A/N: Sorry! Wanted to put this here to start. I'll be doing a 'tumblr takeover' for my OCs starting 2014. There's more about it in the second A/N, but I wanted to let you know here. Enjoy! ^-^

~8~

The Time of the Doctor: The Fall of the Eleventh

"No, no, no, no, no!" the Doctor reached out and grabbed Angel, pulling her and Tailor behind him as he backed them up, "Tasha fight it!" he shouted at her, not about to let her harm his daughter or Mate, not while he still had breath left in his old body.

"Mistress!" MK9 reported, "Scanners indicate Dalek nano-genes!"

"Yes," Tailor pet MK9 on the head, her eyes locked on Tasha, "Yes, we know..."

"Clara, come here," Angel held out a hand to the woman, tugging her back behind her as she stepped beside the Doctor, holding out her other hand, the tips of her fingers sparking gold in case the woman should attack as she stood. She closed her eyes and a golden wall flared to life around them, moments before the doors crashed open, well...were more blown open by a laser blast, and three Daleks wheeled into the room, the Time Family and Clara gathering together as they faced their enemies, the golden wall holding true and holding strong as the Daleks fired at it, but made no blast through.

And of course they wouldn't. Angel had ample experience with shields thanks to their time on Trenzalore, her golden walls were stronger than ever when she was fully able to concentrate on them. Nothing and no one was going to get past THAT shield unless she wanted them to, and a Dalek was the LAST thing she wanted to bypass that wall, especially not with her daughter and her Mate gathered with her.

"Step away from the Dalek unit!" the Daleks ordered them, "Step away Doctor! You and your Mate and your daughter!"

The Doctor frowned, looking at the pepper pots, horrified, "You shouldn't even know who we are!"

"They took it from Tasha!" Angel told him.

"Information concerning the Doctor and his Mate was harvested from the cadaver of Tasha Lem!" the Dalek agreed, it and the others surrounding them as they slowly backed up closer to each other, the aliens blocking the path to the teleports behind them.

"Bet she never told you how to break the Trenzalore force field though," the Doctor scoffed, "She'd have died first."

"Several times."

Angel swallowed hard at that, she could imagine it, Tasha being tortured, and that was terrible. For all the woman had done to them, the hand she'd had in letting Kovarian loose, no one deserved that sort of fate, not even River, not even Kovarian herself. She had seen what it did to Darla, how it had emptied her of everything, even the thoughts of her daughter...she couldn't bear it when the Doctor had forgotten her, to imagine forgetting every single aspect of her life and be controlled by the Daleks? It was a fate worse than death.

"Well it's not like you can kill us," the Doctor rolled his eyes, "Not only is my magnificent Mate protecting us," he beamed widely at Angel as she managed to actually keep the wall up without her eyes glowing golden, without the swirl of the Vortex surrounding her, which was quite something given how the Vortex had been before they'd arrived on Trenzalore, "And even if she wasn't…" he pulled out the sonic and flashed it up.

"Doctor who?" the General's voice repeated out to them, "Doctor who? Doctor who?"

He grinned, "I'm a tough old bird. I'll be ages dying. Way enough time to answer a question. And, oh dear, what happens then boys?"

"You will die in silence Doctor!" the Daleks threatened, "Or Tasha Lem shall die!" the Daleks swung their laser arms over at Tasha.

"Fine," the Doctor shrugged, "Go on. Kill her. Kill her! See if I care!"

"Dad," Tailor murmured, looking at him, "I know you don't like her, I'm not fond of her either…but she HAS been helping you," she reminded the man, knowing that (as much as they hated to admit it) his mind was slowing just a bit.

His mind…it kept getting stuck on the bigger emotions. Usually it was love, love for her and her mother, fondness for Christmas, a sense of protectiveness for the people in it. But there were times, when he got angry, when he got upset, that the negative emotions stuck, when the Oncoming Storm came out to play and raged full force against the thing that had set him off. He often felt terrible after it happened as it seemed his emotions were just a bit harder for him to control at the moment. He apologized (if it wasn't an enemy that had done it) and he would try to make amends. But while he was angry, and while he was raging…he often needed someone to…pull him out of the darkness. It was usually her mother but…she liked to think she could help too.

The Doctor sighed and nodded, "You're right," he agreed, "You're right," he looked at Tasha, the woman just standing there, blank faced. The only good thing that had come from kidnapping Tasha Lem all those years ago, had been that they knew what she as like and what got to her, "You see Tasha," he called to her, "Look at you! Just standing there, hardly a fight in you. That's what I'm talking about! I always knew you were a bit spineless, you and your pointless church! Why did we ever rely on you? Never trust a nun to do an angel's job…"

They ducked down instinctively when Tasha turned and suddenly began to fire at the Daleks instead, only Angel remaining standing, conscious of the power of her shield and, for once, fully confident in her control of the power it took to form it. She knew that nothing was going to breach those golden walls unless she let them. And so they stood, watching as Tasha blasted one Dalek after another using the laser arm that was sticking out of her hand.

"Welcome back," Angel remarked as she dropped the golden wall when the last Dalek had fallen.

"You and your church," the Doctor grumbled, Tailor helping him stand again, his mind going to Demons Run, "You lot can't seem to resist a battle can you?"

"We need to get back to the Aunt Idris," Tailor looked at her parents, "But I don't feel like it's safe in the halls…" she glanced at them, fearing that, if the Daleks had managed to take over Tasha…who else had they gotten their hands on? She swallowed hard, fearing that…that it might be the Silence as well, if the Silence were now the Daleks' puppets…she was truly scared. She was already scared enough of the memory-proof aliens, to think that the greatest enemy of their people had control of them? It would give her nightmares she was sure of it.

Tasha winced, a hand to her head, "You must go, quickly," she warned them, "The Dalek inside me is waking…it will want to attack you."

Angel looked at her, "Fight it."

"I can't," she grimaced.

The Doctor reached out for Angel as she turned to walk over to the woman, but had just missed her, forced to watch as she moved right before Tasha, placing both hands on the woman's shoulders so she'd look at her, "You listen to me, Tasha Lem," she looked into the woman's eyes, "Everyone has a darkness inside them, and everyone fights it as hard as they can. You do the same. You fight it, you fight the Daleks and you win."

Tasha swallowed hard and nodded, "I shall try."

Angel gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulders, heading back for the Doctor, taking the hand he held out to her, letting out a small gasp when he pulled her to him quickly, hugging her tightly as he rested his temple to hers, 'You just lied to her,' he remarked in her mind.

