A/N: this is still a bit of introduction before real adventures begin.
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Chapter 1

"Try again".

"Nothing? Again?".

"Something, but I'm afraid not really what you- try again".

We've been sitting in the kitchen for two hours. I'm tired and hungry. Can't even pretend I'm sleepy. Wonder if I can prove sleep is a fun activity and make it into a Time Lord thing. Yep. Definitely going to do that. I'll start a campaign, sleep for fun. I'll even make buttons.

The Doctor looks at me bored.

I try to focus, looking at him. I close my eyes and put two fingertips on my temple, theatrically.

"That's not- that's not necessary".

Yeah, I know it's not. It's what they do in the X-Men movies.

I groan. "Nothing? Anything?".

"I've got, uhm, let's see, the lyrics to There is a light that never goes out - nice one, always loved them - the stops on the Piccadilly Line from Hammersmith to King's Cross, your friend Paul's address and apparently, some very vivid and frankly not needed details about his skills at-".

"Okay, okay, okay", I interrupt him, blushing.

Ding goes the microwave.

"Is it apple pie?" I ask, as he jumps on his feet, spinning around the table. Seconds later he returns with my slice of apple pie.

"Well at least it looks like the Tardis can hear you".

Of course I'm not telling him that the Tardis have always picked up what I wanted to eat and that it has nothing to do with the telepathic abilities he insists on training. Not until I take my first bite.

"Not really", I admit, still chewing. I never did this in my whole life, talk while I'm eating. Oh god, maybe being gross is another Time Lord thing I'll have to get used to. Seriously hoping not.

"I know, but you looked like you were starving. Let's take a break. Eat, we'll give it another try later".

"Thank you very much Doctor, I will enjoy my break". I flash him a happy-baby smile. He looks at me puzzled. Honestly, he's having so much patience with me, I can't thank him enough.

I suppose he never did something like this, and it's frustrating how slow I seem to be on the learning path. But at the same time, I think he's quite relieved at not-being-the-last-of-the-time-lords so he's willing to indulge me and be patient.

By the way, it's not like he's spoiling me. I'm still on trial, I guess. I did already make a few mistakes, and let's not count the very many mistakes I did as a human. Besides, I think he's still on edge about, well, you know, feelings. Sometimes he looks at me like I'm his buddy, his female-bro, like he always did when Martha was still around, and sometimes I have this dread that he's somehow into me.

Which is something I'm not even willing to admit. I think I fancied him a bit, some time ago, but then, well, the last two years happened, and everything changed.

Since the Master's funeral pyre we've been around for... I don't know if I should count days? since I'm not sleeping and all. He's been showing me around, telling me things, charging me with informations, checking if I have memories.

I don't.

I was made a Time Lord by a really superior mind - that's what the Doctor said, so - but not on Gallifrey. I'm artificial. I was born as a Time Lord hidden in a human, all my memories are just glimpses of things my maker - my Master - knew.

I never stepped foot on Gallifrey (and never will). My mind is now bigger and I think faster and I easily understand stuff that always look very complicated, but it's what I got from him.

Oh, and now, there's the timelines thing, of course. That alone gave me headaches for days. The thing is - being a Time Lord, you see everything. All that is, all that was, all that ever will be. My mind is constantly spinning, apparently crazy in imagination, except it's not imagination, it's every possible future.

The Doctor says I'm still adjusting and that I will get used to it. Just ignore it, he says. So I'm practising, just like with the telepathic communication thing. And piloting the Tardis! Which is the most fun practice so far. There's a lot of practice involved. Now I'm focusing on ignoring the timelines.

Like right now, as we are in the console room, anything could happen. If I pull the wrong lever or push the wrong button... wait, did I leave the shields down? Because, if I did that, there are a few things that could happen now. See? Practicing two things at the same time.

I mean, we could even crash into the...

No, wait, that's not me trying to isolate and ignore the timelines, that's what just happened.

"What?", the Doctor repeats a few times blinking at me, before turning over a life preserver that says Titanic. And, there's the fog horn. Because of course, we're that lucky.

"Sorry", I say, with a strained smile, as we get up from the crash.

"Happens", he raises his eyebrows and guides me to the console. "Here. This will start the repairings", he shows me.

Boy, he's going to need a lot of patience with me.

Or, maybe he's being kind and totally fine about my crashing the Tardis just because he too crashes a lot. Actually, I'm not sure I want to take driving lessons from him. Can't wait for him to meet River.

"Sorry", I repeat.

"Don't worry. Best if we leave the Tardis do her thing - and, since we're on a break from training, would you fancy a look around?".

"But it's fixed", I say, as I follow him past the doors, grabbing my jacket. "I mean, I think, am I right?". I don't want to end up in a situation in which we can't change things. And, if I recall, if there's an iceberg around, the water probably isn't very warm.

"Yeeeah. You're getting better at it", he says as we step into the dining room, where there's a champagne buffet, and a brass band is playing Jingle Bells.

"Maybe we could have thought earlier about clothes", I tell him, nodding at his blue, almost invisibly pinstriped, suit. I'm wearing my favourite oversized white tee and black skinny jeans, with black laced boots. It's basically my uniform lately.

He takes a look at me, head to toes. I've cut my hair short and bleached them almost white after the Master's funeral, because after two years without a haircut they were too long and messy and reminded me of a bad moment in my life. Oh, who am I kidding, I just wanted a change. The literal fresh cut. I still have the piercings though, and they don't exactly blend in with 1912. See? One more Time lord trick. I can always tell what year it is. Bye bye google.

"We look just fine. Besides, the Titanic did travel for a while before crashing into the iceberg, it's probably been-".

He stops, looking around. Well, everybody is dressed period, Edwardian dresses and everything, but there's something quirk around I would have noticed anyway, Time Lord or not: there are golden skinned statues of angels and I swear one just moved as we passed by.

Well that, or the small red-skinned, spike-face alien who just walked by in front of us. Wearing a tuxedo jacket.

I open my mouth to speak but the Doctor's already glaring at me with a curious frown.

"Right...", he says realizing as we look at planet Earth from a window.

Attention all passengers. The Titanic is now in orbit above Sol Three, also known as Earth. Population, Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas, the tannoy says.

I stare quietly looking outside. It's beautiful. Except for that time the older Doctor brought me to the Moon after the whole ordeal with the astronaut suit, I'm not used to see big green and blue planet Earth from a window. He tries to impress everyone by flying to the farest corners of the universe, but humans, we're, I mean, they're simple. Just watching Earth from this orbit, very close, if you think about where the Tardis could go, would be enough to amaze anyone.

"So... how about raiding the Tardis closet for a period dress?", he smiles.

Well, anyone but him, of course.

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