A.N. Margie-Me pointed out a few errors, so this is just a repost with me correcting those! They aren't plot things, just little details so if you've already read the chapter you're good! Sorry to get your hopes up! But I am currently working on the next chapter! :)

Chapter 10: Human Nature

A week and a half passed. With each day, the number of the young boys who listened to Freya read grew until every boy under the age of fifteen was sitting in the musty library alongside her, listening aptly to her words.

Soon, the guests and extra maids would leave the school. Freya dreaded thinking of that. Despite what the Headmaster and Matron had said to Mr. Smith, every morning she woke up to her head in his lap on the couch, despite him having fallen asleep in his bed and her on the couch.

Still, she was getting sleep. The first few hours each night when she was alone, she knew she wasn't sleeping. But once Mr. Smith joined her, she could sleep again.

She knew though that as soon as some beds freed up, she'd be given her own bed away from Mr. Smith. And she knew sleep would evade her as soon as that happened.

These thoughts were running through her mind as she walked around the grounds, slowly and carefully hoping to get some fresh air. She was about to turn a corner when sniffles caught her ear. She turned and followed the sound, stopping to see Ezekiel huddled under a bench, arms wrapped around his knees and head down, tears soaking his pants. Freya used the bench to help herself sit down next to it before slowly fitting herself under the bench next to the boy.

It was extremely cramped, but she had a feeling Ezekiel needed all the comfort he could get. And if that meant a moment or two of discomfort for her, so be it.

He seemed to notice her about the time she slid her own legs under the bench. She practically trapped him under there, and she was almost laying down to fit under it. How he fit under, she wasn't sure. It wasn't THAT high of a bench.

"What are you doing?" Ezekiel asked, sniffling.

"You were under here, so I thought it couldn't be that bad. What's up?" she asked, wincing internally. She doubted "what's up" was a term used in 1913.

"Nothing," Ezekiel responded, as if he heard that phrase every day.

"Those tears don't look like nothing," Freya pointed out, wiping one of his tears away as she did.

"They want me to shoot a gun," Ezekiel said.

"Who does?" Freya asked sharply.

"The teachers. They make us all shoot a gun and learn how to load it. But I don't wanna. I don't wanna shoot a gun," Ezekiel sobbed.

"And you shouldn't have to," Freya agreed.

"But they said I have to. And when I refused, they let the older kids beat me," Ezekiel said with a sob. Freya maneuvered herself so that her feet were sticking out and she was slouching next to Ezekiel rather than all the way under the bench. Once she had shifted, she wrapped her arms around the boy. Bad Wolf kicked at the motion – he didn't like her shift in positions, she supposed.

"You should not have to fight if you don't want to," Freya told him.

"But they think I have to. Because of the war," Ezekiel said.

"Not everyone has to fight in the war. Now, why don't we climb out from under this bench so we can talk properly?" Freya asked. Ezekiel nodded and sniffled before climbing out. Once he was out, he helped pull Freya out and helped her up onto the bench. The two of them sat on the bench in silence for a few minutes as Ezekiel sniffled and rubbed his nose.

"How's the reading coming? Have you tried physics again yet?" Freya asked him.

"I did. I still don't understand it," Ezekiel complained quietly.

"It'll come to you. No one can expect you to know physics so early. I still don't understand physics," Freya admitted to him, as if she were telling him a great secret. This got a giggle from him.

"But you know everything," he protested.

"No. I know very little. The day I knew everything would be the day I got bored with life," Freya told him. Ezekiel stared at her in awe at the words.

"Really?" he asked. Freya nodded.

"Really. You don't need to rush learning. Everything will come in its own time," Freya reassured him. She wrapped an arm around him, only for Bad Wolf to kick once more.

"Why is she kicking so much?" Ezekiel asked.

"It's not a she. It's a he. And I don't know," Freya said before freezing.

"Why did you think it was a she?" Freya asked, staring at the boy carefully. Rory had assumed the baby was a she also, but she knew for a fact Bad Wolf was a boy. She had met Bad Wolf already, and her daughter who was after Bad Wolf.

"But it has to be a she," Ezekiel said in confusion, pressing his hand against her stomach. Bad Wolf kicked directly under his hand, causing Ezekiel to jerk back. Freya grabbed his wrist gently, holding him in place. He looked like he was about to run.

