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)

41. Ch 41: Singing Doctor

Well, onto the second chapter for the day!

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Chapter 41: Singing Doctor

A crash of thunder sounded, startling Wanda awake. She sat up with a jolt, blinking away the hazy from her eyes as the ship groaned, rocking in the wake of a raging storm outside. The barrels around her tumbled and rolled around within the room, and she found shockingly that she was all alone. Immediately, she realized the Doctor must have left her asleep, hoping to keep her away from the dangerous storm and the Siren. Growing frustrated, she stood up, wobbling out of the room as quick as possible to get up on deck to help the others in battling the storm. She was not simply going to sit back while everyone else was in danger from the fuming waters outside.

It took only seconds for her to be drenched from the howling rain on deck. She tried seeing where everyone was through the dense downpour. From what she could tell, Avery was shouting orders to everyone while Toby was trying to gather up a few things for his father. The Doctor (who had back on his tweed blazer) was either hoisting up sails or steering the ship the best he could, trying to keep things steady for everyone. While the two companions (Rory and Amy) were raising up the rest of the sails where Avery pointed them to. Wanda immediately went to the two companions, needing to get to Rory before anything else.

"Wanda! You're supposed to be downstairs!" Amy shouted over the roaring winds and waves as both she and Rory were shocked to see her up on deck. The Doctor had said she was meant to stay put down there. For safety, of course. Which both companions had agreed upon in knowing that a dangerous storm would be no place for her. But Wanda merely rolled her eyes, ignoring as both companions were beginning to scold her for being up there with them.

"Look, I just need to do something before anything else," she told them, yelling over the winds as well. She grabbed a nearby loose rope, tying it around a beam on the ship before wrapping it around Rory's waist, keeping him locked onto the ship.

"Can I ask why you're tying me up?" the man questioned her, very much at a loss on what she was doing.

"Keeping you safe," Wanda replied, pointing a stern finger at him when he tried getting the rope off. "Don't touch it. Amy, watch him like a hawk. Don't let him go anywhere until the Doctor says so." Before either companion could ask what the blonde meant, she turned and walked away, going back towards the hull of the ship. That took care of Rory drowning. Now all she needed to do was—

Over the raging storm. Over the howling winds, crashing waves, and a downpour of rain, there was a loud clang. The sound of metal of some kind made a noise across the wooden deck, making everyone turn their attention on where the sound was coming from. The storm slowed down somewhat as even it too held its breath, watching the large golden crown with jewels roll down the deck where Toby had dropped it. Where it had fallen out of Avery's coat, the place he had hidden it in hopes of keeping at least one piece of gold. His greed outweighing the need to protect his son and others from the Siren's curse. Then, when the crown came to a stop, it bumped right into a pair mary jane shoes.

The Doctor at the ship's wheel tensed as he saw the golden crown rest at Wanda's feet. His eyes went wide, dreading in her being there. He had left her down below in hopes of protecting her. And now . . . Wanda looked up slowly, seeing how everyone stared at her, eyes yelling in warning, as the portal to the Siren sat right at her feet. Jerking away from the ship's wheel, the Doctor began hurriedly moving towards her the moment the Siren flew out of the crown. The green mist woman hovered right in front of the Time Lady, holding out a hand to the blonde. Wanda smiled, in a daze as she reached her hand out as well.

"WANDA, NO!" the Doctor shouted a second too late as the Time Lady already touched the singing Siren, disappearing in a cloud of black smoke, not even screaming like all the others had when vanishing. He stood stock still after that. Feeling the air leave him as all he could do was stare at the Siren in horror. The creature had taken Wanda away. Taken away his wife . . . right before his eyes.

The next second, before the Time Lord realized it, Toby was gone as well. Yelling after he too touched the Siren's extended hand. Shaking himself out of his daze, the Doctor ran forward, snatching the golden crown off from the deck and throwing it with everything out to the raging waters around them. The Siren vanished in an instant, unable to stay where there were no mirrors of her to come from. In the corner of his eye, he saw Amy keeping Rory in line as he had been affected by the Siren's song once more. Luckily, the rope around the man's waist helped keep him close by. Then, on the deck, crouched down in mourning, was Avery. The man repeated 'sorry' over and over again as he knew he had been the cause of his son to be captured by the Siren. The storm within the Doctor raged even greater than the howling downpour around them. He was beyond furious as he stomped right over to Avery, jerking the man up by his shirt as the Oncoming Storm bared down upon the man in full fury.

