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Chapter 4: Four Feltons

Olivia groaned as she stirred, lying in her bed in Joyce's home. Her old room. She suddenly recalled what had made her faint and she gasped as her eyes shot wide and she sat up.

"Liv," the Doctor called, hurrying to her side. "You shouldn't sit up so—"

He was cut off when she grabbed his jacket and pulled him closer to look him in the eye, demanding, "Where's Amelia?"

"She's in her cot over there," he instantly replied, pointing to the other side of the bed and Olivia looked to the cot with a squirming, babbling Amelia in it. She released the Doctor and scrambled over the bed to look down at her daughter and sighed in relief that she was there and not with that man.

"She didn't like your father holding her," he explained, stepping around the bed to kneel at the foot of Amelia's cot.

"Theta, he's not my father," Olivia nearly snapped, making him look to her with a frown as she shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, still staring at Amelia. "I don't know who he is, how he fooled my mother, or why he's here, but that is not my father. He's just someone who looks like him."

"Liv, maybe you don't want it to be him," he theorized, making her look to him with a frown. "You sure you're not feeling any resentment because he left?"

"I know why he left, and I know why he had to. I don't blame him for that. And because I feel that way, I know he wouldn't come back, out of the blue, and put us in danger again. Because we would be in danger if he came back. This is not my father."

"Are you certain?"

"Why are you doubting me?"

"Because this is extremely close to home. Your emotions could be getting the better of you."

"Damn right I'm emotional," she ground out, slowly standing to loom over him. "Somebody stole my father's face and held my baby and charmed my mother and now he's in my house! Why wouldn't I be emotional?!"

Amelia started fussing, making the Doctor look to her and reach in to lift her and rock her, hushing her and assuring her that it was alright as Olivia sat back down on the mattress with a heavy sigh.

"She doesn't like it when you're angry," he reported, even though he knew she could understand the noises and cries Amelia gave.

"I don't either," she sighed, watching the Doctor rock and bounce Amelia in his arms, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched him before her smile faded and she told him, "I don't want the baby near him."

He looked up at her, still rocking Amelia gently and her worried gaze met his curious one. He gave a nod, but his gaze was turned to the door of her room, making Olivia frown as she turned to see Joyce hurrying in.

"Olivia! You're alright!" she sighed in relief, sitting next to Olivia to hug her tightly. "You scared me! You never faint like that! I was so worried!"

"I'm fine now, mom," Olivia smiled, wrapping her arms around her as well but when she looked to the door, her smile fell as her gaze fell on the very man she was furious with.

"Good to see you're awake, Bright Eyes," he smirked, sauntering into the room to step in front of her, next to the Doctor.

"Don't call me that," Olivia shot back as she pulled back from Joyce who stared at her in shock. "My father used to call me that. You don't get to call me that."

"Olivia—!"

"It's alright, Joyce," Richard assured her, cutting into her scolding as he kept Olivia's gaze. "She's obviously still angry at me for leaving. I understand. I won't pretend I'm here to patch things up and forget that. But, I'd like to give it a try at being a dad again, if I can."

"You can't," Olivia snarled.

"Doctor, talk some sense into her!" Joyce pleaded.

"Oh, a doctor, huh?" Richard smiled, holding a hand to him to shake it, but the Doctor only held tight to Amelia still in his arms. Richard pulled his hand back, awkwardly as he resumed, "I'm glad Olivia married well. What's your field?"

"Uh…"

"He's a surgeon," Olivia cut in when the Doctor wasn't sure what to say. "Doctor John Smith. Surgeon. Can you go now?"

"Olivia, that's not—"

"Joyce, why don't you and I head downstairs with the baby, eh?" the Doctor cut in, realizing she was about to give away what Olivia was trying to hide.

"But—"

"You could show me how to make up a bottle of formula. She's hungry now," the Doctor grinned, heading for the door and gently taking Joyce's arm to lead her that way as well. "Come on."

"Will you be alright alone with him?" he asked Olivia through their telepathic bond.

"I'll be fine," she replied. "I've dealt with look-alikes before. That was close to home, too. Just keep Amelia and mom safe."

She waited until she could tell they were heading down the stairs before she looked up at the man who claimed to be her father.

"Is this where you apologize and say you were just putting on a show for those two?" Richard smirked, folding his arms in front of him.

"Nope," she retorted, standing and looking him square in the eye as she placed her hands on her hips. "This is where you tell me why you're here."