"I said what's up, and you responded. That phrase shouldn't be around right now. You shouldn't have known how to answer it. And then you mentioned the war. The war hasn't happened yet. No one knows about the war," Freya said slowly. Ezekiel's eyes went wider with each word that left Freya's mouth.

"And you know the future me, when I'm pregnant with the girl. You're a time traveler too," Freya said. Ezekiel's eyes were conflicted, confused.

"But I thought I wasn't supposed to meet me," Ezekiel murmured, under his breath.

"Ezekiel….are you Bad Wolf?" Freya asked him. Ezekiel stared up at her, emotions flittering across his face so fast Freya couldn't keep up with them.

"I don't understand. Lena dropped me off here. She said I'd be safe and I wouldn't meet anyone," Ezekiel said.

"I don't know who Lena is, but…how long have you been here?" Freya asked worriedly. Ezekiel glanced the other way for a moment, mumbling something under his breath.

"How long?" Freya persisted.

"I was left at Torchwood five years ago. Maybel sent me here this year," Ezekiel finally admitted.

"Five years? Who's Maybel?" Freya asked.

"Lady Isobel's daughter. My great-great-great-great-lots of times great grandmother," Ezekiel said.

"And your name is really Ezekiel?" Freya asked. Ezekiel himself looked confused at her words.

"Of course I am. Bad Wolf's just a title," Ezekiel said with a grin.

"But if Bad Wolf is only a title, why do I call you Bad Wolf every time I meet you?" Freya asked. Ezekiel scrunched up his nose, as if he were thinking.

"I think Dad said I could go by my name until I regenerated for the first time. Then he said I needed to go by my title. I don't know why," Bad Wolf said with a frown.

"I don't understand why you're not with us. Future us, your parents. Why are you just stranded in the past?" Freya wondered aloud.

"Lena took me. She does that sometimes," Ezekiel said as he scrunched up his nose.

"Ezekiel…I know I'm not supposed to know about the future…but this Lena girl. Did she hurt you? Did she kidnap you?" Freya asked worriedly.

"You can call me Ezek. I like Ezek better, but Lena told me Ezek was too weird of a name for 1913. Lena doesn't hurt me. I don't know what to tell you about Lena. You're not worried about her. Future you, anyway," Ezek said with a shrug.

"Well, I am worried right now. As soon as we get everything here figured out, we'll take you home," Freya promised.

"What is home?" Ezek asked curiously.

"The TARDIS is home," Freya told him instantly.

"I don't remember the TARDIS. Not really. I haven't been on the TARDIS since I was little," Ezek said sadly.

"We'll have to change that. I'm not sure where she is now, but Martha ought to know," Freya told him, standing up.

They had only made it around the corner before they ran into Martha.

"We were just coming to look for you," Freya told her.

"I was given the afternoon off. I told Mr. Smith I would accompany you to pick up some more things you needed," Martha said. She kept glancing at Ezek.

"Actually, is there any way you can take us to the TARDIS?" Freya asked. Martha gaped at her for a moment before glancing at the boy.

"Martha, you've met Ezekiel, haven't you? He likes Ezek. But in the future, he goes by Bad Wolf," Freya said. Ezek gave her a small grin.

"You're kidding me," Martha said.

"No. Actually, I'm sort of worried about this then. The Doctor made himself human to keep from being found. Ezek's a Time Lord. There's two of him here right now. Won't that make us easy to find?" Freya asked.

"I don't think so. I think they caught the Doctor's scent, so they followed him and him alone. Still, maybe the TARDIS will have something to help us out," Martha said with a sigh before leading them away.

It was quite the long walk. Freya was almost regretting asking to come, but she had missed the TARDIS.

"If you're Bad Wolf, what are you doing here?" Martha asked as she unlocked a barn.

"I was left here five years ago. It happens," Ezek said with a shrug.

"You were just abandoned in the past?" Martha asked in disbelief, sending a glare to Freya. The door to the barn opened and Ezek pushed his way inside excitedly. He ran right up to the TARDIS, placing a hand on the door fondly.

Martha made her way up to the TARDIS and unlocked the door. Ezek, before Martha could open the door, pulled it towards him.

And it opened.

"But the doors are supposed to open by being pushed!" Martha said, eyes wide.

"Nah. She doesn't like it when you push her doors open. That's why the sign says pull," Ezek said before running inside. Freya followed him, as did Martha. For a moment Ezek just spun around, staring at the console room in happiness before he took off running. He stopped in the doorway.