'No, I didn't,' she frowned, trying to think of what she'd said that could in anyway be seen as a lie. She'd learned that, in dire situations, the honest truth was always the best means to engender trust and faith, two things Tasha had seemed to have lost sight of.

'You told her that everyone has a darkness in them,' he remarked, 'YOU don't.'

She smiled softly at that, hearing one of their conversations that they'd had at the start of their Mating coming back into play, 'I…I think I do,' she countered, 'Even I have a darkness.'

He laughed in her mind at that, 'When did 'light' come to mean 'dark?'' he asked her, pulling back and reaching up a hand to touch her cheek, stroking it, 'Your 'darkness' could light up the blackest sky,' he winked at her, 'I know…it lights mine up,' he leaned in and kissed her gently, still speaking in her mind even as he did so, 'The light that shines in the heart of time.'

She let out a breath at that, resting her forehead to his as she pulled away, "We need to go," she told him, sadly bringing them back to the moment, "Now."

He nodded, holding out a hand to take hers, reaching back for Clara's as Tailor scooped up MK9 and took Angel's other hand, Angel closing her eyes, ready to concentrate to teleport them…

When Tasha called out, "The force field will hold for a while," she warned them, "But it will decay and there are breaches already."

The Doctor looked over at her, solemn, "Then this isn't a siege anymore, it's a war," he sighed, "It's all up to you now. Fight the Daleks, inside and out."

"You can do it Tasha," Tailor offered, smiling a bit, "I know you can. Mum does too."

Tasha eyed her, "You feel that?"

"No," Tailor admitted, "But we believe it."

The Doctor smiled at his daughter, hearing so much of him and Angel in her it was truly remarkable how like them she was. He couldn't begin to describe how thankful he was that Tailor had been on the planet with them. He hadn't wanted her to grow up like that, in the middle of a town under siege, trapped on one planet, cut off from the TARDIS and all that the box had to offer them. But…he got to spend those centuries with his daughter, and that was the only thing that mattered, he'd been able to spend them with his Mate and child.

Tasha nodded, "Get back to your TARDIS, and fly away. Please," she looked at them, knowing them well enough to know they'd want to stay and try to protect Trenzalore again, "Please, just…fly away."

The Doctor gave a short, though noncommittal nod and squeezed Angel's hand, "Take us home dear."

Angel nodded and closed her eyes, taking a breath, Tasha watching as the group of four disappeared in a flash of golden light.

~8~

"Ding!" Angel and Tailor called as they moved around the console, getting the box to work, Tailor familiarizing herself with the controls of her Aunt Idris once more.

The Doctor and Clara looked up from a side control only to hear a ding from below a moment later, making the Doctor laugh at that, "It's done," he nodded.

Clara frowned, "What is?"

"The turkey," Angel reminded her.

"Either or that or it's woken up," the Doctor joked, moving over to Angel's side.

"Come on, I'll help," Tailor offered, stepping away from the console to join Clara, she could remember the turkey from when she'd been younger. She wasn't sure if it was just because she'd been smaller or if it was true, but the turkey had looked rather heavy.

"Do you want some?" Clara looked back at the Time Lords as she and Tailor headed for the steps down to the underconsole.

"Go on then," the Doctor waved them off, him and Angel moving to a monitor.

"Got any plates?" Clara looked at Tailor.

She nodded, "We've even got Christmas crackers."

"Brilliant," Clara nodded…before blinking and stopping, "One thing," she held up a finger to Tailor, before turning around, heading back up the console as Tailor turned to watch her, confused, "Doctor, Angel," she walked up to them, "Look at me…look at me and promise me…promise you will never send me away ever again."

The Doctor glanced at Angel who gave him a nod. He smiled and turned to her, "Clara Oswald...we will never send you away...again."

Clara beamed and gave them a quick hug, before half-skipping back to the steps that led below. Tailor was a bit slower to follow, looking at her parents with a small sort of odd look, like a cross between a frown and suspicion.

"Go on," Angel nodded her off.

Tailor nodded slowly and headed back down the steps towards the underconsole, keeping her parents in her sight until she couldn't any longer, only to see Clara crouched before the panel, her eyes closed, just sniffing.

"Turkey smells good!" Clara grinned at her.

Tailor shook her head from her thoughts, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach as she headed over to Clara, crouching down to sniff herself, smiling, "It smells delicious," she told the girl.

~8~

The Doctor and Angel, however, stood by the console, more solemn than the two happy girls, looking at Barnable as he stood out in the snowy streets of Christmas, looking up at the sky, waiting for them. They looked at each other and then the stairs that Tailor had disappeared down, before they closed their eyes and took each other's hand, taking a breath as they moved to the controls, setting very specific, very silent ones.

They'd left one child waiting in the cold once before, they…they couldn't do it again.

~8~

"Ooh, perfect," Clara grinned as she pulled the turkey out, the bird perfectly cooked, golden brown and crispy, just…delicious! She laughed, "Merry Christmas!" she cheered.

Tailor smiled and nodded, "Merry…" she started blinking a bit, the pit in her stomach growing, "Chris…tmas…" she let out a breath.

"A...Tailor?" Clara reached out to take her hand, knowing that look, having seen it enough times on Angel, "What is it?"

Tailor jut blinked once more, "Mum…" she breathed, "Dad!" she turned and bolted up the stairs, Clara leaving the turkey to run after the girl, only to see the two adult Time Lords were gone, "No…" Tailor shook her head, rushing out the doors.

"Tailor wait!" Clara cried, running after her, knowing that if they were on Christmas there might be a war on and…

They were NOT on Christmas, no…far from it…

They were standing outside the Powell Estates once more.

Tailor shook her head, spinning around, only to see the doors to the TARDIS shut behind them, "No!" she ran back over to the box, tugging on the doors…but they wouldn't open, "NO!" she shoved against them, "Aunt Idris let me in! Please let me in! You can't…please, you can't…"

But the TARDIS could only give a small, utterly devastated hum but refused to open as Tailor fell to her knees before the box, crying. Clara blinked back her own tears, moving to Tailor's side, kneeling beside her to rest a hand on her back, rubbing it, realizing what had happened. The Doctor and Angel had dropped themselves off on Trenzalore…before programming the TARDIS to take them to the safest place she could…home, Earth. They hadn't even broken their promise, she knew, because now she realized the loophole in it. The Doctor had sent Tailor away, and ANGEL had sent HER away...all to keep them safe.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, moving to hug the girl tightly, "I'm so sorry Tailor…"

Tailor turned, her back now to the TARDIS as she hugged her Aunt Clara tightly, crying for her parents…because right now…right now they were about to enter a battle, a never ending battle for the planet…a planet they died on. And they'd sent her away so that she wouldn't be able to get hurt. It was one thing to grow up in the middle of a siege…it was another go experience a war.

