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"Eh. Ma. Gawd. Ember, did you hear that?" Katie Koleman cupped her ear. She began giggling excitedly. "Ehmagawd, Em, that's the TARDIS!!!!" Ember jumped up excitedly, spilling her vanilla bean drink all over her jeans, but she didn't care. The Doctor was back! And if he was back… that meant that he needed their help!

The two girls eagerly waited for the TARDIS to appear… but instead of seeing the usual blue box, a red telephone booth appeared, and Jenny and Captain Jack Harkness stepped out.

"Ehmagawd, MOM!" Katie cried. "I can't believe it's you!" she began to embrace her when Jenny cocked her head slightly looking uncomfortable.

"Uhh, we haven't met you yet… I think. Jenny, you have a daughter?" Jack rubbed the back of his neck, looking confused.

"Oops," muttered Ember. "Kay, looks like you made a mistake. This Jack and Jenny haven't met us yet…" she exchanged a quick glance with Katie. "Guess we know how they met us!" she shrugged. Ember extended her hand towards Jenny and then Jack.

"Ember Ah. This is Katie Koleman. She's err, never mind. You'll figure out eventually. Anyway, we used to travel with the Doctor… but apparently that's in your future, so never mind. Gawd, all this time travel is uber-confusing." Ember stepped back so that Katie could shake their hands as well.

"What I want to know is why the Doctor picked up some giggly valley girls as companions," Jack whispered to Jenny, who smiled in reply. "Whoever their parents are must be proud."

"The Doctor is dying. We tracked one of your…" Jenny looked at both Ember and Katie when she said that. "We tracked one o your guys' Time Lord essence and came here. We have to save your dad before it's too late."

Jack nodded in agreement. "The universe needs the Doctor to survive." Ember and Katie exchanged looks.

"We're both Time Lords," Katie said.

"More, wibbly wobbly timey-wimey stuff again," Ember tried to explain. She then looked up at Jenny's red TARDIS. "How'd you make a TARDIS? Ehmagawd, can you teach me???" even as an eighteen year old; Jenny had to admit she acted somewhat like a twelve year old fan-girl. Though Jenny had to admire their charisma—her father always did pick up the odd ones.

"We can explain it on the way there," Jenny smiled. She quickly escorted the two girls into the TARDIS. "It's a looong trip. Oh, and Ember, Katie? Meet Trey and Elody."


"Donna! Can you help me with this?" Donna Smith sighed as her mother, River Song-Smith called from her bedroom. "It's our date tonight—your father and I before I leave for the library expedition! Can you help with the back lock?"

"Coming mom!" Donna shut her PearPad shut, turning off the hologram keyboard and jogged to her mom's room. Gawd, in the future you'd think at least they'd get rid of all things running. She saw her mother trying to squeeze into a black cocktail dress.

"Help," her mom wailed. Donna stifled a giggle as she walked over and tried to zip up her mom's dress.

"Why are you attempting to look like Kassanda Kardashian again?" giggled Donna.

"This was the dress I met your father in. Yes, Donna, even twenty-years later, I can fit into a—ooh! Size...! One!" her mother sucked in her breath as Donna zipped it to the very top.

"River! It's time to go!" her father, Jonathan Smith entered the walk-in-closet. He whistled at the sight of his wife.

"Oh, daddy, I love your haircut!" Donna added as she patted the top of her dad's head, his ginger, newly cut hair gelled to the side.

"Thanks love." Her father's voice sounded choked, almost forced. Donna, not known to have the best relationship with her father could tell by the thin smile on his face that something was wrong. But she didn't say anything. This was her parents' night—they deserved it after fourteen years of raising their brat.

Her father kissed her on the cheek and River waved bye to Donna. "We'll be home by ten," River sighed, staring into her father's "endless eyes".

"You kids have fun," smiled Donna as her parents left. After she heard the front door slam, she shivered to herself. When parents acted mushy, it was soo gross!

