Ch 8: Lost and Found

A/N: Heyy sorry for being so late! Oh, I'm still not caught up on Supernatural. At least I'm in season 10 though, right? As I am nearing the end if my junior year of high school, and the (a little off topic) fact that my friend/super-crush just got accepted to Florida State, updates will be once a month or so. Anyway, I'm trying to add more substance to the chapters, so they aren't all fluff or whatever. Enjoy!

I ran through the field, hearing the hellhounds racing after me. "Dad!" I screamed. Meg laughed. "No one can hear you, Cath. You're far away from anyone to help you now."

"Monster!" I snarled, turning around.

She smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment. Now, all you have to do is tell me where Crowley is and I'll call them off."

"Never." I had no idea, anyway. After a month, he could be anywhere.

"Your choice." Meg snapped her fingers, and her hellhound started tearing at my legs, pulling me down. "Help!" I sobbed.

The sound of the TARDIS (with her brakes on, poor girl) filled the empty field. Meg paled, her mouth opening slightly. With a snap of her fingers, she and her bloody hellhound disappeared.

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"Catherine, meet Donna, my friend."

I smiled politely at Donna, wondering what my father's definition of 'friend' was. "Hello Donna."

"What 'appened to you?"

"Scuse me?"

Donna raised her eyebrows. "You're all muddy, your clothes are ripped to shreds, and your skin is comin off your bones."

"Hellhounds," I shuddered. "Trying to find a crossroads demon."

"Crossroads demon? What's that?"

"You don't want to know." I grumbled. "Trust me."

Donna folded her arms. "Well, if you won't tell me that, at least tell me how you know the Doctor."

Dad put his arm on my shoulder protectively. "Catherine is... you see, I-"

"I'm his daughter," I said faintly.

"And you never thought to flippin tell me?"

"I haven't seen her since she was five!"

I stumbled, feeling lightheaded. Dad caught me and picked me up. "Hey," he whispered softly, pushing my hair out of my eyes. "You're okay." He said shakily. "You're going to be fine."

"I need to make a call." I murmured.

Donna pulled out her old mobile. "You got a number?"

"My pocket, back left."

"Who do you need to call?" Dad gave me a worried, curious look. I felt myself blush. "A friend. I promised I'd let him know I was safe." Donna pulled out a folded sheet of motel stationary, and punched in the digits. She held it to my ear, her forehead creased.

"Hello?"

I almost burst into tears right then. "Dean? It's me- it's Cathy."

"Catherine!" Dean shouted into the phone. I winced. "Dean, I'm so-"

"Do you have any idea what day it is?"

"I know I'm late, but-"

"Late? Cathy, you've been gone a week! Cas couldn't find you; we didn't know if you were even alive. Sam," Dean lowered his voice. "Sam's been going out of his mind, looking for you. He's been driving me an' Cas crazy."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I told you I had no control over when I'd be able to call you."

"Don't apologize to me, Jones. Save it for Sammy."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Sorry, he's out right now. Guess you're stuck with me."

"Dean, I said I was sorry; what else do I have to do?"

"Come back. Right now."

"I can't do that." I said quietly. "I wish I could, but I can't. I stayed with you for three years. It's time I had a few years with my dad."

"Two years, Jones. Then you come back to us. Because family... family don't end with blood."

"Two years." I agreed.

"Where should we meet you?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll find you."

"Be quick about it. I don't want to end up waiting two decades." He hung up, and I was left staring at the monitor, watching Dean down a bottle of beer. "I miss 'm already," I mumbled.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? You've got a life back there."

"I can't go back, Dad. I left because I couldn't bear to be around them anymore."

Dad stared at the screen. "How do you know the Winchesters?"

"I ran into them, in Storybrooke. Did y'know our blood can kill demons and angels?"

He pressed a few buttons and frowned at a profile of a man in his late forties. "He's gotten old," Dad murmured. "Older than you."

"I'm three hundred and twenty- four, Dad. He only LOOKS older than me."

"You wanna go find him now?"

I thought if the deal I made with Crowley. "No, not yet. Wait till I look near his age. Not that we'll actually wait twenty years." I added quickly. "Just... at least five, okay?"

"Okay! So... where to first?"

"Medical bay? I need to get fixed up before I can go anywhere."

