My Immoral:Chapter 5 A New Face

 

(Chapter 5: A New Face

Rated MA 18 & over)

Content warning: sexual situations. 

"Have you considered the offer I made?" she asked me, her British accent adding a touch of elegance to her words.

"Miss River, Cherise has been going through a difficult time recently, so maybe..." Lana started to explain, but I interrupted. "It's alright, Lana,” understanding her concern. Lana let out a sigh and gathered her belongings, indicating that she was ready to leave. She shrugged and said, "Well, I should probably head home. I have some things to take care of anyway." She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and leaned in and whispered in my ear. "If you ever need me, just give me a call," she said before walking away. "Let’s go inside and have a conversation?" I suggested, glancing towards my house, contemplating the decision.

 "After giving it some thought, I've come to a decision," I admitted, leading her inside and closing the door behind us. Surprisingly, there was no one home, which was fortunate as I wasn't quite sure how to explain the presence of this intriguing woman to my family.

Inviting River in might not have been the wisest choice, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I longed to uncover the mysteries surrounding her.

"Please, have a seat," I gestured, settling down on the sofa myself. I casually took off my jacket and draped it over the armrest. River was dressed in a dark blue leather jacket, a beige button-up shirt, black jeans, and knee-high brown flat boots. Her outfit didn't seem suitable for the summer weather, but she must have had her own reasons for choosing it. She carried a medium-sized brown leather messenger bag. "How do you time travel?" I asked her.

"With this, sweetie," she replied, pointing at her vortex manipulator on her wrist.

"Why do you want me to come with you?"

"I thought maybe you'd be interested in seeing the Doctor's other incarnations," she said. I took a moment to think about it.

"If I agree to come with you, just this once, you won't harm me or abandon me somewhere, will you?" She shook her head. “Remember, my Doctor hasn't come into existence yet. I only time travel to meet his past incarnations because I'm curious about who he was back then."

 "You know, he mentioned having other intimate companions. Do you know about them?" She nodded. "It doesn't bother me; the Doctor is who he is. He knows that any relationship he is in will eventually fade because he outlives his companions. That's a known fact, sweetie," she said with a serious expression. It's true, I never expected him to stay with me, as he would outlive me too. He revealed his age of 903 years, and strangely enough, it doesn't bother me. But the thought of him continuing to exist while I slowly fade away unsettles me. Despite my selfishness, I can't help but want to be with him all the time. I sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll go with you just this once. I'm curious, like you said," I gave her a gentle smile. She slung her brown messenger bag across her chest. “Okay girl, give me your hand.” She took out another vortex manipulator from her messenger bag. She slapped it on my wrist and strapped it on. Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but ask, "So, how does this whole thing work?" Her response was simple yet intriguing, "You must hold my hand as we embark on this journey." Eager to know more, I asked, “Where exactly are we headed?" She playfully clicked her tongue and replied, "Let's go see his fourth incarnation." With a swift tap on her vortex manipulator, we were instantly transported inside the Tardis. Although I initially felt a bit disoriented, I quickly regained my composure. Taking in my surroundings, I couldn't help but recognize the iconic Tardis interior, albeit with a slight variation from what I was accustomed to. Seeking clarification, I asked, "Where exactly have we landed?" She smiled and explained, "We are inside the Tardis. The Doctor and Sarah have just returned from their battle against an alien species on the Ark." Intrigued by distant voices and moans of pleasure emanating from somewhere within the Tardis, we ventured down the hallways until we reached the room it was coming from. “Are there any others here besides them?”

