Child of Insane (A Doctor Who fanfiction)

Denials and Truths

"I-I," Charity stuttered "I don't know what you're talking about, Alice never had a daughter!" Charity's hands were shaking so badly she almost dropped the ear piece. "Charity, please-" "No!" She cut him off. "Stay away from me Frank! Don't tell a poor woman aged by time and wounded by sorrows that you've found her dead daughter's child!" Charity could feel tears leaking out of her eyes, but she resolutely brushed them away with the back of her hand. "You made your choice, Frank." She said "Don't go back on it."
Then she hung up.

"Carmen!" She snapped at the maid who was dusting the rail. Startled, Carmen dropped the duster. "¿Sí?" She asked, in a petrified squeak. Charity never had gotten so mad as she looked now. "If anybody calls here again, do not answer it if it is a man named Mr. Baum." Carmen nodded, and retrieved her duster. Charity spun around and grabbing her hat and checkered coat off the rack as she called out to Carmen, "I will be back in a half of an hour." The door banged close behind her and Carmen was left standing in an empty hall with only the ornate grandfather clock's ticking as her companion.
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"Alright Dorothy, when did these voices start precisely?" It had been about a half of an hour of his call to Charity, and now he sat with Dorothy in the parlor, asking about the voices. "About sometime Sunday." "What are they saying?" "They are asking me to help them. They say Oz is in peril, they say my life is in danger," she paused and Baum nodded for her to go on. "They say.... Ding dong the witch is dead." Baum felt chills race down his spine as he remembers that was the exact phrase Dorothy had uttered when she was a child. "I- i know what comes next though," Dorothy said, looking petrified. "The scarecrow. " Suddenly, Dorothy's face went slack and her jaw opened. Baum starred at her agast, she looked like a puppet. "Save us," she croaked, but the voice wasn't hers. "Please, please help us. Oz is in peril." Baum's muscles jerked to action, and he tripped back out of the chair, trying to put distance between him and Dorothy. Dorothy's glazed eyes locked on his, and as if in a trance she said, "Ding dong the witch is dead."
She then fainted.

At that moment the doorbell rang and Dorothy bolted upright. "I'm sorry Mr. Baum, I must have dozed off. What were we talking about?" She seemed perfectly fine, with only a slight muss of he blond braids to signify that she had just passed out. The door bell rang again, and Baum fairly bolted out of the room to answer the door. His hands shaking, he opened the door and his shock increased twenty times over. For there, standing on the doorstep was Charity. "Well don't just stand there, gawking like a goose, let me in for heaven sake!" She snapped, brushing past Baum into the house. "Charity, what are you doing here?" Baum asked. Charity's face was streaked with dirt and her eyes looked like they'd been shattered, but otherwise her face betrayed no emotion. "I'm here to see Alice's child." Her voice sounded strained like she was trying not to cry. "I thought you told me to leave you alone." Baum said. Charity starred at him. "I-I have to see her," Her voice caught. "Please, Frank." Baum nodded, and led her into the parlor where Dorothy sat. Charity gasped. "She looks exactly like Alice."
Dorothy gave Baum a confused look. "Um, excuse me, but who is Alice?" Charity's had started to tear, and when Dorothy said Alice's name, she let out a strangled sob. Baum stayed silent. He was not sure whether Charity wanted him to say who Alice was. Dorothy starred at them, the tension was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. "Who is Alice?" Dorothy asked again, but to no avail. Charity's hands covered her face, and Baum stood stone still. "Dorothy, please leave. Mrs. Pevensie need to talk about something in private." Baum said after another long silence. Charity still did not move. "No!" Dorothy exclaimed, jumping up from the couch indignantly. "I'm not leaving until  somebody tells me who the hell this Alice person is!"
She glared fiercely at Baum, and he steady returned her gaze.
"My daughter," Charity answered shakily, sitting down upon a chair. "She-she died a few years ago." Baum nodded gravely, "Fifteen." Charity nodded, tears began to stream out of her eyes, but she continued bravely on. "She died in childbirth, only seventeen. It's all my fault. I wasn't a good mother, I-I-" she began to sob long and loud. Baum placed his arm around her shoulder. "You did the best you could, nobody could ask more." Baum soothed. "Oh yes, what a beautiful example I set for her! Getting left at the alter and giving birth two months later to my ex- fiancé's baby !" Baum starred at her. "Y-you mean..." "That's right!" Charity laughed bitterly. "Alice was your daughter." The silence that followed was full of shock. "All this time..." Baum murmured, tears starting to prick his eyes. "But what does all of this have to do with me?" Dorothy asked.
"Because," Charity said, half sobbing "She's your mother."

Hey guys,
What do you think of it so far? Do you like the plot twist of Charity being Dorothy's grandmother? Vote and comment! ( but please more commenting because I want to know what you guys are thinking!) Thanks, byes for now, @Annabethchase8965
P.s. Photo above in the late Alice Pevensie, Dorothy's mom.