"Can I explore, Mum?" Ezek asked.

"Go right ahead," Freya told him. Ezek's wide grin shot back at her as he took off running.

"Why did you come here?" Martha asked her the moment Ezek was out of the room.

"Excuse me?" Freya asked, confused. She turned to see Martha glaring at her, hands on her hips.

"We were doing just fine before you got here. Now we have to deal with the risk of them finding us because you arrived suddenly. And you're just confusing everything and making it all difficult," Martha said.

"I'm sorry. I was trying to find a way back to my husband," Freya said.

"We had fun without you, you know. It was great. We went to a party in our time and on a ship that was crashing into a sun. We had fun. And we didn't need you," Martha spat.

"Why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you?" Freya asked.

"I am never good enough. That's what," Martha shot back.

"Not good enough?" Freya asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. All I ever hear is Freya this and Freya that. As if you're perfect. And you're not. You're not smarter than me. You're not prettier than me. You're just lucky. That's it," Martha said angrily.

The degree of anger in Martha's voice genuinely shocked Freya. She knew Martha was mad at her but she had no idea Martha was that mad at her. And Freya couldn't think of what she had done wrong. What had she done to cause that much anger?

Whatever it was, they couldn't be fighting. Not with everything that was going on. They needed to figure this out, and they needed to do it now. Preferably before Ezek returned. Freya settled herself down in the captain chair before glancing back at Martha.

"I'm not smarter than you. I'm not prettier than you. And I guess I am lucky. We got along just fine before you met the Doctor. And you like him. That's what I gather. You like him and are upset he likes me rather than you," Freya tried figuring out.

"He should like me," Martha insisted.

"But he doesn't," Freya finished for her. Martha didn't look any calmer at the statement.

"Even when you weren't there, all I kept hearing was about how he was wondering where you were, how soon we could get back to you," Martha said.

"Do you want to know where I was? I was with his older self. His older self kidnapped me because I was dead in his time," Freya said.

"So you weren't even alone the whole time," Martha accused.

"No. I wasn't. Instead, I was being kidnapped and pawned around and almost had a miscarriage," Freya said.

"Obviously you didn't if the kid is here," Martha said, rolling her eyes.

"Martha, time can be rewritten. Just because Ezek is here now doesn't mean he survives. He could still die," Freya pointed out.

"As if the Doctor would let that happen. You're his perfect little family," Martha said.

"The Doctor can't do anything for us right now. Martha, you're the only one who can help us right now. You. Because, despite whatever the Doctor's been making you feel, you're important. You're priceless to us. You are the only thing that stands between us and death. Not just me and Ezek, but the Doctor as well. You. He trusted you with all of that. What does that say?" Freya asked.

"That you weren't around," Martha said, her anger fading into bitterness.

"He could have tried to find me before settling here, in hiding. He didn't. Because he trusted you. He knew that you could keep him safe. He trusts you with his life, Martha. And not because he loves you. Because he thinks of you as a friend," Freya tried explaining.

"He sure doesn't act like it," Martha pointed out.

"He's clueless. He's an alien," Freya supplied. This got a small smile out of Martha before she hid it.

"He tried to take me home. Just dropped me off at my house and all but told me I wasn't good enough," Martha said.

"He didn't succeed," Freya said. If he had, she wouldn't be here.

"No. Because we found another adventure," Martha said.

"That's how the Doctor operates," Freya nodded in agreement.

"You told me once that I would meet a guy. A guy who would appreciate me. When?" Martha asked.

"I don't know. I know that in the future, you're married. Happily married. To a guy who deserves you, a guy you deserve. It's rather ironic, too. I'll explain it to you one day after you marry him. He's one of the people the Doctor was always underestimating, and he turned out to be amazing. Just like you. The Doctor always underestimates you. But you are amazing, and you'll turn out so much grander than he could ever imagine," Freya said.

"You think?" Martha asked hesitantly.

"I know," Freya reassured her. Martha's shoulders dropped at her words.

"I've been a right bitch, haven't I?" Martha asked.

"No. You've been confused and hurt. There's a difference," Freya said.

"I guess," Martha said, glancing at the ground.

"We'd bettered go find Ezek before he manages to cause trouble. He is his father's son," Freya said, standing up slowly.

"You haven't been moving very fast recently," Martha observed.

"No. I can't. He's been kicking a lot. Ready to come out, I think. The Doctor guessed – well, as Mr. Smith – that I had about three months left. I doubt I'd be able to hold out for one more month," Freya admitted.

