trans_9 | The wandering child comes home (Closed)

He didn't look alright, shirt off for the moment and chest and back a mass of bruises and bandages. He looked startled to see her, or like he might be if his face would accept such a dramatic change in expression with the current mottling of bruises and the line of stitches only a few inches over his left eye.

River. River, what a complicated thing. More complicated than anyone knew yet, he thought. He leaned back on the bed, studying her for a long moment before he spoke. Everything was still a muddled mess, and he still wasn't sure what think. River was an impossible, mad thing. One he wasn't sure how to register, one he wasn't sure how to handle, even with so much time stretched behind his eyes.

"You." He frowned, keeping his eyes on her, forehead furrowed. "Melody Pond. Hello again."

River had seen a lot in her day. The life of a time traveler's life had brought many sights to her. Wonderful, beautiful, and utterly terrifying - and that was just the tip of the ice burg. Still, seeing Rory so bruised and beaten up, she couldn't help wincing in sympathy. He looked like he'd been through hell. The kind of hell that even if one survives, they never come out the same person again. She's seen that look before. That haggard and worn down look on the Doctor's face. Now it was etched onto Rory's face as well.

That name.

Rory couldn't have dropped a bigger bomb on her, not even if he'd sprouted two heads and tentacles. That kind of stuff she could deal with, but this? There were no words. For the longest time all she could do was stand there like a frozen statue with her mouth slightly agape and her eyes quite wide.

Melody Pond. But how?

"I haven't been called by that name in a very long time."

Even her words came out a bit breathless.

"How?"

"We picked that name. We lost our daughter once, she was a dream. Bit off, but the sort of thing you get used to, traveling with him." He took a breath, still watching her. "But that was the name for our daughter. When we had her, she'd be called Melody."

He eased his arms back into the shirt.

"On the planet, they knew our pasts. I got a glimpse. Not the full picture. You telling Amy and I who you were."

He eyed her, thoughtful. "I'd like you to explain, please. Melody."

River wasn't quite sure what to say. This wasn't the time or place for Rory to find out. There was supposed to be an order to this. The Battle of Demon's run hadn't run it's course yet. Rory hadn't held little Melody in his arms yet. Hadn't lost her yet. At least, not according to his time line. Still, all things considered, he wouldn't remember this when everything returned to normal and everyone went back to their respective places and times.

Which left River at quite the crossroad.

Strangely, every time he says that name, River seems to flinch. He knows the name, but not the story behind it. River Song was Melody Pond, but at the same time, she wasn't. Melody Pond was that sweet, innocent baby girl who was stolen away from her family and the Doctor. River Song was the battle hardened warrior who had been reborn from the ashes of that lost little girl.

"Before I say anything, please stop calling me Melody. I'm River Song. I have been for a long time. Secondly, does the Doctor know? Did you....tell him?"

It was a bit difficult, to find yourself face to face with a daughter you didn't remember having. He found himself thinking of the two years that weren't, of the first time they'd seen their daughter on the sonograms. Of painting the bedroom, of picking her name.

Melody.

No, she wasn't, was she? Whoever she had become, she had grown to that person far from them, and he knew that, felt that. There was something in her eyes, in her face, traces of Amy. That stubborn tilt of her jaw, the way her nose wrinkled when she was cross. He could see so much of Amy, now that he was looking, and nothing of himself.

"It didn't come up, there were other things on both our minds." River could, would, had killed. Knowing what he did, he was a risk to her. Enough of a risk? He watched her, head tilted to the side, knowing that.

Knowing that his daughter might end him because it was safer for her to do so, and still watching her. His gun and his sword were across the room, far out of reach for him even uninjured. "River Song." He tested the words, studying her.

The only water, right? But what forest, what did that even mean? "I'll stop using it if you sit down."

Welcome to River Song's crazy life, Rory Williams.

She could see his gaze drift from her to his weapons on the other side of the room and no lies. It hurt. Yes, she was a convicted criminal. Yes, she had done something utterly unforgivable in her past. Something she didn't like to talk about. She'd killed a man, a very good man. The best man she had ever known - but that was neither here nor there. This wasn't something worth killing over. Least of all Rory. Hurting him - no. It never entered her mind. Seeing Rory again after so long had been both a blessing and a curse.

