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The Doctor moved slowly behind Amara, an unwavering look of sadness on his face. How could she not make it to her 56th birthday? She was Rose Tyler, defender of the universe, she was his Rose. It wasn't like her to just give up like that, but then again, it had been a long time. His thoughts were shaken away when he realized he was about to walk over Amara, who had stopped in front large silver elevator doors.
"Couple floors down", Amara said, smiling awkwardly as she stood, turning her attention to the number above the door.
"So Amara, that's an interesting name", The Doctor said, rocking back and forth on his toes. "Means…"
"Means eternal", Amara said smiling. "Mum thought it would be appropriate"
"Appropriate? Considering what?" he asked as he stepped into the now open elevator doors.
She stood silently, looking to him like she was trying to find the right words or debating whether or not she'd say something. There was something about this girl that was strangely familiar to him and it wasn't just because she was Rose's daughter. She had something in her that reminded him of himself, something that was unique about her that he couldn't put his finger on.
"Well, considering my father", she said quietly. Her speaking shook him from his daze and he intently turned his attention back to her. That is until he heard the word "father". Almost instantly he could feel the jealousy burning inside him. His Rose with another man was almost unbearable to think about.
"Oh? And what about him?" he asked, trying to sound as calm and not jealous as he could.
"I dunno, it was stupid to bring him up. He's not around anymore so it doesn't really matter. Doesn't change anything but it doesn't matter", she said, leaning about the cold metal to her right.
"Well how you're speaking of him tells me he does matter" he crossed his arms and looked at the girl. "I realize this might be uncomfortable, talking about this with a complete stranger but if it helps, your mother and I were very close when she was younger"
"When she was younger?" she laughed, pushing her hair back as she did. "You say it like you've been the same age since you last saw her. Like only she's been aging".
He laughed nervously, moving his eyes to the closed doors in front of him. She did work at Torchwood but it was still an iffy subject, Time Lords. They weren't supposed to exist anymore, besides himself. He sighed and leaned his head against the metal behind him.
"You know what I mean" he said, his voice trailing off.
"Are you an alien? Not the foreign country alien the outer space kind" she asked looking over at him.
"What? Why would you say that?" he asked turning his attention directly at her.
"Well, you just seem like you don't belong here, like this is some weird foreign place to you. Like for example, when you first showed those security guards your psychic paper your breathing rate increased. I've worked with aliens before, its nothing new to me if you are"
He looked straight ahead again. She was good, better than he expected. Being able to pick up simple details like his breathing increase and his… his psychic paper?
"How did you know it was psychic paper? You see what I want you to see" he said, turning to her again.
"I didn't know for sure until you just told me" she said, sticking her tongue between her teeth as she smiled. "It looked like blank paper from where I was standing and since the guards took it as you're credentials, I figured that it was psychic paper"
That smile, it was like looking at Rose with dark hair. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair "But it should have been credentials to you too".
"It's because of my father", she said standing upright as the doors began to open.
"Your father again, what's so special about your father then?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed at the fact that she kept using the "f" word.
Amara turned around, crossing her arms across her chest. She spoke softly, like she was telling him a secret, a secret that everyone knew anyways. One specific word stuck out to him, a word that had, up until now, only been used to describe him and memories of home.
"Because my father is a Time Lord".