My Road So Far

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Kali:

"You ready to give me some answers?" Dean asked that night, once Sam was asleep. Sleep scared me, because vision could come on fast and hard, and I'd be left screaming. "Because I want to know who it is I'm fighting the Apocalypse with."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes wearily. "Yeah, I guess. What do you want to know, Deany?"

"What's your name? Your real name."

"Khalilah Melody Holmes." I told him, my too blue eyes meeting his too green. "Khalilah was something I didn't lie about, but please don't tell anyone."

Dean shook his head, brushing my hair off my face carefully. "I won't. Promise. Holmes? Is, is that any relation to-"

Nodding, I managed a weak smile. "Yeah. He's my father. But you can't tell him, um, it's really hard to explain... I'm not human, Dean."

"I guessed that, Miss Gold Eyes and magick golden sparkles. Demon? Angel? Half and half?"

"Try... Try Alien." He pulled away, obviously not believing me. "Yes, I know, I know that this is really, really hard to believe Dean, but it's true. I'm from Earth. I was born on the 18th of April, 2016, to Sherlock Holmes, and the Memory, Sarah Jane Tate. I have the ability to see into Time, I am time. When you see my eyes flash gold, it's because I'm having a vision of the future."

He shook his head, rubbing his cheeks carefully. "That's impossible. Aliens don't exist, not beyond the Cybermen back at the Battle of Canary Warf in London, or when the Daleks' moved the Earth earlier in the year. I believe you about your date of birth, the Angels must have brought you back." Sort of. "They'd know the type of person I would work well with, they'd have brought you here to get me to comply."

Oh, for the sake of the Stars... "Dean, have you heard of the Doctor? A man who moves from place to place, saving lives, and just disappears as though he was never there?"

The man's green eyes stared back at my own bright blue. "What, you telling me he's like your uncle or something?"

"Grandfather, actually. I call him grumps."

"Prove it. Call him."

Yeah... No. "I can't, Dean. I'm in the past, my phone doesn't call into the future. I'd have to try and make my phone universally roaming, which you need a sonic screwdriver for, and I don't know how to make one."

"What the hell is a sonic screwdriver?"

I burst out laughing at that, how ridiculous it really did sound. "I don't know, I've never even questioned it. It's like, my family loves messing with sound. My grumps has the screwdriver. Uncle Arcadia has a sonic phone, mum, camera. I'm just... walking time."

"How are you walking time? Is that something to do with this weird golden energy?" Dean asked, pausing next to me as he paced slowly. "Because that stuff freaked me out, but you're not a demon, or a shifter, or a ghost. So what are you?"

Could he not  tell? What I was, was in so many books, but only as legends. "The Sentinel."

He shook his head. "You can't be. There are pictures. She's got blue hair, Kali, you're very blonde."

"That was my nana, Seraphina. She... She died about 24 years ago now, Dean. I inherited the ability. Time and time, tide and tide, with a contented sigh, Seraphina died." I told him, letting my eyes flash golden for a moment, and he stared again. "It's very much my ability, now Deany."

"I met her once. I'm sorry she died."

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes, my fingers coming away black and sparkly. "Don't be. She died to give my dad life, and I never met her. I just know that I'm connected to her, like her story isn't quite finished. But I supposed it lives on in me, because I am time, and so was she. I am a Gallifreyan, Dean. I'm from Earth, but my family comes from beyond the stars, through time and galaxies."

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