By the way, have a closer look. She definitely has Rory's nose. Yes, that's right. Mrs. Robinson has Amy's legs and Rory's nose. A Roman nose, the Doctor called it. Her Doctor.

"I'm glad. Listen, the Doctor can't know. Under no circumstances are you to tell him."

Oh, but he would know. Sooner or later. The more people that knew, the harder it became to keep a secret.

"I'm not...sure where I should begin. There's an order to things. Certain events were supposed to happen before you found out. Without those events, it becomes nearly impossible to decide where to start. Are you sure you even want to know?"

He looked, but he didn't take a move to them. Made no attempt to rise. He would have to trust her here, no matter what happened. No matter how much that risked.

A Roman nose that fit better on her face than his, harder to see. He saw Amy, saw Amy's fire and stubbornness. Not his own personality.

"Why?" He frowned, studying her.Trying to figure out the puzzle that was River Song. It seemed like everything he learned just made her more complicated and more of a mystery.

He rose, slow and careful, feet bare and rubbed raw as he crossed the room to strand in front of her, to study his daughter. It was a very hesitant gesture that brought his hand to her face, gentle. Like he might be had he been handling Molly, soothing away some minor upset.

"Certain events that brought you here. Yeah, little one, I want to know."

River Song knows better than anyone else how hard it must be to trust her. A virtual stranger who had blown into their lives with no warning at all and no light to shed on her past. At least, until now. Rory knew one of the secrets she seemed so insistent on keeping from the Doctor.

"Melody Pond is just a name - Rory you're injured! Get back in that bed!" It's there in her voice, a higher pitched note of concern. Worry for his safety and comfort. Typically that pitch of voice was reserved for the Doctor. It must have clicked into place for him now. Those strange looks she had given him from time to time. How white her face had gotten when she'd seen him holding Molly.

She goes unnaturally still when he touches her face and in her eyes, the saddest look ever. Ghosts of blurry memories came to her. Like the Doctor she held the ability to form a psychic connection and this close - she couldn't stop it from happening.

Melody Pond is a superhero

It's me. I'm Melody. I'm your daughter.

"Rory, don't."

She takes his hands from her face. Gentle, but firm. It's too much, too fast.

"I'm not little."

It was hard to keep her composure. She's not trying to be harsh, but the touch to her face had brought an unwanted contact with his mind. Not as strong as the Doctor's link, but it was there. Looking into his eyes, she felt the pull of his gaze. Questioning her. A father's touch. How had he made that transition so quickly?

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"Yeah, it is. But names tie us to things. To people. I've had worse, so don't fuss. I'm hardly going to fall over taking a few steps across the room."

But the concern was almost...soothing, he hadn't heard her get quite that adamant before. She sounded even more like her mother. And now it did make sense, her reaction to Molly and Conner. The life she hadn't been allowed given to her brother and sister. The life she must have wanted.

His brain was enough of a muddle at the moment that the Doctor would have trouble getting a straight answer, his own memories suddenly extending nearly two thousand years, the memories of the cloned Doctor, shoved into his head like an overflowing bottle. Getting anything from that would be difficult.

"Very little. I'm more than old enough to have a grown daughter, baby Pond, and for me to still think of you as a child." He let her pull his hand away from her face, gripping hers briefly in his own. "I asked you to sit, River. Now please, if you're standing it feels like we're aruging, and I would rather talk."

He was a father, he'd two children already. One of them grown and just as difficult. The only thing missing, the only real difference between her and Conner, was the simple fact that he had held Conner as an infant, and he hadn't done that with Melody yet.

"Sometimes I forget." That he's the lone centurion. That he's older even then the Doctor himself. Poor Rory, constantly underestimated. His meddle had obviously been tested while he was away. He'd grown some. In ways only Amy and River could see. She'd seen the Doctor mature as well. Growing older. The weight of their years were contained in their eyes. No matter how young their faces looked, the eyes were the window to the ancient soul inside.

Her hand trembles slightly in his hold. Not quite the tiny little grasping fingers he might have hoped for. No. Her hand was roughened from the use of weapons all her life. Not unlike his own sword roughened hands.

She wants to say more, but it looks like Rory is going to have his way. Silently, she nods and pulls a chair up to sit down. Melody Pond is long gone, but not entirely dead. Her hand remains in his, but she doesn't start speaking until he takes a seat as well. Back in his bed, preferably.