"You couldn't give up the gold, could you?! That's why you turned pirate!" bellowed the furious Doctor. "Your commission! Your wife! Your son! And now, my wife! You've killed them all because of your damn greed! You pathetic human, giving into wanting something as useless as gold!" All the while of him roaring at Avery, he shook the Captain in his rage. He only stopped when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and jerk him away from the human.

"Doctor, you have to stop!" Amy pleaded to the Time Lord, afraid that he was going to kill Avery in the fury he showed. But she was merely pushed away as the Doctor stomped around her, going over to a barrel that was tied down to the ship. He knew what was inside. Still water. Nature's mirror. Just what he needed now. Staring at the wooden lid of the barrel for a moment, he reached into his tweed pocket, pulling out a sharp object. Without hesitating, he jabbed the object into his palm, making himself bleed. In an instant, the black spot appeared, marking him for the Siren.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Amy asked quickly, going up to him and stopping him as he began trying to open the barrel.

"What do you think? I'm getting Wanda back," he answered gruffly.

"You can't do that! The Siren will kill you," Amy exclaimed, horrified that he was going to end his life. Just like that.

"No, she won't," the Doctor told her, shaking his head. "She's intelligent. I've seen that. I can reason with her. And, maybe, just maybe, not only Wanda, but everyone else is still alive somewhere. Wanda did promise they would be, after all. She said everything would be fine, so I need to trust her."

"But what if she's wrong? What if she's dead, Doctor?" Amy felt her breath catch when seeing the look the Doctor gave her. The deadpan gaze of a man who was completely set on following after his love. Whether that be in life or death, he would do anything to be with his Wanderer again.

"Then, I'll be happy either way," the Doctor said, his tone solemn and bleak as he turned back to the barrel. Only for Amy to halt him from opening it once more.

"Wait," she said, going over to Rory, untying him from the rope. She dragged him over next to the Time Lord, noticing Avery coming up to them as well. She held out her hand to the Doctor with full determination. "I'm going, too. If Wanda says everything will be fine, then I trust her."

Seeing the dead set expression, he knew there would be no arguing with the ginger. She was going to find her friend, her Wanderer, too. Avery came up, holding out his hand as well, wanting to go after his son, to right his wrongs. The Doctor gave each quick pricks as well, making them bleed and the black marks to appear. Then, he yanked the lid off the water barrel, releasing the Siren.

The green glowing woman flew into the air, singing her song as she floated back down towards them all. She held out her hand, inviting them in to take hold. The singing dulled their minds, making it impossible for any to fight against the haunting, yet soothing voice. All four of them held out their hands, ready to be taken away to somewhere wondrous as the song promised to them all. The Doctor smiled dreamily, not really seeing the dark-haired, green glowing woman before him. Instead, all he envisioned was Wanda. With her ash-blonde hair blowing around her bare shoulders, wearing a flowing white gown with long sleeves. Smiling at him in return with such warmth and kindness as she held her hand out to him. Ready to love him for all of space and time. And in reaching forward, he gladly excepted her love. All the more willing to embrace her forever.

The cold bit of the sterile floor underneath him is what eventually aroused him. His eyes snapped open and he jerked his head up slightly from the floor. Noting the dark surroundings of a run-down spaceship he had been brought to. He let out a breath, feeling at ease in knowing that he was still alive. If he was alive, then this meant Wanda would be, too. The one, most important, factor of this day. That, and getting everyone else out fine as well. But at the moment, all he could care was finding his wife. He shifted on the place he had been laid, trying to ignore the discomfort in the effects of the Siren slowly wearing off, his mind trying to rid of the fog her song had caused, and that his soaked clothes hung heavy on him still.

"Where are we?" he heard Amy groan next to him on the floor. He glanced over, seeing that both her, Rory, and Avery were slowly waking up. At the moment, the Doctor could really care less where they were. All he wanted to figure out was where Wanda was. But he knew he did not need to rush things. Rushing things always led to disaster. Not only that, but Wanda did promise she would be all right after all. He glanced out a ways from them, surprised to see the large windows showing them the still stormy night outside. A perfect view from Avery's ship, right on the deck itself.

