The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Die for Him

Callie:

"Come on, Callie, I want to see the dress!" Rani called, sat outside with Sarah Jane and Sky as we went looking for my wedding dress. Oh, this was going to be amazing, I was getting married...

I stepped out of the changing room in the dress, not that I'm going to spoil the image for any of you lot just yet, but they all gasped, and I turned to look in the mirror, tears forming in my eyes at it. "Oh my God... It's amazing..."

"It's perfect. That's the one, it has to be." Sarah agreed, coming to hug me with my daughter. "Only a few months to go, excited?"

"Very." I agreed, laughing a little, before turning quickly when I heard a familiar colour, the amber and gold groan of the TARDIS. "No, oh, no, please, come on, not now, dad, please..."

No one came out, and there was no noise from within, and I knew what that meant. "Cal, you don't have to go. Not if you don't want to."

I shook my head a little, quickly going back into the changing room to change back into my clothes. "That, that's the sign there's trouble. The TARDIS needs me too, I can hear her. I'll be back, I am not letting anything take this away from me, Sarah Jane, at all. There is no way that I am missing my own wedding."

DW

Amy was missing, with their child. I was recruited to recruit the one woman that dad needed, who knew our time lines. River Song, my mother, was walking down the corridor of Storm Cage as the alarms blared, looking like she was so happy, dancing as she grabbed the phone. "Oh, turn it off. I'm breaking in, not out. This is River Song, back in her cell. Oh, and I'll take breakfast at the usual time. Thank you." Then she turned to see me. "Oh, are you ladies dressing up as super villains now? I thought nobody read my memos."

"Who watches the Watchmen?" I asked her, stepping out of the shadows, holding a sword that was currently laced with colours.

She stepped towards me, a small smile on her face. "Quis custodies ipsos custodes? Sam Vimes, my daughter." Then she hugged me, and I hugged her back, wishing that I could know everything. If dad found out, what would happen?

"What's wrong?" I frowned, seeing her voice was darker, now blue, sad.

"It's my birthday." She shrugged. "Your took me ice skating on the River Thames in 1814, the last of the great Frost Fairs. He got Stevie Wonder to sing with you for me under London Bridge."

Huh, that sounded fun. "Stevie Wonder sang in 1814? With me?"

River tapped her nose a little. "Yes, he did. But you must never tell him. And you must make sure it happens." Oh, this was so complicated.

"I've come from my dad too."

"Yes, but at a different point in time."

I shivered. "Unless there's two of them. That would make my wedding very difficult." Two lots of dad speeches...

She laughed, kissing my hair. "Now, that's a whole different birthday. And I should not talk to you about that."

"He needs you." 

The woman walked away a little, looking in her little blue book. "Demon's Run."

Wait, what? I'd only just been told that! "How, how did you know?"

"I'm from his future. I always know. Why on Earth are you wearing that?"

This was in regards to my midnight blue dress shirt, black shorts and tights. "He thought the colours would give away that it was me in the prison. Not like they could have gotten me, my siren song can send men to sleep now."