My Final Chapter
Chapter 1 – Where Are We?
A/N: Hello everyone, long time, no see. Forgive a princess, life is not easy. Also this plotline was little tricky to work out with all the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. Hopefully you'll enjoy the final product. ENJOY! R&R PLZ!
It was some rare downtime for the Doctor and Clara. Deciding to be a little pedestrian, Clara convinced the Doctor to take her to the mall for some shopping and coffee. "Doctor where do your clothes come from?" Clara questioned. "I mean who does your shopping for you? Do all those outfits just materialize in the TARDIS?"
"It's rather fascinating," the Doctor replied. "Sometimes my friends will buy some things for me but most of time the TARDIS -"
"HELP! HELP!"
The voice seemed to be coming from around the corner and the pair exchanged a look. "Hold that thought, time to run." The Doctor grabbed Clara's hand and took off in the directions of the cries. They rounded the bend and down another turn to where a series of dumpsters were lined up. In between the last bin and a chain link fence was man being held by his neck by someone in a long dark coat. What was more, they were directly across from a blue police box that definitely should not have been there. The Doctor and Clara cautiously approached and saw the stranger holding the man was a young woman with waist length dark hair, slightly curled.
She sneered at the man in her grasp, "Tip next time, don't try to mug someone who's obviously not worried about being 'a girl like me in a place like this'."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the man whined. "Please let me go, I don't want any trouble."
"Too bad, you've got it."
The Doctor straightened up with a huff. "Sarah Amelia Pond!"
The girl stiffened, casting a side glance at him and Clara. "Sorry have we met? I don't think I've seen your face before."
"Cute," the Doctor crossed his arms. "Drop. Him."
Sarah grimaced, her tan features twisting in indignation. "Fine." She dumped the man unceremoniously to the ground. "He deserved it." Sarah pouted.
"I don't doubt it," the Doctor moved to get level with the thief, giving him a once over with the sonic. "Right then mate, you seem to be okay."
"Tha-thank-you-"
The man could barely stutter out his gratitude before the Doctor hauled him up by the collar, growling dangerously. "See that young lady, that's my daughter -"
"WHAT?" Clara squeaked.
"Attack her again or anyone else for that matter and you'll learn firsthand that we are the last family in this universe that you want to be on the bad side of. Got it?"
"Understood, I swear, never again." The Doctor loosened his grip and the thief took off. "Now then," the Doctor turned the girl. "Where are we Sarah?"
"With this face, it's Sky," the girl shot back, producing a diary from inside her coat, the Doctor doing the same. "In the grander scheme of things, the last time we were all together, you'd just found out who I was. I kicked about for bit, trying to investigate the Pact. I didn't see you anywhere until now."
"Good, well I just checked in on you in New New York about a few months ago. You were one at the time."
"Yes, in the care of Uncle Jack and Novice Hame," Sky sighed. "Not that strangest part of my life. This shouldn't be too difficult then. How are you dad?"
"Not too bad. Got into massive intergalactic standoff, regenerated for a thirteenth time, dated a dinosaur, other boring stuff. You?"
"Can't say."
"Of course you can't."
It was only then did the Doctor notice Clara staring between with her mouth agape, one eye twitching. "Oh and this is Clara."
"Hello." Sky waved once.
"Hi." Clara pointed at Sky. "Your daughter?"
The girl groaned, "Do you tell your companions anything important? Ever!? Does she even know that you have a wife?"
"Oh that bit I know," Clara jumped in, glad to finally have grasp on the situation. "Ridiculously late into our friendship I'll admit but it came out eventually."
"That's sounds about right. Well then, hello once more," Sky bowed. "I'm the Doctor and River Song's daughter. I was born Sarah Amelia Pond but when I regenerated, I took on the name Sky Song."
"Good to meet you, Clara Oswald," the pair shook hands. "So what brings you here?"
"I'm not sure, I'm sort of vibing my way through space and time at the moment." Sky glanced at the Doctor, "Nothing funny's been going on here has it?"
"Not that I know of," the Doctor frowned. "But with you around trouble is no doubt around the corner."
"Runs in the family," Sky grinned. "Let me just lock up and I'll walk with you a bit." She turned to the Police Box and locked the door. "Don't worry, it's not his. I just use this shell out of sentiment."
"Does that get you into more or less trouble in outer space?" Clara wondered.
"Both." Father and daughter said together. "Always both." The now threesome leisurely strolled back up the alley, chatting about the universe and travel and Sky's crusade against the Pact. Clara told anecdotes from her school, the Doctor finally got to explain how the TARDIS wardrobe worked and Sky recounted some of her adventures aside from her mission. The Doctor bought them all coffee and pastries and allowed the girls to drag him to a photo booth. It was casual although Sky's uneasiness was palpable.
"How about heading to the Hub then?" the Doctor offered. "Perhaps Jack ought to know what's happening?"
"I suppose," Sky pursed her lips as they exited the mall and made for the Doctor's TARDIS. "I just can't feeling like I'm missing something."
"We'll figure it out," Clara assured her.
Still Sky worried, "What am I missing?" As they walked down the sidewalk, they passed a newspaper box with that day's front page on the glass. MISSING HIKER PRESUMED DEAD, NO BODY RECOVERED