The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Happily Ever After?

Callie:

"We have two lives." Rory told us as we sat in our back garden, Sky playing with our now 4 year old who could talk to animals, which was strange, but hey. Her mommy could control light and sound with her voice. "Real life and Doctor life. Except real life doesn't get much of a look in.

Luke frowned, handing me a mug of tea, sipping his own. "What do we do?"

"Choose?"

Only the TARDIS started to materialise. "Not today, though."

"Nah, not today."

Every time we flew away with my dad, we'd just become part of his life, the life that he always wanted me to follow on with. But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours, the life I chose to live, with Luke, Sky, Lyrica and the Ponds. Except once. The year of the slow invasion. The time my dad, the Doctor came to stay.

DW

"CALLIE! LUKE!" Dad shouted, running into our room, Lyric already up and sitting on me, and I moved her as I sat up. "Up, up, up, TARDIS, 5 minutes."

Luke groaned, having come in late from the hospital last night, and tried to cover his head over with the pillow. "Nope. Not a chance, Doctor. I got in only 3 hours ago."

Dad grabbed the pillow, bopped Lyric on the head with it, before picking up the four year old as the 18 year old sleepily came into the room. "What's going on? Gramps?"

"Sky! Come on, you're coming too! Family trip! TARDIS is parked in the kitchen, may possibly have broken the coffee machine." You... How did you expect me and Luke to be people without coffee at half 6 in the morning?! "Come along Smiths, the Ponds are all ready."

"I'm not gonna swear, I'm not gonna swear." I muttered as our daughters followed him. "I'm not going to mother trucking swear at my dad..."

We dressed quickly, and met them downstairs, Sky trying to stop Lyric running off into the TARDIS, and dad was being annoying to the Ponds too, including Brian. "All absolutely identical. Not a single molecule's difference between them. No blemishes, imperfections, individualities."

"What if they're bombs? Billions of tiny bombs? Or transport capsules maybe, with a mini robot inside. Or deadly hard drives. Or alien eggs? Or messages needing decoding. Or they're all parts of a bigger whole. Jigsaw puzzles that need fitting together."

"Very thorough, Brian." My father smiled at him. "Very, very thorough. Well done. Stay here. Watch these. Yell if anything happens."

"Doctor, is this an alien invasion?" Amy asked, looking at another cube. Cubes, great, we were woken up because of cubes. "Because that's what it feels like."

And then Rory spoke up, grabbing the little one, blowing a raspberry on her tummy to make her squeal and stop causing her sister trouble. Dad, if you gave her more fudging kendal mint cake... "There couldn't be life-forms in every cube, could there?"

He sighed, putting an arm around my shoulder. "I don't know. And I really don't like not knowing." Was that a Sherlock Quote? Or did Sherlock steal it from us? Moffatt.... Then he walked back out into my kitchen, already in the process of being taken apart as it usually was after one of dads visits. "Right, I need to use your kitchen as a lab. Cook up some cubes. See what happens."

"Right, I'm due at work." Rory sighed, looking to Luke. "You're covering Jones, today, right?"

"Great, yeah. Not like I only got two hours of sleep." He muttered, going to head out too.

Dad stared at them both. "What? You've got a job? Both of you? Together?" 

"Of course we've got jobs. What do you think we do when we're not with you?"