“No, I think there’s another person, but he’s in a different room, far away from where the Doctor is.” River said and winked. I sighed and smiled. I felt uncomfortable overhearing someone making out. “River, I think we shouldn't be here, they seem busy," I murmured, feeling a bit anxious and worried about the possibility of getting caught. River chuckled softly and nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the Tardis’ alarm went off, signaling the presence of intruders. "Well, sweetie, you're probably right, we should leave," River said, as she took my hand, and in a blink of an eye, we disappeared just before the Doctor emerged from the room only partially dressed. Sarah Jane lay in his bed without any clothes on, making us curious about what she and the Doctor were doing. Of course, we were well aware of what they were doing, River had confided in me that she occasionally peeks in on the Doctor during intimate moments with his companions, finding it sexually titillating. We transported to the 1920s, precisely on New Year's Eve in New York City. "What year is it here?" I asked, glancing around nervously, worried that someone might have witnessed our sudden mysterious arrival. 

"It's 1928," River replied, checking the time vortex manipulator. "What should we do here? We're not exactly dressed for this era," I pointed out. "We're going shopping and then we'll have a great time at Times Square later," River said with a wink, planting a kiss on my forehead. With a collection of cash from various eras, River and I ventured into a trendy boutique and indulged in the purchase of party dresses and casual attire for the day. Following our shopping spree, River secured a room for the night in the vicinity, allowing us to fully immerse ourselves in the experience. Donning our casual chic attire reminiscent of the roaring 1920s, we strolled through the bustling streets, eagerly exploring the vibrant city. As the night progressed, we hailed a taxi and returned to our hotel, and got ready to revel in the festivities of the evening. As the evening unfolded, we engaged in an unforgettable celebration, as we joyously welcomed the arrival of the New Year. We were intoxicated as we stumbled back to our room, where I collapsed onto the bed, and River gracefully settled beside me, both of us succumbing to the intoxicating effects of the night. Her face lit up with a gentle smile as she gracefully moved toward me, her lips eagerly seeking mine. In that moment, I allowed myself to indulge in the tantalizing and seductive sensation that coursed through my veins. However, despite the allure of the moment, I couldn't deny my own truth. As a person who identifies as straight, my desires didn't align with hers, even though I held affection for River. With a regretful tone, I mustered the courage to utter, "I'm sorry, but I can't." Surprisingly, she responded with a mixture of amusement and understanding, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Alright, sweetie, I understand. The Doctor’s a lucky man," she said, her voice laced with a touch of admiration. Despite not displaying any overt disappointment regarding our unmet wishes, I could detect a subtle hint of dissatisfaction hidden beneath her calm facade. As darkness surrounded us, we drifted off to sleep in the shared bed. The following morning, as the sun rose to greet us, she eagerly suggested traveling to the captivating eras of the 1930s, 1960s, and lastly, the year 1986. Intrigued by her proposal, I agreed. After visiting the 1930’s and 1960’s we headed to 1986. "Where have we arrived?" I asked, my voice filled with intrigue. With a mischievous grin, she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness, "We have landed in April 1986, sweetie." I couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion as I took in my surroundings. This was supposed to be my home, but it seemed like a barren land with nothing but wild plants and weeds. It was hard to believe that this is where the community where I live in 2013, will be built in the future. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all, thinking to myself, "Well, this feels like a scene straight out of  Back to the Future indeed. I gazed out at the barren, desolate field where our family's future home will be, and mentioned to my companion that my mother was currently residing in Anaheim, and probably eight years old at the moment. “Would you like to visit your mother?” she asked. I declined, “The Doctor was adamant about not causing butterflies.” I replied. She chuckled, “I guess he taught you well, let’s go somewhere more populated,” she suggested. With a simple synchronization of our devices, we found ourselves near the vibrant mall in Costa Mesa."

 “Wow, this is awesome,” I said. I had changed back to my regular clothes, which didn't seem out of place in this particular era. During the 80's, it was considered fashionable to sport skinny jeans; along with that, I wore a simple grey T-shirt that added a touch of simplicity to my overall look. I had chosen to wear dangling gold earrings that gracefully adorned my ears. However, my hairstyle didn't quite align with the prevailing fashion trends of the time. I distinctly remember watching on television how girls flaunted voluminous hair and chunky jewelry, which was all the rage in the 80's. Because of River’s accent, people assumed that her ensemble reflected new European fashion. Intrigued by her unique style, a girl around my age couldn't resist the temptation to ask about the origin of her fabulous outfit. I chimed in, “Um, it’s the new look in London.”  River looked at me then nodded and smiled at the girl. 

