This one would not stop. I planned for certain things to happen but I had already made this chapter so large that I decided to split it. Enjoy.

Chapter 6

Lilith stared around at the small apartment she had called her own for a while now. It had been incredibly hard for The Curator to find a place that the Tardis could fit in. It had been four days since the birth of her son. The Curator had explained things to her. Things she did not like.

And boy had she laid into him!

"So you're saying that I am about to lose everything I know to run off to some other planet where, not only me, but my son will be ridiculed all our lives. And you expect that I am simply going to go along with this? If I could get out of this bed I will slap you! Matter of fact, come here so I can slap you!"

The Curator held up his arms in self-defense. The last two days Lilith had been bedridden thanks to several difficulties shortly after the birth. The primary one being that her womb had become Time Lord while the rest of her was still human, thus having the body rejecting it. They'd had to give her a hysterectomy to remove all of the Time Lord tissue inside of her before she died. She had been upset, and then had snapped out an insult about not wanting to get knocked up by another alien any time soon. At that point the Curator neglected to mention that they could give her a new uterus at some point.

Never before had he met a girl with such wrath, or a human for that matter. She wasn't even a fraction of his age and yet he felt as if he might very well be in for the fight of his life.

"I'm sorry Lilith. But the fact is that our son has to be raised on Galifrey. The Lord President would allow nothing less. There is no way I could leave him with you on Earth. It's his heritage…"

"Earth is his heritage too! He was born from me! He is half human!"

"No he isn't Lilith. He may have gained traits from you, mannerisms, even looks, but he is a Time Lord infant. There is nothing human in him."

"Bull! That is my son and Earth is his home world. He was born here."

"He was born in the Tardis…"

"Shut up! The answer is no! I would be happy to bring him there for summer vacations, for holidays, even stay for a year, but you aren't going to make me just get up and walk out of my life! He will have education from both worlds or you can get drop me off and say goodbye for good Mr. doesn't-have-a-name but still thinks he can run my life!"

The baby began to cry. She sighed, rocking him gently. She slipped him under her large shirt to feed him. His noises quieted. The Curator took this chance to try and reason with her, "Lilith, this is the way things are. I won't have a choice in the matter. No one will allow him to grow up on earth. There is no one there who could educate him properly, and what if he gets hurt? One bottle of blood taken at a hospital could change the future of your entire race. Time Lords have a strict code of never interfering. And if I have any hope of you raising our son then I'll need the ability to promise them that Galifrey will be your home. This is the way it must be. I'm sorry."

Lilith sneered, "Well I may have something to say to that!"

"I bet you will."

So here Lilith was. Her bags were packed, the food in the fridge donated to her neighbor, and letters written to her parents explaining that she would never see them again. She sniffed, trying not to cry in front of the baby. Apparently a Time Lord understood a lot right from birth. Odds were that he had already understood English. But the Curator was speaking another soft language that sometimes did weird things to Lilith when she listened to hard.

As she was listening right now.

As he spoke to the baby she watched as the wall behind him began to warp and change. The wall parted to show a strange world floating around a sun. It was many worlds, and after a moment she realized it was a planetary belt that was in perfect alignment with the sun.

She could hear soft beautiful singing. A child was singing some ancient song to the sun, in some ritual she did not understand.

Then it all stopped because the Curator was watching her. Lilith shook her head as if to come out of a daze. "What was that?" The Curator smiled a little, "Galifreyan. That is the language of time. Humans who hear the words can sometimes see through time. I was describing the rings of Akahten. They have a ritual every millennium where they sing to the sleeping god. I've always had wanderlust. The need arises and I have to venture to a world, absorb their customs, and listen to the planet. I can only hope our son will travel with me some day."

Lilith smiled a little at the way he talked so wistfully about the future. But then the pleasure turned sour in her mouth as she remembered the cold hard truth. She was not looking for the same future. She would be trapped on some distant planet with people who would not look kindly on a human being in their midst. She turned away from the Curator to pack the last of her clothes.

"Do you really need this Lilith? After all, I can provide you with clothing when we get there. My estates are quite expansive."

Lilith turned around and sneered at him, "All those silly clothes with the big collars and the funny caps? No thank you. And don't think I won't be finding a tailor on that planet that can make proper children's clothes for our baby. I won't be having him tripping over his robes." She walked over and took her son from him before swinging her arm and throwing her bag at him. He caught the bag, falling backwards into one of her tables. She didn't mind the shattered furniture since she would never be seeing this place again. Lilith didn't know why she was so abusive of this man. She had done nothing but be snide and nasty toward him, which was probably a bad idea in front of a developing mind that already had a higher I.Q. than Einstein. She sneered at him as he climbed to his feet. The Curator had been a champ, never once getting angry at her or yelling back. He exuded a sense of calm that Lilith could not understand in her anger.