He frowned then scoffed in astonishment, "Oh, come on. I'm here to get my family back. Is that too much to ask? Not a good enough reason for you?"

"No, it isn't," she retorted. "You may have my father's face but you are not Richard Felton. I know Richard Felton, and he wouldn't show up like this. So, either you tell me who you really are and what you want, or you'll be very sorry you ever showed up here."

"Look, Olivia—What's that?" he frowned behind her.

"Oh, please, you really think I'm gonna fall for—?"

"Liv…"

She frowned and turned to the door to see the Doctor standing in the doorway, staring wide eyes at the wall on the other side of her bed…a glow reflecting over his face. She hurried around the bed to step next to him, Richard following, but she lifted a hand to him to keep him at a distance from the two of them before looking to the wall, her eyes shooting wide at what she found.

"What…the…hell?" she breathed as they all stared at the Crack in her wall. "Doctor…it's the…"

"The Crack, yes," he breathed, neither taking their gazes from it before Olivia looked to Richard.

"Get out," she ordered him, making him glance between her and the Crack with a frown.

"What is that?!" he demanded.

"I said get out!" Olivia growled, pointing to the door and he glared at her before marching out the door in anger and Olivia turned back to the Doctor. "Ok, explanation would be good right about now."

"It's…it's a doorway to another universe," he replied in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, got that a while ago," she nodded. "Why is it in my room?"

"It knew I would be here," he whispered.

"Theta, our baby is here," Olivia reminded him. "If this thing is dangerous—"

"I don't know, Liv," he murmured, stepping toward the Crack to examine it, pulling his Sonic out to scan it. When the pulsing of the screwdriver sounded, something else accompanied it. A signal of some sort filled her room, making Olivia stare at the Doctor as he lowered his Sonic. "Keep Amelia and Joyce out of your room. I'll analyze this signal in the TARDIS."

"What do you think it is?" she asked as he stepped toward the door and she followed him a he past her. "You have a theory. I know you do."

"I don't know yet, Liv," he replied, turning to her as they stepped out of the hall and their gazes locked. "I'll sort this out, whatever it is. I promise."

"I know you will, but don't keep me in the dark when my mother and our child are so close to this," she requested.

"You've got your so-called father to sort out, Liv," he reminded her. "I'll sort this, you sort that, yes?"

Olivia sighed and nodded before he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Keep them away from this room, yes?" he repeated and she nodded before he turned and made his way down the stairs to head for the TARDIS.

Olivia turned and stepped back into the room to lift the cot from one side of her bed and carried it out, shutting her door behind her and turned to find Joyce coming up the stairs, Amelia in her arms.

"What are you doing with that?" she asked as Olivia trudged toward her.

"Moving it," she replied. "Can we put it in your room? My room's out of bounds for the moment."

"Sure, but…what's wrong with your room?" Joyce wondered as Olivia stepped around her and toward her room to set the cot next to the bed.

"Nothing for you to worry about, mom," Olivia assured her, reaching for Amelia and Joyce handed her over as the baby started fussing.

"I just fed her," Joyce reported.

"Yeah, she just needs her diaper changed," Olivia reported, understanding her fussing noises and heading toward the nursery. "So where is he?"

"He's in the TARDIS," Joyce replied, following Olivia and assuming she was talking about the Doctor. "He said you knew."

"Not the Doctor, I mean the faker," Olivia shot back as she set Amelia down on the changing table to begin changing her diaper.

"He's watching TV," Joyce sighed. "Olivia, I wish you would give up this delusion that he's not your father. He is. He's come back. I know it's a shock, but it's a welcome one, isn't it?"

"Mom, he's not dad," Olivia insisted, reaching into one of the drawers built into the table for a clean diaper, wipes and powder. "I don't know what he said to convince you of that—"

"He called you Bright Eyes," Joyce cut in. "That was enough for me. Nobody knows that he called you that. Nobody but me, you and him."

Olivia sighed, still going through the motions of her task as she shook her head.

"Mom, do you remember William Zimmerman at Torchwood?" she asked, lifting Amelia's bottom to wipe it clean, and the baby giggled, making Olivia smile down at her before she wrapped up the dirty diaper and set it aside.

"He looked like the Doctor, didn't he?" Joyce recalled as Olivia strapped the clean diaper around Amelia's baby waist. "He used telepathy through touch to see your memories of the Doctor but…" Realization dawned on her and she stared at her daughter. "Oh, Olivia Lydia Felton, you can't possibly believe he's an alien in disguise!"