“Yes, it’s the new look,” she said, agreeing with me and giving me a wink.

"Awesome leather jacket, I like it," the girl said. She bore a striking resemblance to Molly Ringwald, but it wasn’t her. She wore a black velvet beret perched gracefully on her head, complemented by a matching black velvet jacket. The ensemble was further accentuated by a charming black satin miniskirt that perfectly showcased her fashion-forward choices. To complete the look, she confidently strutted in three-inch black heeled shoes, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. Adding a touch of individuality, her short red hair added a vibrant pop of color. She smiled at us and walked away. “I guess you’re making a fashion statement,” I chuckled. River scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Please, this era was all about material possessions and looks,” she said and I chuckled.

“So, want to do some shopping?” she asked. I nodded, “Okay and then we can walk around and observe the locals,” I said. She scoffed and smiled. We had a great time dining at a restaurant in the mall and I managed to find a cool retro item at one of the clothing stores. The atmosphere was nostalgic. River always carries money from different eras, she never leaves home without it. After a fun trip, we headed back home. We appeared in my room a few minutes after we originally left. 

“Wow, that was incredible. Thanks River, for showing me around. I had a great time.” She gave me a hug and then said, “Never tell the Doctor about me, he hasn’t met me yet. In fact, he hasn’t met my parents Amy and Rory yet,” she said.

“What do you mean, by hasn’t met your parents yet?” I asked, perplexed by that comment.

“Well, sweetie, technically I haven’t been born yet. In one of his future incarnations, he will meet my parents and they will travel with him.”

“Okay, I won’t say anything. The Doctor is a bit possessive about me anyways.”  She smiled and kissed my forehead, then left.

Three days later, the Doctor paid me a visit at night. In three months, I'll be turning 19, and I can't wait for my birthday to arrive. Lately, it's been a bit difficult for me to fall asleep, especially after dealing with that parasite incident. I've been tossing and turning in bed, struggling to drift off to sleep. But on this particular night, I finally managed to fall asleep. To my surprise, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found the Doctor in my bed, holding me close with his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his warmth and his desire pressing against me. As I turned to look at him, I saw his handsome face resting on the pillow next to mine. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle when I noticed he was only in his underwear. He leaned in to kiss me tenderly, and in that moment, I knew I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. With a playful smile, I slid my pajamas off from under the covers, and he followed suit by removing his underwear. We embraced each other passionately, lost in the moment and the connection we shared. “I missed you, Cherise,” he said while simultaneously kissing my face and lips. “I know, I missed you too,” I whispered. His palm suddenly silenced my moans, surprising me. "Sorry, Cherise," he murmured, "I can't risk your loud screams waking the whole house. You understand, don't you?" Despite being a vocal lover, his move unsettled me, yet I understood. With intense desire, he penetrated my eager, throbbing core, and my tight walls eagerly welcomed his pulsating shaft as he vigorously pushed into me. My body arched, my back contorting with pleasure as he thrust into me with a force that left me breathless. 

The intensity of our lovemaking reflected the passion we had shared before, a fiery connection that ignited every time our bodies collided. The desire to become one with me was palpable, a hunger that consumed him. I clung to his muscular shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I surrendered to the ecstasy coursing through my veins. He fucked me hard, my screams were muffled by his hand, replaced by a fervent kiss. In that moment, waves of pure ecstasy crashed over us, our bodies trembling as we reached the pinnacle of orgasm together, our hearts racing in perfect synchrony. As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, he broke the silence with a tender question, "Are you alright?" I could only nod at the moment, my breath stolen by the intensity of our encounter. I whispered, “I’m fine.”