"We haven't moved. We're in exactly the same place as before," he stated as he stood up from the floor.

"We're on a ghost ship," Avery said in awe, believing them to be dead.

"No, it's real," the Doctor assured the superstitious man. "A spaceship trapped in a temporal rift."

"What are there two ships doing in the same place?" questioned Rory.

"How can they be in the same place?" added Amy.

"Not the same. Two planes, two worlds," the Doctor explained, eyes searching around the edges of the window, realizing where they had crossed over to. Another dimension entirely. "Two cars parked in the same place. There are lots of different universes nested inside each other. Now and again, they collide. And you can step from one to the other." The companions nodded behind the Time Lord, seeming to get it while Avery merely appeared even more lost than before. Nothing like this ever being a possibility to a 17th-century man.

"I think we get it . . . Sort of," Rory said to the Doctor.

"Good, 'cause it's not like that at all, but if that helps . . .," the Doctor mumbled to them, shrugging as he knew the explanation he had given them was a very dumbed down version. Nothing like what was truly occurring at all. Both companions rolled their eyes while the Time Lord stepped up closer to the windows. "All the reflections have suddenly become gateways." To prove this theory, the Doctor took off the pirate hat from his head, throwing it through the large window. It flew through, landing on the rain-soaked wooden deck of Avery's ship. "Ever look in a mirror and think you're seeing a whole other world? Well, this time, it's not an illusion."

Their attention was caught when they finally heard a distant dull beep of an alarm. Leading the way, the Doctor walked them out over where the sound was coming from. Knowing this must be the distress call the TARDIS had picked up. Then, they heard another sound, echoing distantly down the ship. The Siren's song, singing soothingly as always, as though rocking a child into slumber. It was a relief to all when they realized the song no longer affected their minds as it had. Apparently, the Siren no longer felt the need for them to be affected since she already had them.

Pressing a button alongside a door, he and the others jumped back in shock when seeing the skeleton of an alien just on the other side. The skeleton was strange, appearing as though the creature had been some kind of humanoid rodent. Assuring everyone the creature had long passed, the Doctor continued to lead the way. Exploring deeper into the ship in search for clues and for others who might be on the ship. They needed up in the control room to the ship. The cabin where the pilot would have been, with the windows showing right inside of Avery's quarters. Scanning the skeleton of the pilot in the ship, it was noted that all of the alien life forms had been killed off simply through normal Earth bacteria. A human virus, to be exact, making it so the spaceship had been long since lost, such in this position for quite a while.

Seeing all he needed to, there was a quick motion made by the Doctor as he was anxious in finding where Wanda might be. She had to not be far. The Siren must have stored her and the others somewhere on this ship. He went through many doors, becoming more and more hurried as he went with the others trying to keep in step with him. Eventually, they came into a very large, sterile room. Monitor beeping filled the room with sound, playing a melody along with the Siren's voice. Dozens of men were seen lying down on hovering beds with tubes going directing to their throats, wrapped tightly around by a silver metal band. Each man had his shirt taken off for placement of another band wrapped around their middles, seeming to monitor internal interworking of their organs.

Far down the room, in a different bed than the rest, was Wanda. The Doctor felt his hearts soar with relief, immediately running down the way to be right next to her. He pulled out his sonic swiftly, scanning her over to make certain she was indeed fine. In seeing she was in perfect health, he glanced over her. The Siren had placed the same large tube on the Time Lady's neck, and had laid the blonde on a much more cushioned bed, as though trying to keep the blonde girl as comfortable as possible. Then, Wanda's clothes had been removed, replaced with a white, sterile hospital gown. A special picture monitor was placed right over her stomach, showing the black and white image of the three, almost four month growing baby inside of her. It seemed that not only was the Siren making certain that Wanda was in good health, but the unborn baby as well. Both were in good hands.