And she knew, after the Time War, that battle and bloodshed were the LAST thing that her parents wanted her to see.

~8~

On the fields of Trenzalore, the Doctor and Angel stood, side by side, hand in hand, as they looked at the clock tower, glancing back at the place the TARDIS had first dropped them off, knowing the box was not coming back. And, if they had their way, it never would, because to come back now...it would put their daughter in danger.

And they had to protect her, no matter the cost.

~8~

"And so to the fields of Trenzalore came all the Time Lord's enemies. For this was the winter of the Doctor. In time when all other races had retreated or burned only the Church of the Mainframe remained in the path of the Daleks. And so those ancient enemies, the Doctor, his Mate, and the Silence, stood back to back on the fields of Trenzalore."

~8~

Clara looked over from where she was handing out food, everything except the turkey, which was currently trapped in the TARDIS, to see Tailor standing by the window of her flat, leaning on the wall, her arms crossed as though hugging herself, as she looked down at the TARDIS as it sat in the courtyard. She was quiet, solemn, and just…it broke her heart to see the girl like that. She'd had to hold her as she cried, had to help her up and lead her in when the realization that her parents were likely not coming back had sunk in.

Tailor hadn't spoken a word since.

She'd explained it to her family that Tailor was a friend of Angie's, that she just needed a place to stay for the night while her parents were working on a business deal. Her father had welcomed Tailor with open arms, having no idea that the teenager before him was the same little girl he'd met not five minutes ago. Her Gran had warmly hugged the girl, and proceeded to 'mother her' asking if she was alright as she appeared very upset. That was when she'd brought up the business deal, it was hard for a child to be alone on Christmas. And that, of course, had just sent her Aunt Linda raving about what terrible parents they must be to do that on Christmas…

Which was why Tailor was now standing by the window, as far away from her aunt as she could get in the small flat, She'd tried to quiet her aunt down, but she just remarked about parents this and parents that and how the wrong color in a nursery could set a child down a bad path later in life. She had no idea how that was possible, but her aunt just liked to complain and make things difficult.

"Merry Christmas everyone," she looked over, hearing a toy go off, "Merry Christmas everyone."

She sighed, putting down the mashed potatoes and heading over to Tailor, thankfully unable to hear what her aunt was saying about the Doctor and Angel now. She knew it had to hurt the girl to hear that, to hear her aunt talk so harshly against people she didn't even know, not having a clue what the real situation was or how Tailor was alive and safe now because of her parents sacrifice.

"Hey," she reached out, brushing some hair from Tailor's face, touching the girl's cheek, now that she'd had time to get used to the new Tailor, she could see it, the little girl that was in there still, "You doing ok?"

"She's still talking about mum and dad, isn't she?" she whispered.

Clara glanced back at her aunt, not even needing to ask her who she meant, and sighed, "Yeah, I'm so sorry about her."

Tailor was silent, thankful that she was far enough away to not be able to hear the woman clearly even with Time Lord hearing, "We were supposed to be together," she murmured, "For Christmas, we were always supposed to be together. Dad…" she swallowed, "Daddy's going to…and I won't be there…" she started to tear up again, "To say goodbye…" she hated thinking like that, thinking she'd have to say goodbye to her father, but…what other future was there?

He was out of regeneration!

"These crackers are rubbish!" Clara glanced back, hearing her Gran complaining this time.

"I bought them," hear Aunt defended, finally NOT talking about the Time Lords.

"I know."

"They're classy."

"They don't have jokes."

"Exactly."

"They've got poems."

"They're more dramatic crackers."

"Dad loves the jokes," Tailor murmured.

"I like the jokes," Clara's Gran agreed, not even hearing Tailor say that.

Clara smiled, and put an arm around Tailor, turning her just a bit so she could look at the family and out the window too, "Tell us a joke Gran," she offered, holding up one of the crackers, hoping it would cheer up Tailor, "You know loads of jokes."

"I think were probably talking about that girl's rubbish excused for…"

"No," Clara cut in, sending her aunt a harsh look, "We were NOT."

"Linda lay off," Clara's father spoke up as well, "Look at her, the girl's upset enough as it is…"

"Gran?" Clara called, "A joke? Please?"

Her Gran nodded, "Hmm…What do you call a crazy spaceman?" she looked around the room expectantly, waiting for someone to throw out the punch line…so it was quite a shock when the line came from the doorway instead.

"An astronut…" a voice said, a distinct American accent to it.

Tailor was running across the room before Clara could even blink, throwing herself into the arms of the man who (somehow) had gotten her flat door open, "Uncle Jack!" the girl gasped, hugging him tightly.

Jack's eyes widened at the 'Uncle Jack' and looked at Clara, pointing at the girl dangling off his neck, "Ayla?" he mouthed at her and she nodded, "Oh my god," he breathed, hugging Tailor back immediately after.

"Um…Clara?" her father looked at her.

"Right, sorry, everyone this is Captain Jack Harkness," Clara moved over to the doorway, "He's Taylor's uncle."

"How are ya?" he winked at them, "Nice to meet you."

"Stop it," came the muffled response from Tailor who had her face buried in his neck, squeezing him tighter for hearing her mother's favored phrase.

"I'm just saying hello Tay," he rolled his eyes, setting her down and taking her hand, smiling at the Oswalds, "I just came to pick her up when I found out her parents were...occupied," he nodded, "We'll…just be going now."

"I'll walk you out!" Clara half-shouted, rushing after him, shutting the door behind her, "Thanks for coming."

Tailor looked at her shocked, "YOU called him?"

Clara nodded, "The family gave me their numbers at the Christmas Eve dinner," she told the girl, "I called him as soon as we got to the flat."

"And here I am," Jack grinned, holding out his arms, "With…" he moved to 'flex his muscles' but really he was showing them the Vortex Manipulator strapped to his wrist, "That ought to do it right?" he looked at Clara.

"Do what?" Tailor looked between them.

"It's a teleport, right?" Clara asked him, "And you have the codes?"

"Yes and yes," he winked.

"Codes to what?" Tailor shook her head, "Please will one of you explain what you're talking about?"

Jack smiled, "Your parents told you about when the Earth was moved right?" she nodded, "Well, K9, had the basecodes to the TARDIS didn't he? And now YOUR K9 does too. I put the codes in here," he tapped the wrist device, "And it'll get you both into that TARDIS," he had warned Clara that the Manipulator would only have enough juice for one teleport, but only for two people. He'd insisted it be him that went with Tailor, but Clara had reminded him she was just as qualified, even more so because she was not one day going to be a Time Agent, but was a Time Lady, and IS the current companion! He'd actually never been more terrified of anything in his life then when Clara had started in on him till he agreed to let her take his Manipulator with Tailor.