His voice filled with adoration, he whispered, "I'm sorry, sometimes I forget myself, you're so beautiful." His words washed over me, as I reassured him, "I understand." The weight of our connection left me feeling both exhilarated and enervated, a mix of emotions that only deepened my affection for him. We drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, our bodies still humming with the echoes of our lovemaking. Morning came, the light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my room as a knock broke the silence. My brother's voice called out. "Cher, mom wants to know if you’re gonna come down for breakfast."

I turned to glance at the digital clock, my eyes widening in disbelief. It was already 10:00 am. And then, reality hit me like a bolt of lightning. The Tardis, a symbol of adventure and mystery, stood proudly in my room, and next to me, still asleep, was the Doctor himself. My mouth fell open in astonishment. “Shit, he’s still here,” I thought to myself.

“Sure, I'll be there in a minute." I could hear my brother's footsteps going downstairs. This brought a wave of relief, causing me to let out a sigh. Meanwhile, The Doctor's snoring persisted, completely unaware of the possible chaos that could unfold. My parents, who were quite traditional and had no idea about the current predicament, would undoubtedly be furious if they found out that there was a significantly older man in my bed. Considering my father's occupation as a lawyer, the consequences for The Doctor would be severe. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. "Doctor, please wake up," I whispered urgently, gently shaking him. Slowly, he stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on his face. "It's morning," I said, my voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. A drowsy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stretched his arms. "I must have been in a deep sleep," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. His eyes met mine, and a dreamy expression washed over his face. "Does it really matter if they find out about us?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of longing, as he gave me a kiss on the lips. I couldn't help but scoff, my eyes rolling involuntarily. "Well, let's see," I replied, my tone tinged with sarcasm. "We've been romantically involved all summer, and I'm 18, so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't approve." 

His eyes rolled in response, and he let out a frustrated sigh, clicking his tongue. "Impressive, all in just a few months," he joked, a hint of amusement in his voice. I chuckled softly, shaking my head at his playful remark.

"Are your parents really that strict? You're almost 19 now, a grown woman. You should start introducing me as your significant other," he teased, his voice carrying a mix of playfulness and seriousness.

"I know my parents; they won’t understand. But I promise I'll talk to them about us soon, alright?" I reassured him, feeling his arms around me once more. He smiled warmly and pulled me closer, embracing me tightly as he kissed me with passion, his eyes filled with love and understanding. With a blend of sadness and determination in his voice, he declared, "Alright, I'll leave." His brows furrowed, and he regarded me with a perplexed and worried expression. "But please assure me that you won't accompany that mysterious woman anywhere." I asked him with sincere curiosity, "Does it still trouble you?" He nodded slowly, his gaze probing mine. "Yes, Butterfly," he responded, his voice brimming with vulnerability. "I find it difficult to trust her, particularly because I am unfamiliar with her, yet she seems to possess extensive knowledge about me."

"I won't leave with her," I said with a smile, hiding the truth that I had already traveled with her. As he stepped into the Tardis, we shared a passionate embrace and kiss. After he disappeared, I made my way downstairs. Later in the day, Lana and I decided to try Juice n Grill, a place similar to Wabba Grill. Lana and I shared a delightful lunch together, each opting for different dishes that perfectly reflected our personalities. While I enjoyed an iced coffee with cream and a croissant, Lana chose a vibrant Acacia bowl filled with strawberries, banana slices, and granola. The contrast in our choices highlighted Lana's health-conscious nature and my love for classic comfort foods. "I can’t believe that we were on another planet," Lana exclaimed, breaking the silence. I nodded in agreement, savoring the last bite of my croissant. 

