I know I know. I haven't updated in MONTHS. I'm really sorry about that and I hope you guys can forgive me. Well maybe not because I'm officially putting this story on HIATUS. I started writing it just after the 2013 Christmas special right after 11 regenerated. So I was still reeling from that and missing him so much. But as the year went by I came to terms with him being gone and with season 8 I was pretty much over it. With the new Doctor I felt less passion for this story and had to force myself to write it. Actually I had this chapter written a long time ago but never bothered to post it. I decided to start another story, a Fairy Tail one. I've already written eight chapters and am so excited for what I have planned for it. Honestly, I don't know if I will be continuing this one because I'll be putting all my energy into the Fairy Tail one. Maybe after I finish that one I'll finish this one. Who knows, no promises. I just wanted to post this chapter to finish this arc up for you guys. Enjoy!

Chapter 7. Green

My jaw dropped. If he already knew, then why make us hang around her?

"I'm not following. And you didn't tell me?" I tried to keep my voice neutral on the last part but I knew some hurt had seeped through when The Doctor's all-knowing expression faded away.

"Sorry 'bout that", he shook his head. "I didn't know how well you'd handle it if I told you they find out things on their own instead of having it spelled out for them"

I stayed silent. My anger was building up, replacing the hurt.

"I didn't know right away. Not until you had left to go that party. I wanted to figure out exactly what she had against us, but she wouldn't leave my side for a second. Couldn't take a breath without her asking what I was doing it for. I didn't mean for her to almost ruin our friendship, Andy."

I took a deep, low breath and let it out through my nose. "We're not friends Doctor," I said.

He stood up straighter.

I went on. "We're just traveling companies."

He looked down at me and I felt guilty for a moment.

"I thought we were friends," he started. More guilt. "I want us to be friends… I need a friend after…" He trailed off.

"After Clara left?" I asked softly.

He nodded and twitched around a bit. I had a feeling he rarely spoke about his feelings.

"We can be more than travel companions- not like that," The Doctor said, seeing my face. "Mates. I need a best mate. Gets lonely in here without a friend."

I smiled for the first time all day.

"Alright," I said.

"Alright?" He asked making sure.

"Yeah. How did we go from talking about Samantha to friendship so fast?"

"Well she did almost ruin our almost friendship. That is now a friendship."

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes playing. "What are we going to do about her?"

I waited. The Doctor pushed his hand through his hair.

"Right. I'm not sure about that yet. Surely, once I find out her intent it'll all go smoothly from there-"

"Surely," I mock agreed. He glared at me.

"So, she's just going to stay on the TARDIS?"

"She won't hurt anybody is she's here."

"Just us," I muttered.

The door slammed open and a heartbeat later, Samantha, his eyes cold with contempt. She let out a harsh chuckle.

"Your sonic can't save her today, Doctor." she touched something on her wrist and then we were both gone.

Samantha dropped me down onto the ground as I struggled to regain my senses. My nose and internal organs ached, body felt stiff and I could test blood in the back of my throat. As I hacked up the blood, Samantha surveyed the surrounding paying me no mind.

"You're going to watch your entire existence fade away before you… Bit of a paradox, huh?"

Her chirpiness was off-putting. More so than what she said.

I looked. We were at the trick or treat neighborhood. How did she bring us there?" why did she bring us there?

Samantha had moved into a crowd of people. I heard familiar screams and voices that sent a shill down my spine.

Right there I saw myself wrapped up into the arms of the Energy Sucker. Past Doctor and Samantha were standing a few feet away. Present Samantha aimed her gun at past me.

My human self-preservation kicked in as I kicked Samantha in the back of her knee. She turned around and was met with a swift punch in the nose. She dropped her gun and someone accidentally knocked her over, sending her to the ground, still clutching her bloody nose.

My hand had a dull pain but I ignored it.

I aimed Samantha's gun at the Energy Sucker and pulled the trigger. A streak of explosive light hit it and past me fell onto the road.

I watched my past play put in front of me before turning away to deal with Samantha. She was fiddling with whatever was on her wrist. "If I can't kill her now then I'll have to go back further. Like mama always said, kill it before it grows." Right as she slammed down onto the contraption, I grabbed her wrist.

Same results as before, except I felt nauseous and a bit dizzy on my feet. Samantha shrugged off my sudden intrusion and marched over to the park across the street. A little girl was sitting by herself on the seesaw. I hobbled over to them just as Samantha snatched the child up.

For such a tiny thing, she sure could belt. Her deafening screams weren't helping my thumping cranium.

"Green! Leave her alone! She didn't do anything," I yelled.

The little girl was hitting Samantha on the face with her balled up fists, still screaming with a fountain of tears running down her chubby cheeks.