She reminded him very much of one of those tiny dogs that looked adorable on the outside in their smallness but was anything but sweet on the inside (though Clara WAS a very sweet girl…when she wasn't threatening him or his extremities).

"But K9's trapped in the TARDIS too," Tailor reminded them.

Jack laughed, "YOUR K9 is," he emphasized, "Tay…I already PUT the codes in," he held up the device, before sliding it off and taking her hand, putting it in her hand and curling her fingers around it, "You and Clara need to go, now," he told her, "Come on," he took her other hand and pulled her off, down the hall, the three of them running down the corridors, down the stairs, out to the TARDIS as it just sat there. The closer they were to the destination the less power it would take on the Manipulator, the more certain he could be that it would be able to sustain BOTH of them in this little hop.

"You're sure this will work?" Clara looked at Jack as Tailor handed her the device to slip on her wrist.

"90 percent," Jack nodded, pointing at Tailor, "You find your parents," he commanded her lightly, "You get them safe, and then you come and see me and bring that back ok?"

Tailor nodded, hugging him again, "Thank you so much Uncle Jack."

"My pleasure, Beautiful," he squeezed her tight, before stepping back as she put her hand on Clara's wrist as the woman held it up to her, "Good luck," he gave them a small salute.

Tailor saluted back just as Clara hit the button and they disappeared in a crackle of energy…

~8~

…and reappearing inside the TARDIS console room.

"Mistress!" MK9 called as he rolled over to her, "Mistress!"

"Hello," Tailor laughed, nearly in tears at being back in the console room, knowing that she'd be able to get back to her parents now. She…she knew she didn't know everything about the TARDIS, she'd only had a few decades of lessons and half of them had involved her being too short to see most of the controls. But her mother had taught her more while on Trenzalore, similar to what she'd done with River, giving her the knowledge, but in increments so that she'd truly understand each instruction she was taught. Between her and Clara though, she knew they'd be able to make it back.

"Right, then," Clara nodded, heading to the console, "Come on, we need to get to Trenzalore!"

Tailor rushed over to help, only for the TARDIS to groan, "Aunt Idris what are you doing!?" the girl called as a few sparks went up.

"What's she doing!?" Clara repeated as the room began to shake, the lights going red.

"She's fighting us!" Tailor called, "Well, not HER, but the programming, she wants to help but the program won't let her take us to mum and dad…"

"Well there's got to be something she can do!" Clara grabbed onto a control as they were nearly thrown back, "She's the best ship ever right?"

Tailor laughed as the TARDIS hummed, "She's…" she frowned, "Aunt Idris, please, earlier!"

But the box hummed again.

"What's she saying?!" Clara shouted above the noise of a bit of explosions going off.

"She can only take us to the end of the war…" Tailor looked at her.

Clara frowned, about to ask what was wrong with that, they'd get there…when she realized what the end of the war meant.

The Doctor's death.

Angel's death.

The end of the Time Lords as well.

~8~

The door to the clock tower opened, the Doctor looking back as he whittled a small toy out of wood for one of the children of town, "Barnable?" he looked back, the round spectacles of Amy's on his nose…

"Dad…" a voice breathed.

He stiffened, dropping the toy and turning in his chair completely, looking up to see Tailor standing there, still looking only about 15 years old, with Clara beside her, MK9 at the girl's feet.

"Hello Doctor," Clara added, reaching out to put a hand on Tailor's shoulder, squeezing it in comfort at what they were seeing.

The Doctor was sitting there, his hair long and pure white. His skin was even more wrinkled than it had been the last time they'd seen him. His eyes were staring at them from behind the round glasses, his clothes involving more layers now, he appeared a bit cold. His hands were clearly shaking, his voice weak, and his overall posture…he was such an old man now…it broke her heart to see him like that, the man who had been so strong and youthful and full of life…now old and weak and tired.

"Ayla..." he breathed, staring at Tailor, "I mean," he shook his head, "Tailor…"

Tailor smiled sadly and moved to his side, kneeling down to hug him tightly, "Just call me Kitta," she murmured to him in Gallifreayan.

He closed his eyes and held her tighter…only to hear a shattering noise a moment later and looked up, expecting an attack as there WAS a war raging right outside the doors…but really…it was just Angel, still looking exactly as she always had, not aged a day, stepping back in and dropping the tray of tea she'd been bringing him at the sight of Clara and their daughter back.

"Tailor," she breathed, rushing in to hug her daughter tightly, it had been…so long since they'd seen the girl, the girl turning to hug them just as tightly, taking them both in her arms, "Oi, Clara," she held out a hand, looking at Clara with tears in her eyes, "Come here."

Clara smiled and took Angel's hand, joining in on the group hug, swearing she could feel the love flowing around them all even without being an Empathic Psychic like Angel.

"What are you doing here?" Angel pulled back and looked at them.

Tailor turned to her mother, "You sent ME away," she whispered.

"We HAD to," the Doctor reached out and squeezed her hand, "We didn't want to," he added, "It was the LAST thing we wanted, but…we had to protect you sweetheart."

Tailor felt the tears falling from her eyes at how her father had wheezed out that last word. He was so weak, the TARDIS really had brought them right at the end. The battle outside wasn't quite as fearsome as they thought it would be. The TARDIS had set down and they'd stepped out, to see the only one of their enemies left to attack them was the Daleks (which they expected). They'd followed Tailor's own feelings, right back to the clock tower, and…there they were, reunited once more.

Tailor reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the wrinkles, they were really there, he was truly as old as he looked. Her mother was the same as ever, and she knew why, only the first and last bodies aged for their people. Their first to adult hood, their last to their deaths. Her father…was on his last life and he was aging now. He was aging again. Their people were immortal, they could live forever if they had no accidents that caused regeneration, it was only when the last body was there, when the energy had run out that they began to age again.

Her mother had only used 11 of her 12 regenerations, putting her on her 12th incarnation, her father had used up all of his though, this was his last body.

"Have you always been this young?" he whispered, looking at his daughter, her wide, innocent eyes that he could still see from the moment she'd regenerated into who she was, those green eyes, HIS green eyes so wide and curious, so pure and young…

"No," she shook her head, "That was you," she leaned forward and hugged him again, knowing that time was truly of the essence now…there was such a short amount of it left…this hug…it could be their last.

~8~

Outside the doors, the Daleks flew through the sky, the force field on Trenzalore having fallen ages ago, the war had begun and they were determined to see it end in Dalek Victory.