He beamed, overjoyed in seeing she was all right in the end. Just as she had promised him. He leaned down, kissing her forehead as he sighed in relief. He glanced over when Avery found Toby, beginning to try and remove the tubing from his son. The Doctor gave quick order to stop, still needing to do scans and see what exactly the Siren was doing to everyone. It was still strange on the circumstances, whether they be perfectly healthy or not. Why was the Siren doing all of this?

"What's she done to Wanda?" Rory asked the Doctor as he and Amy came over to stand beside the sleeping Time Lady, looking her over in concern just as the Time Lord was. Frowning for a moment, seeming to notice a tray of strange, thin, black boxes not too far from the beds, the Doctor walked over and grabbed one. Bringing it back over to Wanda, he pulled up her hand, comparing the small round slice of skin within the box and the black spot on her palm. Both perfectly matched.

"It's a tissue sample," he mumbled as his mind began to race. "Her mind is synaptic, but all its cellular activity is suspended. She, and everyone else, has been placed into life support."

"But why?" Amy quizzed, confused on what a hunter would keep their prey alive. What was the Siren getting at with all of this?

"What good does a tissue sample do?" wondered Rory as he stared at the skin sample in the black box. The companions jumped when the Doctor suddenly exclaimed loudly, slapping himself on the forehead.

"I'm am so thick!" he yelled at himself. "Wanda had said it earlier and I didn't pay attention."

"What did she say?" questioned Rory.

"She called the Siren the 'singing doctor,'" explained the Doctor as he reached down to unhook the strap around Wanda's neck. "It makes perfect sense. Why else would everyone be placed on life support? She was targeting the sick, not because she wanted to kill them, but to heal them. She must have been lost after her crew had died, not knowing what else to do. So she changed to match that of humans and to take care of any she came across. She became a human doctor for humans. Ohh! She is good."

"Doctor!" Amy and Rory shouted together to get the Time Lord's attention. Over his rambles, they had tried getting him to notice the rapid beeping on Wanda's bed, which had alerted the Siren. The green woman was heard singing, coming closer and closer to the sick bay.

The Doctor jerked his head up to attention, staring at the Siren who had arrived into the room. She stared at them all for a second, seeming to assess what they were doing in the room. Then, when she saw the Doctor's hand on the tubing around Wanda's neck, she appeared to realize that he was messing with her patient. She screeched loudly in a hiss, turning from green to blood red as she stormed over to them. As if yelling at them to leave the pregnant Time Lady alone. The Doctor hurriedly held up a hand as if to stop her.

"Wait, wait, wait! I know you're a doctor!" he yelled hurriedly. He backed away from Wanda's bed when seeing the Siren still stormed over angrily towards them. "Amy, Rory, Avery, back up. Get away from any of the tables."

They did just that, keeping themselves far enough away from any of the patient beds, showing the Siren they meant no harm. The red disappeared, making the virtual doctor appear green again, though she continued to walk closer to them. Standing beside Wanda's bed, she fixed the alarm, making it so the Time Lady stayed in stasis. Then she gazed back at them and seemed to be wonder what to do with them. Stepping up towards her, the Doctor glanced down at his Wanderer, trying to think on what might work to allow him to take her away. Then, it came to him.

"She's my wife," he said suddenly, pleading to the virtual doctor. "Please, she's my wife. You may be virtual, but I know you're intelligent. You can't do anything without my consent." Seeing the doctor still staring blankly at him, he swiftly pulled the ring out from under his shirt, showing her the golden chain holding his marriage ban. "Look. See, look. We're married. Come on, a sophisticated girl like you, that must be somewhere in your core program." Still, he received no answer or even indication from the Siren that she understood him. He became desperate now in begging for the Siren to let him be with his wife. "Please. That's my wife, carrying my child. You can take a DNA sample for proof for all I care! Just, please, give her back to me. She's all I have."

With breath wavering, the two hearts within his chest clenched in fear as he saw still the green doctor made no move to give up Wanda anytime soon. Then, with her head tilting slightly, the Siren lifted her hand, palm up, as a large ring of golden light formed around her extended hand. Inviting him to take his Wanderer back for care. He immediately placed his hand through the ring, knowing it was some kind of consent form, signing it to release Wanda into his care. In a blink, the Siren was gone, no longer needed as a doctor here. The Time Lord then swiftly turned to his wife, turning off the machine keeping her asleep, unplugging the tube from around her neck, and pushing away the monitor for her stomach. Wanda awoke with a gasp, snapping her eyes open as the stasis was deactivated.