The conversation took an unexpected turn when I decided to confide in Lana about my concerns regarding birth control. "Lana, I don’t want my parents to know that I’ve been sexually active, at least not yet. You know how they are," I confessed, feeling a mix of anxiety and frustration. As I gazed out the window of the bustling restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability amidst the chaos of the outside world. Seeking advice, I turned to Lana, hoping she could shed some light on the matter. "How can I get the Pill?" I asked, barely audible. The view beyond the window presented a striking contrast to the intimate discussion unfolding between us. Lana, always ready to lend a helping hand, proposed involving her older sister, who was already using birth control. "Well, my older sister is already on birth control, and if you'd like, I can ask her to get more," Lana reassured, her tone comforting. However, I hesitated to involve her sister, as I wished to keep this aspect of my life a secret. "But I don't want her to find out," I responded, my voice filled with uncertainty. "No worries, she's trustworthy and since you're turning 19 in three months, I think it's safe to confide in her," I hesitated, contemplating the offer at hand. Letting out a sigh, I finally relented, "Alright, you can go ahead and let her know they're for me, just don't mention anything about the Doctor." Lana nodded. Later that day, I found myself seated at the kitchen table, engrossed in my laptop as I perused the class schedule. Accidentally knocking over my iced tea, I hurriedly cleaned up the spill. Suddenly, a peculiar noise emanated from the Livingroom, causing me to halt in my tracks. Slowly making my way to the Livingroom, I was met with the sight of River, clad in a stylish ensemble of a brown leather jacket, slate blue button up shirt, jeans, and boots, complete with a weapon holster. 

She proposed another adventure, this time to a different planet, as she sat on the sofa, gazing at me with a mix of curiosity and a smile. I remained silent, mulling over her suggestion. 

"Is your silence a, no?" she asked.

"Not at all," I paused, taking a moment to ponder the question. "So, where exactly are we headed?" 

"Well, there's this fascinating jungle planet that has piqued my interest. While we're there, we can embark on some thrilling explorations. And don't worry, if there's any danger, we can swiftly escape from it," she reassured me with a comforting smile. But can I really bring myself to venture off to another planet after what happened on the last one? 

 "Alright, I just hope the Doctor remains unaware of our little escapade. I can already picture how irritated he would be if he found out," I remarked. River chuckled softly, playfully rolling her eyes.

She rose from the sofa, exuding confidence as she placed her hands on her hips, ready to confront any challenges that awaited us. "Don't fret, we'll be back before he pays you another visit."

"Wait, do you know when he'll return?" She tilted her head to the side, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she crossed her arms. "Yes sweetie, I do. He will make his grand reappearance in three days, I've foreseen it," she replied with a knowing glint in her eyes. I shook my head and smiled.

"Interesting, a few days, huh? Well, we can go," I commented, a hint of uncertainty in my voice. "Let me grab my backpack and change for the occasion." Heading upstairs, I opted for my olive-green button-up safari shirt, a comfortable pair of jeans, and packed some essentials in my backpack - a flashlight, a battery charger for my phone, and the phone the Doctor had given me. After tying my hair up in a ponytail, I made my way downstairs, glancing at the clock which read 2:35 pm. I took a deep breath. 

"Shall we?" I suggested, as she secured the vortex manipulator on my wrist, holding my hand firmly. This time, we journeyed through a wormhole, arriving at a ship concealed in an empty lot. The ship was hidden from view, cloaked to maintain secrecy.

"You have a spaceship?" I asked in awe, to which she simply nodded, leading me up the ramp and onto the ship. The interior was spacious, equipped with all the necessities for interstellar travel. Taking a seat beside River at the control helm, the ship had to uncloak before we could leave Earth's atmosphere. Once in space, River deftly navigated the ship, pushing buttons on the control panel, and in a flash, we were in another star system. We landed and cautiously exited the ship. I looked back to see that it had cloaked itself from prying eyes. With a swift motion, she took my hand, and our journey took us through a mysterious portal or wormhole. We stepped onto unfamiliar ground, a wave of nausea overwhelmed me, causing me to vomit uncontrollably. Despite the disorientation, I gathered myself and regained my composure, determined to face whatever awaits us. It was evident that River was no stranger to such interdimensional travels, for she remained unaffected, her calm demeanor a testament to her countless encounters with such extraordinary experiences.  

