Here is chapter 9! I'm sort of sad that the end of this is coming up, but thank God for sequels!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Doctor Who, only the twins.
One Year Later, 16:30
Clara and the Doctor both carried the twins out of the TARDIS, making sure that everything in the Maitland house was quiet. They put the children carefully on the front steps, Marinna jumping from one foot to the other in excitement. 'Mummy, mummy, is my birthday, mummy!' Clara smiled down at the one year old, who looked three; She had researched Time Lords extensively when she noticed the pair beginning to walk at four months, and talking in complete sentences just two months later, finding out that Time Lords grew rapidly until they turned five, at which point their growth slowed down to hardly anything.
The Doctor got the front door open, and the family of four walked into the dark house. 'Angie! Artie! Where are you?' Marcus yelled, the sound echoing through the empty hallways. Suddenly, the lounge lights turned on, and shouts of 'SURPRISE!' startled the boy so much, he was about to burst into tears. 'Oh, Marcus, it's alritght! It's a surprise birthday party! Look, Granddad and Angie and ARtie and all of your friends are here, too!' He was calmer after that.
Later that night, 18:35
The twins were in bed in the old guest bedroom. The Doctor had already left for the minute he was gone, but the week for Clara to look after the Maitland kids. Marcus, after his mother kissed him on the forehead, rolled over and was sleeping in seconds. Marinna, however, wasn't able to close her eyes. 'What's wrong, Mary?' Clara asked, sitting down next to her daughter. 'Marinna took in a shaky breath. 'I'm scared to sleep, Mum. I don't want bad dreams again.' Clara wrapped an arm around Mary, and calmly said, 'If you're having a bad dream, you can tell me what it is, and maybe Daddy and I can help.' The child looked up at her mother, and Clara saw that the green eyes were filled completely with terror if she closed them. 'I saw...Daddy died. And you weren't happy ever again. And I don't want to see it again, Mummy, neither does Marcus.' Clara was silent, and couldn't move, couldn't talk. All she wondered was how long her daughter and son were being haunted in their dreams. And how much longer their torment would last.
There is the segway to the sequel! I'm deciding to cut it off here, due to yet again more writer's block refusing to go away. Thanks for reading this and waiting like Rory the Roman for this chapter! Stay tuned for the sequel. It'll be good, I promise!
Love and Whouffles from Emma to celebrate her 16th birthday!