A/N I am SO SORRY! I really did mean to update, I promise! It's been ages, hasn't it... :( I will work on being quicker next time.

On the other hand...

*Squeals and giggles and jumps up and down* More than 30 reviews! I am ridiculously

Also, I'm not sure if the Doctor is too OOC in this chapter. I'm sorry if he is. I get in poetic moods sometimes.

There's a difference between being well behaved and patient.

In general, Jack actually did consider himself well behaved...mostly. There was nothing wrong with doing stupid things every now and then to get a rise out of people, or something daring to stave off his perpetual boredom. However, Jack had much more self control than most people, especially his sister, and so he didn't have to do those sorts of things to keep himself entertained.

This was why, while Livvy felt the need to engage in sneaking around and eavesdropping, Jack was perfectly content to approach the subject of espionage in a much more...well, subtle way.

The next day, during Professor Song's class, Jack was sure to borrow a book from his teacher, promising to return it later. It was an impressively heavy looking book on archaeology, a subject didn't particularly interest him, but he wasn't looking for bed time reading. Instead, he spent his free time skimming the book in case Professor Song decided to ask questions about it. It really was quite dull, and silly when all was said and done. What was the whole point of being an archaeologist anyway? They seemed to go and dig useless shards of something or other and have a great big guess as to what they were. Why bother? They'd never actually know if they guessed right, and chances were that they weren't.

The wasted afternoon, Jack hoped, would be worth it though if he could spend the evening gaining something worthwhile.

DW

After the previous night's revelations, Livvy decided that it was a good idea to keep an eye on Amanda Jonas. (Pond? She wasn't sure now.) Which was why she was particularly annoyed when Livvy was pulled out of the line to get into the dining hall. The words, "Hey, stop it! Can't you see I'm in line, you idiot!" were out of her mouth before she saw who it was who had so ungracefully removed her from the queue.

To her chargrin and dismay, the mysterious person she had insulted turned out to be Professor Smith, who looked somewhat outraged and mildly amused.

"I'm sure that because of your amazing intellect, darling, all of us common folk must seem like idiots to you, and I understand that you feel the need to hide behind cruel accusations so that people won't bother you, but I don't believe that I or any of the other Professors here appreciate being so aptly described." he said.

Against her will, Livvy felt her face reddening. She was truly embarrassed. However, she couldn't very well take it back now, at least not without looking stupid herself. So instead, she smiled up at him.

"Even idiots in positions of power need to hear how stupid they really are sometimes. Now, what do you want? I take it you're not trying to get my position in line."

DW

The Doctor glanced around at the heads that had turned to watch this little exchange before looking back at Livvy, who scowled in annoyance.

"Shall we walk, Miss Olivia?"

Olivia followed him, and for a minute or so they did just walk, until they were out of earshot, when the she stopped him and glared.

"Don't call me Olivia." she said, though the Doctor saw not anger or annoyance in her gaze, but pain, and almost a strange sort of longing.

Of course, he thought, for the first time feeling a bit of empathy for this smartmouthed child. Of course she would dislike being called by her birth name. She was abandoned by her parents as a baby, and that name is the only thing they left her with. She tells herself that she feels resentment, even hatred, and severs the one tie to them she has left. That's what she thinks she thinks at least. But that longing in her eyes, that why she doesn't like it. Because against her will, she is wistful for those parents she never knew, those parents never there for her. And she's too stubborn to admit that those are her true feelings, and too ashamed of them to realize that they are completely normal, and in a way, they are what makes her human.

The Doctor wanted in that moment to embrace Olivia, to hold her and promise her that he understood, and that he would somehow find a way to be there for her. Wanted it enough that it practically took his breath away, the intensity of the feeling. He wasn't sure what it was about Olivia that caused this, maybe it was because he was able to understand her situation, brilliant yet so lonely, so adeptly, or maybe it was because she reminded him so much of River. However, he knew that she didn't want pity at this particular moment and even if she had, she wouldn't have wanted it from him. Instead, he questioned her response.

"Why? It is the name your parents gave you, is it not?"

He felt cruel to say it, as he saw her face harden. He wondered if, in that pause before he had spoken, she had wondered if maybe he got it, maybe somebody understood her. Or maybe she hoped he might actually respect her wishes. Either way, he had crushed that hope.

"It's a stupid name." she said shortly.

"Nonsense, it's lovely. A very decent name. It suits you."

This only seemed to anger the girl more. She was fun to goad, even if he was being a tiny bit dense and cowardly, hiding behind cutting remarks as much as she was.

"Call me Olivia, and I'll call you Doctor." she spat. The Doctor didn't even pretend to be surprised. If she really had been digging around his files, no doubt she had found the title somewhere.

"Fine, Olivia." he said, with a hint of a smile.

Olivia seemed to concede to having lost this round of banter.

"Doctor, you still haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"Why did you pull me out of line?"

The Doctor looked severely at her, trying to look stern.

"Just to point out that curfew starts at 11 pm. I would have expected you to know this, since I would have thought you'd know everything about this place already. I suppose I can forgive you ignorance though."

Olivia was clearly offended that she had been mentioned in the same sentence as the word 'ignorance.'

"I know all the rules. It doesn't mean I have to follow them."

So Olivia as good as admitted she was out of bed after curfew the night before. Apparently she had been thier little visitor after all. How nice of her to confirm it.

"Alright." he said. "Thank you. You can go now."

And he walked away from her down the hall towards dinner without another word.