"After everything we've been through, how can you doubt that as a possibility?" Olivia shot back, lifting Amelia into her arms and stepping toward the crib.

"You've been traveling with the Doctor for too long," Joyce retorted, lifting the dirty diaper to toss it into the diaper genie next to the table.

"Did you learn nothing from New York, mom?" Olivia wondered irritably, laying Amelia in the crib and placing her white plush rabbit, she learned Amelia called Bun-Bun, next to her.

"New York?" Joyce frowned in wonder as she draped a blanket over the dozing Amelia. "All I learned from New York is that Weeping Angels are not to be messed with."

"Then you missed the actual lesson of the Weeping Angels," Olivia retorted, stroking Amelia's head with a small smile. "They take the form of stone angels, hiding as garden ornaments and decorations. Seemingly harmless and looking so innocent."

"And?" Joyce shrugged. "The lesson?"

"Things aren't always as they appear," she murmured before standing tall and turning to Joyce. "Keep him away from the baby, mom. He's not to hold her, touch her or even breathe around her unless I'm in the room."

"Olivia, don't be ridiculous—"

"Mom, don't be stupid, I know you're not," she retorted, making Joyce frown in irritation. Olivia sighed and softened her gaze as she took one of her mother's hands, murmuring, "Look, I know you miss dad, I miss him, too, but that doesn't mean this guy is dad."

Joyce pulled her hand from Olivia's, making her frown as Joyce glared at her.

"This is why I didn't want you to go with him," Joyce ground out, making Olivia sigh and lean on the crib to stare at the napping Amelia. "Now everything you see, even a wonderful, random occurrence, has you paranoid!"

"Mom, this isn't paranoia—"

"You're not poisoning me against your father," Joyce snapped, making Olivia stare wide eyes at her mother. "He's here to make amends, and you're in denial, saying he's an alien!"

"Mom—"

Joyce held a hand up to silence her and turned to the door to march toward it, making Olivia sigh again and look down at Amelia, sadly.

"You know," Joyce called, stopping in the doorway and catching Olivia's attention. "This is the only time I've ever hated the Doctor."

Olivia swallowed hard as her heart clenched, tightly, regretting her doubts, but knowing they were true as Joyce marched out the door. Tears filled her eyes before she sniffled, blinking them away as the Doctor stepped into the room.

"Liv?" he frowned, seeing her expression.

"Don't ask," she pleaded, turning to look back at Amelia as he approached. "Did you find out what the signal was?"

"It's a signal to me," he replied, stepping next to her and looking down at Amelia as well.

"To you?" she wondered with a frown at him.

"It's a question," he murmured, making her frown deepen. "The question."

Olivia's eyes widened at him in realization before recalling, "But, I thought…that would be asked on the fields of Trenzilor. Isn't that how it goes?"

"Time can be rewritten, Liv," he whispered, reaching into the crib to stroke Amelia's wild curls as she slept.

"But so drastically, even after you know it's gonna happen?" she wondered.

"Maybe it'll happen in the future," he shrugged. "Right now, we have to focus on the problems at hand, eh? How's it going with Not Dad?"

"Well, mom doesn't believe me," Olivia sighed. "She says I'm being paranoid and she won't listen to me."

"Did you really think she'd react any differently?" he wondered.

"I guess," Olivia sighed. "I just wish she hadn't…said she hated you for this."

"Oh, don't take it personally, my love," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "She just misses your dad."

"I know," Olivia sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "So…what's on the other side of the Crack? What's sending that signal?"

The Doctor stared down at Amelia, not saying a word and making Olivia lift her head to look up at him with a frown of wonder.

"Theta?" she whispered.

"The Crack leads to another universe, Liv," he reiterated.

"Yes," Olivia drawled, pulling back to look at him in wonder. "So…someone's signaling you from another universe?"

"Not someone," he corrected. "Something. Have you forgotten our last adventure already?"

"Of course not—Oh…" Olivia breathed in wide-eyed realization and she turned to face him completely, making him do the same. "It's…Gallifrey?"

He only nodded making her take in a breath.

"And what will happen if it gets through?" she asked, swallowing hard.

"Exactly what you think will happen, Liv," he murmured. "You've seen it before."

"Oh, god," Olivia breathed, recalling the events that occurred just before the Doctor's regeneration. "Why are they asking the question?"

"Proof," he replied. "That it's me. They're asking for my true name, Liv. As a signal that it's alright to come through."

"So…what happens if you don't answer?"

