Wanderer of Time: Darkness Within

by Tinker16

The powers within have been steadily growing, buying time until the moment of remembrance. The moment swiftly approaches. Wanda's fears are coming to a head as she realizes what has been living inside her has only one purpose in the universe. And it holds no qualms in destroying any who gets in its way, even those who Wanda loves. (Part Three of the Wanderer of Time trilogy)

13. Ch 13: Stranded in 1969

Hello, readers!

What's this? An update so soon? lol Why, yes it is! I had time, and I was so excited to be back that I spent my leziure day away working on editing this new chapter for everyone as a surprise present for you all. Hope you like it. :)

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Chapter 13: Stranded in 1969

A few days went on with tension on the TARDIS. The Doctor held back constantly in everything, not wishing to be around anyone as he only wanted to isolate himself. A way to punishment himself, by Wanda's guesses. Especially as he always seemed to want to avoid her in shame. Every time she would enter the room where he was, he would suddenly find excuses to leave and go tinker on something within the TARDIS. Then Martha was still feeling spiteful against the Doctor for what had happened, and wished to only be around Wanda. Every time the companion saw the Time Lord, she would grit her teeth and not even look at him. Wanda finally got fed up with the two of them. She ended up dragging both into the study room, and then pushing them into the arm chairs while she sat on the ground by the fireplace.

Eventually, she managed to get both of them to stop being idiots and talk. Martha ranted for some time, blowing off steam. But soon, the companion had cooled down and became less hostile with the Doctor. Then, each girl sat and listened to what he had to say, telling them on how badly he felt by what occurred. Not only to Wanda, but to Martha as well. His regrets and guilt weighing heavily on him like a cold and heavy stone. By the end of him talking, each girl hugged him as he became so sorrowful. But Wanda knew, that after they had this moment together like a family, that both Martha and the Doctor felt much better for each of them acted cheerful again.

Currently, Wanda blinked away the white spots from her vision as she had arrived to an open sidewalk on a bright, sunny day. She had just been ready to go off to visit Tim Latimer in the future during a Veteran ceremony. Something to which they had all agreed it was something they needed to do together before anything else. She huffed in frustration, feeling as though she never caught a break from her wandering. Could it not have waited until after she made certain that everything was back to normal for the Doctor and Martha?

Sighing, she felt great disappointment run through her. She wanted to see Tim again so badly and be there with him once more. Though, it might have been strange for him in seeing her new face instead of her Second incarnation. As well as her not really being Alice, the one who Tim was truly close to. But it still did not mean that Wanda did not feel compelled to see the student once again, feeling an internal want coming from Alice herself. Shaking her head lightly, Wanda decided to move on down the sidewalk, wanting to focus on something other than a depressing past.

The sidewalk was not so empty. She saw a few people walking around down the way, and a few others were strolling along across the street. She noticed as she seemed to be in a shopping area, with little shops all around, and a few cafes here and there. Sniffing the air, she could tell she was in 1969. Plus, the clothes that the people were wearing gave it away as well. Ah, the hippie style. She really did love bellbottoms. Grinning slightly to herself, she gazed around, trying to think of where exactly she was in 1969. By the looks of things, it must be London. Hmm. She was not quite sure at what point in time this would be for the Doctor. Did she arrive somewhere the Doctor had just left? That happened more often lately with her always going places the Time Lord had visited, then ran off again. She would then have to wait around until she would wander again to the next point in time with him.

Her steps slowed down until she came to a complete stop on the walkway. The quiet and calm day settled around her as she stared at the distant café, with many tables sitting outside with different costumers at said tables enjoying the day. Emerald eyes lighting up in bright excitement, she beamed as she saw Captain Jack Harkness sitting outside the café. In his usual World War II trench coat while sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. She hurriedly jogged forward, completely giddy in seeing an old time friend again. It had been ages since seeing Jack last time when the Earth had been stolen. In fact, she hardly ever had a chance to see Jack during her First and Second incarnations. So she was really excited in seeing him again.

"Smexy!" she shouted, waving her hand happily as she got closer to the immortal man. Jack, who had been in the middle of sipping his coffee, sputtered on his drink. He blinked in shock and disbelief, staring at her as if he could not believe what he was seeing. Then the brightest smile appeared on his face.

"Tink!" he cried, standing up quickly as Wanda jogged up to his table. He laughed in delight, pulling her into a very strong hug and even spun her around. He then held her arm an arm length away from him, holding onto her shoulders as he seemed to take her in. "Wow. It's been so long since I've seen you I forgot how . . ." He paused, seeming to think on the right thing to say.

"Forgotten how gorgeous I am?" Wanda joked, giggling in delight as she remembered Jack calling her First self that so long ago.

"Nah, I was going to say 'tiny,'" Jacked teased her, giving a sly grin. Wanda scoffed and hit him in the arm, making him laugh even more. Giving her another strong hug, he smiled in content. "It's so good to see you again, Wanda."

"It's good to see you, too, Jack," she replied, giving him an equally strong and warm hug. She felt bad in knowing this was a point in time for Jack living the slow path on Earth.

After Nine had left Satellite Five with Rose, leaving the Captain behind, then the man had transported himself away from the year 200,100 A. D. to 1869 A.D., living over a hundred years away from the Doctor and the rest of the time travelling family. Alone. Wanda always did feel terrible that the man had been left behind in such a way, living through so much on his own. But at the same time, if it did not happen, then much of Jack's life would be empty. Simply travelling around time and space was not the life meant for Jack. He was meant for so much more, even if he did not realize it himself. With Torchwood, what he did with the World Wars, and even more in the future with the Face of Boe, Captain Jack Harkness was going to change the universe. And Wanda could not be any more proud of him. Still . . . it did not mean that she was completely okay with leaving him behind in the first place.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry that we had left you behind," Wanda said as soon as they had pulled away from their hug. She stared at him in remorse. "I truly wish that things could have been different."

"Nah, don't worry about it, Tink. It wasn't even really your fault. The Doctor was the one who left me behind," Jack responded, dismissing her guilt. He even gave her a comforting and reassuring smile. Then, he began looking over her shoulder curiously. "Speaking of which, is old big ears here with you? Maybe even Rose?"

