I'd like to thank, again, everyone who reviewed. It means a lot to me :) *hugs you both*

By the way, the OCs (minus Mia, of course) in this are from another fic I wrote

(Deep space)

"Are you all right?" Amy asked concernedly, setting seven mugs down on the table.

Mia nodded. "It's just a lot to take in," she sighed.

"It is, isn't it?" Amy agreed. She raised her voice. "OI! YOU LOT! THERE'S TEA!"

It wasn't long until everyone had arrived, sitting around the table in the TARDIS kitchen (Mia found it strange that life could be completely normal on a space-ship), Mia sitting between her grandfather and Rose.

"How long are we going to stay here for?" Rory asked.

"Who knows," Rose murmured, taking a slice of toast from the large plate Amy had set down.

"There's less chance of us getting into a situation that would put all of your lives in danger if we're just drifting," River explained.

"Good point," said Amy, sitting down.

"But can we go to earth soon?" Rose asked. "Mia needs to go to school and everyone's worried sick about us."

"Al and Alice know where we are," Scorpius reminded her.

"They also know that there's a chance we'll end up battling murderous aliens."

"We'll take you back; don't worry," the Doctor grinned across the table at her, having finally finished eating.

"I still don't know how you can eat biscuits for breakfast," Mia shook her head.

"Same way he can wear a fez."

Amy groaned. "Please don't give him ideas. I've had enough of the fez to last me a lifetime."

Mia laughed.

"Are we going to Rose's now?" Mia asked, watching her father dance around the console, pushing buttons.

"Yes!"

She laughed a little as his childishness, getting up from the seat to stand beside him. "How do you fly the TARDIS?"

"If she likes you, she'll show you how. But there's always this," he searched around for something. "Oh I forgot! I threw it into the supernova."

"What?" Mia asked, frowning.

"The manual. I think I've got one I wrote myself here somewhere …"

"Why did you throw the original into the supernova?" she called as he disappeared.

"I disagreed with it!" he shouted back. "Aha!"

upon returning, he presented her with a sheaf of sheets put together like a booklet.

"Wouldn't that mean anyone can fly her, though?" Mia asked, staring at the clear instructions on how to fly the TARDIS.

"No. It's all written in Gallifreyan. Only you, me and River can read it. Everyone else would just see circles. Go and read it, and I'll show you how to fly her."

Mia smiled and left, looking for the library. It had moved again. Mia liked where it was now; down a small flight of steps; in its own little corner.

Angel was perched atop one of the bookshelves, and Rose was sitting in the middle of the floor, looking very odd indeed as she riffled through the many books surrounding her, and scribbled things down on a piece of yellowed paper with an eagle-feather quill.

"Hello Mia," said Rose, still writing. Mia sat down, and Rose looked up with a smile. "I'm an Unspeakable," she explained, seeing Mia's interested face.

"What's that?" Mia asked, flipping the manual open.

"I work in the Department of Mysteries. In the Ministry of Magic. I can't really tell you much about it. We have to write backwards and everything. Look," she held up the piece of paper so Mia could see.

"How can you do that without a mirror?" Mia asked, perplexed.

"It takes a lot of hard work to learn how," Rose said, laying down the piece of paper. "We're so old-fashioned," she added fondly, dipping her quill into a bottle of ink and scribbling away again.

Mia dropped her eyes to the booklet, starting to read it.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked.

"Reading," Mia replied absently.

"How? It's all in circles."

"Gallifreyan," Mia corrected.

"What's that?"

"Time-lord language, as far as I'm aware," Mia replied.

Rose nodded and returned to her work.

They sat in silence for a few moments – if the sound of the quill scratching, the pages turning, and the TARDIS engine noise was not counted – until Rose looked up.

"We're here!"

Quite suddenly, three tortoiseshell kittens scampered into the room, closely followed by a girl in her teens, with curly brown hair and sparkling amber eyes, who was obviously chasing them.

"She had another litter?" said Rose exasperatedly, screwing the cap on her bottle of ink and clambering to her feet. But she seemed pleased to see the stranger. They hugged.

"Mia, this is Katherine Jensen, my second cousin," Rose introduced.

"Hello," Mia smiled. "I'm Mia Song."

"The Doctor and River's daughter?" Katherine questioned, dropping to her knees to scoop up one of the kittens.

"That's me," Mia said. Another of the kittens, with a white mark on her forehead, leapt lightly onto her knees, purring. Mia stroked her.