Suddenly, she heard a weird noise. It sort of sounded like a low-pitched police siren… but it sounded like it was right next to—

"Aaah!" Donna jumped back to avoid being crushed by what appeared to be a red telephone booth. With that, a blonde decked out in green army clothes and a man in a trench coat appeared. "How—what? You…" she narrowed her brown eyes at her. "That's not supposed to happen! You know the Code has prohibited time and space travel inside of homes!" she crossed her arms over her chest and looked over the strangers head-to-toe. "And who are you? Army Barbie and Flasher's R Us?"

Jack let out a laugh. "Haha, sense of humor. You must be the Doctor's daughter." He stuck out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness." He let his hand drop after several seconds without Donna shaking it.

"Jenny," smiled the blonde. "Jenny, err, Anomaly-Smith."

"Donna." Donna's voice was harsh and cold and she mentally scolded herself, and then retreated on the thought. Why shouldn't she be harsh? Some weirdos were inside of her home!

With that the blonde, err, "Jenny", looked around and asked to Jack, "Where are the others?" Uh oh. What did Barbie mean by "the others"? Were they kidnapping Donna? With that thought, Donna naturally took a step backwards.

Jack rolled his eyes. "After Trey's little 'France Scene' I locked the TARDIS door." At that exact moment, bangs and shouts were heard on the door of the TARDIS. Donna's ears perked at the spaceship's name.

"The TARDIS?" asked Donna. "My dad has one of those." She uncrossed her arms.

Jenny sighed. "Okay, Donna, listen. Your dad's in big trouble, and we have to save him."

Donna was taken aback. "What? I just saw my dad five minutes ago! He's fine."

Jenny opened her mouth to speak when Jack interjected. "One question, Donna. Is he ginger?"

Barbie rolled her eyes and said, "That's not the point. Donna, your dad in the past is in trouble. And if you don't help us now, you might not be born and your dad might not even exist anymore unless you help us. Please, Donna. We need your help. You have to trust us."

Donna thought quietly to herself. This was her dad. Maybe they were right, and maybe the fate of the universe WAS in her hands. But maybe if they wrong, she could die and be kidnapped. Was that her fate?

"Okay," Donna said. "I'm coming."


"Yeah, I don't see my dad either. I've never met him, I think. Dads… can't trust 'em, can you?" Rachel Tyler looked up in the eyes of her new best friend and crush, Luke Cooper.

"Yeah, I seriously can't stand them." Luke sipped his orange juice and looked into the warm, chocolately brown eyes. For some reason, this girl didn't totally jump on him or fall head over heels in love with him… she didn't kiss him yet and they had already been together for thirty-one minutes. With that, Luke's head began hurting and then that was followed by a "vhorup" noise repeated over and over.

With that, a red telephone booth appeared out of nowhere about ten feet away from where they were sitting. Luke looked over at Rachel, whose jaw was dropped to the ground. With that, a very attractive blonde jumped out of the telephone booth and remarked to the very attractive man next to her, "Well, you didn't crush anyone this time." The man held up his hands in defense.

"Ooh, watch it Blondie. I get it, I get it." The two looked over at Rachel and Luke.

"Oh! Hi, um, I'm Jenny. I'm your half-sister." Jenny cocked her head at how weird that sounded. "Um, you're Rachel, right?"

Rachel nodded her head. "Yeah," she replied, faintly. "Rachel Tyler." She quickly regained herself, cleared her throat and said, "And this is uh, Luke."

"I know." The man who introduced himself as Jack had a solemn, almost angry expression on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest in a defensive way.

Luke scoffed. "How do you know?"

Jack sighed and looked at Luke intensely. "Okay, this is going to sound really corny, but here it goes: Luke, I am your father."

"I don't have a father, you frickin' moron!" Luke shouted, standing up. "And I never will! Just, God dammit, why are you even here? To pick me up?"

Jenny sadly looked at Jack, understanding his facial expression. "Rachel, Luke, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But we need your help. Let us explain and please come with us."


Darkness. Pain. That was all Nico ever knew. And as he watched his mother choke on blood, his younger twin sister tending their mother beside her made him want to cry. But Nico couldn't cry. He was supposed to protect them, and here they were—rotting in a jail cell.

Sam tried to make Lucy as comfortable as possible, but Nico knew she didn't have much time left before her whole body was bloody and bruised.

