Spring 1909

Kathy is taking a holiday with Carlyle and Ashildr. The two seem so busy these days that Kathy is enjoying spending time with her son and daughter-in-law as she is hardly able to spend time with the two of them. After taking a look around the Eiffel Tower, they notice a crowd going into the Galerie d'Art de Parisiennes so naturally the trio head over to see what's going on.

They are greeted by a young woman, though really anyone's young to them. "Hello! Please come in. Balcony room is off limits to guests because it has recently been painted."

"Thank you." Carlyle says, Ashildr's arm wrapped around his while Kathy trails next to them as they follow the crowd through the building.

It's an enjoyable time going around, except for the painting of the Weeping Angel which the three of them quickly disposed of. No blinking. They appreciate one of Vincent van Gogh's self-portraits, Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies, Scotland Forever!, The Tree of Life, and The Kiss. A while later, the trio is looking at a painting of an elderly woman knitting near a fireplace. Suddenly, they hear a scream coming from a nearby room.

"What was that?" Carlyle questions.

They run to the room to find it almost empty: aside from the paintings and a pen ominously spinning on the floor.

"Okay that is not right." Ashildr remarks.

Kathy can hear the sounds of other curious guests coming. "We need to get rid of them, somethings not right here."

"I'll do it." Kathy hears Carlyle getting rid of the people by telling them that free coffee is being given across the street.

Kathy uses her sonic screwdriver to scan for life readings. It begins to start flashing when it points at the Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies painting. "Mmm."

"What is it?" Ashildr asks curiously, hovering over her shoulder.

"There's life inside that painting." Kathy says as Carlyle re-enters.

Her son frowns. "Why and how is that possible?"

"Eh, heard of this before. In the future the Mona Lisa will come alive in the International Gallery in London 'cause it was painted with a certain paint." Kathy recalls. "She could put people into paintings."

"Do you think that's what happened here?"

Kathy frowns. "Maybe." Could it though? There are no people in any of the paintings from what she can see so what is it?

As they approach the painting Kathy had been analysing, two large black hands reach out from behind it and pull them inside the painting and before they know it, they find themselves falling on their backsides onto a bridge over a pond of water lilies. What the—

"Where are we? Is this the painting?!" Ashildr exclaims in alarm as they all get back on their feet.

Suddenly, Kathy can hear what sounds like something emerging out of the water. She turns to some sort of creature. It's a black ball with long arms with claws at the end. Must be what pulled them into the painting. It bares its teeth at them, growling and bounds over to them, beginning a chase. They all stare at it in alarm and shock.

"Uh, we need to get out of here!" Kathy cries, backing away hurriedly along with the other two.

"How?" Her daughter-in-law retorts.

"Maybe if we run to the edge of the painting, we might fall out?" Carlyle suggests.

"Worth a try I suppose."

They reach the painting's edge but instead of emerging back into the room they were once in, they're in another painting.

"Well, that's an interesting development." Kathy mutters as she looks around at what appears to be a forest surrounding them.

"It's coming again!" Carlyle yells and they begin to run once again.

"Why are we running?" Ashildr questions. "We should stop it."

"We will, once we get away, we can form a plan." Kathy assures her.

They end up going through several paintings before they end up in one that's a building in Paris and it's where they find the woman who greeted them. She isn't alone, as there are three other victims of the alien with her. They all look terrified, clinging to one another in a corner.

"Ah, hello." Carlyle greets. His eyes flicker behind him, checking to see if the creature had followed but there's no sign of it yet. Kathy and Ashildr give small waves.

A growl stops any further conversation, and they turn to find the creature approaching them.

"The thing! The thing! It's coming!" One of the victims, who looks to be a cleaner, cries, clinging to the woman from the gallery who appears more out together but equally shaken.

Okay, Kathy needs to come up with something quick because this creature is clearly not going to let up any time soon. Then it hits her.

She turns to the woman who had greeted them. "Do you have a pen?"

The woman blinks at her but grabs a pen from her pocket. "Uh, yes? Why?" Kathy ignores her and grabs the pen. "What are you doing?!"

Kathy uses the woman's pen to draw a door on the building's wall, creating a doorway back into the art gallery.

"Come on!"

They all bolt through the door with the creature in hot pursuit and find themselves back in the room they were originally in.

"It's trying to get out!" One of the victims, a woman dressed in some sort of jumpsuit, cries.

As the creature tries to leave the painting, Kathy points her sonic screwdriver at the painting and uses it to prevent it from leaving for a couple of minutes. "That's not going to hold it."

Ashildr turns to the gallery woman. "Where's the balcony?"

"Uh, down the hall. Why would you need—"

Ashildr darts off, leaving the rest of the woman's sentence in the dust. Kathy flashes a questioning look to Carlyle who simply shrugs. Ashildr comes darting back in with a can of paint just as the creature begins to reach for them from another painting. Ashildr throws the entire can at the painting, splattering it with white paint, and trapping it.

Kathy sighs in relief before turning to glance at the gallery woman, who's staring at the ruined painting. Ah. Kathy winces. "Sorry about that."

The woman blinks out of her daze and glances at Kathy, Ashildr and Carlyle and quickly shakes her head. "Oh, no, no. It's brilliant."