Wanda shook her head. "No, sorry, just me. I wandered here just a moment ago. The Doctor is probably off doing something else at the moment."

"Ah, well, then," he smiled in a flirtatious manner, waving a hand to the other seat by the small table he had been sitting at, "care to join me on a date?"

Wanda giggled, sitting down at the table. "Why I'd love to." Jack sat down across from her, scooting up to the table. She folded her hands together on the table, staring at him in interest. "So . . . how has life been treating you, Jack?"

"Could be better," he admitted, shrugging slightly. "But it could be worse, too."

Wanda gave him a look of sympathy. "Sorry. I know how rough life has been for you after Satellite Five." She winced slightly as she realized life was much more than simply 'rough' for the immortal man. "Sorry . . . rough isn't exactly the best term to use there. I know things have been more horrid than that."

Jack shrugged once more. "Like I said, could have been worse. I've had people in my life who've helped make things better." He smiled fondly for a moment, before shaking his head. "But we can always talk about that later. Now, that you're here, I'm guessing this means I get to travel with you and the Doctor again?" At Wanda's sad gaze, Jack only gave a dejected smile. "Yeah, I figured as much."

Wanda reached forward and grasped his hands in comfort. "I'm sorry, but you still have a while before you will find the Doctor. There's still so much more you're meant to do here." Giving his hands a light squeeze, she smiled sadly. "Besides, even if I wanted to—which I do—I wouldn't be able to take you with me when I wander. At least . . . I don't think I could. I never really tried bringing someone along with me when I jump through time. Hmm . . . I wonder if I could try that. That would come in handy if I could and then maybe I could save a few people or even bring others on adventures with me. But then that might not work out so well because taking people out of their proper time would be bad and—."

"Ah, I missed the rambling," Jack laughed, grinning in delight as Wanda shook her head to snap herself out of her wandering thoughts and moved her hands away from his.

"Anyway, point is, you're stuck here for now. But don't worry, you only have a few more decades to go until we meet again," she explained, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Oh, well, not that long, then," Jack joked, laughing lightly along with Wanda. "It's fine, though. I've sort of known that I'm meant to meet up with the Doctor again in 2008. At least, the right Doctor of my own time."

Wanda raised a brow in curiosity to these words. "Oh? And how did you know that 2008 is the right date?"

"Ran into this girl in Cardiff who was psychic. Told me it would be a century before I see the Doctor." He smiled brightly. "But she said I would meet you sooner, and look at us now." He waved his hands out merrily, seeming excited by being there with the Time Lady. He rested his hands back on the table as both he and Wanda laughed in delight.

Wanda then stared at him curiously. "Yes, but if I remember correctly, the psychic from Cardiff only said 'a century.' She never specified the date that you would meet the Doctor."

"Ah, well, I have another source of information that lets me know of the future." Jack drummed his fingers on the table top, seeming suddenly wary of discussing the topic.

Raising a brow, Wanda's curiosity spiked even higher still. "Oh? What source would this be?"

"Uhh . . . would it be all right if I just said 'spoilers'?" He gave a grin, seeming hopeful that she would not ask into it anymore.

Wanda rolled her eyes, figuring it might be some woman or man that he was dating or something. "Fine. Fine. I get it. You don't want to discuss all your partners that you like to collect." She snickered as a red tint grew on his face. She never thought she see the day when Jack would blush.

"No, no, it's not like that. It's just . . . uh . . ." He seemed at a loss on what to say, as if wondering how he should put his words without drawing to much suspicion from Wanda. The Time Lady even raised both brows, wondering why exactly he seemed so flustered or unsure on what to say. "She's sort of a niece to me."

"A niece?"

"Not technically. More like an adopted niece. She just likes to call me 'Uncle Jack.' She's actually the main reason I'm here in London. She's going through some things and really needed someone there for her."

Wanda nodded slightly in understanding. "I was wondering why you weren't in Cardiff." She frowned in thought. "But how does this 'niece' of yours give you information of the future?"

Just as Jack was about to answer this, still looking uncertain by how exactly he would explain everything, a mobile phone started to go off. Wanda blinked in surprise as Jack hurriedly pulled out the ringing device from his coat. She stared around hesitantly at the other café guests, hoping they did not notice the clearly 'not-with-the-times' technology that Jack held in his hand. But none seemed to really pay the ringing mobile any mind.

"Jack, what exactly are you doing with a mobile phone in the 60s?" Wanda questioned him after he shut off the device. "It's not exactly 'modern' technology now is it?"

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot to put it on silent," Jack muttered as he stuffed the mobile away. "Trust me; I won't let it get into the wrong hands or anything. I know how you and the Doctor are about messing up time and everything."

"No, that's not the issue. I trust you on that. I'm not as strict as the Doctor on that kind of stuff," Wanda replied, waving away any of his worries that she might take the mobile away from him since it was futuristic technology. "I'm just more wondering how you obtained a mobile phone from the 21st century to the 20th century. How the heck did you manage that? Did you already have it before you left Satellite Five?"

"No, it's sort of a gift from the niece I was telling you about," he explained. "We needed a way to contact each other when she was in town, and being a whiz at technology, she was able to hook up our phones so we don't need cellular connections or anything. A lot like what the Doctor did with Rose's phone."

"Oh?" Brows raised high, she stared at him in interest. She felt bewildered for a moment in thinking how this 'niece' of Jack's could have possibly gotten them both mobiles. Then, it hit her. "Oh! Is she a Time Agent like you were?"

Jack drummed his fingers on the table slightly. "Something like that, yeah. She doesn't stick around much. Jumping around at random, she likes to wander a bit."

"Heh, sounds like me." Wanda grinned, leaning forward in eagerness to learn about someone new. If they were someone dear and close to Jack, then she would love to get to know them. "Can I meet her any time soon?"

Looking unsure on how to answer this, Jack began to open his mouth to reply when Wanda's own mobile went off in her pocket. She raised a brow in surprise, blinking in bewilderment. Pulling it out, she made sure to keep it from any wandering sight of the people around her and Jack.