Dad looked down at my legs. "Oh. Yeah, let's fix you up. Donna, can you-"

Donna shoved a clothes rack out of the way and opened a door. "Ever thought of cleanin' this place up?"

"Eh, I'll do it later." Dad glanced down at me, his face lighting up into a bright, though sad, smile. "You look so much like your mum. You have her hair."

"Then these must be your eyes."

"Mm, they're more of a hazel color. I'll bet they get a little green when you're angry?"

"Extremely. Chocolatey brown, too, sometimes."

"Yeah, that happens with hazel eyes. Because they're an in-between of brown and green."

He set me down on a soft table, pulling over a tray with bags, some filled with what looked like blood and some with a glowing white substance. "I'm going to give you something that will knock you out for a bit. You're part human though, so I'm going to give you a smaller dose. Okay?"

"Uh, yeah. But if I'm still asleep when you're done, just drop me off in a room. The library'd do fine, in fact."

Donna leaned against the doorway. "You could put 'er in her mum's old room." She suggested. Dad stared at a point beside my head. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Yeah, that'd be best."

I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's okay, Dad. We'll find Mum. We will, I know it."

"Donna, could you find some clothes for Catherine? There might still be some in Ro- in her mother's room."

"Yeah, sure. Be careful with her, alright?"

Dad frowned. "She's my daughter. Why-"

"If she doesn't wanna talk about something, don't pry."

Dad held up a syringe, staring at it, frowning. "This might hurt." He apologized.

"That's okay." I assured him. "I'm a tough g- OWCH!"

Donna straightened up, her arms still folded. "Alright Doctor, let the girl be."

"But Donna-"

"No, Doctor, she needs to rest."

"Listen to 'er, Dad." I yawned, as the morphine kicked in. "Let the meds do...theirrr wohhh..."

NO POV

The Doctor sighed, leaning against the padded chair. "Would ya stop mopin' about!" Donna exclaimed. "She ain't dead."

"She almost was." He said, glancing up. "Catherine almost died back there."

"But you got her." Donna reminded him quietly. "You saved her."

"I already lost her mum. I can't lose her too."

SCRAMBLED

I sat up quickly, gasping for air. My lungs burned. I reached for something- anything- to help. A tray toppled over when I tried to lean against it, and I fell over, probably breaking my wrist. I couldn't breathe. I was going to die. "Help!" I tried to say. I was laying flat on the cold floor, staring up at the flickering overhead lights. Then it all went dark.

"It's been two days,"

"Give 'er some time. She needs rest, and you talking all the time isn't helping."

"Yes, Donna, but what do I tell her? How do I explain-"

"Don't. She doesn't need another thing to worry about."

I listened to Dad and Donna argue quietly, while I tried to open my eyes, or speak, or do anything. Half an hour later, and still no luck. It was like I was dead, but I couldn't be! How could I hear my father, and feel him touching my face?

I opened my eyes, but I wasn't on the TARDIS. No, this was a different place entirely. Everything was covered in sand. There were bodies everywhere...my stomach churned with realization. I was on a battleground. A man by one wall, a family in the house. An infant! I squeezed my eyes shut, but I was still there. It was horrible. Terrifying. What was I doing there?

The sound of trucks caught my attention. I saw three drive away, the third with a snake curling around a staff- medical. A beat up radio lay a few yards away, static buzzing.

"Watson, you there? Do you copy?"

It had to be a coincidence.

"Doctor John Watson, do read me?"

There had to be plenty of 'John Watson's in Great Britain.

It buzzed again. "Watson here."

It was him. He was in the British military. A doctor. I had found him. Finally.

I didn't know how long it had been since the dream vision when I finally woke up. But I couldn't have cared less. I found my brother. He was alive, for now, at least. All I had to do now was stall for time. I couldn't let Crowley get him. Not yet.

Me: Yay she found John! Sort of. Did you guys know that I have chapters planned up to fifteen? Not all of them are finished, but mostly. I'm out of my mind.

Nicole: You can say that again.

Elizabeth: Hey, be nice to Liz, Nic. She's in a rough patch right now.

Nicole: That doesn't excuse her for being an insane psychopath!

Me: I'm not a psychopath. The only people I kill are fictional. And I still don't really kill the fictional ones either.

Elizabeth: I don't think that's what psychopath means, Liz.

Me: Whatever. But I'm pretty sure I'm not a psychopath.