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Chapter Six Viva La Vida
Catharine tried to focus her mind on her past. It was beginning to prove impossible and tiresome. When the Doctor walked up to here she was sitting she pulled away from her meditation only to see he was holding out a glass of beer. They were sitting in a pub once again. This time it was just to take a break from running, fighting and world saving. She took the beer from him and slowly drank it dry. The Doctor waited until she had regained her breath before asking her any questions. "So did you find anything?"
Catharine shook her head. "I can't focus my mind, it's almost as if there is a block in my memories…a full year is missing from my life, I can feel that much."
He held his hands out just inches from either side of her face. "May I try to help?" when she nodded her head he touched her face gently and entered her mind. He could see the memories of her mother and James, of Ianto and Jack, of Gwen and Rhys but when he pushed deeper there was a closed door. He tried to open the door but found that he bounced right off the door. The Doctor tried again to find that he only bounced off again but this time he was thrown out of her mind with a nasty headache. "There is a block in your mind, this isn't the place to try and break it."
Catharine nodded her head but stayed where she was sitting. "I think I'll have another beer," She got up and walked to the bar. Later she came back with another bottle of beer and a glass of wine for the Doctor. "Didn't know what you liked so I got you…um…white wine?" She sniffed at it then nodded her head. The Doctor took the glass from her then tipped it ever so slightly to her.
"Catharine, thank you for getting me wine, how did you know I wanted some?" He asked while pulling the glass to his lips.
"I just did, maybe it's because of my father." She said comfortably, "Doctor, I know you played the other side of the disk, did he give you the answers you wanted?"
"Yeah," He smiled then put a hand on top of hers. "Catharine, do you know why your memories might be locked away or even how?"
"My biological father was a telepath, mother said that my real name was hidden in my memories but the other idea would be that whole year that I'm missing." Catharine let out a sigh then smiled at her Time Lord friend. "Doctor, I just wanted to say thank you, for letting me be with you."
The Doctor gave her a lopsided smile then finished the glass of wine. "We should get going, after all there are places to see, people to meet and worlds to save." He held his hand out to her and helped her to her feet. Suddenly a cell phone went off and he answered with a slight worry caught in his eyes.
"Doctor," Catharine asked softly while leaning up to his ear to try and hear.
"Doctor, it's me Martha, we need your help." A female voice said.
"I'm on my way." The Doctor grabbed hold of Catharine's arm and dragged her towards the Tardis. The Tardis, whirling through space and time to where the phone call had come from. Catharine clung to the Doctor's arm as they walked out of the Tardis to meet a dark skinned woman wearing a black UNIT uniform. Catharine shivered where she stood. The woman's presence gave off an aura of fear and distaste.
"Doctor, there are reports of…a man looking like Harold Saxon…" Her voice gave an impression of hatred towards the name. Catharine looked at Martha with curiosity.
"Who is Harold Saxon?"
"You should know you're old enough to." Martha snapped.
"Actually, she's from the future." The Doctor said calming the situation. "Catharine this is Martha Jones, Martha this is Catharine…now tell me exactly where it was that your sources say Harold Saxon was." Catharine could almost feel the Doctor's emotions come off in waves. She took several steps back while trying to gain her own understanding of these new sensations of hate, anger, fear and disdain that both were giving off.
"Right here actually, at midnight." Martha replied while eyeing Catharine. The young Catharine was well aware of the watchful eyes of Martha Jones but chose to ignore while she explored the steam filled alley way. She saw several over flowing garbage barrels then one that was completely empty. When she walked over there was a manila envelope sitting at the bottom. She bent down to pick it up then read the cover.
"D-Doctor, I think someone knew I was going to be here." She whispered while handing the envelope to the Doctor. He opened it then looked at her sadly. "What is it?"
"Get inside the Tardis." He said sternly.
"Doctor, I deserve an answer!" She barely recognized her own voice as she shouted at him. There was anger behind it. An anger she hadn't felt since her fiancé had died. "Answer me damn it!"
He grabbed her shoulders roughly before seeing that it was not her own emotions she was using, but his and Martha's. "Martha, I suggest that if we are going to keep her with us that we better control our emotions."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Martha inquired while looking at Catharine with concern.
"Catharine here is empathic, she feels our emotions, and she's just coming into this power." The Doctor let go of her shoulders then took her small right hand into his own. They walked towards the UNIT van where the Doctor saw a familiar old friend. "Alastair!" The Doctor exclaimed as he rushed to his old friend.
"Doctor, it's good to see you." The Brigadier said while shaking hands with the Doctor. He then turned his attention to Catharine. "You look familiar miss; pray do tell me your name."
"Catharine Angeline—"
"Amanda's little girl?" The Brigadier stood up and walked over to her, when he finished looking her over then gave a laugh. "You look exactly like your mother, except your eyes."
"You knew my mother?" Catharine almost felt tears sting the edges of her eyes. "Please, who was she to you?"
"My personal assistant, at least for a time, then she went to work for UNIT under my advice I might add. She was an excellent young woman, profound in her knowledge and being well known to let someone know that they were wrong." The Brigadier laughed again as he patted Catharine's shoulder. "You must be just like her I gather, if you're traveling with the Doctor. I always wanted to meet you, you see your mother would talk non-stop about you while you were tiny but she refused to let me meet you."
"That would be because I was…I was… I think at the time I was a bit of a vicious little thing. I bit my father once or twice." Catharine let out a chuckle as she remembered. "That is if it was the time I am thinking of sir."
"Most likely," He agreed with a nod of his head. "Enough with the pleasantries, we have some business to attend to." He motioned for them to follow. She almost felt happy that someone knew who her mother was. "I take it that the Master has returned."
"It looks that way Brigadier," The Doctor agreed while trying to keep his emotions from bleeding over to Catharine. "It also appears that he knows who Catharine is as well."
"Oh?"
"There are photos of her from when she was a child in this envelope." The Doctor threw them onto a table. Catharine froze. Her heart seemed to stop.
"You don't think that he was involved in the death of her parents do you?"
"No, they died when Earth was moved sir," Catharine interrupted. "I was there, the Daleks attacked, my mother and father were slaughtered like sheep to the wolves, sir."
"Good analogy of what happened; your mother would have said the same thing." The Brigadier's face grew grim. "However, how does the Master know about you?"
Catharine froze again. The Master, why did that name sound familiar? Then she heard something, in the back of her mind. Drumming, something she had never heard before, and it wouldn't stop. Suddenly everyone in the room was looking at her and she looked down at her leg, her hand was hitting her leg in the same repeating patter. Dun, dun, dun, Dun. "I was about 10 or so…maybe younger. It was called the year that never was."
"Catharine," The Doctor forced her to look at him, "What are you talking about?"
Catharine shook her head. "I don't know; I just know there's something missing." Her eyes grew cold in their gaze while the Doctor tried to search them for answers. "I'm scared."
"Catharine, we need to know what it is that you have lost." The Brigadier said calmly while trying to comfort her at the same time. "Would you feel up to hypnosis?"
"You're kidding me right? Where I come from our minds are taught to not be influenced by that kind of crap. So it won't work. Besides I've found that over time my memories will return on their own…if ever so slowly." The last part of her statement was a whisper. The Doctor smirked while patting her on the head as if she were a child. Maybe it was nothing and she had just been exposed to the Archangel network as a child and it had stuck in her mind waiting to be reopened. That was his hope at least.
A/N: just a couple of more chapters to upload, i know i said that already but i was wrong on my counting skills.