"Looks like we're both rather popular today," Wanda laughed as she placed the mobile to her ear. "Hello?" She listened to the other person on the end for a moment, finding it humourous to hear a rather disgruntled and irritated Martha. "Oh? What did the Doctor do this time?" A few seconds pause to let Martha rant. "He did what? . . . An angel? Oh, you mean the Weeping Angels? . . . Yeah, that was rather idiotic of him." There was noise on the other side of the line. "Oi, don't yank Martha's mobile away from her, Doctor." Jack raised a brow as Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Don't try to play it off. You were careless, admit it," Wanda continued to speak. She sighed and rested her chin in her palm as the Doctor rambled on a million questions. "No, I'm not with the TARDIS. No, I'm not in back where you just came from. Yes, I'm in London, and yes, I'm in 1969. And judging by the noises in the background, I'm probably not that far away from you." She paused for a moment to let the Doctor ramble again. "Oh, I'd say . . . about a month? Yeah . . . yeah, that's what the possibilities show. A month." There was loud groaning and whining coming from the other end that made Wanda frown. "Now, don't go whining. It's not that bad to take the slow path. It's only for a month, you can live. I feel worse for Martha and I having to put up with your whining if you're gonna keep that up." She gave a sympathetic look as if she were staring at the dejected Doctor. "Look, I know, I understand how you feel. Don't worry; it really won't be that bad. Martha and I will be there for you, and you have Sally's instructions. We'll get Sexy back, I promise. . . Cross my hearts." She smiled as there was a warm reply. "Love you, too, sweetie. See you in a bit."

She sighed as she hung up her mobile, placing it back into her overcoat pocket. She stared sadly at Jack, feeling bad that she would have to leave so suddenly when they had just met again. Truly she did not wish to leave him so abruptly. She felt bad enough that he had to spend such a long time a part from the Doctor, the TARDIS, Rose, and herself. For he was a part of their time travelling family and he deserved to be with them. But . . . some things just could not be changed, no matter how much Wanda wished they could.

"I'm so sorry. I'd hate to just leave you like this again, but I have to go. The Doctor and Martha need me," Wanda said dejectedly.

"It's all right. I need to get going anyway," Jack replied, giving her a reassuring smile that things truly were okay for him, and that he understood they departed circumstances. "I know my niece is going to get impatient if I don't call her back." They stood up, each giving the other a strong and heartfelt hug. After a moment, Jack pulled away with a small frown. "'Martha'? Is that a new companion? What ever happened to Rose?"

Wanda's face fell as she thought of Rose, but she quickly regained her composure as she did not want Jack to think anything truly awful had happened. "She's fine, just not with us anymore. I'd explain more, but . . . you'll get your answer to that sometime in the future." She gave a quick kiss on his cheek, wanting to hurry and leave before she would have to go into details on what happened to Rose. Or, in Wanda's case, what would happen. She bounced away from the café, waving back and smiling at the Captain. "See you later, Smexy! Make sure to take care of yourself! And take care of that niece of yours, too!"

"I will! And you stay safe, Tinkerbell!" Jack called out to her. Wanda threw her head back and laughed at the nickname he called her. She beamed one last time at him, waving happily, then turned around and took off to go find the Doctor and Martha.

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Wanda leaned over the counter, sitting on a stool right up against it with her chin resting on the table top. She drummed her fingers lightly on the gray surface, feeling her whole body twitch in her extreme boredom. She even felt like screaming 'bored!' in her frustration. When she had thought the slow path would be no big deal, she had been so wrong. In the past, both First and Second incarnations had been completely fine with taking the ordinary, slow path in life. But this her . . . heck no! She felt like pulling her hair in anticipation in finding the TARDIS again. And she was not the only one. The Doctor was just as frustrated and anxious as she was in getting out of 1969, London. Heck, if it was not for Martha, Wanda's job, and helping the Doctor fix up his 'Timey-Wimey Detector,' then Wanda knew she would have gone mad during the first week of their stay.

"Just one week left. One week," she muttered under her breath.

Of course, the first week had not been the greatest. They had to live out in a park for a few days while searching around for a place that would take them without first payments for living. They had finally managed to find a nice flat for them to live in, but only because of the Doctor's psychic paper that had given them the right credentials. Then, Martha and Wanda got jobs the day after. They had gotten the Doctor a job too, but . . . well . . . after the incident with the hens, they all decided it was best of the Time Lord stayed home and just work on tinkering and inventing. The companion went to work at a department store, while Wanda joined up with a bakery. Though it had taken Wanda a few tries in finding a job. Not that it had not been easy finding one, it was just the Doctor was too damn picky. A job at a bar: too shady and dangerous. Working at a library: far, far too many statues around for his liking. Working as a temp: he feared it might be a repeat of what happened to Donna. Then having a job at the local market: seemed too untrustworthy to him. It was not until Martha and Wanda literally slapped him that he finally agreed to let Wanda work at the bakery downtown.

But now the second week had gone by so slowly and only seemed to drag on. Wanda was not sure how the other past hers could have got by. It was impossible to even think on how she managed to live normally back in her old world. Things were just so . . . boring and dull! At least she had a decent job that kept her busy. That . . . and her relationship with the Doctor has been becoming . . . quite interesting lately.

"Closing time!" called out her manager, Wendy. Wanda beamed, hopping over the counter and flipping the sign to show the store closed. She threw her arms in the air as if cheering in victory. Behind her, Wendy chuckled in amusement. "I think someone is anxious to get back home."

"Maybe just a little," Wanda admitted. She smiled at her manager, glad to have such a lovely woman as a boss.

Wendy was an older woman, at least in her late forties, with brown hair held in big curls, and she was always seen wearing brightly coloured hippie clothes. As the woman liked to call it, she wanted to dress 'with the times.' Wanda had to admit, the woman was very interesting with her laid-back attitude and peaceful outlook on life. Plus, the woman had been immediately interested in hiring Wanda for an extra helping hand. Something about Wanda having 'the perfect positive energy and vibes' as Wendy liked to put it. That, and Wanda had the funny feeling that Wendy really loved having someone else around whose name begins with a 'w.'