No, scratch that, she knew exactly why she was acting this way. He'd knocked her up then left her on her own with a baby that apparently every evil alien wanted dead. He had shown up later acting like nothing about their meeting mattered and now he was taking her away from everything she had ever known.

Another of the Tardis crew walked out, taking the letters to drop off in the mail box outside her apartment building. They didn't even trust her to not bolt with the baby. So she looked around the apartment.

The Tardis had taken them back in time to about an hour after she and River Song had teleported to London. Back when the Weeping Angels were a threat to her life. She looked outside, spotting a Weeping Angel standing on a building nearby watching her. She held up her son then gave the statue a thumbs-up. They dare not attack with Time Lords nearby who could make them pay for any harm that came to the baby. So she knew that she would be safe from now on. But the price was high for her safety. The Curator had said that even if she stayed here without the baby, (Which was absolutely NOT an option) that the many enemies would use her against her son as he got older. Or they might just outright kill her. So she had to come with him. The Curator took her bag into the Tardis and she took one last look around the apartment. Lilith was now regretting a number of things.

She had lost her only chance to reconcile with her brother. Never would she ever put her papers into her job, give them the two week notice she would have loved to give. Lilith's entire life was now over as she held her five day old baby boy. She walked over to the nightstand next to her bed, picking up the picture of her family.

The picture was of her great grandmother Nancy, whom had lived to a ripe old age. Then there was her son, Lilith's grandfather Jamie. Her grandfather and great grandmother were both from London. They'd even lived through the London blitz. Then there was Lilith's mother Clara Oswald. A lovely woman who was currently living with her husband in southern California. And finally there was baby Lilith. Lilith had naturally been given her father's last name though they had yet to be married.

With no one in the room Lilith took a risk. She picked up her cellphone, the Tardis door slamming shut with a resounding click. She heard another click meaning the Tardis had locked and that sound always made the baby give a bubbling laugh. "That thing always seems to know what I want."

So she dialed the number for her mother's house. She heard someone pick up.

"Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Oh, Lilith, it's good to hear from you. I haven't seen you in months. How are you doing?"

"I'm alright mom it's just… um… you're a grandmother."

"Now what did you say darling?"

"I had a baby. He is your grandson."

Lilith heard a squeal on the other end from an excited new grandparent. "Oh my dear that is wonderful news! How come you didn't tell me you were pregnant last time I saw you dear? You weren't showing yet."

"It was sort of a surprise. I mean to me. You know that TV show where the mothers don't know they are pregnant? Yeah I uh didn't really know…" Lilith hated to say such a lie.

"So when are you going to bring our grandson around? We can arrange to come up to see you if you want."

Lilith hiccupped, trying not to cry. "I'm so sorry. You see… the father sort of… well I'm involved with some things I can't tell you about. And I have to go away… you won't hear from me again."

There was silence on the other end before her mother got serious, "What is it? What's happening? Don't you go anywhere we are coming to get you!"

"Mom, don't. Please can we just talk for a moment? I don't have long. I just wanted to say I love you. And I'm going to miss you."

The baby started to whine, giving bubbly cooing noises to try and get mom's attention. Then her mother spoke to her.

"Run. Run you clever girl. And remember." Then she hung up.

Lilith looked to her iPhone, crying now. But she had a mission. She quickly grabbed her baby, rushing for the door. But then the Tardis door swung open. The Curator and three other Time Lords rushed out, grabbing Lilith.

"No! No I won't go! You won't make me! Let me go! Let me go!" The Curator grabbed the baby, motioning. "Get her inside quickly before she does something drastic." His face was hard but he didn't want to do this. He was forcing her to give up her home, her family, and he felt so utterly selfish.

Lilith screamed as she was dragged into the Tardis. They held her as she was kicking and screaming until they could lock her in a room. A few minutes later, once the other mail bound Time Lord returned Lilith heard the engines going. And then she knew without a doubt that she would never see her home ever again.

Lilith slid to the floor as she leaned against the door, crying for hours as she felt so broken. Her mother's words had been so resounding, as if she was speaking to Lilith on a level that Lilith had seen only a couple times. Her mother had a few times said strange things, though never recalled them after. It was as if she was steering Lilith toward something that was important.

Lilith fell asleep on the Tardis floor, sleeping a dreamless sleep.

Once the crying had stopped, the Curator walked into the room to find Lilith sleeping on the floor. He carried her to the bedroom. The baby had cried himself to sleep as well. The Curator had to listen to his son shout in Baby a number of expletives for what he'd done to mommy. The Curator tried to explain everything but no baby wanted to think about things logically. He just swore vengeance and to bring mommy back as soon as he learned how to drive. Good lord the Curator prayed his son didn't ever remember his promising threat.