"Seek the Doctor!" they ordered each other, firing on the people, on the buildings, on anything they could to draw him out.

They were the last enemies left, the last left standing, the last to want to remain there and not leave, and they would NOT leave, till either they destroyed the Doctor and his Mate, or were destroyed themselves.

~8~

Clara looked down, realizing she was still holding the Christmas Cracker she'd picked up to try and cheer Tailor up before, "Merry Christmas," she handed it over to the family.

"Merry Christmas," the Doctor smiled at her, holding it out to Angel to tug…only to struggle a bit on his end. Tailor silently reached out and placed a gentle hand on his, helping him pull, a small card was the price, "Ah!" he smiled at it as Tailor picked it up to hand to Clara, "Is there a joke? Huh?"

"Extract from 'Thoughts On A Clock,'" Clara shook her head, "By Eric Ritchie Junior."

"Is it a knock-knock one? Those are best."

Clara smiled sadly at him, it was quite clearly NOT a knock-knock joke and she knew that, if the Doctor had been on the top of his game, he'd have realized that as well. It was just another testament that it wasn't just his body weakening, but his mind, "I don't think so."

"Will you read it Clara?" Angel looked at her, offering a smile.

Clara nodded, glancing at the crack that was still in the wall and stepped nearer to it, using the light from it to see the words clearer, "'And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now, the…the clock is striking twelve's.'"

The Time Family was silent a moment, absorbing that, how fitting it was for the situation, when the Doctor shifted, "I don't get it."

Clara smiled at that.

"Doctor!" a Dalek shouted suddenly, making them look over at the doors as they flew open, but it wasn't a Dalek that entered, but a boy, "The Doctor and the Abomination will be brought!" the Daleks continued to shout, their voices louder till the doors shut once more, "The Daleks demand the Doctor and his Mate!"

"They're here," the boy swallowed, "The Daleks, we can't stop them. They want you both."

"Oh alright Barnable," the Doctor sighed, before squinting at the boy, "Are you Barnable?"

"No my love," Angel whispered, "Barnable…he passed on a while ago," she reminded him.

"Ah yes," he nodded, before blinking at the boy, "It's ok Barnable," he spoke, making Angel look away, tears in her eyes at how his mind was slipping , more and more each day, and there was nothing she could do to help him, the Vortex couldn't cure old age, "Don't worry. I have a plan. Off you pop."

The boy looked at Angel, "It's alright Benjamin," she smiled at him reassuringly, he boy nodding and turning to go.

"You haven't got a plan, have you?" Tailor whispered.

"No," the Doctor sighed, "But people love it when I say that."

"No," Angel shook her head, "People just love it when you talk."

He smiled at her, reaching out to touch her cheek with the back of his wrinkled, scarred knuckles, "No one more than you though."

"Oh most certainly not," she agreed with a small laugh.

"What are you going to do?" Clara asked them quietly.

"Oh I don't know," the Doctor groaned as Angel helped him stand, him leaning over as much as he could to try and give her a peck, her leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him properly, "Talk very fast like someone loves," he winked at Angel as he rested his forehead to hers, "Hope something good happens…" he pointed to Tailor, one of the best things to happen in his life, "Take the credit. That's generally how it works."

"Dad…" Tailor shook her head, standing too.

"Not this time though," the Doctor swallowed, "This is it."

"Oh my love," Angel sighed, looking at him softly, "I have told you so many times…one must ALWAYS have faith."

She didn't know why she felt so…calm about this, about all this. The war raging outside, the Daleks attacking, the crack still echoing the blasted question, and the Doctor on his last legs…and yet…she felt…almost removed from it all. She felt…calm, she felt fuzzy, in a way, she felt…warm. She didn't understand it because that should be the opposite of what she felt, she should be frantic and upset and cold but…she wasn't. She could only pray that it was a sign, that it was a genuine feeling that everything, somehow, would be alright, that it would all be ok in the end.

That was the thought wasn't it? The phrase, 'It'll be alright in the end, and if it's not alright, it's not the end.' She rather liked that one.

But the Doctor shook his head, "We saw the future dear," he tapped her nose, "We were there, we experienced it. This is how it ends."

"Change it!" Clara cut in, not liking how he sounded like he was giving up, "Huh! Like Tasha said change the future!"

"We could have once," the Doctor agreed, "When there were Time Lords. Not anymore. Not even Angel could change this future."

They looked at the door, hearing the Daleks getting closer, "Locate the Doctor! Locate the Abomination!"

"Now you're going to stay here," the Doctor turned to the three of them, "Promise me you will."

"Why?" Clara frowned.

He smiled at them, "I'll be keeping you safe. One last victory. Allow me that. Give me that..."

But Angel shook her head, "I'm sorry my love, but I will not abandon you, not ever," she squeezed his hand, lifting it to her lips to kiss his scarred knuckles, not minding the wrinkles at all, their people…age and physical appearance had little to do with their perception of another person, they aged so oddly and appeared so differently it hardly mattered, "We have nearly lost each other more to more enemies and more times than we can count…I will not let the DALEKS win in this."

He smiled at her determination and nodded, "Alright then…"

"Me too," Tailor stepped up.

But he shook his head at that, "Tailor…no…"

"You sent me away," Tailor cut in, "You sent me away and you…" she swallowed, "I missed out on your life, all those years I could have had with you two, should have had," she shook her head, "You are NOT sending me away again."

The Doctor laughed a bit, "Is this what the teenage years will be like, eh, missy?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, "You'll have to stick around and find out, won't you?"

He chuckled at that and looked at Clara, "Let me guess, you too?"

"Oh yeah," Clara nodded.

He shook his head, he should have known better than to argue with any of the girls, "Alright, alright, come along Clara," he started to make his way slowly to the doors.

Clara nodded, "I'll just be a mo," she called.

The Doctor waved back, assuming she needed a moment to gather herself before facing the Daleks, Tailor moving to his other side to take his arm as he nearly stumbled in that direction, steadying him, "The trouble with Daleks is," he began to Tailor, "They take so long to say anything. Probably die of boredom before they shoot me."

Clara flinched as the doors opened, "The Doctor and his Mate are required!" blasting into the room, before the doors shut.

She turned immediately to the crack and stormed over to it, "Listen to me you lot," she called, "Listen! Help him. Help him change the future. Do it. Do something."

She glanced back, hearing "Doctor! Angel!" from the Daleks.