"So, has he popped the question yet?" Wendy asked casually as they were packing up the different pastries and baked goods that had not been sold that day. Wanda was currently crouched down by the lower shelf of the glass case holding the muffins. She giggled and shook her head.

"Well . . . you could say he already has. But he just doesn't realize it yet," she replied, laughing when Wendy gave her a confused expression.

"Oh? Does he talk in his sleep?" the woman asked curiously as Wanda handed over a tray of pastries from the display shelf.

"Sometimes. He likes to talk about calculous equations and bananas while he sleeps. That, or he likes to discuss the quantum matrix of the Orphumbar System with himself." Wanda laughed even more as Wendy only looked more bewildered.

The woman chuckled, simply shaking her head in giving up on asking what exactly the blonde girl meant. "Oh, dear, the things you say sometimes. I swear you're from another world with the way you talk." Pulling out a small box, Wendy handed over a variety of goods for Wanda. "There you go, hon. A few sweets to share with your friend and that Doctor of yours."

"Thanks, Wendy. You're the best." Wanda gave the woman a quick peck on the cheek and bounced over to the door. "Anything else you need before I head out?"

Wendy waved happily at Wanda. "Nope. I've got things covered. I just have to close up shop. See you in the morning, bright and early."

"Yep. Night!" Wanda bounced out of the shop, glancing over to the nearby streetlight to see the Doctor leaning against the pole. He smiled warmly, holding out a hand for her to run to grab ahold of. To which she did eagerly, entwining their fingers together as soon as she reached him.

As always, six o'clock, right on the dot, the Doctor would show up to walk her home. He never missed the chance and was never late. Not once. It had been one of many things of which the Doctor had been doing for her lately. There was also cooking for both her and Martha, then shopping for them, and a few others things. One time he had even shown up to the bakery to give her flowers and a small lunch. To which Wendy and the other girls within the shop had gushed and all went 'aw' upon the sight of Wanda kissing the Doctor lovingly on the cheek in thanks. Wanda knew it was his way in trying to make up for what happened between John and Alice. As well as perhaps even wanting to move their relationship even further into something they have yet discovered or even thought upon.

She blushed heavily as they strolled down the sidewalk heading back to their flat, thinking about the many, many incidences that has been happening between her and the Doctor lately. And always it seems to happen at random. Sometimes, they would be sitting beside one another at the kitchen table of their flat, working on his Timey-Wimey device, when suddenly he would turn her head towards him and give her a searing kiss. Then other times, she would spot him doing some small task, making her sort of go into a daze and thinking he was foxy. And the next thing she knew, they would both be pressed up against the wall, snogging. Or on the sofa, with her on top of him, kissing him, his neck, and everywhere else that she felt confident enough to touch. They never really intended to get into these moments together, but they just somehow . . . found themselves drawn into the more intense affections. Almost as though neither one of them could really help falling into the loving gestures and embraces, as if they could no longer stand the simple love they have grown accustomed to. For each other them, it felt like such a breath of fresh air and relief to be able to kiss and touch without feeling any sort of guilt. Finally, each of them could simply love and find happiness within their wibbly-wobbly lives.

Wanda was not sure whether to feel embarrassed by all their overly zealous actions, or to feel elated by their relationship seeming to take another step further than she had ever anticipated. Of course, she knew there was also a tension seeming to build up between them. Not in the bad sense by any means. But more of they were both tense in wanting . . . more. As if both of them were uncertain on where to step next on this road they had built together. However, she also knew it was them being afraid to go too far because of what had happened to them within the past and what might happen in the future. As well as since they all lived within such a small flat, neither one of them wanted to disturb Martha with any of their . . . 'activities.' Not that the companion had not already walked in on them snogging before . . . which had happened multiple times. And each time Wanda felt so awkward for both the Doctor and her, and for poor Martha getting a shock. Perhaps they should make up it up to the companion for putting up with them both.

"What are you thinking of?" the Doctor asked, snapping Wanda out of her thoughts.

"Nothing," she replied, trying to sound casual, though the blush on her face said otherwise. The Doctor raised a light brow.

"Oh? And what's so good about nothing that has you blushing?" he questioned. Wanda smirked playfully, giving him a sly expression.

"I don't know. Would you like to find out when we get back to the flat? Or how about right here and now?" she returned coyly. She burst out in a fit of giggles at the Doctor's reddening face and stuttering. Oh, he was so adorable and cute at times in his reactions to her flirting with him. She bumped her hip against him lightly in affection, letting him know she was simply teasing him again. "So, how did filming with Martha go today?"

The Doctor cleared his throat as he focused his mind on the change of subject. It would not do either one of them any good in grabbing ahold of her and giving her a good snog in the middle of the sidewalk. "Good, good. I think we followed the transcripts decent enough. I just hope Sally will be able to act in time before the Angels get her."

"Don't worry her and Larry will be fine."

"Yeah, right . . . No, wait, hold on, who's Larry?" He stared at her in confusion as she giggled.

"He's a friend of Sally's. He helps her through most of it."

"Ah. Right, then." The Doctor hummed as they continued down the walkway, getting closer to the complex of where they lived. "So," he began, dragging out the 'so,' "Martha and I finished the video, made sure to make a few copies, and returned the camera to old Mrs. Brasher."

Wanda's eyes lit up happily in hearing about one of their neighbors. Mrs. Brasher was the sweetest woman, always giving them great stories to listen to and different dishes to have for dinner. And she was the one to lend them a video camera her grandson had given her for Christmas. Something to which the woman found strange to own in the first place. But her grandson was rich and figured something expensive was good enough for a gift instead of actually spending time together for the holiday. A shame really. But still, Wanda was glad they at least were able to keep the elderly woman company.

"How is she?" Wanda asked brightly. "Did she enjoy the crepes from last night?"

"Oh, she loved them," the Doctor told her, smiling away. "Anyway, so, gave her the camera back—which then she asked me to fix her sink, but turn into a whole day of tinkering around her house—got bored—and now, we are waiting for Billy Shipton to arrive. Been on the lookout with my Timey-Wimey Detector. Nothing yet, so far. Been mostly trying not to run into hens again." They both cringed at that thought. "I am never working with hens again. They are vicious. Kept pecking me on the head during that day."