"They won't come through. To save the Earth…Gallifrey has to wait."

"Gallifrey."

They both turned to the doorway at the voice to see Richard holding a struggling Joyce with a hand over her mouth, the other around her waist and a smug smirk over his features.

"I knew this was the right place," he sneered, looking down at Joyce. "And I knew you'd fall for this form, you sentimental fool."

"Let her go," Olivia snarled as the Doctor reached into his jacket for his Sonic to aim it at him. "Let her go, now!"

"Scanning me?" Richard smirked, still holding Joyce fast, even as she struggled. "Why don't I just tell you what I am, Doctor, and save you the trouble? Anguis. Sound familiar?"

"What do you want?" the Doctor demanded, not lowering his Sonic.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he sneered, and suddenly his form began changing. His whole body shifted into a figure of sand, lifting Joyce off the floor as he grew in height as well and Olivia ran for her to try to pull her free.

"Olivia, no!" the Doctor shouted, but when he reached out to grab her she was yanked toward the alien as Joyce was tossed like a rag doll across the room, Amelia now crying and screaming from her crib.

"Don't you dare move form that spot!" Olivia shouted to the Doctor, seeing him ready to charge the thing as she struggled to be free of its hold. "You don't let it get my baby!"

"How sweet," the Anguis hissed. "You'll certainly need all the protection for that child you can get, Doctor!"

And with that, he disappeared.

"Olivia!"

The Doctor stared at the spot where the Anguis had been holding her with round eyes, his hearts thumping in his chest and he just barely heard the cries of his daughter behind him. Only when Joyce groaned and stirred on the floor did he come back to his senses. He ran toward Joyce to help her up and look her over.

"Where's Olivia?" she murmured, holding her head and feeling dizzy from the impact it had made on the floor. "Amelia! Is she alright?!"

"She's fine," he nodded, gesturing to the crib and Joyce ran to it to lift the baby, rocking her to get her to stop crying. "I need you to get into the TARDIS, Joyce. It's not safe here. It'll come back for us."

"Where's Olivia?" she asked again, making him whirl on her and meet her gaze and she swallowed hard at the look in his eyes.

"Get…too…the TARDIS," he ground out.

She nodded without a word before reaching into the crib for Amelia's Bun-Bun, then made her way out of the room to do as he told her. Once alone he sighed, tiredly, leaning against the railing of his daughter's crib.

"I'm coming, Liv. Just hang on."

He shoved off the crib and marched out of the room, stopping when the faint sound of the signal coming from Olivia's room caught his ear. He stopped and turned to the closed door to open it, staring at the Crack glowing back brilliantly at him.

"This is revenge," he ground out to the Time Lords he knew were on the other side and knew could hear him. "The Anguis planet was destroyed in the Time War. He took my wife as revenge and who knows what other reasons he has. I can't help you right now. Not like this. I won't sacrifice the Earth for you. I wouldn't sacrifice any planet for you. I'm sorry."

With that he turned and marched back toward the hall to rush down the stairs and out to the back yard where the TARDIS still sat, the door slightly ajar from Joyce heading inside with Amelia. He would keep them safe, and he would save Olivia.

Meanwhile...

Olivia groaned as she awoke. She had passed out at some point, though she wasn't sure when. She awoke uncomfortable, her arms up above her head and shackled at the wrists, painfully. It felt like her entire weight was being held by her wrists, her head drooping forward. She opened her eyes with a frown and gasped as she instantly saw nothing beneath her feet, which kicked at the air she was suspended in before she looked up to the shackles holding her wrists. She didn't know where she was. She was focused on the fact that she was dangling above a death drop. She couldn't even get to her Sonic to release herself.

"Your efforts are useless," a hiss came from her right, making her gasp again as she turned wide eyes at the hollow figure, using sand to form its body, floating next to her. It had a snake's body with the torso of a man, faceless and without detail. "You will not escape the shackles, and if you did…the drop would surely kill you."

"What do you want from me?" she growled, kicking at the Anguis, angrily.

It gave a hissing chuckle before retorting, "So vain. What makes you think I want you, of all things?"

"My house, you charmed my mother, you used my father's face, safe to say you're after me," she snapped back.

"Subterfuge," he hissed back, leaning closer to her face. "All part of my plan to get what I really want."

"And that is?"

"Your beloved Doctor, Bright Eyes."

The Anguis dissipated into the air, leaving Olivia to struggle against her bonds, kicking and thrashing to be free.

"You leave him alone!"

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