Suddenly, Lucy jerked her head up, much to her own pain. "Did you hear that?" she choked. "I've heard that before… I've heard that before…"

"Mom, lie down. It's not good for you," Sam softly instructed. His sister had the biggest heart ever. Even in the dim lighting, Nico could tell that Sam was crying as a tear slid down her cheek. It was hell just watching his sister cry.

Lucy pushed her daughter's hand away—something she had never done before. "Can't you hear it, Nico?" she turned to her son. "Can't you hear it? The sleigh bells of an angel?"

At first Nico thought she was referring to Santa Clause, which Sam and Nico had heard stories from the few kind nursemaids, but then he heard the noise too. And right in front them appeared a red telephone booth. A blonde in army green and a man in a trench coat stepped out—two of the few faces Nico had seen before in his life.

The two were shocked at the condition Nico and his family was living in. Nico looked over at his sister and mother—his sister, her jaw dropped to the ground and his mother, green eyes filled with joy.

"You came," croaked Lucy. She opened her mouth to continue talking but coughed blood instead.

"We're here to get you out of here--," Jack was interrupted by the warning bells going off. "Crap, they know we're here!" with that, the TARDIS began to defabricate.

"No, they're messing with it! We can't be in here! Uhh… take this!" Jenny threw what looked like a key to Nico, and ran into the spacecraft with Jack and then disappeared.

"Use it," Lucy demanded. Nico pressed the key into the lock and the door slid open. The TARDIS reappeared on the other side of the hall, but Nico could still see it. Jenny and Jack were outside and waving at them, urging them to run to them. Nico had no choice—he had to trust these strangers or else his mother and sister would be dead.

"C'mon, Sam, we gotta go!" Nico helped his sister up and wrapped their only blanket around their mother. "C'mon, mom! Get up! This is our last chance!" Lucy tried, but could not get onto her feet.

"She can't get up!" Sam pointed out.

"Please, mom!" Nico shouted, eyes welling with tears. This was their last chance… their only moment. They had to escape, they just had to. If they didn't, the guards would give them a beating for sure. "C'mon, mom, please get up!" Nico's voice was slightly hysterical as he pushed his tears away.

"Go on… without me," sputtered Lucy. The sirens were still ringing, and Nico could hear Jack's voice yelling at him. The barks of dogs and guards came closer, and Nico knew it was now or never.

"C'mon Sam, we gotta leave her." Nico grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her out of the cell.

"No! Mom!" wailed Sam. Nico turned his head and saw the guards and dogs running down from the east hallway. They barely had enough time to make it to Jenny and Jack.

"Sam, now!" with his final strength in his arm, Nico pulled his sister down the hall, fighting back tears. Nico didn't dare turn around and see his mother crying there on the ground, her last chance at escaping gone.

Nico could see that Jenny and Jack were ten yards away. The howling of the dogs and screams of the guards ordering them to stop sounded like they were right in his ear.

"Ah!" Nico felt his arm drop and looked down. Sam was lying on the ground, a bullet lay in her stomach. Blood dripped on Nico's arm and he looked in her eyes.

"Sam! Nooo!" he cried. Before he knew it, he felt strong arms grasp him from both sides and pulled him away from his dying sister. He saw her cough up blood, her thin brown hair stringy and in front of her face, shielding her pained eyes from her brother—Nico knew she had did that so he would keep on going… one of them had to be alive, and Sam knew it wasn't going to be her.

Nico stared as the red door closed in front of him, he sitting on cold, metal floor. The TARDIS, as some people referred to it, began shaking back and forth but Nico didn't notice. He noticed nothing. All he saw was his mother's pained eyes as she took one last look at her son and daughter. Sam's eyes, as they were hidden behind her bangs, filled with grief and agony, but urged Nico to go on.

The pain in those eyes was all these peoples' faults. The people that had supposedly "saved him". He heard them whispering behind him. He was still an outcast. Nico reopened his eyes to see that he was staring at the door that separated him and his family. He remembered those eyes. Those eyes were going to be what urged him to keep fighting for revenge—for revenge on his family. His sister and mother would not die in vain. His "rescuers", his "salvation", were going down.


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