"All I know is what I have been told by the Doctor - My Doctor - and what I do know is only so I know the right time to reveal myself." River Song had been there, but her memories don't quite stretch back that far. She'd only been a baby at the time. "Not long after your honey moon, Amy is going to become pregnant. She'll be replaced with a ganger - a perfect clone - and no one will be the wiser - not even the clone will know because she'll have all of Amy's memories, personality, everything."

"I forgot for awhile too. It's easy, apparently, to forget it. Harder once you remember to forget it again." He settled carefully on the edge of the bed, taking more from his experience looking after Conner than Molly for his grown daughter. He kept her hand, battle worn though it was, tight in his own. He brought his other hand to cradle it, gently rubbing her fingers. Soothing, protective. She's his daughter, and he never considered only parenting halfway.

"Amy gets taken? Why? What would they want with us or you?" He scowled, the face of a protector who's protectorate had been challenged and isn't at all happy about it. His hands tightened very slightly around her fingers, making it obvious that she, too, was now included in that number. In the people that Rory protected.

Of course, only Rory would be so quick to welcome a criminal into his family. River Song was not to be trusted, yet everyone seemed to forget this. Not knowing where to begin, she decided to stick with the story up until the end of the Battle of Demon's Run. It was like spinning a fairy tale out of the cobwebs of memory. Only this fairy tale didn't have a happily ever after. Not until the Doctor came into her life. Being there, seeing the heart broken look on Amy and Rory's faces. The Doctor demanding to know who she is. She's been through all of that. She's been through it twice. Once as an infant and again as an adult.

Her hand is still in his and she's not entirely looking at him. What to tell him? Why Melody Pond had been kidnapped in the first place.

"Rory, understand this. You were supposed to be dead. The universe and time itself swallowed you up. Yet you bounced back, good as new, thanks to Amy's memories and love for you. Amy grew up with a crack in her wall, radiating all that time and universal energy into her head. I was conceived mid-flight through the time vortex. Add all that together and you get something special, something unique. Something the universe has never seen since the Gallifreyan natives were first able to sense time."

She pauses to take a deep breath. Here it comes.

"They wanted me because you two managed to cook up the closest thing to a Time Lord that the universe has seen in a long time. Me."

If she was expecting rejection, she was looking to the wrong Roman. He'd been alive for a very long time, and seen and done far too much to judge her based on what little knowledge he had of what she had done.

"Yeah, that I do know." He frowned slightly, listening to her intently, trying to wrap his exhausted head around what she was telling him.

He exhaled sharply, hand tight around her fingers. "They took you to make you a weapon. Didn't they? That's..."

There were few things in the universe that Rory was willing to kill for. Few things, but his family rested squarely at the top of the list. There was something of the Roman Centurion in his gaze when he looked at her, the well trained military man. The old, impossibly ancient guardian who had seen more wars than he cared to count.

"They took her and you right after our honeymoon. Where? Where did they take you?"

Smart boy. He obviously understood that the Doctor had enemies out there. Enemies that were both cunning and resourceful. "Naturally, they'd seen what the Doctor had done, what he was capable of doing and they wanted to get their hands on their very own Time Lord. To fight fire with fire. Their last hope, they called me. In a bitter war that was never real to begin with."

It explained a lot about her personality. Her penchant and expertise in weaponry, the cold swiftness of how she'd executed the Dalek who had tried to kill the Doctor. Made it beg for mercy, made it tremble before her.

"By the time the Doctor knew for certain, Amy was in labor. You and the Doctor nearly tore down the very foundations of time and space to get Amy back. She was being kept on a base called Demon's Run."

Her hand in his, steadying him against his anger and rage. It was amazing how she could remain so calm, but then again this is her life, her beginning.

"The Doctor called in the debts owed to him and took down an entire army. You took back Melody Pond - at least you thought you did. It was a ganger and by the time you lot found out, the real Melody was far away. The battle was won, but the war had only begun. That's the story of my birth and I'm afraid that's all I can tell you."

It was enough. It was more than enough. Demon's Run, he'd remember that name. Remember that letting him take his daughter back was a trick. Remember that they had taken Amy away and hidden her to take their daughter. He knew more than enough now, to prevent it.

"I think, little Melody, that they forgot to think of something when they thought to take you." He gave her hand a squeeze, voice completely level. "Time Lords can be amazing things, wonderful things."