"You've been asking a question..." she turned back to the crack, "But you HAVE to know you're asking the wrong one! You're asking a Mate to betray her partner," she shook her head, "And even if she could do it, his true name doesn't matter. Oh I know all about that, about our names, I was one of you, a long time ago. I remember that. So all you need to know is that his name is the Doctor. And that's all the name he needs. Everything you need to know about him. Bloody hell he's even Mated to an Angel! That should be proof enough for you that it's him. And if you love him, even in some small way, you need to help him. Help him. 'Cos he's heading to his death right now, and if he dies…so does his Mate. The light in the heart of time goes out, the oncoming storm diminishes…and their daughter is left an orphan. And not even YOU are THAT cold-hearted to do that to him."

She stood up quickly, hearing a groaning nose…before the crack snapped shut.

~8~

Clara ran out of the clock tower and into the gathering crowd of townspeople looking up at something, to see that the Doctor, Angel, and Tailor had just made it to the top of the tower, standing there, on either side of the Doctor as he faced down the Daleks that had been terrorizing the town.

"Sorry I'm a bit slow," the Doctor grinned at the Daleks, "I may not be at my best right now."

"You are dying Doctor."

"Yes...I'm dying," he scoffed, "You've been trying to kill me for centuries but my Mate's helped stop you each time he?" he looked at Angel, kissing her hand before tucking it in his arm, facing them again, "And here I am, dying of old age. The one thing not even the Life Bringer can stop," he smirked, seeing the Daleks quieting at her title, it was the one the mad Dalek in Van Statten's had called her before it had taken her to Earth, it seemed it was still as impactful as ever, "If you want something done do it yourself."

Though, he had to vaguely wonder if Tailor would ever come to have a title like theirs among the Daleks.

"You will die," one of the Daleks flew closer, "You and your Mate! And the Time Lords will never return!"

"You still can't work up the courage to shoot me can you? You're still worried I've got something up my sleeve. Well you knock yourselves out boys. I've got nothing this time!" he pointed up at them with his cane.

Angel let out a breath, blinking before she started to smile, looking up moments before a large, orange crack appeared in the sky, exactly like the crack in the wall but in the air above them.

"Is that the crack!?" Tailor gaped at it.

"Scanners indicate no temporal energy Mistress," MK9's ears moved as he scanned the crack, "Scanning," it called as a soft orange light drifted down from it, "Analysis completed, results confirmed…regeneration energy…"

Tailor and Angel watched in awe as the light flew right into the Doctor, the man breathing it in, before he looked down at his hand holding Angel's to see it glowing orange, before he quickly let go of her, realizing what had happened, what was going to happen.

"Tailor, come here," Angel called, ushering her daughter over as the Doctor moved onto one side of the tower's ledge, them at the other, unwilling to leave him but knowing they needed distance between them to be safer.

"You will die now Doctor, you and your family!" the Daleks shouted, clearly having no idea what had just happened, much like the people on the ground, save one girl who was staring up at the top of the tower in shock, recognizing the energy, "This is the end of you and your Mate. The rules of regeneration are known. You have expended all your lives. You shall die and your Mate with you!"

"Sorry what did you say?" the Doctor grinned up at them, Angel and Tailor smiling beside him, seeing a life in him that had been missing only moments ago, "Did you mention the rules? Now listen! Bit of advice. Tell me the truth if you think you know it. Lay down the law if you're feeling brave. But Daleks…never EVER tell me the rules!"

"Warning, Mistress!" MK9 warned, his small tail wagging, "Master is regenerating!"

"Emergency!" the Daleks started to whizz about again, their scanners picking up what MK9's had, "Emergency! The Doctor is regenerating! The Doctor is regenerating!"

The Doctor let out a deep laugh as he looked at his hands, both of them glowing with the orange energy, "Oh look at this," he glanced at his Mate and daughter, "Regeneration number 13," he turned back to the Daleks, "We're breaking some serious science here boys. I tell you what, it's going to be a whopper!"

"It most certainly is," Angel murmured in Tailor's ear as she clutched her daughter closer.

"Exterminate!" the Daleks tried to fire at him, "Exterminate the Doctor."

But a golden wall shot up in front of him, blocking their attacks.

"Thanks dear," he winked at her before turning to the Daleks once more, "You think you can stop me now Daleks?" he laughed, "If you want my life..." he straightened his bowtie, "Come...and…get it!" he spun his arm out around and threw his right hand up at the sky, taking out the Daleks flying past, doing the same with his other hand as Tailor and Angel ducked down, a golden wall erupting around them, keeping them safe as the Doctor regenerated not 5 feet from them.

"Get inside!" they could hear Clara urging the townspeople away, "Get off street! Get inside quick. Quick!"

"Love from Gallifrey boys!" the Doctor cheered, throwing his head back as the energy shot out of him…destroying every single Dalek and their ships in its path…

~8~

Clara stepped out of the hall she'd hidden the townspeople in to see it was just the stirrings of dawn happening outside. She looked around, the town seemed not quite in shambles but rather badly damaged yet the people seemed more pleased to know that it was completely over than to know that they needed to rebuild. All their enemies were gone now, they were sure, their town was safe, and they just needed to build up again, nothing too hard.

Clara looked up at the clock tower, but saw no sign of the Doctor or Angel or Tailor there, "Doctor?" she called, looking around, but there was no one, "Angel?" she headed over to the TARDIS, thankful it was still there, "Tailor?" she tried, but still there was no response. She sighed, stepping closer, seeing that the telephone was hanging from the instruction panel. She gently lifted it up, placing it back in its place and shutting the panel, before stepping in.

She paused, seeing a pile of clothes neatly folded on the side controls, spotting MK9 placed on the side-chair as she made her way over to him, "Where are they?" she asked the dog…only to hear the sounds of three sets of footsteps behind her.

She looked back to see Angel and Tailor step up onto the upper console deck…the Doctor joining them, now in his purple outfit, looking just as he used to, young.

"Hello," he smiled at Clara, moving to the console to pick up a fish finger from a bowl of custard set out there, tossing it into his mouth, regeneration…always made him so hungry.

"You're young again," Clara remarked, starting to smile, "You're ok. You didn't even change your face."

"Ha!" the Doctor shook his head, looking at his hand, not glowing, but he could feel it tingling, "It's started."

"It's a sort of reset," Angel told her, watching as Tailor moved to nibble on some of the fish fingers that were left, "It's rare, it happens when a Time Lord is given a new set of regenerations, a new cycle."

"Ooh," the Doctor shifted uncomfortably, "It's taking a bit longer than I'd hoped," he winced, Angel moving over to him, behind him, to rub his shoulders, "My angel," he whispered to her, dropping a kiss onto one of her hands.

"My madman," she leaned over his shoulders to kiss his cheek.