"Well, maybe if someone hadn't blown them up, they wouldn't treat you horribly," Wanda replied, bumping him in the side with her elbow. "Next time, don't bring your inventions with you to work." The Doctor pouted at her.

"I said 'sorry,' didn't I?" he responded, sounding almost as if he were whining. After passing through the different streets, shops, and other complexes, they finally reached their temporary home. Walking up the many stairs, the Doctor pulled out the keys and both entered their flat. It was small, but comfortable, and was already furnished with a few things, such as a dining table, a sofa, a bed for the bedroom, a dresser for a few clothes, a refrigerator, and a stove to cook on. Really, they had gotten lucky in finding a decent place to stay. And they had great neighbors as well.

The Doctor walked over to the dining table, looking over a note taped on the table top. Wanda sat down her box of bake goods, leaning over to read the note with him. It was a quick message from Martha, telling them sorry for being out so late, but her job had called her in to work in stocking for a sale coming up. Telling them to go ahead and have dinner without her, and to just leave her some leftovers in the frig.

"Huh. Looks like Martha will be out for a while," the Doctor mumbled. Wanda hummed and nodded, feeling bad that the companion had to work so late. They would definitely have to make it up to her for putting up with her job and being away from their fun travels. Giving the Time Lady a side glance, the Doctor cleared his throat slightly. "So . . . since she's out . . . care do anything interesting together?"

"Oh?" she wondered. She looked at him, raising a sly brow as he seemed to give her a foxy grin. "What kind of interests to you have in mind?" He leaned forward, giving her his best coy expression while his eyes darkened in desire.

"Well . . . I was thinking that maybe we could—," the Doctor began to say, his tone husky, but was interrupted by Wanda giving a note of excitement. She hurried around him, grabbing a newspaper off of the counter when she saw the headline.

"Oh, look! There's a festival going on in the park downtown!" Wanda exclaimed in excitement. She flipped open the paper as the Doctor held a disappointed expression behind her. "There are all kinds of different little shops selling things. I wish Wendy knew about this. She could have gotten a great sale going with the other shops. Oh, well. I'll let her know about it for future references." She turned around, holding up the paper eagerly. "Can we go? Please?"

The Doctor rubbed a hand at the back of his head, frowning slightly. "I don't know. I just sort of wanted to stay inside and relax and maybe—."

"We could make it a date. Just the two of us. Nice outing of the night, a stroll through the park, with all those romantic lights hanging around. Maybe even have dinner together. What do you say?" Wanda wiggled her brows slightly, giving him her own wolfish grin.

She had him at the mention of 'date.'

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The night was wonderful. They had dinner together in a local café. Then the stands for the festival sold so many trinkets that both Time Lords just loved looking at. The Doctor even ran into a small stand owner who was big into astrology and astronomy. The two of them began rambling on and on about the two topics. Wanda was interested and listened in for a few minutes. But after a while, she grew bored and was anxious to look around at the other stands before they closed down for the night. She tapped her foot, trying to remain patient as the Doctor rambled on about something to do with horoscopes of different times. She was not really sure what exactly he was discussing. Truthfully, she was hardly listening as she grew more restless. But she did not wish to disturb the Doctor in his discussion. He seemed really to enjoy himself with talking to the stand owner. Wanda did not wish to ruin his fun.

Scooting away, she edged her way from the stand and started to move down to others. She was certain the Doctor would not mind if she walked around on her own. Sure, he had been a little more protective and worried than usual since they did not have their TARDIS with them. He mostly feared of some kind of second attack from the Weeping Angels. But he was just over thinking things in worrying something might happen. Everything was fine, she knew this. She would only be away for a little bit, then she would head back without the Time Lord ever noticing her absence.

She smiled as she strolled about, looking at different stands selling handmade jewelry and such other items. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a stand sitting in the corner of the park, isolated from the others. She could tell not many people seemed to go by this one. Then again, it was growing rather late in the evening, so there were not many people around as there had been before. She scooted over to the direction of the stand, staring at it curiously. There were large arrangements and varieties of flowers seen held by the stand. Some flowers placed around the outside of the green, wooden stand, while there were even more arranged on the table tops and hanging above of the little shop of sorts. A golden name was painted upon the table, held up by poles, and read 'Wandering Flowers.'

The name spiked Wanda's interests, finding it to be very unusual, but very interesting as well. Then another interest she spotted was the owner of this stand. It was a girl. A teenager by the looks of it. She could be seen sitting on a stool, slumped forward with her chin resting on the stand's table top. The girl had shoulder-length, messy brown hair that flopped over her face slightly and was wearing a green apron on over her white t-shirt. Wanda could tell the girl was wearing blue bellbottoms as well, and had on a pair of red chucks. Her eyes drooped in boredom and she tapped her fingers rapidly in front of her eyes on the green table linen of the stand. She even yawned as if finding the whole festival a completely tedious and lackluster event. With a curious brow raised, Wanda walked toward the girl. She wondered why someone who took the time to set up a stand appeared to be so bored by being there in the first place. Was it not the point to have fun and enjoy the festive night?

"Hello," Wanda said, smiling and waving lightly at the girl. Wanda glanced over at the flowers hanging above the stand, beaming as she saw they were sunflowers. Oh, her mother's favorite! "Nice flowers you've got here. There's just so many. How do you find the time to grow them all? Aren't these peonies? I thought they had a difficult time growing in this time of year? Oh, that's dahlias! They're even harder to grow! You must be one talented florist." Wanda looked up from her admiring of all the different and wonderful flowers on display. So many that would be completely impossible for any old florist. But this girl seemed to have them all in full bloom and in perfect health.

Wanda's smile dropped somewhat as she saw the girl's strange behavior. The girl blinked rapidly, her brown eyes wide and staring at Wanda in an awestruck manner of sorts, with her mouth open in shock. The teenager even sat there stiffly, frozen in pure amazement. Almost as if she was in disbelief at what she was seeing before her. Wanda glanced over her shoulder, wondering if the girl was staring at something behind her. But there was nothing more than the normal citizens strolling about and the festival lights hanging within the trees.