But Gallifrey had fallen, just like Rome had. Her last remaining child danced across the universe like a mad man. Empires fell, even those that thought they could last forever. Empires fell and their children remained.

"But you are our daughter, River. And no matter what happens, I won't let them take you or Amy again."

Two of his children taken to be weapons, only this time he could do something to stop it. He couldn't warn the Doctor, but he could do what was needed to protect those he loved. And it would be enough.

Oh Rory, that's not how things work.

Her hand breaks free of his, severing their brief connection quite abruptly. "I don't think you'll remember when all of this is through and besides that, you can't change how things work out. Time will rewrite itself. The Doctor and I might not - there are things that have to happen." She didn't want one line of her life with the Doctor rewritten. Not one single millisecond of time.

"I know you don't like it, but time could rewrite a much worse ending. The bad things have to happen in order for the good things to follow."

She highly doubted he'd remember, but it was a warning she had to give.

"And the Doctor can't know about this, Rory." Oh yes, the Doctor would be overjoyed to learn that he wasn't completely alone in the universe, that there was someone like him, someone who understood the burdens placed upon him and loved him despite all of that. But it opened the door to more questions. River's beginning provoked more how's and why's. What happened after the Battle of Demon's run? What had become of Melody Pond? Who did River kill? Why did she kill? What kept her bound to her cell?

He snorted, a faint noise of dismissal. "Forgetting this? Forgetting any of this, even one moment, means something worse for me. It means your brother and sister are torn from our lives. It means Molly goes back to being a thing to be used up and tossed in the trash. It means that so many people I care about are simply forgotten. Even if it would somehow protect your time line, I wouldn't allow it to happen. There is always a choice."

He shook his head. "That's a logical fallacy, assuming that the best possible result is you being raised in hostile territory. Time can be changed, altered. Things can be made better. The universe exploded, after all, and we dragged it all back, didn't we River?" He hadn't lived that time yet, but he knew there were so many impossibilities tied into the concept. All of them tied to Amy and the Doctor, with him there only as a witness.

They had done so many impossible things, and the Doctor had done quiet a few more. He had to believe that no matter how impossible, there was a point in time where he could save this daughter too.

"I don't think the Doctor will be going near my head for at least a few months, River, after that mission. So you don't need to fear that. I told you I wouldn't tell him." He watched her, making himself lean back and not forward. He didn't care who she killed, or what her reasons were. Those things mattered less than anything in the grand scheme of things. In his grand scheme of things. She was a Time Lord, like the Doctor, which meant that she could read his thoughts, if she really wanted to. That must have been why she pulled away before, still young enough that she didn't have control what she saw. But not so young as the other Doctor, who was so caught on the edge of glee and want to share that he-she, now, he guessed-didn't have much regard for the fact that his mind couldn't come close to taking it.

"River, look at me." He kept his love for his children to the forefront of his thoughts, his growing fondness for her. The love and loss that he and Amy had experienced in their dream of her. How much she had meant to them, their impossible much longed for daughter, he couldn't force her to look, but if she happened to, that was what he wanted her to find. "I'm very old and you have enough of Amy's stubbornness that you're not going to listen to me, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Time, the way you think things need to happen, is never set entirely in stone. Not with us hopping back and forth in it. There are points that even the Doctor says things can be changed. No matter what it takes, no matter how long, no matter if I need to go to the end of time itself and back again, I will protect my family. All of it."

That included her, that included Molly and Conner. He would not sacrifice one child for the comfort of another.

"No, Rory. I won't be who I am today without those memories." Without those dark times, who knows what would become of River Song. "You might save Melody Pond, but you'll kill River Song....and most likely the Doctor as well." Who would be there to save the Doctor? To watch over him, to guard him, to have his back and to fight away the evil things that try and harm him? Melody Pond, without her training in weaponry, wouldn't have a prayer. Even being raised by the Lone Centurion and Amy Pond. Without River Song, the universe would have to stretch to contain more threats. The Doctor might not even come to treasure her as much as he will in the future.

Oh, sure. Her birthday would become an even more cherished event. There would be birthday parties with cake and other children to play with instead of being lost, alone, and frightened. Primed for a war that never existed in the first place. The Doctor would still be there. He'd swoop her up and tell her she has a Roman nose - it was a pretty picture. Something she'd given serious thought to, once upon a time.

