The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Remember

Sky:

Married life.

It was perfect, and while Uncle Jack kept going with Torchwood, where I was still working in the evenings and weekends, both of us were working at Coal Hill School. Two Mrs Oswald-Smith's got people attention, but people didn't really seem to mind all that much. 

Worst part? We were on a two year waiting list to adopt.

But while Clara taught English, I was in the IT department, teaching the kids how to, er *cough* hack and not get caught *cough.* Basically, gifted and talented for the troubled kids who would probably make good Torchwood operatives.

The end of the day bell rang, and a man tried to rush around the tables as the students left, while I moved my chair around the room, ready to head home. "Tom, you will fall over the cables again if keep running."

"Are you okay? There was a call for you at the office, from your doctor. He asked for you and for your wife."

Yes! Gramps, it was about time! "Did he leave an address?"

He hands me a piece of paper, before I swapped to thought control, moving through the corridors with my motorbike stuff. "Navi! Mrs Oswald-Smith, come on, we've got the note." My wife stuck her head out of the room, her eyes wide. "Yes, mush, Mrs, I can't work the bike, can I?"

"OK!" Clara called, grabbing her own motorbike gear before we headed off to the bike itself, where we had a pretty bulky side car for my chair, before we started off, going down a lonely country road, where gramps, mum, dad, 11 year old Lyrica and 1 year old Noah were. I threw a ball of electricity at the door, before Clara sounded our horn and drove straight at it, and the TARDIS opened for us, and we skidded inside. 

To see Gramps reading one of dads old books on Quantum Mechanics, which nana gave him for Christmas a few years ago. He was a rocket scientist who worked in a walk in clinic. "Draught." So I clicked my fingers, the doors closing before I reversed out of my side car. "Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia followed by future Mars?"

Hmmm. "Will there be cocktails?"

"On the Moon."

Clara kept a level face, her hand on my shoulder, playing with my hair. We hadn't seen them since our wedding 5 months previous. "The Moon'll do."

Then we burst out laughing and embraced, Lyric and Noah running in, being followed by mum and dad. "Sky, Clara!" Noah threw himself into my legs, leaving me to haul the chubby baby onto my lap, while my tiny sister hugged my tiny wife. Then mum hugged us both, and dad, while gramps was just grinning at how we were all together again. "How's the new jobs? Teach anything good?"

"No." I smiled, blowing a raspberry on Noah's tummy. "Learn anything?"

"Not a thing."

Gramps and I high fived, before we were knocked off balance, TARDIS Interference detected. "What's happening? Lyric, did you knock something again?"

My sister shook her head, Clara holding her up as everyone struggled to stay on their feet. "Whoa, whoa. We're taking off, but the engines aren't going."

Then I looked up, seeing the electrical discharge of some hoptercopter as Noah would call it, before hacking into the phone lines and dialled my UNIT contact, Kate Stewart, who got peeved when I brought Torchwood back. Oh well. "Hello? Kate Stewart's phone."

"Osgood, hey lovey, still annoyed you went UNIT, but hey. Can you pass me over to your boss please, gorgeous?" Clara raised her eye brow at me as she started running. "Oh, you know you're the only one for me, Navi, and besides, you flirt with the barista and I don't mind."Oh, hold on. Excuse me. Ma'am. Ma'am!