"Doctor!" she exclaimed in a panic. He hurriedly took hold of her hand, smiling down in reassurance.

"It's all right. I'm here," he said gently.

"But where's Rory? Is Rory all right?" Wanda asked hurriedly, still looking panicked, missing the Doctor's confused pout as her eyes shifted around wildly for the male companion. "He was going to drown! Did he still drown?"

"I was going to drown? Since when?" Rory spoke up, confused on what Wanda was talking about.

"Is that why she tied you up?" Amy wondered, looking at her husband as if understanding now on why the Time Lady had acted so strangely on the ship before. Wanda glanced up, smiling when seeing both companions were fine.

"Oh, good, you're both okay. Good," she said, earning smiles from each of them. Each of them touched to know that she cared so much about them. Wanda laid her head back down with a sigh, looking up at her husband with a bright smile. "You're okay, too, right sweetie?"

"Of course," the Doctor replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly. "Just don't scare me like that again."

"I make no promises," Wanda responded cheekily, sticking out her tongue slyly. She sat up on the medical bed, swinging her legs over on the side as she faced her three family members. Still holding her cheeky grin, she glanced down at the gown she was wearing. "You know, this sort of gives me an idea we can do later, Doctor. We could play a game of 'doctor and patient.'" She snorted and giggled as Amy scoffed and hit her on the back of the head while the two males appeared stunned by this comment.

"Cheeky!" Amy exclaimed at the Time Lady, though holding a similar smirk as she found such a remark coming from the Time Lady to be hilarious. Wanda glanced over to Avery, who was not paying attention to any of them, only keeping his attention over his sleeping son.

"So . . . time to teach Avery on how to pilot the ship, yeah?" she suggested to the Doctor and companions. The Time Lord, glancing at Avery as well, smiled in agreement, holding out his hand to his wife, who gladly excepted with entwining their fingers together.

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After teaching Avery on the basic flying of the alien ship, assuring the man that Toby would eventually heal from his Typhoid fever, and waking the rest of the pirate crew, explaining to them what was going on (which surprisingly they all took the idea of aliens and space rather well), the Doctor lead his time travelling family back to the TARDIS. The old girl had been parked in the sick bay, awaiting the happy return of her Thief and Honey. Wanda skipped up to the console once they were all inside, happy to have all her clothes back on after managing to find where the Siren had stored them. Even the maroon overcoat had been placed on the spaceship by the virtual doctor for safe keeping. Though Wanda did stay barefoot as she just loved the feeling of the freedom from shoes. Instead, she kept her mary janes in hand, spinning around as she took in the wonderful sight of Eleven's control room. She always did love the bright and warm colours of the room's design.

"So, I was going to die . . . again?" Rory asked, still wondering over the whole 'drowning' revelation.

"Don't think about the 'what ifs.' Just focus on the fact that you're okay," Wanda said to the companion, sitting down on the captain's chair as she kicked her legs out merrily.

"Wanda's right. You're not drowning, dry as a bone, and now, going on another adventure in space and time," the Doctor stated with a flourish as he jumping around the console, sending them off through the Vortex. The ship around them rocked slightly as it travelled, though neither Amy or Rory looked up to the task of another long day in running and worrying for their lives. Seeing this, Wanda got up from the chair, turning a few knobs and switches to make the TARDIS halt in a small solar system, merely drifting now.

"Actually, Doctor, I think we could all use a nice break for a bit," she told the excitable Time Lord.

"I agree," Amy said with a sigh of relief. Ready to go relax somewhere comfy in the TARDIS. Rory nodded, thinking the very same thing. The Doctor pouted, only wanting to continue in exploring around, but conceded as he knew Wanda might need the rest as well.

"Oh, all right," sighed the Time Lord as he stretched and walked over to Wanda, looping an arm around her waist as he pulled her close to his side. "I guess we could all have a rest. Get some sleep, Ponds."

"We will, but first—," Rory began.

"—you two need to explain more on this pregnancy coming up," Amy finished, waving her finger at the two Time Lords. "What's going to happen? What's the plan for the baby?"

