Takes place right after the last chapter ended


Abbey Who Chapter Five

"What do you mean?" Amy asked, "I've never seen them before – so what? Neither has Abbey."

The Doctor stopped what he was doing with the controls and looked up, "They haven't invaded for her yet. Abbey is a few years behind you."

"I don't remember any invasion."

"Well you should."

Abigail interrupted the uncomfortable silence, "I'm gonna get something to eat. Any of you want anything to . . . eat or . . . to drink?" she offered.

They both shook their heads and she hobbled off to the kitchen.

A few minutes after, she was helping herself to some rich chocolate cake when The Doctor came in.

"Are you not tired?" he asked.

"No."

"People are always exhausted after nearly being blown up…"

"You're not."

"I'm not people."

"Yes you are. You're not human, but you area person."

"I suppose you're right," he smiled.

"So, anywhere you'd like to go tomorrow?" he asked.

"I don't mind, but I would like to avoid World Wars for tomorrow if that's all right with you."

"No World Wars – you've got it … you really should be going to sleep though. Who knows how much we'll have to do tomorrow."

SHe groaned, "Fine. I'm taking this to my room." she picked up the plate and walked out the door.

"Goodnight, Doctor."

"Goodnight, Abigail."

She'd finished the cake by the time she'd gotten to her room so she set it down on a shelf between one of the many clocks and a framed photo of a robot dog. God only knows where that came from.

She was in no mood for sleep so she walked towards the mural of photos on the far wall. She'd been wanting to get a look at them for a while but whenever she woke up she'd be too excited and just run downstairs (or had been painted blue), and every other day when she came back she'd been too tired to even walk that far.

What? That's impossible. There were pictures of her here. She looked a little older, but only by a few years. It was definitely still her. There were so many other people as well. Rose? Oh my God; this is my future, she realised. But if this is my future does that mean the future me brought the pictures to the present day TARDIS? Wibbly wobbly timey wimey.

Were all of these pictures of The Doctor? Well, they couldn't all be him since he couldn't be in the same place multiple times at once - he said he can't cross his own timeline. Then again, he probably did it anyway. It was probably just some friends though.

There were pictures of the TARDIS too, it was definitely the TARDIS but the design was a bit different. Different colours. Not exactly the same controls. Some smaller looking, some bigger. If this is her future and assuming The Doctor is at least some of these people, and she looked only about 5 or 6 years older then how often does he regenerate?

She'd miss that silly face but at least she knew he would more or less stay the same – with that dress sense it could only be him. But then she spotted one of The Doctors. He was definitely The Doctor, but he'd already happened… she was in pictures with him. Could The Doctor regenerate back? Then it occurred to her: are they going to meet his past self and is that how he knew things she never told him?

Usually she planned what she was going to say and think things over before I try and force people into telling her things but this was not one of those times.

She stormed to the control room and sure enough, there he was.

"Doctor? Pictures, you. Tell me. Now!"

He raised his hands in surrender and took two steps back.

"Just calm down," he said, "I'll explain everything I can – but I can't tell you everything – it's not my fault. If I could I would but I can't so don't kill me."

"Fine. Tell me."

"I've met you before. It hasn't happened for you yet. And I can't tell you any more than that I'm so sorry."

She took a few deep breaths before speaking again, "That doesn't tell me much… but thank you. It clears it up a little bit… Doctor, why isn't Amy in the pictures? If it's the future then . . ."

He mimicked zipping his lips.

She sighed, "Let me guess. Spoilers?"