"W– what?" Carlyle splutters.

"It's truly a masterpiece." The woman continues. "It speaks volumes about the war scene that can be seen peeking underneath."

Weird but okay, Kathy can roll with that.

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December 1914

"Jack? Jack?" The voice echoes in his head almost muffled. He frowns, groaning. "Come on. Open those pretty eyes for me."

That causes Jack to open his eyes to see Kathy sitting on the chair next to his bed, light brown hair tied into a neat plait, blue eyes twinkling. He smirks. "You think my eyes are pretty?"

Kathy smirks back. "Knew that would wake you up."

He lets out another groan. He looks around at the hospital around him. The ward smells due to the wounded littered about in the other beds. Christmas decorations cover the ward to bring up the spirits of the patients.

He tries to lift his head but ends up wincing, the pounding in his head gets louder. Kathy winces sympathetically, reaching forward to help adjust him in his bed.

"There, there." She murmurs. "You got hit in the head by a bullet remember? You're still recovering from that bullet that hit you in the head."

"I'll be fine by tomorrow." He tries to shrug it off.

Kathy scoffs. "Yeah, but to keep up pretence of a normal human that's just been shot, you'll have to be in here a bit longer so to not raise too many suspicions. We both know nine times out of ten I'm correct."

"Yeah, like when?" Jack scoffs.

Kathy raises an eyebrow. "That time I told you to set up that bank eight years ago as you'll make a small fortune in less than a century's time?"

"Yet to be proven."

"Fair enough." Kathy accepts. "What about how I'd advised you against getting into a relationship with Alison and Miles? You're lucky I managed to stop Miles from killing his wife."

Jack pouts, unwilling to admit she's right. He's just glad she's here. After Strax's passing a few years earlier, Kathy had been 'busy' quite a lot and he hadn't heard much from her. Jack doesn't say this though and instead groans in annoyance rather than pain this time. "Urgh. What are you doing here? Thought you were in Yorkshire?"

Kathy makes a failed attempt not to snigger and gives him a patronising sympathetic pat on his shoulder. "I was but then I got a letter saying my darling brother had been wounded. I immediately ran to be at his side." She remarks.

A nurse approaches them. "Miss Harkness? Your brother needs rest so I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Kathy flashes the nurse a big, charming smile, making the nurse blush slightly. "Of course." Kathy turns to Jack with a cheeky smile. "Bye, bye Jack." She gives him a little as she leaves.

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December 1920

Kathy huffs as she climbs up the hill, dodging the piles of poo that come with a field containing a herd of cows. She glances at them suspiciously. Despite having met and dealt with (and will) more terrifying creatures, Kathy Davis has had too many traumatic moments with these mammals.

She shakes her head and continues on. Finally, she reaches the correct corner of the field to find a young lad dressed in period-appropriate clothing, sitting on a wall eating an apple while a woman dressed like she's from the early 21st century. Ah, yes.

"Am I on time?" Kathy calls as she approaches Kathy Nightingale and Ben, the guy she will marry, as they argue back and forth about whether they are in Hull or London before he shoves a newspaper at her.

Kathy Nightingale spins around and narrows her eyes at her. "Who are you?" The newspaper hangs clenched in one of her fists.

"I'm Katherine, but people call me Kathy. I see you've met Ben." Kathy introduces.

Ben blinks in confusion. The lad is probably having a right old day today. "How do you know me?"

Kathy waves her hand as if to say it's not important before turning to Kathy Nightingale. "Look, I just need to talk, alright? I know what happened to you."

Kathy Nightingale grabs the newspaper from Ben and thrusts it at Kathy. "Go on then, whoever you are. Explain this. How can I be in Hull in 1920?"

"A Weeping Angel sent you back in time." Might as well come straight out with it.

Kathy Nightingale gawps. "What?"

"Those stone statues. Remember? They were alive and they send people back in time with just one touch."

Kathy Nightingale looks overwhelmed but hopeful as she turns to Kathy desperately pleading, "But it can be fixed, right? Will I be able to see them again, my family?"

Kathy winces. "I'm sorry no. Not in this situation."

"Why not?"

"Because things already set in motion." Kathy says apologetically.

"But Sally is going to be wondering where I am and my brother…" Kathy Nightingale chokes out before cutting herself off. Ben, while looking absolutely baffled at the entire situation, reaches out to touch her shoulder in comfort but ends up letting it hover before retracting it.

"The best you can do is write a letter later down the line which can be passed onto Sally just after you disappeared." Kathy explains, cringing as she knows it's not much of a comfort.

"When?"

"1980s ish?"

"That long?!" Kathy Nightingale exclaims.

"I'm so sorry."

Kathy Nightingale huffs. "No, I'm not mad at you. I can tell this ain't your fault. What do I do now?"

"Spoilers. But I'm sure you'll be alright in the capable hands of Ben Wainwright here." Kathy gives a small cheeky grin, gesturing at said man.

Ben glances at her confused but shrugs and flashes Kathy Nightingale a grin. She pulls an irate face at him. Ah, romance in the air.

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A/N: Wanted to write Kathy during moments in between adventures, spending time with family and picking up some loose ends. Next time will include a wasp.