"Are you feeling alright, my dear?" I responded with a nod, assuring her that I was fine by giving her a thumbs up. Her laughter filled the air, bringing a sense of warmth and comfort to the moment. "You'll get used to this," she said, her voice filled with confidence and reassurance, as she pulled out a scanner to survey our surroundings. After carefully examining the area, she declared, "Everything seems to be okay." She neatly tucked the device back into her messenger bag. I placed my backpack at my feet and reached for the insect repellent. With utmost care, I applied the cream to my arms and any exposed skin, making sure to avoid my face. River chuckled at my cautiousness. 

"I wouldn't want to be bitten by some exotic bug," justifying my wariness. "This time I must take precautions," I added. She smiled and shook her head, understanding my concerns. As we ventured further into the jungle, it embraced us with its dense foliage, creating an atmosphere that was both warm and sticky, reminiscent of the Amazon. The sounds of native creatures echoed all around us, adding an eerie yet serene tranquility to the environment. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of exotic flowers and plants that permeated the air.

It felt as if we had stepped into a world where not only earthly beings existed, but perhaps extraterrestrial ones as well. River, why are we here?" I finally asked, curiosity tinged with a hint of apprehension in my voice.  "I've come here for something important, and I'm counting on you to help," she said with a mischievous smile and a playful wink. Little did I know, she had just pulled a fast one on me. The thought of having to reach out to the Doctor now made me cringe with embarrassment. How on earth would I even begin to explain this situation to him? While exploring a barely visible path, River took out her scanner, confidently guiding us forward. Out of nowhere, a sharp clicking sound reverberated from the rear.

Acting on pure instinct, I turned around quickly only to come face to face with a gigantic insect that looked like a praying mantis, resting on a massive tree trunk. The sight was so unbelievable that I stood frozen in place, mouth agape in shock. "River!" She spun around and grabbed her weapon, firing at the insect as it dropped to the ground. My heart raced in my chest, realizing the insect repellent wouldn't have been much help. I let out a trembling sigh of relief. 

With a dismissive tone, she said, "I'll teach you how to use a weapon later," she assured me.  "You can't always rely on others to save you,' she emphasized the importance of self-reliance. I nodded in agreement, and we continued our journey. During a brief pause, I reached for my water bottle while River retrieved her canteen from her bag. Suddenly, I heard a menacing growl and hiss behind me. Slowly turning around, I was confronted by a massive snake-like worm that had been silently trailing us.  It was a stealthy predator driven by insatiable hunger. We sprinted as fast as we could, enduring scratches from thorny branches as we pushed through dense foliage, following River's lead. Eventually, we arrived at a river that we needed to cross.

"I don't think it will stop if we cross the river," I expressed my concern. However, we had no other option but to continue. As we ventured north along the river, we stumbled upon a bridge.  We exchanged glances, acknowledging that someone must have constructed it in the past. Nevertheless, with the creature closing in on us, we had no choice but to take our chances and cross the bridge. The old bridge seemed unstable as River, and I cautiously crossed it. Suddenly, I spotted the creature effortlessly swimming in the river and exclaimed, "Look!" I pointed at it. 

River's response was filled with worry as she muttered, "Oh no." Determined to reach our destination, River grabbed my hand and synchronized our vortex manipulators. With the creature getting closer, she stated that we might not make it, the creature was causing the bridge to sway violently. 

As I looked at River, who remained calm, my anxiety grew. The beast's mouth opened wide, exposing its terrifying teeth, sharp and uneven, shimmering with droplets of saliva. Holding her hand tightly in mine, she tapped the vortex manipulator, and we were abruptly transported to a mysterious realm hidden deep within the dense jungle. Taking a brief pause, we gasped for air, amazed by our miraculous getaway from danger. Despite the suffocating heat and moisture, my body was drenched in sweat, but we pushed forward with determination.