"Just got to break it in," he rolled his shoulders as Angel massaged them. He sighed, placing a hand on Angel's to stop her, tugging her to stand before him, giving him the chance to look at all three of them, all four of his girls actually if he included the TARDIS, "It all just disappears, doesn't it?" he murmured, not quite sure what to say, "Everything you are, gone in a moment…like breath on a mirror. Any moment now he's a-coming."

"Who's coming?" Clara frowned.

"Dad," Tailor stated, "The Next Doctor."

"The next one," the Doctor nodded, "Me, it will always be ME," he looked at Angel and Tailor more for that one, knowing that they'd had the most experience with regeneration, with the fears that came with it, "Times just…change...and so must I, but not…" he held out a hand to Angel, "Until I have one last dance," he smiled at her.

Angel hesitated in letting him tug her closer, "My love…" she swallowed, knowing what he wanted to do, "The last you regenerated and did this…"

"I had the absolute best memory to end my life on," he cut in, stepping closer to her when she refused to move closer to him, winding his arms around her, "Please dear," he whispered, "Give me another one?"

She let out a little breath and nodded, stepping closer and resting her head on his shoulder.

He smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his temple to rest against hers, his lips by her ears as he swayed her, humming lightly in her ear, before he began to sing softly, not even minding that Clara and Tailor were watching them, "I just want you for my own..." he smiled, feeling her let out a breath against his neck, "More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true," he leaned back to smile at her, lifting her chin with a curl of his finger, "All I want for Christmas is you," he murmured, sincerity in his every word, "All I want for Christmas...is you," he leaned in and gently kissed her, his hand moving to her cheek, stroking it, wiping away a single tear that fell from her eyes as she pulled back.

"All I want for Christmas," she whispered to him, "Is for you to know how much I love you, how much our daughter loves you, and how much you are loved, by so many."

"I know," he nodded.

"No…" she shook her head, stepping back from him but not letting go of his hand, "Not yet at least," she reached behind her and pulled a lever on the console and a faint hum sounded.

He frowned, not quite sure what she'd done, when he heard Tailor gasp. He looked over to see her covering her mouth with both her hands, a habit she still kept after all those centuries, and followed her gaze a bit up…his eyes widening at what he saw.

"I couldn't get them all," Angel remarked, "But…I got our family at the very least."

Standing there, just up the stairs, all around the small upper level…were images, no…holograms of his family, their EARTH family, all the companions and friends they'd had since the war. And…the way they were looking at him, smiling, they way they were turned as though they knew exactly where he was…he knew it wasn't just a hologram…

It was a real-time projection.

All the companions, were REALLY there at that moment, in hologram form. All of them, Jack, Mickey, Martha, Donna, Sarah Jane, Jenny…even…even Rose was there, standing beside his 10th self, he could recognize them from their clothes it was just after the Moment, probably timed just before they'd left the Gallery in their TARDIS, the 9th Angel was there with them. Even…the Ponds were there, though he could see it was from the year the cubes had invaded given their age and appearance.

"How?" he looked at her, startled, his entire family after the war was there with him, all of them actually there in mind and spirit.

"It was your Christmas gift," she told him, smiling sadly, "I wanted to give you a moment in the TARDIS with all of them once more, without needing them all to be in the TARDIS."

They both knew how hard it was for the companions to come and go, the Ponds had proven that. Once they left the TARDIS, it was truly best for them to not return to it, the temptation was terrible at times, and it always made it more difficult to return to normal life after it. This way…this message would be them all together. And he knew it was a tiny bit of a gift for his last self as well, to see the future companions they'd have, knowing he'd never remember it and it would be safe. The Ponds would probably think Clara was the companion they travelled with when NOT with them or something, they'd probably be shocked when they saw him next, saw him as his 11th self once more, they'd probably think this was a dream or something. And if not…well, they'd kept secrets about his future before.

"Thank you," he breathed, looking at his Mate with tears in his eyes. He lifted his free hand to shift into his vest of his outfit, tugging out the small angel-pendant Angel had given him so long ago, "Thank you so much."

She smiled and nodded, "Family is all we have in the end."

"Look at you all," he smiled, letting go of Angel's hand to spin around and look at them, "All the faces this face saw, the faces from before and before and before," he laughed.

Tailor stepped over to him, hugging him tightly, seeing the tears in his eyes, "We all change dad," she murmured as he hugged her tightly, "Every one of us."

He nodded, pulling away, his hands on her shoulders, "We're all different people all through our lives," he agreed, "And that's ok, that's good. You've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be," he stepped back from her slowly undoing his bowtie in the process, "I will not forget one line of this," he looked at Angel for that, knowing, from how she was standing and looking at him that this was literally her worst fear come to life…him regenerating again, her terror that he'd forget her and he refused to do that, he refused to let her be that scared, he needed to comfort her, one last act for HIM as her Mate, he needed to make sure she'd be ok, "Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me."

"Goodbye Doc," Jack called, the others murmuring their own goodbyes, except for Amy.

Amy merely smiled at him, giving him a nod, "Raggedy man..." she took a breath, "Good night."

He nodded, pulling his tie off completely, smiling at them all before he let the tie fall to the ground.

"No," Clara whimpered, everything getting to be too much for her, "No."

"Hey," he winked at her, "It'll be alright."

Tailor looked at Clara and took her hand, holding it tightly as Angel tried to keep from crying, not sad that he was dying, no, he was LIVING, he was going to live and she was thrilled…she was just…crying for fear of what would come next.

'I love you Nella,' he called to her in her mind, making her smile, both of them aware that, after all the time growing, Tailor could no longer hear them in her mind.

'And I love you Theta,' she nodded at him.

He gave her a wink…before suddenly throwing himself backwards, onto the console, accidently hitting the lever that had created the holograms, making them flicker off as he half-threw himself back standing, now…a very different man.

He was taller, thinner, his face just a tiny bit narrower. His eyebrows were thicker, his hair grayer, not as floppy but more curled. His eyes were lighter, his skin just a little wrinkled with age, not quite as shocking age as he'd endured on Trenzalore though. He panted, wincing as he felt a pain in his side, "Kidneys! I've got new kidneys," he grimaced, blinking his eyes open, "I don't like the color."

"Of your kidneys?" Clara shook her head, completely lost.

But the Doctor didn't answer, instead…he was looking intently at Angel, the woman standing there, almost petrified as he drew nearer and nearer, just…looking at her and looking at her and…not saying anything. And his gaze…it was so searching, so wide…she could feel her hearts pounding at what it could mean for him to look at her like that. His mind was all fuzzy, still trying to settle from the sudden shift in incarnation…she couldn't get a proper read off it…

"Doctor?" she swallowed hard, nearly choking on the word, too afraid to call him 'Theta' in his mind, terrified he wouldn't hear her or he'd hear her and be confused why he could.

