Time War of the Main Universe.

My fairy Rebirth.

• At the dorms of the Time Lord Institute.

It was a few days after first term. During that 2 week vacation in between.

Rassillion had enrolled me in the Time Lord Institute. Starting my first classes next term. Where I would be studying the secrets of the universe... which were made of more detailed scientific theories, based on my lore.

It was weird... learning equations to vague ideas I had... and actually being able to see the sense in them.

I was still considered a single student, within the rest of my Hive Mind. So everything I studied, counted as credit to all of our's degree.

I had been "born" a few days ago. And it wasn't until today that the Doctor got shore leave... and after so long, I was starting to wonder... that this place might be real.

There was no time dilation. I lived through every second of reality... and thought too clearly to be just a dream. I really might be a genuine Meta Crisis of the original Smartholomew. Something more then just a Clone, but rather a sliver of his soul. I had all his memories, and was part of his hive mind.

I could see what the other's saw, share thoughts and memories to them, but only if I chose to. Same as them. So there was no danger of them accidentally learning of my wish...

... I really did meet Shenron, and was inside my fan fiction... either that, or I completely snapped, and was currently comatose, in some kind of epic delusion... a delusion that allowed me to think more clearly then I ever have... I was fairly sure i was just catatonic.

"YOU CLONED YOURSELF!?!"

The original Smartie blushed, scratching his head. A nervous grin on his face. He had the unfortunate habit, of smiling when in trouble. Which got him in even more trouble.

I, too, smiled, but my grin was more from genuine humor. I was just sitting in our dorm, watching the show. While the other Smart Mouths made themselves scarce, wandering the campus.

Meanwhile, the 12th Doctor was on the war path. Scolding the Original something fierce. While i just sat, on one of 14 beds, watching the show. As I was the "Clone" in question, the Doctor's tirade wasn't focused on me. I was an innocent bystandered in his eyes.

Smartie blushed, squirming a good deal. But he managed to explain. "He isn't exactly a clone. Maybe a shadow clone. A solid energy construct.

"He was my first term's Conjuration Project. We were supposed to temporarily conjure a clone, but give it the body of the Fae, and upload knowledge we don't have. So he's a more advanced Study Buddy.

"Since I have so much magic, I conjured a royal fae... and accidentally made him permanent."

I grinned "He received top marks for me. As the Teacher mistook my creation for intentional."

The 12th Doctor groaned, rubbing his head. Then looked at the original Smart Mouth. "You can't just... CREATE LIFE!!!"

"What do you think Conjuration is?" I smirked.

Conjuration was a different school of magic, then Summoning. At least in my Cosmos. Where Summoning was opening a portal, and pulling out a Creature from another dimension, Conjuration was using your own magic, in order to will things into existence.

As these conjured objects/entities, were traditionally temporary, they were guided by the caster's own subconscious. They had no soul, but since they had bodies of solid magic, they could be trapped inside soul gems.

Technically you could create permanent Constructs, by sacrificing a portion of your magic, and giving the entity true independent thought. But that was supposed to be much harder... It was rare to do so by accident.

Regardless, as I'm sure the Doctor knew how Conjuration worked, I cheerfully explained the backstory I had written. I was still enjoying, what I thought, was a dream. "I'm technically a Meta Crisis, since I was made using a slither of Smart Mouth's soul, instead of his magic. Rather big muckup, that."

As I was a piece of his soul, I was just as powerful. I made sure to write that into my backstory, as well. Instead of being any simple fae, either, I was a Royal Fae, a Cosmic Level Entity. This should be all kinds of fun... hope I didn't wake up soon.

"What do you plan to do with him?" The Doctor demanded of his child.

"Rude," I cheekily grinned... although I was getting a tad annoyed, on how I was being completely ignored. It was getting less funny by the second. "I'm right here."

Smart Mouth shrugged, "I talked to the Headmaster, almost immediately after creating him."

That had been boring, with this dream progressing strangely linearly. I experienced every mind numbing second of it.

"He said S'mouth can take classes with us, next term, since he's part of our Hive Mind." Smart Mouth informed.

"Which you know," I pointed out. "or you wouldn't be here." but was once again ignored. I continued anyway, hoping the Doctor would give me something. He was my idol, after all, and here he was, just ignoring me.

"I was hoping to become an Anthropologist," I explained. "So I signed up for Xeno Sociology, and psychology. With specialized classes on Humanoids."

The Doctor blinked, still looking at Smart Mouth. "I thought you wanted to study healing?"

I scoffed, getting legit annoyed now. He was even making his responses to me, directed at 'the original'. "I realize you never graduated the Institute, but please try to keep up."

"S'mouth," Smart Mouth spoke my chosen name in a warning tone.

"I'm not just a copy of your Son's soul. I'm a Meta Crisis. I have my own thoughts and desires. And most importantly, I'm a real person, not just some mindless clone."

The Doctor frowned, finaly looking at me. "I'm aware of that."

"Then try talking to ME," I glared. "I'm just as much your actual son as the rest of me!"

The Doctor sighed, "You're right. A bit rude, but still right... I'm sorry."

