This Doesn't Happen in Real Life

Chapter 23: Caught on Video

A/N: Ok so in case you haven't noticed this is going to be a loooong fanfiction, novel length to be precise. I'm trying to work all the plot points in subtly and smoothly without a bunch of unnecessary time jumps (there will be some further on but I'll get to that later) so it's bound to be long.

I am trying to focus on school currently so if I can't update for longish periods of time then no I most likely have not perished.... I'm just stuDYING.

From this point onward you'll probably see a little bit more of the scenes and plots of CoG throughout the story to tie different pieces together and give you a glimpse of what Callia is up to. I eventually plan on writing out Kaiya's story on here as well but seeing as it is long and extremely complex, that is quite a while out.

By the way everyone, thank you all so much for taking the time to read and comment on this story! You have no clue how much I appreciate it!

I love you all so much!!!

Enjoy this short little chapter!

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“Cut!” The director yelled. I flopped over into a chair and David bounced over, completely hyper from the 6 cups of coffee he’d had (we’d been up since 4 and yes I counted). 

“Are you excited?” He grinned.

“For what?” I rubbed my eyes tiredly and yawned.

“He’ll be so upset that you forgot! You’re filming you’re first scene with Colin today!”

“There’s going to be literally 10 seconds of video as a teaser for next season though….”

“Still! It’s a scene. Colin just got here and they were rushing him off to hair and make-up.”

I smiled. I really was excited for that. David sat next to me. We’d just filmed a scene where we were trapped in the ice world and had been unable to get out. The plot twist and finale for the first season were all being filmed within the next couple days and I was really excited for them.

“David, go in character. I’d like to do some improv before the next scene.” I requested of him. He nodded.

“Kaiya, were you messing around with the TARDIS again?”

“What do you mean by messing around?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Touching. Pressing buttons. Doing anything to my sexy.” He gave me a stern glare behind his square framed glasses.

“Yeah, I turned the shields back on earlier because you forgot- again.”

“….Oh. Well still. I don’t want you messing with the TARDIS.”

I rolled my eyes “Yeah Dad. Of course.”

“Why do you sass so much???”

“Why do you?”

“…..Point noted.”

“Dad. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course love.”

“…What was it like on Gallifrey growing up? I remember hardly any of it to be honest.”

He paused for a moment, a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and then he looked back to me with almost confusion, “Love, you can remember the exact type of cologne I was wearing the day I found you and even what the weather patterns were that entire day. How can you not remember any of Gallifrey?”