"I hope you can. We have to stay here for two more months. I don't think you want to give birth in 1913 without your husband," Martha pointed out.

"No. I really don't. I'm scared of the thought," Freya admitted.

"Maybe the TARDIS has something to help slow you down a bit. Help you to hold out until we can get back, or at least until the Doctor is able to be there for you," Martha said.

"I don't know. Mr. Smith is very caring too. At times, I don't think he even realizes why he acts like he does, but there are times when he seems to want nothing more than to see me safe and well. The sleeping thing, for instance," Freya said.

"That's going to get both of you in trouble. The maids all talk. Mr. Smith seemed especially scatterbrained lately. Jenny – one of the maids – said the Headmaster told him that as soon as the conference ended, you would be given a private room. Don't know where we're getting one of those though," Martha said bitterly.

"I don't need a private room. I'm…well, the nightmares are far worse when I'm in a room alone," Freya admitted, one hand grabbing her other arm in an attempt to closer herself off.

"We should hurry up and check you out with the TARDIS equipment before we head back. And maybe grab a few things from the wardrobe for you to pretend we actually did go to town," Martha suggested.

"That'd be nice, yeah," Freya agreed.

"What'll be nice is to be able to use equipment again without someone staring down at me and acting like I'm an imbecile," Martha muttered.

"I'm sorry," Freya apologized as they entered the medbay. Martha shrugged her off as Freya managed to climb onto one of the beds. The effort to do so was exhausting and Freya had no qualms with lying back as soon as she made it on the table.

About that time, Ezek came running in the room, a cape on his shoulders.

"Mom! Look what I found!" he said excitedly before stopping.

"Are you okay? Why are you on a table?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. Just getting looked at. Making sure mini-you is okay. Wanna come sit with me?" Freya asked him. Ezek still stared dubiously at the machines Martha was powering up but wasted no time in dashing over to her, climbing up onto the bed next to her despite the lack of room.

"Right. Oh. That's not good," Martha murmured as she scanned Freya.

"What's not good?" Freya asked immediately.

"Nothing. Well, something. Our estimations. Mr. Smith's estimations. There is no way you'll make it two months. You'll be doing good to make it two weeks. Baby's full developed. It looks like it could be any day now. We've got to be really careful," Martha said, her voice filling with worry.

"I don't want to have a baby in 1913," Freya said, her voice small.

"I don't want to help deliver a baby in 1913. But we're going to have problems. If you do make it a month, let alone two, you won't be able to give birth naturally. He'll be too big. And if he comes in between a month and two months, while we are still there, we won't have the equipment for a c-section," Martha said.

"Then what are we going to do?" Freya asked.

"We're going to hope for the best. If you haven't given birth in one month, we're coming to the TARDIS and we'll induce you here. I don't…I don't know how to work all the equipment, but if we control it and do it here hopefully you'll be fine," Martha said, but even she didn't sound overly sure of herself.

"Can't we just take the TARDIS to a point when Daddy isn't human and have him help then?" Ezek asked, glancing between Freya and Martha in confusion.

"If we leave, they will be able to follow us. We don't want that," Martha said.

"What should I look out for? Will I know when everything starts happening?" Freya asked.

"With the baby?" Martha asked.

"Yeah."

"Your water will break. It'll probably feel like you wet yourself. And you'll get cramps," Martha supplied.

"We should probably get back soon. I think I'm missing Mr. Smith's class," Ezek piped up.

"That's not good," Freya said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Martha helped her up carefully.

"Did you get to explore the TARDIS?" Freya asked.

"Yeah. There was a bag with your name on it in the wardrobe room, so I brought it. Can I keep the cape?" Ezek asked, eyes wide.

"Not in this time period," Freya told him, ruffling his hair slightly. He seemed to wilt at her words.

"Tell ya what. As soon as this is all fixed up, you can keep the cape and we'll return you to the right time," Freya promised him.

"Really?" Ezek asked, his expression hopeful yet guarded at the same time.

"Of course. Lena, whoever she is, had no right to take you from us. We will make sure things are set right," Freya promised.

The group of them made their way back to the school, moving much slower than they had to get to the TARDIS in light of the news on Freya. When they got to the school, it was supper time.

Ezek, who had been carrying the bag for Freya, immediately hid himself behind the two women as they entered the school and approached Mr. Smith's room.