"How is it you don't look like your pregnant? What sort of medical care do you need? Is it going to be some kind of weird alien birth?" Rory began babbling along with Amy in questions.

Both companions rambled on in some many questions that the Doctor and Wanda merely stood there blinking, uncertain on where to begin in explaining everything. After both Time Lords gave each other a brief glance and a shrug, Wanda pulled off the marriage necklace, allowing them all to see her changing body. The companions grew silent as they took in the showing bump on Wanda's stomach. Not so big, but an indication enough of the growing child within and of her being over three months along. The Doctor could not help himself when feeling the connection of their bond snap back perfect with the perception filter gone, and in seeing the growing belly of Wanda's. He immediately brought her up against his chest, allowing her to lean back on him as he ran both hands over her stomach. Nuzzling his nose into her neck, basking in the warmth of their bond. Not even paying the slightest attention of Wanda explaining on how the ring hid her pregnancy. He only came back into focus of their conversation when Amy started asking questions again.

"So the ring hides the baby? But what if the Doctor needs to scan you for something else? Won't the Doctor of the past get suspicious if his sonic goes haywire every time he scans you?" Amy asked Wanda, very curious on how the Time Lords planned things out for the expecting arrival. "And if the pregnancy is hidden from everyone, how was the Siren able to sense it?"

"I, or rather past me, can scan Wanda normally for anything else," explained the Doctor. "But if she's scanned for looking internally, specifically if any past Doctor's become curious on why she's sick or rubs at her stomach, he—I—won't be able to detect anything. True, it did make me more suspicious in the past on why that was. But, being thick, I just shrugged it off at the time. Now, I know better." He smirked as he kissed Wanda's cheek, hugging her tighter as he closed his eyes, sighing in content. Then, his face fell into a heavy frown. "As for the Siren . . . perhaps she had better medical scans than what I had anticipated for when I made the ring. Hmm. I might have to do some recalibrations later to fix that from happening again."

"Well, I mean, she is a holographic ship doctor from another universe which crossed into ours. She could just have medical scan technology that isn't in this universe," Wanda offered in thought. The Doctor hummed once more, pulling up her necklace to inspect her ring in his ponderings.

"Either way, I'm not taking any chances. No scans from this universe or the next will get you next time," the Doctor said, full in determination to protect his Wanderer and his child. He smiled again, rubbing at Wanda's stomach as if reassuring his daughter within that she would indeed always be protected. Wanda held a fond expression as she leaned her head against his, enjoying the content feeling between them.

Amy and Rory nodded, seeming to understand now. Though they each glanced at each other warily when seeing how happy and content the Doctor and Wanda looked. Each remembering what had happened by Lake Silencio. Judging by seeing Third Wanda, they both knew that it meant the Time Lady turned out all right in the end. But the Doctor? The companions felt uncertain, wishing they could do something to help the Time Lord, the future father, in being alive for his future child. But what could they do? They glanced at Wanda, noticing how the Time Lady stared evenly at them. She shook her head slowly, holding up a finger to her lips as if telling them they must be quiet about what was to come for her husband. Then, she smiled in reassurance, winking as if saying 'don't worry, everything will be all right, I promise.'

"So!" the Doctor exclaimed suddenly, snapping the silent three's attention back onto him. "There's quite a lot I have to debrief you lot on now that you know. Things we all need to begin planning." Moving away from Wanda, he bounced over to the companions, digging through this tweed blazer. He pulled out a large book, handing it to Rory. "Start reading up now, Rory. I need a nurse for Wanda and the baby for the later trimester. Also to help watch out for signs of any complications. Amy, you can help with that as well, and for planning on things we might need. River can help too if she wants."

"You think we should baby proof the TARDIS? I mean, time travel isn't exactly the safest place for a baby," Amy spoke up in high sarcasm, though with a strong hint of being serious about this thought as well.

"What sort of signs should I be looking for?" Rory mumbled as he began flipping through the book the Doctor gave him. The trio all started talking at once, babbling away on this and that. Mostly involving how much protection they needed for the Time Lady. Still standing by the far railing, Wanda rolled her eyes, finding their rambling plans to be both charming and annoying.