"Yet. She didn't do anything yet. Use your brain Brando." The little girl opened her eyes at the name. Wide green eyes met mine and it clicked.

I took in a shaky breath. "Green, you can't kill a child. Even if..."

Her ice blue orbs locked onto my green ones.

"Sorry, Brando. But I'll make it quick. Since you are a kid." Her hands wound around her tiny neck as I stood rooted in my spot, unable to move without ending it all.

A gunshot sounded. Samantha cried out and released the little girl.

"I'm calling the police," said a deep baritone voice.

I spun around and again my eyes met green. I swallowed the knot in my throat as I tried to form words. A flurry of brown hair swept past me and hugged the little girl still crying on the ground. My father now had his gun pointed at me. I laughed on the inside at the irony. He was trying to protect me, from me.

"Are you with her?" He asked.

"Nope. I hate her just as much as you right now." I smirked. The finger on the trigger twitched.

"I doubt it."

I shrugged. "Do whatever you want. But you'll regret it if you shot me and her."

He cocked his head to the side.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm her parole officer. She's off her meds right now. He's just having one of her episodes. If you'll let me, I'll escort her away from here." I silently prayed he would fall for it.

"Let me see some ID," he demanded. Damn it all.

I faked looking for my badge. When I turned back to him, his menacing eyes stared me down. If I weren't his daughter, I would have shaken in fear. I probably should have since I was no daughter to him then.

"Uhhhh-"

"It's right here, Lexi." Samantha handed me to psychic paper. She must have stolen it off the Doctor.

I thrust it towards my father and he wearily read it. He gave a slight shake of head. I movement I had seen countless times before and knew we were in the clear.

I sighed in relief. Truthfully, if she hadn't pulled out the psychic paper, I would have told them everything. I carefully gathered up Samantha. She leaned against my shoulder to support herself. We walked several meters away before turning to check that they weren't watching anymore. Samantha clicked onto her wrist, I'm guessing, time machine, and we vanished.

We landed on solid ground inside. I could feel the cool A.C on my skin, a welcome change from the humidity of the outside world.

"It looks like you have failed me, Green," said a low booming voice.

A man was siting elegantly on a thrown made of gold and priceless jewels. His presence was that of an old school mobster, minus the green skin.

"No, my Lord. I just need more time-"pleaded Samantha.

The mobster cut her off. "More time?" He scoffed. "You have brought her here with you. She and The Doctor have foiled you. I do not see a TARDIS here, do you? That is what you promised me when you spoke of this ridiculous plan. I gave you all the resources and time needed. Your time has run out."

Samantha laid pitifully on the floor. The gunshot wound didn't seem to affect her anymore. Defeat set on her face.

The mobster set his gaze on me.

"The contract between Green and I is now void. I will not allow anyone to harm you here Alexandria was it? I weakly nodded. "Call our Doctor. Explain to him that I did nothing to you. I do not need the wrath of a Time Lord." He sighed heavily falling back into his throne.

I pulled out my phone and called the TARDIS. 30 minutes later the TARDIS appeared and I sprang up from the chair seated next to the mobster. His eyes twinkled from seeing the blue box.

"Andy! Andy. Sorry I'm late. I popped off to get you a snow cone. Thought you could need one after, ya know." The Doctor handed me the snow cone while I rolled my eyes at his silly behavior. The mobster, whose name I learned was Lord L. Lohr, and The Doctor shook hands.

"The Lord was just explaining to me the deal he had made with Samantha."

"You mean Samara." The Doctor asked.

"What?"

"Yeah, turns out Samantha isn't her real name. It's Samara Gretchen. She was born in Stonecage, a high security prison, to criminal parents. While digging through her files I found that she, at first, was nothing like them at all. Great student, nice job, even fiancé. But it all went down downhill six years ago.

The Doctor gave Samantha, Samara, a remorseful look.

"We're the reason she's the way she is Andy."

"We didn't do anything to her, Doctor."

"No yet," he replied quietly.

Samara was silently crying as the Lord's guards cuffed her. A surge of sympathy rushed through as she was dragged along the floor. Our future selves were assholes.

"Here Doctor," spoke up Lord Lohr. He placed Samara's time machine wristwatch thing, which a later learned was called a vortex manipulator, in The Doctor's palm. He said thanks then chucked it at me.

"Hate those things. Rubby way of traveling. You can have it."

Back on the TARDIS, The Doctor tried to figure out a nickname for me but I tuned him out. The snow cone melted down my hand as I stared at the TARDIS monitor, Samara's face, staring back.

Thank you for everyone who read this story! Also guest reviewer not in this story but in the sequel I planned yes they will.