"He probably won't be in his room. You'll be fine," Martha tried telling the boy.

Freya wasn't going to lie to him. She knew Mr. Smith was always in his room right before supper.

Sure enough, when they entered the room, Mr. Smith's eyes landed directly on Ezek.

"You skipped my class today. O'Leary," Mr. Smith said.

"O'Leary?" Freya asked quietly. Ezek glanced at her and gave her a quick smile before it melted off his face, staring straight at the ground.

"It's my fault, sir," Freya said, stepping in front of Ezek. Mr. Smith seemed to falter at her calling him sir. She hadn't called him sir since her first day there. Her mind flashed as she tried to figure out exactly what to say. She had an idea, but she needed motive. She needed a reason for needing Ezek's help.

"I remembered something else today. I saw Ezek crying by the bench – sorry, I probably shouldn't have told him you were crying – and it reminded me of my childhood. Ezek and I grew up together. He's my….oh, cousin? I think cousin. I always thought of him as a brother, growing up. We were raised together," Freya said.

"Cousin?" Mr. Smith asked, eyebrows rising.

"Yes. And when Martha said we had to go pick up a few more things, I asked him to come along to carry the bag back for us. I was hoping to remember some more things. I didn't even think of him having classes," Freya said, lowering her eyes.

"Hold on a minute. O'Leary, if this is true, why didn't you say anything earlier? You could have saved us a lot of grief," Mr. Smith said, directing his attention back to Ezek. Ezek moved slightly so he was standing next to Freya rather than behind her. He was still holding the bag tightly, using it more as a shield than anything else.

And he didn't seem to recognize Mr. Smith.

So the Doctor really did have a different face from the time Ezek was taken.

"I was scared. My mom said she was sending someone to come get me, bring me home, but I didn't want to tell anyone. And when she got here and didn't remember me, I…I wanted her to remember me," Ezek lied, mumbling his words to the ground.

In a way, Freya was certain his words were true. And it hurt her to know that. He just wanted his mother to recognize him, and no matter what Freya was always failing at that.

"I got a letter back from the Torchwood Estate today confirming that you are a MacLeish. They said you were welcome to return as soon as you were able," Mr. Smith said, but his words seemed more forced than anything.

"I can't return now. I don't think I'd be able to travel before I give birth," Freya said regretfully.

"No. I daresay you wouldn't be able to," Mr. Smith said, almost perking up at her words.

As if he were glad she'd be stuck there with him a bit longer.

Was he glad?

Freya wasn't overly sure, but he seemed to be.

"Martha, you're dismissed," Mr. Smith said, waving Martha off. Martha's expression flashed to frustration for a moment before she nodded and curtsied before taking off.

"You don't plan on staying here, though," Mr. Smith said.

"I…I don't know," Freya said, unsure. Mr. Smith was getting at something, and Freya was uncertain as to what it was.

"Ezek, why don't you put my bag down by the couch and head off to supper? Make sure to apologize to your teachers and tell them where you really were," Freya told him. Ezek sat the bag down and nodded before wrapping his arms tightly around her. Bad Wolf kicked at the feeling.

It must have been a Time Lord thing. Like he could sense that they were close and knew if they touched that would be a paradox.

And then, just like that, Ezek took off running out of the room.

"Again, I am so sorry for having him miss class," Freya said, but Mr. Smith shook his head. He seemed to be contemplating something.

"Miss MacLeish, it is acceptable. I do have a question for you," Mr. Smith said, looking a bit nervous.

"Yes?" she asked.

"How old are you?" he asked. Freya was taken aback by the question; in all actuality, she was not sure how to answer it.

"Twenty-three," Freya guessed. Mr. Smith seemed to relax at her answer.

"I see. So you're an adult, most certainly. Good," Mr. Smith said before turning to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled something out before turning to face Freya, a serious look on his face.

"I have come up with a solution for your sleeping problems," Mr. Smith began. Freya stared at him, not quite understanding what he was saying.

"I know I haven't known you for very long, but given the circumstances, I feel like I can help you. In many ways. You need someone to take care of you. I can do that. Miss MacLeish, would you do me the honor of marrying me?" Mr. Smith asked her as he went down on one knee. Freya's eyes widened at his actions.

He hadn't ever really proposed to her as the Doctor.

Granted, when it came to proposals, that was a poor one. He wanted to marry her out of necessity. Sounded achingly familiar. Would he ever have married her just because he wanted to?

