The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

You Embarrass Me

Bad Wolf:

It took a while, well, sort of, but eventually we found him. The Doctor. I could remember him, as I remembered nearly everything, but remembering which face he would be wearing was harder.

"Go! Go! Go! Keep the Silence in sight at all times, keep your eye drives active." My dogs shouted, running in ahead of Amelia and I as we walked in after.

The Prime Minister was there too, having kept my sire with him for the time we were existing all at once. "Who the devil are you? Identify yourselves."

"Pond. Amelia Pond."

"Enfys, the Big Bad Wolf and the Girl Of Colours. Smith, Calliope Jace Smith."

My father started at us "No! They're on our side. It's okay." Only Amelia was wearing an eyedrive, and I was wearing a plain black suit. "No. No, Amy. Amy, why are you wearing that? Callie, the colours..."

But I just shot him, needing to get back to Cairo as soon as possible. Yeah, right, Girl of Colours. There were no colours in this world, only black and white.

He woke up on the train, not far from where we were set up base. My train office, shared with Amy. "Calliope? Amy?"

"Those stun guns aren't fun." I told him softly, wishing that the swirls around me were in colour. That I could see the colour in his eyes, the reds in my hair, though I didn't really remember seeing them. I wished that I remembered the colours. "I'm sorry. I wanted to avoid a long conversation. You need to get up, though. We'll be in Cairo shortly."

"Callie. Calliope-jace Smith, used to be Jacelyn Monroe from London, please, listen to me. I know it seems impossible, but you know me. In another version of reality you and I were family, you're my daughter. And you, Amelia Pond, we're best friends. We, we travelled together. We had adventures. Amelia Pond, you grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can see what others can't. You can remember things that never happened. And if you try, if you really, really try, you'll be able to-"

Could he not see that he was gesturing with a model TARDIS, as well as being surrounded by sketches of ours. My 3 faces, the broken little girl, the powerful school girl, and the determined mother who couldn't find her child. Daleks, Silurians, vampires, pirates, Weeping Angels.

"You look like shit." We laughed together, her Scottish accent and my American mixing oddly together.

Dad beamed at both of us. "You both look wonderful."

"So do you." I sighed, grabbing some clothes on a hanger for him. "But don't worry, we'll soon fix that."

He took it from me, the smile even bigger now he was reunited with the tweed and the stupid bow tie. "Oh, Geronimo." Oh, it was she's last face that said Allons-y... Dad shave and dressed quickly, while I wrote out music notes that could maybe bring back my ability, though the amount I'd gone through lead me to believe otherwise. "Okay, you can turn round now. How do I look?"

"Cool."

"Really?"

"Not a chance, daddy." I smiled, giving him a hug. I missed him so much...

"Cool office though. Why do you have an office?! Are you special agent boss ladies?" Something like that, though we weren't the boss. My mom was, not that I could call her mom, no one else knew. I was a mom... "What's that mean? Not sure about the eye patch, though. Why are you wearing one but not Callie?"

He went to touch it, but Amy batted him away. "It's not an eye patch. Time's gone wrong. Some of us noticed, Callie more than others." I noticed because I felt half my life missing. "There's a whole team of us working on it, you'll see."