"Oi, are you lot planning on bubble wrapping me as well?" she said loudly, making them stop short in their conversation. "I'm not made out of chinaware you know. I can take care of myself."

"With your habit of getting captured or hurt? As if," Amy scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully as well. Wanda huffed, crossing her arms as she pouted and stuck her tongue at them all. The trio laughed at her antics.

Wanda merely rolled her eyes again before straightening in her posture. "So . . . I have an idea on a name."

The Doctor and companions perked up, with the Time Lord replying first, "Oh?"

"Yeah, um . . . I was thinking," Wanda began to say, tugging on her hair behind her back, "it was sort of a random thought. Since she's our little spark, the spark of our future," she smiled as she placed a gentle hand on her stomach, staring up hopefully at the Doctor, "I thought maybe . . . we could call her 'Ember.' Like a glowing light for our family." There was brief silence as the others took in Wanda's suggestion. She stared at them in uncertainty, worrying that the name might be silly and that they would not like it. But upon seeing the Doctor's warm smile and glowing demeanour, she knew she had chosen correctly.

"That's a perfect name," he assured his wife, coming over to wrap his arms around the short blonde and kiss her forehead tenderly.

"Is it perfect because you truly like it? Or is it more of it has been a name that's already been decided?" Wanda asked him quietly.

"Spoilers," he chuckled, winking slyly at her.

"'Ember.' I like it," Amy commented, nodding in approval to the name. "Just imagine if she turned out to be ginger."

"Well, I don't think she will, given that neither Wanda or the Doctor are," Rory stated.

"Actually, she could be ginger," countered the Doctor, shaking his head. "For Time Lords, outwardly appearances don't always match up with the parents'. Since there's fluctuations with regenerations and all. It's more of personality and the mind that is genetically aligned and passed down. Ember could turn out to be ginger, or blonde, or brunette, or could even have a different skin tone than us." Wanda could not help but smile when hearing the Doctor already using their daughter's name so easily. It rang so nicely hearing it spoken as though Ember were already there with them in the TARDIS, ready to be a part of the family and to travel through time and space.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant," Rory spoke up, nodding his head towards Wanda. "Completely unexpected."

"We should have seen it coming from all the 'swimming' activities," Amy muttered quietly into her husband's ear. The Doctor rolled his eyes while Wanda moved out of his hold, starting to heads towards the corridor, ready for bed. However, she smiled slyly when a sudden comment came to mind. A certain 'adult joke' that she remembered in a movie she had watched with Amy and Rory not too long ago. A movie they had showed her trying to help her understand the whole 'relationships' aspect to life. Even if, in the end, the two companions realized it might not have been exactly the best movie to watch, it had still been a fun moment in seeing the embarrassment from Rory and Amy in watching that sort of movie together with the Time Lady. Wanda turned back around, grinning cheekily as she knew she wanted to bring up that embarrassment once again.

"Well, what can I say? The Doctor has great aim," she stated, winking at them. She burst out laughing at the blushed stuttering each companion went through. They stared at her in pure disbelief, unbelieving that she had really referenced that joke from the idiotic movie from long ago.

"I . . . I don't get it," the Doctor spoke up, looking at the two companions with great confusion. Amy and Rory glanced at each other, still blushing. Clearing her throat, Amy walked up to the Time Lord, whispering a reply into his ear. The Doctor's face went bright red as he choked on the air he had been inhaling. His mouth gaped open in shock as he looked back at his wife. "Wanderer, that's—what?! That's just . . . dirty!" Wanda merely responded by cackling in laughter while she continued walking away down the corridor. He ended up smacking a hand of embarrassment over his face, while Amy and Rory could not help but chuckle at the Time Lord.

"Just think, wouldn't it be hilarious of First Wanda ever made a joke like that?" Amy commented.

"Yeah, that'll be the day," Rory scoffed, shaking his head.

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So, that's the end of that. If anyone is wondering about the 'dirty' joke, I will just say this now I will not be saying where it comes from. Too embarrassed to admit I watched that old movie. If anyone knows, great. If not, I'm sorry. Just use your imagination on what it means. I'm sure you all can think of a lot of things with that. ;) Haha. Anyway. Until next time everyone!

~Tinker~