Author's Notes: I thought about this, but I wanted a challenge, so Aggie's getting some more help from...someone I said I'd never write about!
The other Doctor had been contacted.
Aggie was distracted at the thought of so many people she cared about being in danger, but none of them knew her properly yet; to them she was an acquaintance, a very useful, clever and caring one- but she was not a daughter or a friend to them yet. And it hurt.
Except Emma, the Master's daughter, who knew her well; whom she feared wouldn't be able to handle herself under duress, and it scared Aggie to think how Emma would be at risk of seriously harming their cause, a bit like her father. She wanted her family back, but they would never exist if she didn't achieve this.
Isobel turned out to be the most helpful human being she'd ever encountered bar her mother and Torchwood. She was positive, forward-thinking and a bit too clever, and seemed to know a bit about everything in that way people who study history often do. Like Martha, she was what Aggie called 'a hidden geek'. And it was very attractive.
"Was that him?"
"Yeah, it was, he's there right now, getting ready, planning. If we don't plan we might as well be already captured ourselves."
"Is that him though?"
"I don't make the connection; in that reality, this never happened, so he's not my father, factually. Sounds like I'd like him though, he's very funny, the humour's there- you can tell it's another...him."
"So, what, do they change or something?"
"We don't die, we regenerate, in fact, I used to look a lot like you."
Isobel grinned.
"Honestly? Wow, any other tricks?"
"I wasn't looking where I was going. Not everywhere I go has buses that travel on a road so..." Aggie imitated a smashing noise.
"Oh! That's awful, stop it!"
"I used to be much more soft, before, I'm actually glad for the change."
"Oh, so the personality changes too?"
"Yeah, but your intrinsic values and self and memories stay the same, that's what I meant about him; it was him, but it's not him, it's another universe, never mind another timeline..." she sighed. "I miss looking like my mum though, although I don't miss being tiny."
"Oh, you're fine as you are," Isobel stated, almost proudly.
Aggie just stood there and raised an eyebrow, like her father would have done.
"Of course," she replied, pretending to be smug.
Just then, there was slamming, whooshing noise from nowhere.
"OH! I TOLD HER NOT TO DO THAT AGAIN!"
Isobel jumped in shock.
"I've come to help!" came the breathless reply. "And I brought someone with me."
"D'you know how dangerous that is?" Aggie hollered. "Neotemporal splits are not helped by you AND YOUR BLOODY DIMENSION CANNON!"
Isobel visibly jumped again at the volume of her voice.
Aggie scowled and sighed loudly.
"OH! You devious thing! Promise, you go home straight after this? None of your issues, you need to stay there and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. Damn you, Miss Tyler, honestly. You might as well -more the merrier-afterwards, you go back, you hear me? This may be awkward but we need all the help we can get."
The woman nodded slowly.
"Oh and keep tabs on him-I really don't think the Doctor will like this. I mean the real...you know what I mean!"
Isobel gaped as she caught sight of the Doctor's clone.
Aggie sighed again.
"Long story."