He blinked, "Who are you?"

And her hearts shattered.

She let out a shuddering breath, tears pooling in her eyes…not again. This couldn't happen again, please…no…

"Are you my Mate?" he continued, starting to smile a bit as she blinked at him, utterly confused, but…her hearts slowly starting to piece together as his smile grew wider, "Are you my blessed Angel?" he reached out and touched her cheek, cupping it in his hand, his thumb stroking it, "I could hardly see you," he looked into her eyes, swimming with tears, "Your brilliant glow blinded me for a moment," his gaze flickered to her cheek as a tear fell from her eye, him brushing it away with a thumb, just as his last self had, "Don't cry my light," he murmured, making her breath hitch at his own small name for her. He grinned, seeing her reaction to it, she had called him her love so often…it seemed he was returning the gesture, she often WAS called, after all, the light of the Universe, and she was, she was his Universe, his entire world, her and their daughter.

He looked over, seeing Tailor watching him cautiously and he smiled at her, making her smile as well.

He opened his mouth, about to say something…when the TARDIS jolted terrible, nearly sending them all falling to the ground had they not grabbed onto the railings and console for stability.

"What's happening?" Clara gasped.

Angel looked up as the TARDIS hummed, "We're crashing!"

"Into what?" Tailor's eyes widened.

"Stay calm," the Doctor began, moving to the console, "Just…one question," he looked at them, "Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?"

And then Angel and Tailor burst out laughing, it was the Doctor alright.

To be continued...in...New Beginnings!

A/N: Just so you know...I was SO going to end this chapter on 'Who are you?' but I thought that would be too cruel to make you all wait till (likely) Autumn of 2014 to find out if he really forgot her again ;) Can't say I'm too evil now ;) I can say I have something planned for when Angel ends up on her last body, whether she'll get a new set of regenerations too or not I won't say, but there's something coming for her }:) And...I'm very excited because this chapter put me over the edge on quite a few topics, this story is officially my longest at over 600,000 words! AND! This chapter put me over into 6 MILLION words archived! Just at the end of the year lol. I picture this saga being picked up again about 6 weeks after Series 8 finishes airing (2 weeks for TAS and 4 weeks for TLC first.) ...omg...I can't believe this story is over till series 8! O.O

Now, on to a few semi-important announcementsabout tumblr, the Professor, my Merlin story, etc:

Tumblr: A few people suggested that it might be fun to do a sort of 'the OC takes over' day :) I'm going to try my hand at it for my tumblr. On the first day that I introduced a story with a new OC, that day (for 2014) will be the day that the OC takes over my tumblr. You can ask questions and I'll do my best to get the OC to answer ;) I'll make a post for my tumblr about it and post it on all pages so you know the dates. But...Angel will be first for January 1st! So, if you're on tumblr tomorrow and want to ask her a question or chat, she should be available ;) For the record, April 13 is Proffy, July 15th is Evy, October 19th is Michelle, October 28th is Cora, November 22nd is Kona, and December 19th is Leena :) I'm not counting LJ/J/Ayla/the Keta Twins as they're more the secondary OCs :) Any new stories/OCs posted in 2014 will be available to take over 2015 (if the take overs end up being popular)

The Professor: The Academic Series, I am going to try my level best to get that chapter up today, but I've been forced to realize I can't promise anything solid :( Evy's chapters took longer for me to edit than I thought they would and it pushed the final edits and writing for Proffy back :( With it being New Years, with me at work, and with it being my father's birthday also, I'm not sure how much time I'll have today to edit and finish that story. I will try very hard to get it up before midnight (my time) lol. At the worst...it will be the first story of the New Year :) And because I'll be posting (what is shaping to be) a 30,000 word chapter for Proffy, Recollections will not be updated today. Sorry!

Merlin: Merlin will be up on the 5th of January ;) (I'll be doing a 1 chapter treat for each spinoff January 1-4)

Thanks!: I want to end by saying that I hope you all enjoyed this saga :) It was definitely an undertaking to make it nearly a year of DW :) It feels like just yesterday I started, so I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing :) I also want to thank all of you, anyone who's read/reviewed/favorited/followed/anything this story. You all really do mean the world to me and I really feel so touched and so blessed that I have you as readers, I seriously do consider myself the luckiest person in the world because you are all SO amazing! I love you guys ^.-^

I hope you all have an amazing, fantastic, brilliant New Year! :)

Some notes on reviews...

Lol, the Captain is a great name, which is why my other OC Time Child, LJ/J Smith of the Lunar Cycle is 'The Captain,' after his dear Uncle Jack ;) So I probably wouldn't call Ayla's potential brother that, just to keep it separate ;)

In this story, yes they reach majority at 500, and appear to be about Earth 18. It's more for fanfiction purposes, but there's also a foundation in the original plans for the show. The 1st Doctor (in production notes) was meant to be about 650 years old when he was travelling. Not to mention there's always some debate about the Doctor's real age though, because Rule 1, the Doctor lies lol :) We all know there are some pretty big inconsistencies with his age in both Classic and New-Who lol, like how the 6th Doctor said he was 900 years old, but the War Doctor (the real 9th Doctor) claimed he was 800 and so on ;) In this story, that's just when they're considered an adult, we see plenty of young couples getting married and having children. We can assume he lies about his age so, taking that into consideration, I put him at about 600 when he started to travel with Susan in this story to be more true to the original intended age :) I explained Time Lord aging (in the context of this story) in the Snowmen's last chapter :) It's just an interpretation for this story as it's never specifically mentioned in the show for real, 100 percent sure, with no lies at all, what his age was :) And just to touch on your review from ATOTL, I think the reason we were confused about the aging is that it's been stated a few times that Time Lords were essentially immortal and could live forever barring any accidents, which implies they would NOT age (unlike a human who would look different 5 or 11 years in), so why did the Doctor? I think that's what was a bit confusing about it so I came up with different reasons for each story to theorize why that was ;)

Lol, I definitely intend to work on overprotective Doctor/dad in Series 8 ;) I'm thinking of adding in oneshots like that to AAO, since the TARDIS has a connection to her pilots and can see through space and time, she'd see Ayla growing into Tailor and I'd want to include that. We won't see it for a while, but I definitely plan to do a few for that series :)

The days the spinoffs are updated are actually on my profile, listed just after the spinoff is mentioned for each series :) But AAO is updated around the 15th/16th of each month. However, I'm going to be using the 1-4 of January to post 1 extra chapter of all my spinoffs to start the new year off :)