A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the others but it contains a lot of information...you'll see what I mean ;P

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Citana and John waited in the TARDIS while Clara and the Doctors dealt with the Time Lord's greatest shame. Initially, John wanted to help, but he figured Clara could more than steer the daft old men in the right direction.

"You alright?" asked John.

Citana had been sitting on the steps of the console room, staring blankly for the past few minutes.

"Oh, yeah. Just got lost in thought for a moment," she yawned as she spoke. "Should be asking you that, though. Seeing as your X-Men power is to glow and then come back from the dead."

"Actually, I feel pretty good. I think regenerating, which hurt like a mother fucker, mind you, actually makes me feel like I'm well-rested now. But, if you want to rest, I can help you find a bed in the TARDIS."

"Would that bed happen to be your own? Jesus, John. Take me to dinner first," she said with a smirk.

Knowing he'd walked right into that one, John just laughed and hoped she didn't notice his blush.

"Right, um, well, you're obviously joking. But seriously. I'm sure you're tired."

"Actually, a nap sounds really good right now. I'm sure I can manage to find a bed or a couch. Or a fucking hammock somewhere in this thing." Citana saluted John then headed out of the console room.

John scratched at his head as he stared at the doorway. "Well, I did buy her fries," he mumbled to himself.

…

Citana wandered around the TARDIS until she finally came to a door. She wasn't sure if it would be that easy. The first room she finds happens to be a room with a comfortable place to take a nap. Slowly opening the door, Citana chuckled when she saw a bunk bed.

"Well, I mean. Why not?"

Citana made her way into the room. She looked around and took in the sight. It was evident that two people had previously stayed in the room. But what was odd is that it didn't appear to be children, going by the clothes she found thrown about. Citana made her way over to the vanity, where her eyes locked onto a picture. She picked up the photo as her eyes roamed over the faces. Most likely, the faces of the two people who'd stayed in the room.

Her heart was pounding as she flipped the photo over, confirming all her suspicions.

Amelia Pond and Rory Williams c. 2010

Citana hadn't become suspicious until she discovered she'd survived being stabbed. And then the wheels really started turning when John called her Amelia. She'd even questioned him on how he knew her name. Because yes, Citana was her name. Her middle name. But her full name, given to her by her adoptive parents, was Amelia Citana Williams.

Named affectionately after her father's own adoptive mother.

Her grandmother. Amelia Williams.

Amelia Pond.

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"I met the sweetest baby girl today, Rory."

The retired nurse knew where this was heading. Amy couldn't resist bringing children into their humble home over the years. Ever since their son Tom went off to college, Amy volunteered at a children's home whenever she had writer's block. Inevitably, she'd fall in love with one of the kids, and they'd end up coming home with her through the foster care system. But now, the couple wasn't as young as they used to be, and the thought of bringing home a baby…another baby made Rory nervous.

"Rory? Are you even listening to me?"

"Right, yes. Sweet baby girl. What's her name?"

"Right now, it's just baby girl," said Amy sadly. "She doesn't have a name."

"Oh. That's terrible. I mean….what? I know that face. Amy? What?"

"Just, hear me out. I mean, she's only a week old. Both of us are home now. You're always talking about finding a new hobby. Maybe we could just…."

"Amy," began Rory. "I meant hobby as in oh, I don't know, watercolours or, or beekeeping. Not taking care of a newborn baby!"

"But, here is the best part! I've already talked to Tom and Elizabeth. You know they've been trying to adopt. They said they would love to go through the process with her. She'd only be staying with us until all the paperwork goes through. Then we'll just be able to spoil the child! You know, all the fun parts about having a baby and none of the sleepless nights or crying. And by crying, I mean us crying from stress and exhaustion," she laughed.

Rory sighed, then gave a smile. "The things I do for you, woman," he said with a laugh.

"Honestly, Rory. Spending 2000 years standing outside a box is much worse than snuggling a little chunky baby."

"Okay, okay! You win. When does she get to come here?"

**cue the doorbell**

"Well…" began Amy.

Rory just shook his head as Amy sprung up to answer the door. She was well on her way to seventy and still had energy for days. Rory watched as Amy took the child into her arms.

"I guess there could be worse hobbies."

…

Citana set the photo down and took a deep breath. When she first saw John wearing the bow tie, it all began clicking into place. Whenever she slept over at Nana Amy's house, she'd always tell her fantastical stories of the raggedy man with the bow-tie who travelled around in a blue police box. In each story, Citana would learn more about the strange alien and the adventures he had taken her grandma. At the time, she thought it was all just a fairytale. Her grandmother was an author, so it made sense.

It wasn't until Citana turned sixteen that everything changed. First, her Papa Rory passed away a few years prior. But then, her Nana. It was the worst day of her life. Citana was close with Nana Amy. They were kindred spirits.

Amy was against Tom naming his daughter after her. So they compromised when she got to pick the middle name. Unfortunately, they didn't know much about the little girl's heritage other than she was Native American. They'd hoped to find which tribe, but the paperwork was hard to track down.

Amy settled on the name "Citana." Mainly for its meaning. Because that was what the little girl was. She was a bright star in a dark sky.

But sometimes, it's hard to be the light when everything else is just dark. She knew her parents loved her. They did their best, and she never faulted them for her hardships. Thankfully her father was adopted himself, so he understood some of her struggles. Yet, no matter how much they told her that she was loved and wanted, the thought that her own parents, her own mother, had given her up messed with her self-worth.

After Amy passed, things seemed to go downhill, and she got involved in the wrong crowd. When she turned eighteen, she moved out of her parents home and has been running from the darkness ever since. She'd often feel terrible guilt for leaving her parents without so much as a note.

She just hated goodbyes.

When she finally got the job at the strip club, the beautiful dark-haired girl was at her lowest low. Disconnecting from everything around her, she took on the name of Pocahontas that the manager bestowed upon her and went about making money to survive. Desperate to simply feed herself, she'd taken an advance on her check, only having been at the club for two weeks. All her tips went straight back to the bar.

It was when she was dancing for a particularly handsy older man with foul breath that she knew that tonight would be the night. She had it all planned out. All she needed was some cash. So, she pocketed his wallet just before the bartender interrupted and told her to follow. Looks like she'd have to do one more lap dance before making her way out of the club, take a cab to the Brooklyn Bridge and then end it all.

Citana wiped the tears from her eyes as she thought over what she had planned to do that night. She then huffed a laugh at the thought that it took some bumbling idiot to save her life. Not just from being stabbed but from her own despair. She honestly believed that she had no other choice. She was so confused and in pain that she simply wanted to disappear.

'And now I'm in a fucking time machine. The same time machine Nana told me all those crazy stories about,' she thought. She sighed before falling into a peaceful sleep.

"Shit's wild."