calm you down? That always helps."

Lance chuckled. He couldn't believe they were there. "I must be dreaming. Arles?"

Arles smiled at his uncle. He said something in Quauhtin which made Lance smile and embrace him. "I'm always here for you. You know it."

Tony stood up and ran his hands through his hair. Lance smiled at how much he reminded him of Pete Tyler. "Well, this place looks….different. Were the walls always this color?"

Lance couldn't believe it. He knew John was a time traveler, but…the children? Here? "What the? How are you lot here?"

The ginger Tony pointed at Arles. "Well, it was his idea."

Arles shook his head. "I love how this is my fault!"

Samuel pointed at Tony, "That's crap! You know this was your fault Tony."

Tony shook his head. "Well, see Lance. What happened was….we were all on a ship and running from some….." He thought, then finding the word he snapped his fingers. "Veorsu! Yes!"

Lance held up his hands. "Stop! This is how we'll do this." He looked at Genie. Knowing her Rixilaron heritage, he knew she was incapable of telling a lie. "Genie. Tell me what happened."

She rolled her eyes. "Tony dared Samuel that he couldn't pilot Dad's TARDIS."

Lance closed his eyes and groaned. "Oh, not good."

Samuel pointed at Lance's chest. "You are really bruised up. Can I help you with that?"

Lance looked at his chest and shook his head. "I'm fine. Don't change the subject. Where is this ….TARDIS?"

Samuel groaned.

Arles looked back at Samuel, "Sammy crashed it."

Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "First time out. Dad told me that he crashed the first time he piloted a TARDIS, too."

Genie shook her head. "Ugh. We came to see you because we know Dad and Papa will be proper cross. Don't even get me started on Mum."

Arles nodded, "Plus, we can't touch our counterparts that are here. Well, are we all here, yet?"

Lance smiled proudly at his nephew. "You are. You're just a month old."

Arles smiled proudly, "I'm sure I'm handsome already."

Genie rolled her eyes. "And unmodest. Is Jane here? I'm so sorry to bother you Lance. We didn't know what else to do."

Lance closed his eyes, "Jane. Um…. Right. She's. Alright. You lot, stay here. I have to explain why you are here."

Genie looked concerned, "Lance. Does she know? We haven't messed this up for you, have we? We can go to Uncle Tony's-"

He pat her hand. "Genie. It's alright. Just, give me a bit. Stay here." He stood up and pointed at the other three. "Don't touch anything and stay!"

Samuel groaned and collapsed on the sofa. "Do you think he'll make us tell Dad?"

Lance walked back into Jane's bedroom. He heard the shower running in the bath. He knocked on the door and stepped inside. Jane stood at in the doorway of the shower, testing the water with her hand. She was still wearing her robe. "Who was it?"

Lance stepped in and closed the door. "Umm…my nephew."

She smiled, "Yeah, right. Arles stopped by?"

He put his hands on his hips. "He's still here. Umm…. He's in a bit of trouble."

"Lance? Is everything alright? You are so bruised up, are you sure you don't have a concussion or something?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I don't remember hitting my head. But, well…I just don't even know where to start."

She crossed her arms. "Just pick a place, and go."

He bit his lip. "Right. Ummm…get dressed and come see this for yourself."

"Lance." She groaned.

He nodded his head and turned off the shower. "We'll get back to this in a bit. I promise. I just, need to get this sorted. Jane, I might be losing my mind. Just, make sure that you can see them too."

She shook her head. "Alright, fine."

They stepped back into her bedroom and she slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Lance took the opportunity to put on a shirt, too. They both walked into the sitting room where the four teenagers stop arguing as soon as they saw them.

Jane's eyes were as big as saucers. "They are….."

"Teenagers." Lance nodded.

Tony Tyler shook his head. "I'm 24, thank you."

"Who are they?"

Lance pointed at each one in turn. "Tony Tyler, Samuel Smith, Arles, and Genie Smith."

Jane shook her head. "This isn't possible. Genie is only 6 years old! Arles is a baby!"

Samuel chuckled, "I'll agree with that."

Genie rolled her eyes. She stood up and smiled warmly at Jane. Jane had to admit, they all looked just like their younger counterparts. Especially, Genie with her beautiful light brown eyes. "Jane, I'm so sorry to bother you. But, you have always told us all that you are here for us…with anything. We're really in trouble now."

Jane shook her head and looked back at Lance. "Okay. I need a minute."