I nodded my forgiveness.

"You really don't act anything like the timid Smartie."

That got me glaring again.

"It goes beyond the differences of a typical Meta Crisis," The Doctor insisted. "I've had a few of those. Their behavior is always rooted in the face they manifest from. Sure there are a handful of minor differences, but they are still a copy of that face."

I started to worry, but thankfully Smart Mouth gave a good excuse... that I hadn't realized would explain my differences, when I added it into my backstory.

"S'mouth was supposed to be at 'Study Buddy' conjuration," Explained Smartie. "So he has copies of the conciousness, of every last person to become a Time Lord, for our clutch... he knows literally everything they know. And that effects his personality."

"How'd that work?" The Doctor blinked.

Smartie shrugged, "All who underwent the procedure, to have their body split 13 ways, had a bit of soul magic done to them. So we can share the same soul, across all our bodies.

"So there was collected residue left over. Rassillion has been having kids, of the Time Lord Institute, experimenting with this stuff. And I had to use a Sample, from each Time Lord of my clutch, to fuel the ritual."

As the first time conjuring the "Study Buddy" involved a ritual. That you were then supposed to seer into your own pathways... to summon at will. Seering me into their soul, was actually the reason I was part of their hive mind... as typically Meta Crisis aren't.

A shard from each of the 42 Time Lords, within our Clutch, were fused together, to make my soul... it's why I was so powerful, and Smartie didn't need to sacrifice very much magic, when he accidentally made me permanent.

The Doctor's eyes widened. "You didn't."

Smart Mouth fidgeted more, "I kinda did."

I confirmed, "He used your's, and the Master's, Rassillion and Omega, and all other members of our Clutch. There is a reason this was the midterm project."

I was rambling a good deal... as i didn't like that look on the Doctor's face... one of absolute violation, and horror... I was regretting writing those emotions, into my backstory... even if he was destined to get over them, eventually.

After that long winded explanation, I spelled it out... a bit hesitantly. As I knew how I wrote the Doctor's reaction to this.

The Doctor was frozen, looking truly horrified at the notion.

I forced a smirk... despite feeling genuine hurt, from the emotions I knew I gave him. "I'm not just Smartholomew's Meta Crisis. I'm also yours."

After that, I decided to leave the Doctor, to talk to his son, in private... well, as private as it gets, when you share a Hive mind.

"That could have gone better," Street Smart spoke through our hive mind, as I wandered into the cafeteria. None of the rest of my OCs were around, but we could still think at each other, from great distances away.

Metagamer sighed through the link. "I actually thought Dad would be thrilled, to have a link to all our clutch."

I rolled my eyes, "He might be more accepting of magic, but it will take a while for him to truly accept our Necromancy hobbies. He's always been fairly high and mighty about his morals. Such a damn hypocrite."

"Necromancy?" Mouthy asked.

"That's why I'm permanent," I explained. "Smart Mouth accidentally tapped into true soul magic, due to our soul being a bit more loosely attached to our body then most. You were dead, for nearly a hundred thousand years. It's why your spirit Awareness is so high, and why your so naturally gifted with spells over Life and Death. You now have an affinity, for spells that heal or decay."

The Hive took a moment to think on that.

Smarticus tsk'ed, as I got a chicken burger from the food dispenser.

Normally Time Lords don't eat meat, So I had my own programs, to plug into the dispenser. With the patterns of all my favorite meals, stored in on a data stick. Taking my Stick, and my food, I carried my tray over to the tables... surprised Sunny didn't actually say anything.

"You should be more patient," Metagamer insisted. "Dad will warm up to you. He just needs to get used to the idea of having a real son."

"You're all his real son," I thought. "but me... as far as his human brain can comprehend... My existence is a violation."

I could feel Smar frown, "How'd ya mean?"

I sighed, before taking a bite of my burger. "You guys thought I'd be a nice surprise, as any Gallifreyian would have perceived my creation. After all Meta Crisis are rare, and considered something to treasure.

"But humans view the unknown taking of genetic material, for the purpose of creating a lifeform... well it feels damn well short of rape." I could feel everyone give a psychic start... none of them expected that... after all, they weren't human. "And I was grown from a stolen sample of his literal soul."

"By Rassillion," Smart Alec muttered. But it wasn't clear, if he actually intended that to go out into the link... sometimes random thoughts sneak through, if they are powerful enough.

"The Doctor's human instincts see me as a violation of his person," I nonchalantly elaborated. "As far as they are concerned, I'm the product of rape. I'm sure his Time Lord mind is warring against the notion... but his half human soul can't help but reject me."

Everyone was quiet, as I finished my lunch... after near a week with their voices constantly chattering, in my head... the silence was noticable.

"Relax, I'm not a total failure, when it comes to acts of kindness. I'm sure mother will appreciate your accidental gift," I eased... part of me regretting writing the Doctor's emotions into my Backstory.

I made sure to say he'd come around to me... but it was hard actually living through this... I shouldn't have written my abandonment issues, into this universe... but then... I thought my wishes were just a dream...