"I've heard a lot about you," Katherine said, straightening up with both kittens in her arms. They mewled loudly, trying to escape.

"How long has it been since we were here, for you?" Rose asked, now gathering up her work and closing all the books.

"Two weeks," Katherine replied.

"Three, for us," Rose said, laying the pieces of paper on a desk and flicking her wand so that the books returned to their places on the shelves.

"Looks like she's taken a liking to you," Katherine noted, smiling at Mia. The kitten had curled up in her lap.

Mia nodded. "Could I have her?"

"Of course you could," Katherine smiled. "Make these two less of a handful," she looked down at the kittens in her arms.

"Getting a pet without asking your parents first?" Rose grinned, tutting mockingly.

"It says on my list I can have a cat or an owl," Mia replied matter-of-factly, scratching the kitten behind the ears. "I think I'll call her Blaze."

"Perfect name," said Katherine.

Rose opened the door and the three of them left the library.

"Where are we going?" Mia asked.

"Shopping."

"Don't fly off on us!" Rose called, waving cheerily to the Doctor, River, Amy and Rory.

"He just can't resist adventures sometimes," she grinned, turning around and setting off.

Mia, still carrying Blaze, and Katherine, setting up things on Mia's phone for her, followed.

"Why did you decide to walk?" Katherine asked. "We never walk. The city centre is a while from here."

"We can floo back, don't worry," Rose assured.

"We can hardly torture Blaze with the floo network," Katherine argued.

"We can give her to Alice. She'll take her back safely."

Katherine raised no arguments to this, and so they lapsed into silence. Mia took out her letter and read through the booklist.

"How can all this stuff be sold in the middle of London?" she asked, once they'd reached the bustling city centre. "Wouldn't Muggles notice?"

"Speaking our language already!" Katherine grinned.

"It's hidden. Muggles can't see it, so they can't get in," Rose answered.

They crossed the road.

"Here we are," Katherine announced, opening the door of a small, cheerful-looking pub, called The Leaky Cauldron.

Rose and Mia entered the pub, closely followed by Katherine. Mia looked around. The atmosphere was just as cheerful as the look of the pub. Many people were talking and laughing. A particularly colourful group of witches were singing, while an appreciative crowd cheered and laughed and applauded.

Suddenly, a young woman with blonde hair a little longer than shoulder-length, and a round, beaming face, emerged from the crowd, hugging Rose and Katherine. She smiled at Mia.

"I'm Alice Longbottom," she introduced. "And I'm guessing that you're Mia Song."

"Yes," Mia answered, smiling back.

"Pleasure to finally meet you," Alice said politely. "And that's one of Smoky's kittens, isn't it?"

Mia nodded. "Blaze. Would you mind looking after her for me?"

"Of course I wouldn't!" Alice said, taking the kitten from Mia. "You lot had better come and say hello after you've done your shopping, mind."

"You've got a deal."

Mia was awed. Everything in Diagon Alley was so beautiful. She kept turning her head this way and that, Katherine kept laughing, and she distinctly heard someone passing mutter, with a smile, "Muggle-born."

They went to Flourish and Blotts to buy old, leather-bound books. Madam Malkin's to buy long black robes, and other shops for many different things.

"Just a wand left now," Katherine grinned.

They proceeded down the cobbled alley to Ollivander's, the wand shop. Rose and Katherine exchanged a grin as Mia pushed the door open and entered the shop, enthralled.

"Hello young lady," the woman behind the counter – a young woman, with dark hair and silvery eyes – said. "Hello Rose. Hello Katherine."

"Hello," the three replied in unison.

"And who are you, may I ask?" the woman asked, eyeing Mia interestedly, already running possibilities of the right wand for her.

"Mia Song," Mia replied.

"Song … Muggle-born?"

Mia nodded.

The woman came around the counter, carrying a measuring tape.

"Hold out your wand arm," she requested.

"The hand you write with," Katherine added helpfully, noticing Mia's confused look.

Mia held out her left arm. The tape measured it itself, and the wand-maker took the measurement, disappearing into the depths of stacked boxes behind the counter.

She returned moments later with a small stack of boxes. She opened the topmost, and held the wooden stick out to Mia.

"Blackthorn. Eleven and a half inches. Dragon Heartstring. Bendy. Give it a try."

Mia took the wand, and waved it once, but even before she had done it properly, the woman had snatched it out of her hand.

