Disclaimer: I don't own the Millennium Falcon, Bentley, or anything Doctor Who.

I blinked, watching Nicky run around my living room with the completed Millennium Falcon in his tiny hands. "I can't believe you actually finished it…"

The Doctor, who was sitting in the chair across from me, grinned. That's all though. No snarky remarks.

"You actually… finished it." I mumbled.

"No need to sound so surprised."

I blinked a few more times. "Sorry, it's just…" I shook my head and stared at him with wild, bewildered eyes. "You finished it."

With a smile, he rolled his brown eyes and stood, tromping over to Nicky. I watched as he and Nicky played with the Lego ship, both of them making whooshing sounds as they moved it through the air. They jumped on and over chairs, and ran around things over and over again. The Doctor looked just like Nicky, a gigantic grin on his speckled face and the shining look in his eyes. He constantly acted like a child, but he looked as if he was about forty.

"Auntie Cat!" Nicky called, climbing over the back of my couch. "Come play with us!"

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

"Please?" He stared at me with those large, shiny blue eyes and I felt my resolve start to crumble. "Please?"

After a moment and with a bit of difficulty, I shook my head again. "No, you two have fun."

"Oh, Catherine," The Doctor strode to my side, setting his hand on the back of my chair and leaning towards me. "Don't be such a spoil-sport."

"No, really, I'm okay just watching."

"No you're not." He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair, smiling down at me.

I glared up at him. "Yeah, I am."

He flashed me a grin. "How 'bout this, then," He turned to Nicky. "How would you like to see a real spaceship?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." I mumbled under my breath, prying my arm away from his gentle grip. "Do you really wanna show a five-year-old a spaceship?"

"Exactly, Catherine, he's five, no one's gonna believe him." He reasoned, tucking his hands in his pockets and leaning ever closer. "Plus, I trust him. Don't you?"

I glared up at him, but the glare itself didn't last long. His puppy-dog-face was even more convincing than Nicky's. His brown eyes were just so… big.

With a sigh, my head fell forward. "Fine…" I frowned as my resolve crumbled. "Nothing dangerous, though."

He grinned and winked. "Never. C'mon, Nicky boy!" He turned and ran out of the kitchen, towards the sliding-door. I smiled and followed him, grabbing Nicky's small hand on the way.

"Auntie Cat?" Nicky tugged at my hand as we walked outside together. "Is the nice man a space man?"

I smiled down at him. "Yeah, and he has the coolest spaceship ever."

"Cooler than the Mill…" He paused at the long word he struggled with again. "Mill… Millen… Millennium Falcon?"

"Yup."

His eyes lit up and he raced forward, off of the patio and onto the green grass of my back yard. He looked around, and the smile on his face dropped. I didn't understand why, the TARDIS was where it had been for the past few days.

"Where is the nice man's spaceship?" Nicky asked, looking up at me with disappointed eyes.

I pointed at the TARDIS. "Right there."

He blinked. "The blue crate?"

I nodded.

He frowned. "It doesn't look like a spaceship."

"Wait 'til you see the inside." I tugged on his hand and we started to head towards the large blue box in the middle of my lawn. He seemed to not believe it was a spaceship, and my mind wandered back to thinking that showing him this was a bad idea. What if it was too much for him? I knew kids had beliefs and stuff, but not Nicky. He'd never believed in Santa or the Tooth Fairy or anything like that, but he did believe in aliens for some reason. Then again, most people did these days.

Finally, we reached the doors of the TARDIS, and I released his hand and stepped back. "Go ahead." I gestured to the doors.

Nicky looked back at me, and then proceeded to push the doors open before stepping inside. He stared straight forwards for a second, and then turned to face me. "I told you it was a spaceship, Auntie Cat!" He grinned and turned again, running straight to the Console.

I smiled and followed my nephew, shutting the doors behind me. As I climbed the three steps to the Console, I watched the Doctor lift Nicky by his underarms and hold him tightly against his chest, allowing the small boy a better view of all of the controls.

The floor hummed, and I looked around the TARDIS with a grin on my face.

"What was that?" Nicky asked, looking at the Doctor over his shoulder. "Why'd it buzz?"

The Doctor smiled and glanced my way. "She really likes your aunt."

I rolled my eyes and threw myself onto the white seat against the railing. I then watched as the Doctor carried my nephew around the Console, naming different controls and parts. I heard words like 'zigzag plotter' and 'friction contrifibulator' and knew that Nicky didn't understand half of the things he was saying, but he didn't care. He was just happy to see a real spaceship.

After a few minutes of telling Nicky what he could and couldn't touch, the Doctor set him on the ground and let him run around the room. After making sure Nicky wasn't pressing any buttons that would blow up the ship or something, he paced over and tossed himself onto the seat beside me.