"I'm confused," Freya admitted. Mr. Smith's nervousness seemed to increase.

"It would be beneficial for you. I have an established position as a teacher here. I already discussed this with the Headmaster. You can remain in my room if we are married. And we can even sleep together in the bed. You won't have to have nightmares," Mr. Smith said.

"What about my baby? It's not yours. What do you expect me to do with my baby?" Freya asked, wrapping her arms around her stomach. If it was the Doctor, she wouldn't have had to ask, but she had a feeling that in this time period it was frowned upon to keep a bastard child. And that was what they would classify Bad Wolf as. A bastard child.

Even if Freya wasn't going to be here that long, she wasn't about to make any decision that would hurt her child.

"You will keep the baby. Of course. I will raise it as if it were my own," Mr. Smith said earnestly. Freya stared down at him, where his nervousness seemed to be growing.

"You've only known me for weeks. And you want to marry me?" Freya asked for clarity.

"Yes!" Mr. Smith exclaimed.

"If I said yes, won't we still have to sleep in separate rooms until the wedding?" Freya asked, biting her lip. Mr. Smith stood, shaking his head as he captured her hands in between his own.

"No. If you say yes, we will head down to the chapel now and be married. The Headmaster spoke with the priest already and he agreed to come. If you don't want to, I can send him home though. I already worked it out. It's up to you," Mr. Smith said.

"Wow. That is…sudden," Freya said.

"I know it's a lot, but I want what's best for you," Mr. Smith told her.

"You've…you've thought this out," Freya said quietly. Mr. Smith nodded solemnly, still gripping her hands firmly.

"Ever since you had that first nightmare, I've been trying to come up with a solution. I know it won't be easy for you, what with you having been attacked, but we can work through that," Mr. Smith told her, his brown eyes staring deep into her own eyes. It was almost too much, the intensity.

"I-I don't even have all of my memories," Freya tried. Mr. Smith's eyes seemed to lose some of their hope with her words.

"No. You don't. But that doesn't matter to me," Mr. Smith said.

"Okay," Freya said. She couldn't get rid of the feeling of betrayal though. Like she was betraying the Doctor by agreeing to this.

But he was the Doctor. Right?

It confused Freya so much.

"Okay?" Mr. Smith asked, eyes widening hopefully.

"Yes," Freya managed out. Mr. Smith's eyes filled with happiness as he lifted her and spun her around before pulling her close to him.

"That's fantastic!" Mr. Smith said. The familiar word made Freya's heart ache but she offered him a smile when he sat her back down and pulled back.

"Come on! Not a moment to spare," he said, pulling her towards the door.

Freya winced at the movement, feeling a cramp spike through her.

"Slow down a bit, please," Freya begged. Mr. Smith stopped in his tracks, eyes going wide.

"Is it the baby? Are you having the baby now?" Mr. Smith asked in horror. Freya shook her head as the pain passed.

"No. But…I need slower. I can't more very fast. I think it's gonna be soon," Freya admitted.

Mr. Smith moved very slowly with her, meeting Matron at the bottom of the stairs.

"She said yes. Will you accompany us to the chapel?" Mr. Smith asked Matron.

"No wedding dress?" Matron asked.

"We just want to get it over with," Mr. Smith said.

"You do, maybe, but surely she doesn't," Matron pointed out.

"It's okay, Matron. It's not like I could wear a white dress anyway," Freya said, adding a self-deprecating laugh to her words. Matron's eyes lowered.

"Right. Let's get going," Mr. Smith said, drawing the attention away from the situation.

"Sir? Sir, where are you going?" Martha's voice called out just as they were about to leave the main area Freya turned around to see Martha staring in confusion and worry.

Ezek was also there, watching with wide eyes.

"Martha, it is none of your concern," Mr. Smith said sharply. Freya glanced at Ezek, wishing she had a way to communicate with him. His eyes met hers and he seemed to be waiting for something.

"Is something wrong, Ezek? One of the boys needing Matron?" Freya asked. Ezek's eyes widened and he nodded quickly.

"Luke doesn't feel too good," Ezek lied.

"Is it an emergency?" Matron asked impatiently.

"I wouldn't want you to neglect the students for us. Go. If we need a witness, Martha could come," Freya suggested quietly.

"I suppose," Mr. Smith hedged, nodding to Matron. Matron took off. Ezek did not.