"Not those memories. Not one line, Rory Williams. If you remember, then so will I and I'll make sure to thwart whatever you try." That's not a threat, it's a promise. "You don't know the chain of events you could set off. Melody Pond wouldn't even know how to hold a gun. The Battle of Demon's run has to run it's course."

He's projecting his thoughts onto her. It's something she can pick up, but not as strongly as the Doctor. It's like being bathed in the warmth of an intense sun, so bright and encompassing. "Rory." She chokes on his name, chokes on the intensity of his feelings for her. Rory the Roman, Rory the protector....

"I wanted a family, I think. Once, a long time ago. I wanted birthday parties and cakes, scraped knees and someone to tell me that it'll all be okay. Someone to chase all the bad monsters away. But it can't be like that."

He was the last person that argument would work on. Everyone died, even the Doctor, eventually.

He'd seen enough death in his existence that he knew that. Had seen him die and come back only a few hours before this. He reached out, capturing her hands again and looking at her, eyes serious. "And who, River Song, is to say that growing up with a family that loves you and gives you the ability to fight to protect yourself wouldn't make you a better person?" He squeezed her hands, shaking his head. "Everyone dies, River. Everyone. Eventually, the candle burns out. We've all a day that will be our last and there's nothing for that. What's to be done, what's to be valued, is the beauty of the flame as it sends the shadows dancing."

He laughed at the threat, hands still holding hers, something dangerous in thought and smile informing her that if it had been anyone else, there would have been a problem. "River Song, did you just threaten to stop me from protecting my family?" He smiled. "You can try, Ms. Song. I only need to prevent one of two things, Amy's taking or Melody's. Prevent either of those and I doubt very much that my Melody will think to stop me from any further action I take to protect her past. You mistake being raised a human for weakness, your mother and I would teach our daughter how to protect herself and others. Being a Time Lord is an amazing, wonderful thing full of magic. But there is just as much magic to be found in your humanity, my stubborn daughter."

He gave her hands a squeeze, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead, voice soft. "You'll have that. It can be like that. Trust me. The only thing standing between you and that now is you, little one."

"Everyone knows that everybody dies, Rory. I'll die, someday. I've seen the Doctor die. That doesn't frighten me. You and I see time in different wavelengths. Just because you've been a time traveler for awhile, doesn't make you an expert on what you can and cannot change." She doesn't want his hands now. When he tries to capture hers, she takes a step back and looks at him with dark, serious, and utterly stormy eyes. River Song means business here.

"Let me tell you something about being a Time Lord. It's not a blessing, it's a curse." Seeing the ripples of time and space, knowing that you're different from everyone around you, a freak of evolution. A human with Time Lord DNA. "I can't let you go through with it, Rory. I won't. Melody Pond will be found eventually, never fear that. A happy childhood isn't for me. It's for Molly." She meant every word of what she said. It seemed that the two of them were at a cross road.

"You can't take the chance of what it will change. I can't take that chance either. It's a coin toss and who's to say Melody's kidnappers won't find a better, more clever way to take her?"

"You can't stop me from trying." His voice was gentle, soft, but unyielding. "There's only one way to stop that, River. Because I won't stop. It won't happen. To give up on you."

He shook his head, meeting her gaze and not faltering for a moment.

"I told the Doctor something once, a very long time ago. When the stars went out and all of creation was blinking out of existence. Amy is the universe for me. Amy is more important to me than every star going out and nothing ever being. My children are equally important to me. If there is a chance, any chance, even the smallest, most microscopic chance, River, for me to save my daughter, then I will take it. No matter how the coin falls. And if they think of a better way to take her, then I'll think of a better, more clever way to protect her."

He made eye contact, eyes soft, keeping his thoughts open for her to look at if she wanted. You were loved. You were wanted. You were valued. Molly will have a baby sister. Conner will have a baby sister. You may be different, you may think of yourself as a freak, but your family loves you.

"Just like you can't stop me from preventing your interference." River counters. Her eyes still have a hard edge to them. She understands though, where he's coming from. She'd do the same, if she were in his position. That's why she'd not being too harsh with him at the moment. She knew it was all coming from a good place. He wanted to protect his family. He wanted his children to have a happy, healthy life. That's all any parent could hope for.

"Believe me, Rory, I understand. Family is everything to me. The Doctor is everything to me too. I don't want one line of my life with him to change. I love that man with all my heart and if things turn out differently, who knows what could happen."