The Curator laid her down in the bed, using a wash cloth to wipe away the salt on her face from dried up tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me Lilith. I never wanted to hurt you like this." He pulled a blanket over her and left her to sleep. They had already landed in the museum, and were currently relocating the Tardis which had taken the typical shape. It looked now like a tall round cylinder. They had antigravs on the Tardis, making it float just enough to move it into position. Tardis type 41 on one side, and Tardis type 39 on the other. Once the Tardis was in place, they set it back down. "Alright, this is perfect. The chameleon circuit is alright and we won't bother to speak about the Helmic Regulator." He grinned, so happy with the machine. It was a lovely addition to their collection.

He walked inside, moving toward her room. He found Lilith awake and burping the baby. He cleared his throat and she shot him a glare. "I suppose we've arrived then?" She got up, "Get my bags." She walked out of the room. The Curator sighed, wondering if he would now be spending the next hundred and sixty years being ordered around by a bitter woman. He picked up her bags, following her out.

Lilith stepped out of the Tardis, looking around the rather plain looking museum. Everything was categorized, labelled, and the walls were lacking very much in style. Though she saw more of that writing on the walls which she had come to learn was Galifreyan. She was determined to learn how to read it, as well as learning the language without that translator in her head. She turned to look at him, "Architecture is a bit… clinical isn't it?" This made the Curator's lips twitch a bit like he might smile. "I've been trying to convince the council for ages to let me redecorate. I promise most buildings aren't this plain. It's an old building." He led her through the museum which seemed primarily to have explanations about time travel. "So you run a museum on time travel?" The Curator nodded, "I worked over the last seven decades compositing this museum. It's something of a legacy for me. We've been asking others to donate their old Tardis's so we could repair them and put them on display. That is how I ended up on Earth. The Tardis you rode in kept taking us there for some reason." He shook his head at that then led her outside. She walked out on to a large bridge, gasping as she looked up into the sky. It was a burnt orange, like one massive sunset stretched across the entire sky. Her eyes moved to the twin suns, jaw gaping. "How long are the days here?" The Curator looked to her, "About 28 hours. The smaller sun sets two hours after the larger one. Twin stars, isn't it lovely?"

Lilith looked to him, "I think the largest planet in my solar system was supposed to have the potential of becoming a twin to the sun if it had been a bit bigger."

The Curator was pleased with the bit of knowledge she stated, "Yes it would have been. Many stars have a twin."

He led her along the bridge. She looked down to see a vast pit. The building they had left was so tall, far larger than any skyscraper she had ever seen. She couldn't see down to the bottom. She leaned over the rail to see many other bridges between the buildings. "What is at the bottom?" The Curator walked back to her. "That would be a large series of support structures for these buildings, as well as the shield generators. There are over 400 sky trenches above us." She looked up, seeing the bubble that surrounded them. Well she didn't so much see it as notice the odd warping to her vision. "What are they for? Why do you have them?" The Curator shook his head, "We are a peaceful people. We do not cause war. But we have had reason to go to war, and we have had to defend ourselves from war. It is simply a defense put in place. In the event of an attack, which I again say is a rarity, the bulk of our people can flee from the residential area to hide within the sky trench."

Lilith followed him out to what she could only assume was a viewing platform. It was white with something like white marble stone. There were some beautiful plants in a variety of colors. But the Curator said, "This way. The view from here is stunning." He led her toward the edge, and as she stepped, she could only gasp. "Oh my…" She stared out at a vast field of deep red. And beyond that was a forest of silver trees that shone orange right at this time of the day. The mountains were topped with snow right now, and they looked just as orange thanks to the silver trees growing all over the mountain. Lilith stared in absolute awe of this place. "This is… oh my…. Curator it's…" She stared in utter fascination at the vast expanse of alien land. She turned to look behind her, seeing the sheer size of the city around her. "Curator how big is this place?" The Curator grinned at her, "We've packed billions of miles into a small area to preserve nature. This city is thirteen square miles large. But Time lord science is bigger on the inside. Every building here holds vast quantities of space on the inside. This is Arcadia, Galifrey's second city. By that I mean it is the second city ever built after a certain period of our history. Turn around. Now look out that direction." He pointed until she spotted a house far away amongst the countryside.

"That is my manor. Our son will grow up on the fields and in the forest, while he attends the academy. He will become a lord of time. And when he graduates from school he will choose a title. Every title is a reflection of who we are. I chose to be called Curator because I wished nothing more than to spend my life preserving our history."

Lilith smiled to herself. She already knew what her son's title would be. She just had to be careful. From what she already understood about time, her knowledge of the future meant that she could accidentally change it. She looked down at her son, hoping to see him become as great as she saw.

Boots on the stone announced the approach of half a dozen men. Lilith turned and felt a strong urge to mock the ridiculous clothing these men wore. But she resisted the urge. The Curator turned to them, "Did you want something?"

One of these men said, "Curator, you and the human are required in front of the council."