You guys should probably know, I will most likely weave multiple story lines into this plot.
Geneva looked back up into Bella's face and said, "How could this be possible?"
"I don't know. I think it happened, oh god. I think it happened when I was born." Bella said with sudden realization of the truth. She didn't want to believe it, but it seemed so obvious now.
"How do you feel right now?" Geneva asked still not over the fact that the girl in front of her could instantaneously heal herself of all injuries, although she wasn't about to tell Bella this.
"I feel like I have even more to discover." Bella said.
"Do you know, or have any inclination as to how you got this, and possibly other powers?" Geneva asked as she started slipping on her clothes, this time changing into army pants and a light blue T-shirt.
"Huh, the answer to that question feels like it's on the tip of my tongue."
"Well maybe you'll answer it once you've had some coffee. After all, it's still the middle of the afternoon." Geneva stood there smiling at Bella, "By the way, you're still naked. Just thought I'd let you know that. Don't want you walking out in public naked, now do we?"
Bella shook her head laughing nervously at the fact that this much older woman had seen her naked, truth be told Bella really didn't know this woman's real age, "No I guess not."
"Alright then, I uh…" Geneva simply waved both her arms and backpedaled to the only door. When Geneva tried to open it however, she found that it was locked and there was no way getting out without the key, "Bella, you don't happen to have the key do you?"
"I do. Just let me get my clothes, I remember it being in my shorts pocket." Bella said, desperately trying to ignore the fact that she was still completely naked. And besides that, she could feel that Geneva couldn't keep her eyes off her. Bella felt it every couple of seconds, like the woman was trying not to stare.
Bella just sighed and changed into the clothes she had come in, only she realized they were no longer in the room. "Where the hell are my clothes?"
Geneva flinched, now that the sex was over; it was getting kind of awkward to be in the same room with someone who was A: hundreds of years younger that her, B: completely naked.
Geneva checked the inside of her coat pocket nervously it was still there. She hadn't lost the sonic screwdriver she had been given, the moment Geneva had been given it had been the best of her life.
She had idolized the Doctor, and when, after many years of faithful companionship, had turned around and gave a copy of his own sonic screwdriver Geneva was shocked. The Doctor warned Geneva, "The moment your hand comes into contact with that, I'll finally have my suspicions confirmed."
"What suspicions?" Geneva had asked not taking the gift, for fear of what it might do. She had been with the Doctor long enough to know that touching strange objects was almost, almost always very bad for your health.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Just take it." The Doctor often spoke in simple words, this is what always set Geneva off into a bit of a fit, she would more that likely hurt someone (she had never hurt the Doctor of course).
Stretching out her hand Geneva held it under the Doctors hand, which was holding the metallic, palm sized, and cylindrical looking tool. "No you have to take it, I can't simply drop it into your hands."
"Why?" Geneva asked the one question she knew the Doctor hated to answer.
"Because if you took it I wouldn't be forcing you into possessing it."
Over the years of keeping possession of it, Geneva had begun to suspect that the Doctor had a second one. And that she only held in her hands a replica. This suspicion would be dropped if only Geneva could have seen the Doctor earlier, but no.
Geneva hadn't seen the Doctor in over 600 years. Geneva had been alive for 25 years previously. Geneva was supposed to be a human time lord, but she was 625 years old.