"So Perivale is around Ealing?"
"It is one of the seven small towns that make up the London borough of Ealing, the smallest in fact, with The Church of St. Mary's, one of London's oldest churches. Some of the teachers and my parole officer tried to force me to go there"
"So I am seeing a small town girl, where is Journey when you need them," Ace throws her head back and laughs.
"I am glad that you don't care about the fact I was a juvenile delinquent."
"One of the many things that make you interesting."
"Depending on how many people from my teen years are still there we may get some odd jokes."
"Can't be worse than the teasing of our friends."
"It will be different."
"We can have fun with different things." He turns into a small area, "Can you tell me where we are staying?"
"The house I grew up in. For some reason I never sold it after my mum died."
"You might have had one of your feelings that one day you would be showing it off to your special someone." Graham waggled his eyebrows.
"You are definitely something Graham." Ace watches the familiar rode, "Turn right, left, it is the beige house with a red door." Graham pulls into the driveway, across the street a curtain opens and closes quickly as they get their bags out. Ace digs the key out of one of her bags. "I have a cleaning lady come here every other week, so it shouldn't be too bad here." For the first time in years Ace walks into her childhood home. "I didn't even pack up my mum's stuff when she died. We had just made up when I got a call that she was in the hospital."
"Are you going to be ok Ace," Graham says, putting a bag down and rubbing her back.
"I will be, thank you."
"You know me, I want you to be happy."
"I should be, want to know something funny, not haha funny, just funny?"
"Ok."
"The last time I was in my house was when Fenric did the time storm."
"Really?"
"Yes," Ace starts to smile, "when I came here with the Doctor I didn't visit."
"You two had other pressing concerns."
"We did, how about after we rest for a bit, can I show you around?"
"It is one of the reasons we are here after all."
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"This is the place we hang out as teenagers, it has changed a bit though. There used to be a tree over there," Ace pints out in a direction.
A man around Ace's age comes up behind them, "Isn't great that the powerful Dorothy McShane comes to visit us in little Perivale."
"Hello Tag," Ace turns around recognizing the voice.
"Hello Dorothy. You are the one of the few that made it out of here, but at least they came to visit. You send a cleaning lady to your mothers. Last time I heard you visited it was for a bit and saved some people."
"I had nothing left here Tag."
"You had your mother."
Ace laughs, "You had no idea what it was like being a disappointment no matter what you did. Of course I didn't want to return."
"Do you have a thing for older men, that last time I heard about your last time was here he was also older than you."
"Graham isn't that much older than me," Ace says, standing up taller and grabbing hold of Graham's hand again.
"Graham is it? Have to have a woman stand up for you."
"No, I just know that Dorothy or those closest to her call her Ace, can handle her own battles against some bitter middle aged man." Tag starts to turn red with anger as Ace gets in between.
"I may not live here anymore, but I do keep on news happening here, I happen to know one more assault will land you locked up until that little boy of yours will be in high school."
"How have you kept up,'' Tag says with a scoff.
"Perivale remains with me everywhere I go. You can take the girl out of a small town, but you can't take the small town out of the girl, as the saying goes." Ace takes Graham's hand as they walk away from him. "Well, this used to be where teenagers hang out. Not everyone was like that. I turned him down back in the day."
"Ahh a bit of the green eyed monster then."
"I wasn't who I am now. A brash teenager and everything that went along with it."
"Now you are the head of a well loved charity, and can have Dalek's eyestalk destroyed in a second."
"Well, only one person really knows what can go on. She and I met Kate's dad at the same time."
"A friend."
"A best friend." They continue walking and they pass by her old high school. "I was kicked out of here at 16." Graham starts to laugh, "What's so funny?"
"They made a plaque saying proud school of the creator of A Charitable Foundation."
''They did what?" Graham turns her to face what he is facing and points to where it is at. "Let them have it, that is not one I care about, plus if anyone really cares they can look it up in the local Gazette that I was kicked out and for why. That may be one of the reasons why I am fit to help kids in a similar position."
"You also have a big heart for anyone you meet."
"Almost everyone." Streetlights come on and they walk back to her childhood home. With a laugh Ace suggests, "Do you want to sleep in my childhood bed?"
"I may feel weird about that, but as long as you are in my arms, I won't care a bit." They get ready for bed as Ace walks into her childhood bedroom to find it's not like a time capsule, but modernized and she notices a letter that when she picks it up has her name in her mothers writing on it. "I wonder why Agnes never threw it out?"
"Agnes?"
"My cleaning lady."
"Maybe she had a feeling that it would be important for you to read." He gives her an encouraging nod.
"Is that your not so subtle hint to me?"
"Yes, do you want me to go into the front room while you are reading it?"
"No, I want you to stay here. We may have made up by the time she passed away, but there was something in her eyes that I could never read." Ace opens up the letter.
"My Dorothy,
You have been gone for two years now, well at least to me. I recently heard that you came back to town for a quick visit and brought an odd older man here. I know what I said that day is not what I should've said. I could never understand why I get like that sometimes. I was only wishing for you to be better than I was; a high school dropout and a failed marriage. Your dad walked out after a drunken fight one night and I cheated on him. He took your little brother with him. I hope you can find that special someone who will understand all of you, and that you one day can understand our family better than I can. All I know is that your grandmother randomly came here with me near the end of World War II. I will always remember when you were born, I had to name you after Dorothy as she was the only good memory I had as a child. I turn around and make you feel like I did. All alone. I know your friends say you are doing better than ever, especially Shou and Shreela. She came by after she first met this Doctor of yours and his friend who served in the military. I love you, hopefully you can find it in your heart to forgive me for everything I did to you as a kid. I hope one day we can meet again.
Love, Mom."
"Well is everything ok?"
"Yes, can we go to bed now?"
"Of course we can, are you sure it's ok?"
"I am, she wanted to make up, missed me when I disappeared and heard about the Doctor."
"Really?"
"Yes, she did. Most people never make it out of here."
"I gathered that from before."
"I guess in some ways Fenric helped me out by being able to meet the Doctor who in turn had me see everything as you saw yourself."
"I did." They get ready for bed and after they change, Ace yet again goes for one of Graham's shirts and in his arms as they hit the mattress. They fall asleep quickly. Not long later as she is awoken from her slumber from the sound of a crash, Ace grabs her old bat that she had as a young girl under her bed and goes downstairs to see a window broken from a rock with a note attached to it.
"You do not belong here anymore."
Graham comes downstairs, "What's that?"
Ace jumps and turns around, "Some people just don't like me," she brushes it off. "Can you please go into the kitchen to see if Agnes left any trash bags?"
"On it, do you want to call the police?"
"No it is probably just some punk kids; as you know I was once one. I did much worse." Graham gives a thumbs up and walks out to go find something to patch up the window. After they do a partial fix of the window head back upstairs to go to bed.