Lance nodded and pointed at the children. "Stay! We'll be right back."

Tony barked playfully.

Samuel and Arles laughed.

Jane took Lance back into her bedroom and closed the door. "Okay. This is absolutely….mad! That's impossible."

He put his hands on his hips. "How do you explain them being here, then?"

She shook her head. "That can't be them."

"Arles can speak my language. The one that is not spoken on this planet. Our family has a request that we can ask of one another, at anytime, to automatically trust and help the other one. It's an unknown thing to anyone else."

She rose her eyebrow. "No family really has that."

He nodded, "Mine does. He came into the room, and that's the first thing he said. That's him. I'm sure of it."

"You said you were an alien."

He nodded. "Yep. Believe me yet?"

She held her hand out, "But they aren't!"

Lance sighed and rubbed his hands together, "I'm sorry, Jane. This is never how I meant to tell you this."

"They are." She realized.

"All of them. Except Tony Tyler. He's completely human."

"Genie?"

He nodded, "Her Dad was from another world. That's the reason she is telepathic."

"She's telepathic?!"

"Maybe we should slow down on the explanations."

She covered her face and groaned. "Lance. This is a lot to process."

He took her hands from her face. "When I first met you, you said that whatever I told you, you would believe. I realize this is really pushing that to the limit, but that is really those children. They are in trouble. Jane, I have to help them."

"How are they here? And older?"

"John is a time traveler. This lot have stolen his time machine and have crashed it."

She looked at him in shock.

He kissed her hands. "Jane. I promise you that all of this is true."

"The thing you call yourself."

"A Quauthin warrior."

"You are from ….Quauthin?"

"It actually doesn't have a name. We call it the Quauthin homeworld."

"The story you told Arles-"

"Completely true."

"You are one of the four brothers. The four sons of the man who didn't want to be king."

He nodded, "Lavatch. Yes, that was our father. I'm so grateful he didn't."

"And you don't want-"

He shook his head and smiled. "I never want to do that."

She rose her eyebrows at him, "Lance. This is mad."

"I can prove it!"

"You said it would hurt. Don't-"

"No. It was because I was so bruised up last night."

"You're bruised up now!"

"It's necessary. Just, promise that you won't …scream."

She shook her head, "Not promising that."

He nodded. "Alright. Fair enough. Kiss me."

She kissed his lips quickly.

He smiled at her. "Okay. Now, do it again."

She leaned into kiss him and her face went through his. She straightened up and her eyes became as large as saucers. He held his finger up, and pointed at the door. She watched as he walked through the door as if he was a ghost.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She quickly pulled the door open and he stood there looking at her. "Hang on. I'm not solid yet."

She covered her mouth. "Am I dreaming?"

He smiled at her, "No. It's all true." He reached out and took her hand. "There. Solid again."

She sighed. "Maybe, I'm the one that hit my head."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. He took her hand and walked back into the sitting room.

"Okay, so you've crashed John's ship-"

"No! No! No! Not the ship." Samuel insisted. "He would really be cross if that was the case."

Tony crossed his arms and grinned. "Hell. I can fly better than that."

Arles shook his head. "It's the TARDIS. The time machine. We saw a signal here and followed it."

"A signal?"

"There was another time signature."

Lance shook his head. "John isn't traveling in time. Rose has asked him not to. I don't know who that would….." Then he realized. "Hell, it's Jack. Jack is here. He came back to this time."

Arles relaxed, "Oh, good. He can probably fix it!"

Samuel punched the air. "And not tell Dad! Brilliant!"

Lance shook his head. "I don't like this, guys. John can tell if someone moves in time."

Jane looked surprised, "He can?"

Lance nodded, "There's an entire explanation there." He pointed at them. "Where is it?"

Samuel shook his head. "It's safe, Lance. Don't worry."

"How bad is it damaged?"

Arles smiled, "Not that bad. We're sure you can fix it. And with Jack's help, we're sorted."

"I don't know anything about time machines! His ship isn't even matured enough for him to fly it here! I've never seen it!"

Samuel laughed, "I can't even believe you said that. You?"

Lance groaned. "Jane. I'm so sorry about this-"

She pat his hand. "I'm still processing this. Tea?"

Genie stood up, "I'll make us some. Don't worry. I know where everything is."

Jane watched Genie walk into the kitchen. She turned and looked at Lance. "This could be strangest thing that's ever happened in my life."

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