"Umm . . . are you all right there?" Wanda asked the girl, concerned that something were wrong. The girl jolted herself out of her daze, sitting up suddenly on her stool.

"W-what?" she stuttered out. But then abruptly her hands wheeled out as she tried to regain her balanced on her stool as it began to tilt backwards. It was too late, however, as she fell back with a clatter and thump as the stool fell over onto the ground.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Wanda responded hurriedly to the little accident the girl had. Wanda leaned over the table top, hoping to check on the girl and make sure she was all right. But then Wanda jerked back as they both suddenly bumped their heads sharply together when the girl tried to stand quickly up. Each exclaimed 'ow!' and recoiled as they rubbed their sore heads.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I am such a flake," the girl apologized immediately. Wanda could see how the girl had a dark blush spreading around the freckles on her cheeks. But the Time Lady gave a reassuring grin, hoping not to cause the girl anymore embarrassment for the night.

"No worries. I'm okay as long as you are," she assured the girl. The teenager grinned lightly, but tugged on right her earlobe as if still unsure.

"Yeah, um, totally. I'm cool. Just the world's biggest clutz," she laughed nervously. One could clearly hear the American accent within her tone. However, there were also British inflections within some of the words she spoke. Almost as though she were raised within the States, but living here in London made her pick up the accent of the area.

"Oh, I hear you there. I'm always tripping on my own feet if I don't watch it." Wanda giggled, giving the girl a bright smile. She held out a hand. "Hi, I'm the Wanderer, but you can call me Wanda. Everyone else does. Plus, they usually don't really understand the first name anyway." She grinned, finding it humourous how the girl blinked even more in confusion and bewilderment.

"Oh? OH! Right. Names. Umm . . .," the girl responded, staring at Wanda's hand as if unsure whether she should truly shake with the blonde girl. "Jane . . . Smith. Jane Smith. Yep, that's me." The girl chuckled awkwardly, shaking Wanda's hand finally.

Wanda smiled, knowing the girl must still feel embarrassed by her little mishap. "Nice to meet you, Jane Smith."

"Ah, nice to meet you, too," Jane replied, giving an uncertain grin.

Wanda turned her attention to the flowers once again. "These really are lovely. You must have a great green thumb in being able to grow so many."

Jane stared at the flowers with the blonde girl, giving the plants a thoughtful gaze. "You could say that." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "It took me a few years to get them just right, but I've learned the perfect way to make them now. They don't die right away on me like they used to when I make them grow. I think I can practically make any type of plant now. But of course, plants are easy. When it comes to making other things, well . . ." She suddenly trailed off in her quick words, seeming to think that perhaps she were saying too much as she looked flustered with her rambling words. "N-not that I 'make' the flowers of course. 'Cause," she laughed lightly, "that would be just silly. Creating flowers. Psh." She began tugging again on her earlobe, but hurriedly dropped her hand when she noticed she was doing this.

Wanda giggled, finding it amusing on how the girl seemed to ramble similarly to herself and the Doctor. "So, is this a family business or your own?"

"It's sort of my own business at the moment." Jane rubbed a hand through her messy hair as she seemed to ponder over things. "Flowers are just really something I do for kicks, but I recently had to get a job when I found myself sort of stuck here for a while."

"Oh? How did that happen?" Wanda leaned on the table top slightly, giving the girl her full attention to show she was interested in getting to know the teenager.

"I . . . I don't really want to be a drag on your evening. It's kind of a downer, really." Jane rubbed at the back of her head, not really meeting Wanda's gaze full on. "In fact, I should really close up shop soon. It's getting late."

"I'm all ears." Wanda gave the girl a reassuring grin. She was not sure why, but she felt compelled to listen to the girl's tale and to be there for her. As if knowing the girl truly needed someone to talk to and gain some sort of advice on her life. There was also something about the girl that truly made Wanda wish to know more about.

The teen seemed very uncertain about this, looking as if disclosing such personal information might be a bad thing. She even stared at Wanda's shoulder for a moment, as if in search for a clue on what to say, do, or even something else entirely. But finally, Jane slowly nodded as if seeming to think it might be okay for them to have a discussion. So, she pulled up her stool and sat down, leaning slightly forward as well.

"Well, you see, what happened was . . .," she sighed, "It's a really long story."

Wanda shrugged slightly. "I have time. Besides, I like long stories."

Jane scratched slightly at her temple as she hummed in thought. "I'm not really stuck here by accident or anything, it was on purpose. And really, if I wanted to go home, I could. But . . . there was a really bad scene between me and the old man."

Raising a brow, Wanda stared at the girl curiously. "Is that your dad?"

"Yeah, that's my dad." Jane crossed her arms, sighing heavily. "You see, my sort of family relations with him is still sort of new with me. I've never really known who my dad was until recently. 'Course, I mean, not that I really didn't know who he was. I mean, I knew . . . but I didn't know and I've just never really gotten to know him. Do you know what I mean?"

Wanda nodded slightly, trying to understand the girl's train of thoughts and story. "You've known his identity; you've just never had a real chance to actually meet him in person until now. Am I right?"

Jane nodded slightly. "Yeah, that's about right. Anyway, so we've been sort of getting to know each other, getting that father-daughter relationship we've never had a chance to have before. It's kind of hard with certain . . . circumstances that we go through, but we're managing for the most part. Or . . . I thought we were." She paused, tugging absently on her earlobe as she seemed uncertain on where to go with her tale. Though, there was also a guilty expression growing on her face. "We recently went on this trip together with a friend of ours. A trip that went bad real fast. I know none of us intended it to happen, but you know how life is. Craziness happened, tempers were high for all of us, some things were said and done, and . . ." She stared sadly down at some of the flowers in front of her. "I let my temper get the best of me and said some things I really did not mean to say. We both did, really. And I left before either one of us had a chance to cool off and really talk about it."

Wanda nodded in understanding as the girl grew quiet, staring distantly at the table top and absently having her fingers drag across the groves of the wood. "Tempers can really get the best of people sometimes. I know I have quite a temper myself that I have to learn to control. An old friend of mine also had one mighty temper. He used to always let his anger do the talking and would not even think about his words until they were already said."