"No …" she selected another one. "Apple. Twelve inches. Unicorn tail hair. Yielding."

This did not work either.

The fifth wand ("Oak. Eleven and three quarter inches. Unicorn tail hair. Swishy.") was the right one. Mia paid ten galleons (she'd been given money by her parents to exchange. The leftover was now in a vault at the wonderful bank, Gringotts) for it, and left the shop.

"Let's go to George's," Katherine suggested, as soon as they'd stepped back out into the mid-August sunshine.

Rose agreed. Mia did not bother to ask what exactly 'George's' meant. She would find out soon enough.

It was a shop, a vibrant shop that made her smile immediately on sight; Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"My uncles opened it," Rose told Mia, as they entered. "Fred and George. But Fred died in the war."

A young man, not much older than Rose, Scorpius and Alice, appeared.

"Hi Fred," Rose smiled.

"Hello, dear cousin."

"I thought you sai—" Mia began, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Fred Weasley the second," Rose interrupted. "Meet Mia Song."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Song," said Fred with a grin.

"Quit being polite," Rose said. "We all know that you're about to play a trick on us – or you already have!"

"I can be polite for no reason!" Fred said indignantly, scowling at his cousin.

"Of course you can," Rose said. "Be a dear and give Mia the tour, without playing a trick on her."

"This way, Miss Song."

"How much did you buy in there?" Katherine demanded, going through Mia's bags.

"Fred's a good businessman," Mia defended. "And the stuff is cool!"

"Merlin help you if you've inherited your father's sense of 'cool'," Rose muttered under her breath, but Mia heard.

They were sitting in the sunshine outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour (thought the person who owned it was not even a Fortescue), eating sundaes and chatting pleasantly. Rose told Mia more things about her parents, and Mia recounted growing up in an orphanage.

"You understand why you were left there, don't you?" Rose asked, holding her spoon suspended in mid-air as she watched Mia carefully.

"Yes," she answered. "But I still don't understand how I'm powerful."

"If you got as angry as you were possibly able to, you could rip a hole in time and space," Rose said, eating another spoonful or sundae.

"Rip a hole in time and space?" Mia repeated incredulously, dropping her spoon. "How am I that powerful?"

"You don't want to ask me. Ask your father. You'll probably only get gibberish back, but it's worth a shot."

"So basically I need anger management," Mia said, once she'd calmed down and resumed the eating of her sundae.

"You definitely need anger management," Rose agreed with a laugh.

They finished their sundaes and returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Go up to room eleven," Alice said to them, handing Blaze back to Mia. "There's a surprise, and tea and scones. I'll be up in a minute, if Lindsay ever gets here."

The three of them climbed the handsome wooden staircase, and pushed the door to room eleven open. The TARDIS was standing in the middle of the room.

"Room eleven, really?" said Mia, shaking her head, as she entered the TARDIS.

"I love this regeneration!" her father defended, pouting like a little child.

Amy shook her head like Mia, laughing. "Are you nine or nine hundred plus?"

"Where's this tea and scones Alice promised?" Rose asked.

"In the kitchen," Amy answered, still laughing.

They climbed both flights of stairs to the kitchen, which hadn't moved since that morning. Scorpius and Rory were already sitting there, buttering scones for themselves.

"Is Alice coming up again?" Scorpius asked, as Mia, Rose and Katherine sat down.

Mia nodded, taking a scone for herself, and spreading butter and jam on it.

Alice entered, followed by the Doctor, Rory and Amy. Even Blaze padded in, mewling.

Mia slid from her seat and poured a bowl of milk for her.

"What's her name?" her mother asked, when she'd returned to her seat.

"Blaze."

River merely nodded, as if she had already known what she would say. Mia took a bite of scone. Her phone bleeped. She pulled it out, smiling as she saw a text from Kelly, dated for 2011.

Mia,

I think this is the first time you have contact from me – timelines are confusing. How are you? Are you getting on with your family? I'm still at Cardiff, but I've left the orphanage. Don't worry about Josh and Conor. They're fine, and they send their love

Kelly x

"What's up?" Rose asked.

"Kelly sent me a text."

"From the orphanage, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I debated on splitting this chapter in two, but in the end, I didn't.

I didn't know how to write the 'explaining', sorry. I have absolutely no idea where this story is going, so please forgive randomness. Also, I forgot about the manual being thrown into the supernova. I changed it, but I kind of needed a manual, so sorry.

Love Fiona x