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"Wait what?" he asked, taking a step towards her. Maybe he didn't hear her correctly or maybe he was hearing what he wanted to hear.
"It's because my father is a Time Lord", she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But that's impossible. Time Lords are… well there aren't anymore of them. You must be mistaken", he said, trying to rationalize his thoughts. He was the only Time Lord left, end of story. What she was saying was impossible.
"Yes, you're right. I must be lying" she said as she rolled her eyes. "I must be imagining my two hearts and the fact that I can regenerate. Yup, my overactive imagination is working up again, my mistake"
"You've… you've got two hearts?" he asked moving closer.
"Mhmm, two hearts. I'm beating out a Samba, that's what mum used to say" she smiled and his mind raced back to New Earth, then to the moment when Rose… well Cassandra had kissed him. It was like he could feel her lips on his again.
"John? Are you alright? I know it's a little hard to believe but you don't have to get all weird and dazed out on me", she said raising an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry" he said running a hand through his hair. He needed to calm down or… he looked down at his pants… bad things would happen. "But how can it be, you're father being a Time Lord?"
"Well, it's sort of a funny story only not really" she began, turning and moving down the hall. He kept close to her making sure to take in every word.
"Well there was the Time War, now if you know about the Time Lords then you probably know about the Time War right?" she asked, continuing after he nodded a couple times. "Right, well my father and a couple others, just before everything was destroyed, they escaped into this world through the umm…" she stopped for a moment to think. "…Through the void. They thought they closed it for good but obviously they didn't"
"How do you know that? That they didn't close it I mean?" he asked.
"Well if they had closed it for good, Mum and Uncle Mickey and Grams wouldn't be here", she replied simply.
"Well, what you're saying is a nice story for sure, but no Time Lord's survived the Time War" he said shaking his head.
"That's not true, the Doctor survived" she said matter-of-factly.
He froze. He expected her to know something about Rose's past but not him. He figured Rose wouldn't have mentioned him. He knew he never mentioned her, only on rare occasions when he something blurted out accidentally while he was rambling on about something or other to Martha.
"How do you know about the Doctor?" he asked quietly
"Well, its kind of silly" she said blushing slightly as she stopped and turned around so she was facing him. When I was little, right after my father left, Mum used to tell me stories about the Doctor and his companion and their adventures together. Traveling through time and space, saving the world as they went." She smiled and looked up to the Doctor who was positively beaming.
"You said you knew my mother when she was younger" she said taking a step towards him. "Did you know the Doctor?"
"I uh… did. Yes, yes I did" he stuttered softly.
"Did he love her?" she asked, moving closer to him. "See, the story ended with only his companion saying it" she stopped, standing less than half a foot from him. "If you knew him and my mother… then maybe you know if he loved her"
"That's difficult to answer. It's been such a long time…" he said with a sigh. The more he thought about it the more he smiled. "He loved her more than anything. He still does. He's never stopped loving her, thinking about her" he said, sadness in his eyes. Those words were some of the most difficult to get out, and him being the Doctor, that was really saying something. He didn't have any trouble getting any words out. They just sort of started flowing and didn't feel like stopping. He looked at Amara, looked her up and down. If she had blonde hair, she'd look exactly like Rose. The smile, the eyes, everything but the hair. He wanted to hold her, to feel like he was holding Rose again.
"Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, giving him a strange look.
"Amara, what'd your father look like?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Well, from what I remember he had shaggy dark brown, almost black hair, bright blue eyes and he was kind of tallish short, maybe 5'8" - 5'9" she said slowly, trying to remember.
"What was his name?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.
"I dunno, to me he was always Daddy. Why?", she said with a shrug.
"Just curious is all. Well, we'd better be off. Got people and planets to save right?" he said, bounding down the hall.
She looked at him oddly and followed slowly, muttering to herself as she went.
"Right… whatever you say Doctor".