It was strange to think of it that way. That River was actually Molly and Conner's baby sister - seeing as she hadn't even been born yet according to Amy and Rory. "Rory, we'll have to agree to disagree on this."

"Yeah. I think we will. There's nothing we can do about it from this side of the universe, regardless of how strong we feel about it."

He didn't speak for a moment just watching River.

"There's one thing I want you to remember. On this ship, and once we get back." He didn't rise, looking at the tangle of bandages covering his hand. "No matter what, no matter how this plays out, Melody Pond is my daughter, and that will never change." He glanced up, making certain she understood what he was really saying.

Rory had to do what he thought was best for his future family, just like River had to do what she thought was best for her future with the Doctor. For her own future family that may or may not come from her union with the Doctor.

"I know, Rory. In fact, I have something that I think you'd be interested in." To shift the strained atmosphere between them in this room, she flips open her little blue TARDIS diary and ruffles through some of the pages. It takes her a little while to find it, but eventually she flips to a certain page towards the beginning of the book and produces a small picture.

She hands the picture over to Rory. It's Amy, dressed in white and holding baby Melody. Granted, the picture looks more frayed with age compared to the one Amy Pond will eventually stumble across. River has been carrying it around in her diary for who knows how long.

"You're not going to tell Amy, are you?"

The look Rory gives her is all parent. He reached out, slowly taking the picture and staring at it. At his family.

He let himself drink it in, carefully stroking the faces of the people in the picture, face soft.

He couldn't keep it, he knew he couldn't, but he could imprint the image in his mind.

"You're both beautiful." His girls. His beautiful girls. It was enough to give any sane man a pause. He brushed his fingers against the picture one last time before handing it back to River. He would get it, get that image once they returned. But it meant more at the moment to River, or she wouldn't have spent all this time dragging it about in her book of secrets.

"Thank you for showing me that."

He looked away, frowning. "I can't promise that she won't find out, Amy...well." His smile softened further. "She knows me too well, but all I'll tell her is that I saw our daughter on the planet, or security footage of her. That it was a future Earth and we named her Melody. And that she will be amazing."

Watching Rory stroke that picture, it certainly does things to her heart. Her face goes soft, losing the hard edge that had been there mere minutes before when they had been arguing.

When he hands it back, she tucks the picture into her diary and carefully shuts it once more. Tucking that diary back from whence it came. There were other pictures in that diary and many more secrets where that came from.

"I thought you'd enjoy it." At least Rory had the sense to not tell the whole truth. However, she's well aware just how bad Rory is at keeping secrets, especially from his wife. "That sounds like a good story to tell. I worry because the more people who know, the harder it is to keep a secret from the Doctor."

"I do, yes. I'm glad she got to hold you. I'm glad that you at least have that." And he wouldn't forget that, not for a moment. Amy holding their daughter.

It was just another reason he had to do this.

"If he goes looking, I can't hide it from him." He tapped his forehead, then let the hand drop back to the bed. "But I doubt very much he'll go looking, after his counterpart rummaged through there. What Amy will know is not something that can hurt you, Melody was the name we picked together."

"I don't remember." River admits quietly. Even Time Lords can't remember that far back. Watching Amy and Rory with Molly, that was the closest thing she could get to witnessing how they must have been with little Melody.

"He won't pry. Just don't let anything slip." So Rory's had his head messed with. The Doctor definitely wouldn't be peeking into Rory's head any time soon. "None of you ever suspected." She says quietly, remembering coming across Amy during the crash of the byzantium. Keeping her alive have been imperative. Rory too, later during the Pandorica adventure. Keeping her parents alive seemed to be a full time job.

"I'm sorry you don't. Amy's an amazing mum, she would have been fantastic with you."

He nodded. "I can keep my mouth shut, River." he sighed, bringing the hand up to rub his face. "I'm sorry that we didn't. I wish we had."

"Don't be sorry for anything, Rory. My life turned out just fine. More or less. I grew up, fell in love, got married.... Funny how I get to see my parents more now that I'm nearing the end of my time line. Not everyone can say that." Instead of when she could have used them during her childhood. "Everything's backwards and topsy turvy."

Who knows how long they'll be on this ship. She has plenty of time to get to know Rory and Amy Pond better. "We may be stuck here for quite awhile."

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