Crossing of my ways season 1 (Doctor Who fanfiction) #Wattys2016

Episode 31: The big threat

Hello whovians!

This was a hard chapter to write. It goes thorugh emotions faster than Hogwarts through DADA professors.

Enjoy!

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I haven't completely forgotten about Nameless' death, since something was still bothering me. He couldn't be actually completely gone from my timeline. As he said a few years back and in the hipsterverse, -as I decided to name it since alternate me was a hipster -, 'Every time we meet from the first time to my death, I'm the same age as you, Miss Collins.' So he might've been the same age as me and he died, but his timeline always seemed to be too intertwined with mine to be just 30 years long.

Or maybe I just took him for granted.

But even if my mind stayed in the 20's, my life went on.

"Mommy, I can't sleep," Susan said, standing on the hallway between the two bedrooms.

"What is wrong now?"

"James loud."

"I know," I sighted standing up from the couch where I and William were watching news, "he's got a little cold. Are you thirsty?"

She nodded. "Can Mr Fox get a glass too?" She rose the soft toy she was holding by one of its paws before and I softly smiled.

"What do you two want to drink?" I said and picked her and the fox from the ground.

"Mr Fox wants chocolate milk," little girl smiled.

"Don't you think it's a little too late for chocolate milk?"

"Then we want milk."

"Warm?"

"Warm."

While the drink was heating up, I glanced over to William who was half-asleep on the couch. I'd be too if I stayed up all the previous night taking care of our younger child.

I filled Susan's cup with warmed up milk. "Will you go to bed after you drink your milk?" I asked. When she nodded, I gave her the cup and she slowly drank her favourite drink - besides chocolate milk.

I carried her to bed and after she curled up with her toy pet and closed her eyes, I walked back to the living room.

"Will," I softly said, shaking him gently.

"Not now," he muttered, "I've just gained superpowers."

"Will, what about our weekly Supernatural marathon?" I whispered.

"Season 11 can wait," he muttered again, "I've been accepted into Avengers ..." He opened his eyes and smiled as his – great, now I have to use the most cliché fanfiction word – orbs met with mine. "But I guess my life is even better when I open my eyes."

I gave him a quick kiss on his lips and said: "So, what's with our weekly-" Our doorbell rang and interrupted me mid-sentence.

"Will you get that?" he asked.

I nodded, stood up and then walked to the door. Pressing my eye against peephole, I really hoped it was one of Patricia's unannounced visits.

I gasped as I recognized the person in front of 11b flat's door.

"William," I turned to my husband, "It's Missy."

I've never seen him get fully awake as fast as at this moment. He got to his feet and made his way to me in matter of seconds – which at his state should take him at least a minute.