"Yeah . . . that's me sometimes, too." Jane gave a wiry grin for a moment before her face fell again. "So . . . after everything was said and done between me and the old man, I sort of ran. That's me . . . always running. Running far away from any problems I'm too afraid to face. I'm so used to running forward . . . I don't know how to go back." She sighed and leaned forward to bang her head lightly on the table top, grumbling under her breath.

Wanda chuckled and shook her head. "So you came here running away from your dad?"

Jane sat up, running a hand through her hair. "Yes . . . No . . . Sort of. It's more like . . . I'm running from myself and . . . It's complicated." She sighed, leaning against the table again as she drummed her fingers lightly on the surface. "And now . . . I don't know how to go back."

"How long has it been since you've ran off after your fight?"

Jane let out a puff of air in thought. "I don't know. A month? Maybe two? I lose track of time."

Wanda leaned towards the girl, staring at her sternly. "Don't you think you've been running long enough? I'm sure your father is worried about you being away for so long."

"But that's what I'm afraid of." The girl looked up, holding an uncertain and unhappy expression. "What if, after what I said, he doesn't want me around anymore? I'm almost afraid he's never really wanted me around. That maybe he only tolerated me. And now, he'll hate me forever for what I said."

"He's your father. He could never hate you or not want you around." At the girl's dejected look, Wanda reached forward and gently patted her shoulder. "Look, we all make mistakes sometimes. We all say things we don't mean to when we're angry or hurt. From the sounds of it, he must have said things just a badly as you did. And I know that he's probably feeling just as bad about it as you are, and he might even be just as afraid and worried that you might hate him, too."

"But I don't hate him," Jane said quickly, suddenly looking worried that her father might truly believe something such as that. "I could never hate him. Sure, I can get angry and frustrated with him at times. But what kid and parent don't have a spat every once and a while?"

"Well, then, go tell your father that. As soon as you're done here today, go to him. Make sure to tell him how much he means to you, remind him that you're still family, his daughter, and that you will always love him. And throwing in an apology might help, too." Wanda winked lightly at the girl, smiling as Jane looked bewildered by this.

"B-but—."

Wanda pointed a stern finger at the teen as she saw Jane was about to protest against this. "No 'buts' about it, young lady. Go talk to your father."

Jane blinked for a moment, staring at Wanda as if seeing or hearing something she never thought she would experience before. Then she slowly grew a warm smile and gazed softly at the Time Lady. "Okay, I will."

Wanda gave the girl a pointed look. "Promise?"

Jane smiled, holding up her pinkie finger towards the blonde girl. Wanda wrapped her own pinkie finger around the girl's, and Jane gave their hands a light shake as if making a deal. "Promise."

Returning the warm smile and letting go of Jane's finger, Wanda felt happy to have been the one to give the girl some help in her troubles. "Great! Then after you get things settled with your father, you both should go on holiday together. Holidays are always nice."

Jane's smile brightened. "Oh, do you think he would like Paris? I love Paris."

"That sounds great! I've only been there a few times myself. But I always loved the art and the music."

"The gardens and the shops."

"The pastries," the two said together. They both giggled in delight, enjoying their shared love of sweets. After a moment of their laughter, Wanda held a curious and thoughtful gaze.

"So, what about your mother? Where was she during this disagreement between you and your father?" she questioned the girl out of curiosity. Jane's giggling and smiling suddenly faltered. She stared at Wanda with an unreadable expression, almost as if she truly was at a loss to say. Wanda's own gaze look at the girl in uncertainty, thinking maybe she had touched on a sore subject. "Sorry, do you not have a mum? I didn't mean to be rude in asking or to bring up a bad memory."

Jane shook her head slightly, continuing to give Wanda this almost searching gaze. She then opened her mouth to speak, to perhaps give Wanda some sort of answer. Even if it were a touchy subject to discuss on.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Wanda turned quickly to see the Doctor walking up to the stand, with hands in his pockets and a small frown on his face. Behind her, Jane's mouth snapped shut quickly. She straightened on her stool, giving just as wide-eyed of an expression at the approaching Doctor as she had to Wanda beforehand. But the girl quickly lost this look as the Doctor drew closer to the stand and Wanda turned back around to face the teenager.

"Sorry, I was just chatting with Jane here. You were boring me to death back there with all that talk about astronomy and astrology," Wanda said to the Doctor. The Time Lord next to her frowned.

"But you love those subjects," he countered. "You ramble on about star gazing even more than I do. You would talk about it all the time if you could, Miss Blabbermouth." He grinned while poking her lightly in the arm.

"Yeah, but when you talk about them you make them boring, Mister Snoozefest," Wanda responded, snickering at the pout her husband gave her. Still as ever cute with that expression of his. No matter which incarnation gave the pout, he was always adorable to her. She grinned at the girl in front of them, seeing how Jane held this soft smile when seeing the two of them tease each other. "So, do you have it all figured out now?" Jane shook herself out of her slight stupor.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do now," she replied, giving Wanda smile of appreciation. "Thanks, for everything. It really helped."

"You're quite welcome," Wanda said, giving the girl a bright smile and expression. "And make sure to take him to Paris, and make him eat tons of pastries." They both giggled, grinning at each other in delight. Meanwhile, the Doctor was leaning slightly on the stand's table top, staring at Jane with deep curiosity.

"Hang on . . . I know you," he suddenly spoke up. Jane shifted in her seat in an uncertain manner, but kept a confused expression on.

"Sorry?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've seen you before," the Doctor said, waving a finger slightly at her. "Hold on . . . No, no, sorry, no, that wouldn't have been here." He hummed in thought, glancing upwards as he ran through his memories quickly. He then looked back at the girl. "Your name isn't Melody Pond, is it?" Wanda blinked in shock.

"'Melody Pond'? Where did you hear that name?" she questioned in astonishment. He was not supposed to know that name until much, much later in his life. Not until he knew of River Song's true identity. That, and not until Amy named her baby in the first place, on the day they had rescued the new mother from Demon's Run.