"I like your nephew." He told me, lifting his feet and setting it on the edge of the Console.

"I can tell." I smiled. "You have no idea how much this means to him. He's always wanted to build a spaceship and go out into the stars and defeat aliens."

"Oh, trust me, I know all about that plan…" He mumbled. I don't think he wanted me to hear that, but I did anyways. My bad sight made my ears sharp.

"What was that?" I gently threw my elbow into his side.

"Nothing!" He squeaked.

I smiled and watched as Nicky ran around the Console, pretending to poke buttons and push levers while making the same whooshing sound he'd been making while playing with the Lego Millennium Falcon. I wasn't sure what it was, but the TARDIS was sort of giving off a feeling. There was a steady vibration beneath me, but I could barely feel it. Sort of like it was purring.

"Why is she doing that?" I asked, shifting on the seat.

"Well," He mumbled, pulling out his glasses and placing them on his nose. "If there's one thing no one else knows about the TARDIS, it's that she's rather fond of children." He smiled over at Nicky. "It's been a while since she's seen one."

My brow furrowed. "Care to clarify?"

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he threw his arms over the back of the seat. "I had a…" He trailed off, tucking his chin into his collarbone as he cleared his throat. "My granddaughter. I had a granddaughter."

Now my brow jumped. "You had a granddaughter?"

He nodded, but kept his chin close to him. "Susan, her name was."

I smiled. "You don't look old enough to have grandchildren."

He looked over at me with this little amused smile that made him look like someone had told him a really dirty joke and it's all he could think about. "You have no idea."

I smirked and pulled my legs up to fold them beneath me. "Alright, then," I mumbled, leaning towards him. "Give me an idea."

He smirked now and moved to sit just as I was, his legs crossed. "I'm nine-hundred-and-six."

"Liar."

He looked like I'd just kicked his puppy. "No, really, I am!" He protested, his voice raising several vocals to a rather annoying whine.

"Prove it." I shot at him.

He smirked and scooted closer to me. He raised his hands and grabbed my face, his fingers gently poking my cheekbones and scalp through my straight brown hair. He leaned forward until he was at eye-level with me, and stared into my dark hazel eyes through the lenses of his glasses.

"You're clever, brilliant in fact," He mumbled. "So tell me," He leaned forward again ever so slightly. "What's wrong with my eyes?"

I reached up and pulled the glasses from his face, allowing me a decent look at the strange brown orbs in front of me. "Nothing," I shook my head. "They're just a bit odd, that's all."

"Yes, but what makes them odd?"

As I folded the glasses in my hands, I stared into his eyes. They were brown, but that wasn't exactly what I saw. Sure, that's how my brain registered it, but I saw something else. I hadn't really been looking for anything when I'd looked into his eyes before. Now, though, I did. Now that I was actually looking, I saw exactly what I was looking for.

"Old…" I mumbled, keeping my eyes locked with his out of astonishment. "Your eyes are old…"

"There you go," He smiled and released my head from his gentle grip. "Knew you'd figure it out."

"Really… really old…"

"Alright, point made," He mumbled as he grabbed his glasses.

"Like, super old…"

He grabbed my chin. "You can shut up now."

I blinked. "Oh, right, sorry," I smiled. "You look pretty good for nine-hundred-and-six."

After placing his glasses back on his nose, he began straightening his tie and smiled at me boyishly. "Thanks."

"Any time." I nodded, and then looked back to Nicky. He was watching the two of us talking over the edge of the Console. As he saw that he was caught, he grinned and sank to the floor on the opposite side of the large machine. After a moment, I heard a giggle and then the sound of him whispering to the time ship. I glanced at the Doctor. "Is that why you're so good with kids?" I asked. "Because of your granddaughter?"

He released a deep breath. "I've been a dad before. A couple of times, actually. I had a daughter just recently. Jenny."

"Where is she now?"

He got that serious look again, and his lips thinned. "She's gone."

After thinking about that for a moment, I realized exactly what 'gone' meant. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

He shook his head. "Nah," His smiled was strained, but a smile nonetheless. "It's not like you killed her."

I raised my arm and held it up to my face, acting as if I were Dracula covering half of my face with a cape. "Or did I?" I asked in a playful (and obviously fake) Romanian accent.

He grinned. "Alright, that's not funny," That's what he said, but I could hear the laughter behind the words.

I smiled and got to my feet. "Total change of topic, but do you have the time?"

He shot me a look, as if I'd asked the world's most ridiculous question. "We're in a time machine."

I thought for a moment. "Oh, right, no time in the time machine." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, this thing's amazing but you can't bother to get a wall clock? C'mon, Nicky, time for lunch!" With that, I turned and strode purposefully out of the TARDIS.

