"You're my... Grandson?" Roary doubted.
"Yerp," Prince nodded, "You've been traveling with the Doctor, Roary... You know how time travel works."
"But... How did I get here?" he demanded, "Last thing I remember, I was shot by one of those... Um... Earth inhabitants and then I was just here."
"I can't tell you, Roary," Prince sighed, "You have to just trust everything will work out, 'Kay?"
"Fine," Roary grumbled, "Can I at least ask who this is?"
"Why... This is Abigail!" he beamed, "Glamourous, isn't she? Say hello, Abigail!"
"Hey," she muttered.
"Well..." Roary thought out, "If I have a grandson that means... I find Amy again! Right? I would never remarry... Right? Kid? Right?"
"I have a name, you know," he avoided, subject, frowning and looking at the wall behind him, "Prince... That's what it is. My name is The Prince."
"I've seen that look," Roary pointed, "The Doctor uses that look! Tell me it all turns out all right, Prince! I command you tell me!"
"I left pretty early, Roary," he sighed, "Look... This is a pretty far off time from when you meet up with The Doctor, again... Let us go and see The Great and then I'll take you to a few months before, okay? Your time won't overlap... You'll just not have been around for those times. Do we have a deal?"
"Why won't you-" he argued.
"Do. We. Have. A. Deal?" Prince pressed.
"Yeah," he glared at me, "Come on..."
"Allons-" Prince started.
"Uhuhuh," Abbie stopped and Prince smiled at her.
"Excellent job, Abigail," he approved, "I'll be sure to double your pay."
"I'm getting paid?" she blinked.
"No," Prince smirked, "After you, my lady."
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Prince Of What
RandomThe Prince and his TARDIS, Ezibel, are going out on a adventure, again. Prince was sure Abigail was going to be a sure fire companion, but she didn't stick around long. However, she brought a boy to Prince that's just right for the excited nineteen...