"There was this girl me, Rose, and Mickey sort of ran into while we were stuck in Pete's World," he explained quickly. "You remember Pete's World, yeah? I know you weren't there, but I also know that you know about it. Anyway, we ran into this girl called Melody. She helped us out along the way with the Cybermen. So, is your name Melody by any chance?" He turned his attention from Wanda back onto Jane. The teenaged girl blinked blankly, holding a very confused and baffled expression as she stared at the two of them.

"Umm . . . I really have no idea what you're going on about. Are you trying to fake me out or something?" Jane questioned, raising a high brow at him as if suspicious of what he was talking about. The Doctor simply shook his head.

"Never mind. Sorry. Must be a different name there, then," he said cheerfully, grinning at her. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. And I see you and my girl Wanda here have already met." He and Jane shook hands while Wanda scoffed loudly, looking at the Doctor as if she were either amused by what he said, could not believe he had called her such a thing, or perhaps even a little bit of both.

"Oi! Since when am I your girl," she retorted lightly.

"Since the other night, on the sofa," the Doctor replied cheekily. He suddenly blinked, looking flabbergasted by what he had said. "Sorry, that—that just sort of slipped out." Wanda scoffed even louder, hitting him in the side.

"Cheeky you are!" she laughed, finding it amusing in seeing the red tint on his face. Jane could be seen snickering behind her hand, trying not to laugh loudly along with them. Wanda could still see the fond smile on the girl's face as she stared at them both. "Don't mind idiot here. He thinks he can say anything he likes and get away with it."

"No problem. I have an uncle who's like that, too," Jane replied, waving away their bantering as if it were no big deal or bother to her. "Anyway, I'm Jane Smith. It's nice to meet you, Doctor." The Doctor's brow arched high, staring at Jane in curiosity and gave the girl a studying gaze.

"'Jane Smith'?" he questioned carefully.

"Yep, that's right," Jane said, giving a light shrug. "I know, it's a boring human name. But that's what I get stuck with." Humming for a moment, the Doctor shook his head as if dismissing his questioning thoughts about the girl.

"So, what do we have here? Flowers?" the Doctor asked, changing the subject. He gazed at the flowers hanging above in interest, whipping out his glasses and putting them on to give the plants a more proper observation.

"Yep. Made by yours truly," Jane said, smiling proudly. The Time Lord hummed as he gave the flowers a close look, rubbing his fingers lightly on one of the flower's petals.

"Interesting. Not even a wrinkle or a wilt in them," he muttered under his breath.

"I love them," Wanda said brightly, giving one of the peonies a sniff. "I just wish you had some tiger lilies or tulips. Those are my favorites." Jane smiled brightly, looking eager to impress or please.

"Just a second," the girl said, ducking down under the linen where neither Time Lord could see her. They gave each other pondering looks as Jane seemed to be quickly doing something. They blinked in amazement when she suddenly popped up again, beaming brightly at them as she held out a bouquet of tiger lilies and purple tulips wrapped in lilac wrappings and a green bow tie. "Here you go. All wrapped up just for you. Free of charge. Think of it as a 'thank you' for giving me great advice." Wanda's face lit up as she was handed the flowers, bouncing in excited delight.

"Oh, these are amazing! Thank you!" she exclaimed happily. She quickly leaned forward, giving Jane a cheerful peck on the cheek. Jane's face grew the brightest and warmest smile yet after that gesture, looking as though she had experienced something she always wished to happen to her. She then threw her arms around Wanda in a strong hug.

"Nah, thank you. You're the grooviest," Jane said in happiness. She tightened her hug slightly, leaning in to speak directly into Wanda's ear and spoke next in a quiet voice. "Thanks again for everything . . . I hope I get to see you again someday soon."

"Me, too," Wanda whispered in replied, giving the girl an equally strong hug. "Take care of your father, sweetie. I know he probably just needs someone there for him." Patting the girl's back, she backed away and smiled softly, holding the flowers closely to her chest. "Be seeing you around, Jane Smith." Wanda gave a wink at the girl, finding it humourous as the girl stared at her in a blinking bafflement. The Time Lady then turned the Doctor, beaming away. "Ready to go, Spaceman?"

"Yep," he replied, placing his glasses back into his coat pocket and then grabbed her hand as they began to walk away. They stopped when Jane called to their attention once again.

"Hey, if you both like star gazing, you should totally give this pond a try," Jane called out to them. She grinned knowingly. "It's at the edge of the park, pretty secluded from everything else, and it's surrounded by trees, so it's dark enough to be able to see the stars. Give it a go." She sent them a wink, smiling and waving them on as they waved back in reply. Continuing on down the remotely vacant walkway, the Time Lords strolled hand-in-hand as they both thought over this new information of the pond. However, the Doctor was thinking over something else as well.

"You know . . . that's a very odd name to have—Jane Smith. Sort of sounds made up as an alias," he muttered in thought.

"Oh? Like yours, Mister John Smith?" Wanda teased. The Doctor only hummed in response.

"And those flowers . . .," he continued to ponder. He stopped short, suddenly realizing there was more to this girl that he wanted to know. "She said 'made.' She had 'made' those flowers. No one says 'made,' they say 'grown.' You know, I think I'd want another word with this 'Jane Smith.'" He turned around to walk back to the stand, but abruptly halted and stared at the spot where they had left the stand in astonishment. "She's gone."

"What?" Wanda questioned. She turned around to see for herself. To her great surprise, the Doctor was correct. The girl was gone. Vanished. Even the flowers were missing. All that was left was the empty stand. Only the linen and the stand's title remained. Both Time Lords blinked in disbelief.

"But . . . where did she go?" the Doctor questioned, his eyes wandering around the place as if looking to where the girl had run off to. Meanwhile, Wanda hummed quietly and gave the stand a thoughtful expression.

"I wonder . . .," she whispered.

"Come on, we need to check this out." The Doctor stepped forward, ready to investigate. But he halted as Wanda pulled him back.

"Nope. It's not something we need to look in to." She gripped his hand firmly as he began to protest, pulling him along towards where this pond would be. "Trust me on this, Doctor, let's just leave it alone."

"But—."

"No 'buts,' mister. Let's just get to the pond and star gaze. We haven't had a chance to do that in a while, and something tells me we should really get to that pond."

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