Chapter Sixteen

"What fall? What are you talking about? How do you know all this?" asked Eleven impatiently.

"I have been inside Sexy's consciousness. She knows this, so I do. I was bouncing around in her thoughts which are ever so confusing and I picked up quite a few things. Sometimes I would just sit in there and listen. It's very maddening, but interesting."

"But that's impossible!" exclaimed Eleven.

"And how many impossible things have you encountered?"

"I can think of one," mumbled Logan.

"Sorry, what?" asked Sherlock.

"Nothing, never mind," he replied.

"Spoilers!" snapped River.

"I've come across thousands of impossible things, but none as impossible as this," Eleven replied to The Wordsmith and ignoring what Logan said.

"River, where are you in your timeline?" asked The Wordsmith.

"I'm past Trenzalore. He doesn't know yet," replied River.

"Ah. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, River," empathized The Wordsmith.

"Well I get to see him now, don't I?"

"Yes, I suppose you do." They were all still staring up at the balcony at the dark figure that was The Wordsmith.

"Come down so we can see you," River suggested.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked The Wordsmith.

"Yes, it seems wise," Logan agreed with River.

"Sherlock?" called The Wordsmith.

"Yes?" he answered with his voice like a jaguar trapped in a cello.

"When I come down I want you to read me to the best of your abilities," The Wordsmith ordered.

"Of course," Sherlock replied. Slowly, The Wordsmith walked slowly down the staircase and on to the ground floor. Logan stepped over to shield The Great One. Logan walked with Satan's Child in tow until The Good Willed Angel stepped into the light in front of Sherlock. They all gasped in admiration.

"I'll let you take a moment to analyze me properly. I need to know," said The Wordsmith.

"But you're a girl! A short, little, teenage girl!" exclaimed John.

"You're one to talk, Mister Watson," retorted The Wordsmith. Sherlock chuckled as he stared, completely focused, at The Wordsmith.

"Address me as Ace. I don't believe in over using the name of my people. It's disrespectful just as saying the name of our Heavenly Father too often is disrespectful," The Wordsmith ordered.

"Why the name Ace, if I may ask?" asked John.

"It was the name I had on Earth," she replied, "Sherlock, are you just about done, dear?"

"Yes, I believe so," he concluded.

"Good, then get on with it."

"All the obvious facts you've already told us are written on you. In one place for a long time, moved, the anxiety of life on earth, your intelligence is there but everything you need to know is in your eyes. Any fool could look in to those eyes and see your soul open up in front of them. That's why you hid on the balcony in the dark. I'm no expert on the emotional stuff, you could ask John or The Doctors to look into your eyes and tell you everything," he told her. Ace turned to Ten.

"You have the most emotional understanding in this regeneration. Look into my eyes," she ordered. Ten's jaw tightened uncomfortably. He glanced over at Rose who promptly nodded as if to say, Go ahead.

Ten stared into Ace's eyes and after a few moments stumbled back in confusion.

"That's impossible!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Rose asked.

"Her eyes are…" he trailed off and stared into them again, "You can see your past reflected back at you and your…," he staggered back and shielded himself from her, "You can see your future."

"Everyone get away from her. Now!" barked Nine.

"Why can people see that in my eyes, Doctor?" she asked, "And you can only see it if you truly look deep enough. You have to really try to find it."

"Can I have a go?" asked Donna eagerly stepping toward Ace.

"No! You can't," snapped Ten.

"Just a little peek?" she begged.

"No!"

"You're a part of his future, my past, and you can't find out what you do together just yet. It's dangerous," explained Eleven.

"She's going to forget all of this ever happened! Twice! Why not?" justified River.

"How do you mean twice?" asked Donna.

"Nothing, fine. You all can have a look except River and I," Eleven succumbed.

"I'll go first!" declared Rose.

"Remember, if you don't like what you see, I can take it away," Eleven reminded everyone.

Rose stepped up in front of Ace and looked into her eyes. She saw her past flash before her. Grade School, Junior High School, High School was all a blur. Nothing but emptiness compared to what her life has came to be. The first moments she was with The Doctor were drawn out in perfect detail. His bravery and his anger were highlighted. Their adventures were replayed and she enjoyed every second. Then the future came and everything went awry.

She watched as the void ship slowly opened and the daleks arose, she watched the ghosts become cybermen at Canary Warf. She watched herself fall into the void. She wept as she watched herself wither away at the sight of The Doctor's horrified face. Time raced through her lonely years until the darkness came. Until she realized she had to save the world again. Earth was moved and planets filled the sky. She watched herself face the daleks once again. She watched herself and her copy of The Doctor live through the days and that's when she tore her eyes away from Ace's eyes. Rose sobbed on the floor and clung to Ten who held her.

"Never leave me," she wailed. Ten was confused, and angry. He stood from next to Rose and faced Ace.

"What did she see?" he demanded.

"I-I don't know," Ace stammered.

"Tell me! Now!" he screamed.

"She saw her future! I don't know why it upsets her! I'm sorry!"

"Doctor, just calm down. Ace can't and didn't do anything to hurt Rose," said River kindly to Ten. "I forget sometimes how much you loved her. I get jealous sometimes," River muttered to Eleven. Eleven only nodded solemnly.

"How are you taking this?" River asked.

"Taking what?" asked Eleven.

"Rose. Hell, you haven't seen the girl in years, it must be hard to see you and her all happy together," replied River.

"No, I'm handling it fine. It's just a shame I told her, but neither of us can remember that I did," replied Eleven.

"Can I have a go at the eyes thing?" asked Captain Jack.

"By all means, no funny business mister, I know you," replied Ace.

"This is wrong," snapped Nine.

"It'll be fine, Doctor," replied Jack.

"No. No one is looking into this girl's eyes. No one. Look at Rose!" he shouted and pointed to Rose who was shaking and crying.

"For hell's sakes, Doctor, comfort the girl," ordered Sherlock. Ten rushed over to her and held her.

"Don't leave me," Rose pleaded, "Don't let go."

"I won't," replied Ten.

They sat in silence and watched Ten calm Rose down. When she wasn't so overwhelmed, she spoke clearly, "I don't want to know that. I don't want that to happen. Tell me how to get it out of my head."

"We'll fix that soon, I promise, but right now I need you to help me. I wish to return to Earth, so does Logan," replied Ace.

"Logan can't go to earth!" exclaimed Sherlock.

"Why not?" asked Logan.

"Dragons are not exactly real on earth," replied John.

"Fine, I shall revert to human form," said Logan sassily. He tilted his head back and he slowly began to shrink and change in a puff of smoke he screamed and his scream slowly changed until the smoke cleared to reveal a girl standing in the smoke.

"Clara?!" exclaimed River.

I am so sorry this is SO late! I've been relocating. No time, you know? This chapter was not very well written, it felt choppy. So sorry! I hope you enjoyed it anyway!