"Where are you going?" Ezek asked, eyes wide.

"O'Leary, I'm certain I sent you to supper," Mr. Smith said.

"I just worry about my cousin," Ezek said, staring at Freya. Mr. Smith sighed and glanced at Freya.

"I'm sure he won't get in the way," Freya supplied.

"Fine. Hurry along, boy," Mr. Smith ordered. Ezek was at their side in an instant, as was Martha. Both looked confused but neither dared say anything.

Mr. Smith led them to the school's chapel, where Martha's eyes went wide.

"You're getting married?" Martha asked in disbelief.

"Not that it is any of your business, Martha, but yes. We are," Mr. Smith said coldly. Ezek slipped his hand inside of Freya's.

Mr. Smith left them in the hallway outside as he entered the room to talk to the priest privately.

"Married?" Martha asked.

"He asked. As a way to keep me sleeping properly," Freya murmured back to her.

"So he wants to marry a girl he's known a few weeks out of necessity?" Martha asked.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Freya said, the sadness creeping into her voice.

"How many times have the two of you got married?" Martha asked, her voice a faint whisper.

"Once, legally. We pretended a few times before that though. Usually to keep him from getting jailed when we arrived back in tatters after I'd been missing for weeks," Freya admitted.

"Blimey," Martha said.

"Life with the Doctor isn't always the easiest life, but I can't see myself with anything else anymore," Freya admitted.

Mr. Smith came back out and waved the lot of them into the room. The priest was standing at the front of the room, reading a document. He glanced up at them and nodded slowly.

"Ah. Miss MacLeish, Mr. Smith was just informing me of your current predicament. I can't say I'm comfortable with the conditions," the priest said. Freya stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"However, if you are both happy with the agreement, I do not have a problem with it," the priest said.

The ceremony went well. It was very basic, just as their first had been. They signed the document at the end, even though the priest frowned at Martha being the witness.

After, the group of them made it back to the main area of the school where Mr. Smith sent Martha away with orders that she was to sleep in the maid's quarters once more. Freya sent Ezek away with a kiss on the cheek when Mr. Smith wasn't looking.

It was then that Mr. Smith seemed to be unsure as to what to do. He stared at her for a moment, as if trying to work up the nerve to say something. It felt weird to Freya, having a different ring on her finger – her other was now around her neck on a simple chain.

It was worse when she really thought about it. Because this man was not the Doctor. He really and truly wasn't. Freya could see aspects of the Doctor in him, but he was not the same.

She was just thankful she would be doing nothing more than sharing a bed with the man for sleeping purposes only. She didn't know if she could handle the guilt if she did otherwise. Even if he was supposed to be the same person.

It was odd to Freya. When she met the other regenerations of the Doctor, she had no problem sharing a kiss or two with them or sleeping the night in their bed, but with Mr. Smith, it was so different. He was the Doctor, but he wasn't. What made him him was locked up.

"Why don't you rest for awhile? I'll go get us some food," Mr. Smith finally said before scurrying out of the room. Freya was grateful for the silence.

He was back before she even realized it, a tray in his arms. He settled himself down next to Freya and started eating food from one of the plates.

"Thank you," Freya said quietly. Mr. Smith nodded and not another word was said.

That night was just as quiet as the evening. Only this time, Freya hesitantly changed into her nightclothes in the corner of the room rather than leaving the room. Mr. Smith seemed to have the same idea and the two of them slipped into the bed.

Despite her discomforts, Freya was asleep in minutes.

This chapter may have felt a bit awkward with Freya's feelings, but give her a break. It is confusing, and her body is coursing with hormones. One more chapter left of this arc! The Family of Blood is next! Given the circumstances (Freya and the time baby inside of her, and Ezek the time lord himself in the area), it won't take near as long for the Family of Blood to scout them out as it had in the real thing. That's part of the reason there is only going to be one more chapter here as opposed to two. I hope everyone has liked this section. I wanted something entirely different.

Also, now you realize why Martha's been so rude. Since this has followed Freya most of the time, you haven't got to see how the Doctor is when it's just him and Martha. Also, Ezek! Did you see that coming? Probably not. ;) I know the wedding was rushed there, but I wanted to get you a chapter. I felt bad about making you all wait.

Please leave a review with your thoughts! I got considerably less reviews less chapter and I'm a bit concerned that I've scared some people off.

Stick with me! Another chapter to come hopefully next week!

Andi