The next morning, I'd just barely finished cleaning up breakfast when the doorbell rang. The Doctor and Nicky had thrown themselves onto the couch upon finishing their waffles (the only food I'd found the Doctor didn't hate) and turned on the TV. I'd grumbled about being rude when neither had offered to help clean off the table, but soon got over it and listened as the Doctor once again corrected scientists and experts.

"Nicky, that'll be your dad!" I called as I tossed the last of the dishes into my dishwasher. "Pack up your things!"

"Okay, Auntie Cat!"

I smiled as I ran out of the kitchen and straight to my front door, quickly pulling the door open. Before me stood my older brother, Ian.

Ian looked a lot like my father, with the exception of my mother's bright blue eyes. He was decently tall, and the way he styled his brown hair added on a few extra inches. His skin was extremely tan, seeing as he and Morgan often spent weekends at their beach-side home in Hawaii. He sported a slight beard now, which showed off his strong jaw. As always, he was dressed in one of his expensive Armani suits, shoes and all.

"Cat." He grinned and held out his hand, waiting for me to shake it.

With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. "Really, you're way too professional."

He chuckled in my ear and squeezed me tightly. "Oh, it's good to see you."

"You too."

He gently pushed me away and kissed my forehead. "Did he get his ship finished?"

I nodded, and then faltered. "Well, sort of." I mumbled. "I mean, it's done."

He flashed me a look. "Sort of?"

"Well-"

"Daddy!"

I turned to watch Nicky drop his backpack and run into his father's waiting arms. Ian lifted his son off of his feet and spun him around. They did this every time, and even though it was adorable it was starting to get on my nerves.

Nicky still cradled in his arms, Ian looked down at his son with a smile on his face. "Did you have fun?"

My nephew nodded enthusiastically. "The nice man helped me finish my spaceship!"

Ian's smile suddenly fell. "The nice man?" He leaned through the door and stared at the Doctor, who was now sitting upside-down on the couch.

The Doctor grinned, his face red as blood rushed through his body to get to his head. "Hello again!"

Ian nodded, and turned to me. "Would you grab Nicky's bag?" He asked.

I nodded, grabbed my nephew's bag, and followed my brother out into the driveway. When we reached their Bentley, he set Nicky on the ground and helped him into the back seat of the luxury vehicle. Once the door was shut, he turned to me.

"I got an email from mom yesterday," He mumbled, pulling out his Blackberry. "Apparently Adam got a week home. She's going up to the lake with him and Maddy for a few days, and we're going to head up there on Monday. Do you think you'll join us?"

I thought for a moment, and then shook my head. "No," I smiled up at my elder brother. "I don't think I can leave that moron alone in my house for even a minute."

Ian's eyebrows jumped. "He's staying with you?"

"For the time being."

Ian smirked. "Well, in that case, bring him along,"

I laughed. "No, no, he's not really the… beach type…"

Ian smiled. "Well, I hope you change your mind." He grabbed me and pulled me into another hug, lifting me off the ground as he nearly squeezed my guts out. "Love you." He set me on the ground and paced to the other side of the car. "And mom'll be hearing about that boyfriend of yours!"

I blinked, confused as to what the hell he was talking about. Suddenly, it snapped. "Oh, no," I mumbled as he pulled the door open and he hopped inside. "He's not my-"

The door slammed shut and the car turned on.

"Boyfriend…"

I sighed and watched as Nicky waved to me through the window, a bright smile on his face. I couldn't help but to smile and wave back. I jumped as the Doctor walked up beside me and waved as well.

After the car disappeared around the corner, I turned to the Doctor. "You told my brother your name was John Smith?"

He nodded. "Yup."

"And he thinks you're a normal guy?"

He nodded again. "Yeah."

I took a deep breath. "Sounds like we need to go shopping for some clothes that don't-" I reached up and tugged at his tie. "Um, stick out so much."

He nodded. "Right." As I turned and walked back towards the house, he froze. "Wait, shopping?"

A/N: First of all, a big thanks to Spirit-of-the-Rain for all of her help and giving me a good laugh!

Second of all, I finished this story last night. Yes, it's done, but I'm still not going to post it all at once. I have a sequel to get well into before I can do that. Anyways, the story ended up being seventeen chapters long with an added epilogue that I haven't written yet and will most likely be rather short. The sequel, I think, will only about ten chapters in total. Then again, I haven't even started writing that, so I can't be sure. Hell, it could come out thirty chapters (though highly unlikely)!

So, in the next chapter, I believe Cat and the Doctor go shopping... You should all enjoy that. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, too! I remember writing this one. I got stuck... Yeah, no pun intended.

So, thanks for reading!

Allons-y!

Jazmine