After a while, we stumbled upon a peculiar and captivating structure, embellished with gleaming gold and silver, adding an aura of enchantment to its already intriguing presence. The dense jungle foliage enveloped us, but amidst the greenery, the building stood out like a sore thumb. Its peculiar structure sent a chill down my spine, emanating an eerie aura. My curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist asking, "How do we even get inside?" With a mischievous grin, she took hold of my hand and replied, "We'll teleport in, sweetie." In the blink of an eye, we found ourselves inside the building, much to my surprise and unease. A sense of uncertainty and danger lingered throughout our journey. As we ventured further, I remembered the phone the Doctor had given me, knowing that I could call for help if needed. However, I couldn't ignore the potential consequences of involving him. With wide eyes, I scanned the surroundings, unsure of her true intentions for bringing me here. We cautiously made our way down a dimly lit hallway, our hearts pounding with anticipation. Suddenly, two aliens resembling Greys appeared in the distance, engrossed in their conversation. We quickly hid behind a corner, holding our breaths, waiting for them to pass. Although I couldn't comprehend their words, their discussion seemed inconsequential at that moment. Finally, we arrived at our destination, only to be confronted by a locked door. Frustration crept in as I questioned, "What do we do now?" River pointed towards a vent and handed me a peculiar gold and black sci-fi device, along with a silver insulated bag. "You can squeeze through that vent, you're small enough," she explained, her voice filled with determination.

Whispering softly, I asked, "What exactly is this device?" I questioned; my curiosity piqued. In response, she began to explain, her voice filled with confidence, "This gadget has the power to deactivate the force field encompassing the case housing the artifact, all while avoiding setting off any alarms. Simply press this button, and it will effortlessly handle the rest."  Though I harbored some doubts, I mustered up the courage to climb onto her back, using it to reach the vent. With the device in hand, I skillfully removed the bolts, handing her the vent cover as she carefully placed it on the floor. I had placed my backpack against the wall, prior to entering the vent. I couldn't help but ask, "I'm not too heavy, am I?" Seeking reassurance, I awaited her response. "No, you're absolutely fine," she assured me, her voice filled with confidence. With the device securely held in one hand and my bag in the other, I cautiously maneuvered through the vent, relying on its guidance. Upon reaching my destination, I carefully removed yet another vent cover and descended with utmost care. As my feet touched the ground, a small yelp escaped my lips, prompting me to survey the area cautiously. Following the device's instructions, I embarked on my journey towards the enigmatic crystal rock, filled with anticipation and wonder.

 The item emitted a deep red glow and pulsated with energy. I slid the device across the control panel, successfully unlocking the forcefield around it. It was evident that the individuals behind this security system were extremely confident in its capabilities. I retrieved the metallic bag that River had handed me for the crystal rock, which turned out to be surprisingly lightweight. After securing it inside the bag, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the potential compromise of my escape plan. Letting out a frustrated groan, I shook my head in disbelief. As I approached the door and activated the panel, a loud alarm suddenly blared, catching me off guard. My heart raced with adrenaline as the door slid open, revealing a visibly anxious River urging us to make a swift exit before the building initiated a lockdown. Hastily grabbing my backpack, I followed River out of the building, completely unaware of the Greys' advanced ability to track us through our DNA. 

A strand of hair or fingerprints would do it. As we teleported back to the jungle, I caught a brief glimpse of a Grey alien clad in black armor standing near a tree, it sent a chill down my spine. I wondered if he had been tailing us. Did he have an inkling of what we had done? River synced our time travel devices and we materialized by the ship. 

"So, where do you think we should head next?" I asked, trying to push away my doubts as we walked up the ramp.

"You're really enjoying this, huh?" she probed, sensing my hesitation. I let out a laugh, "I have to admit, it's exciting but also quite risky."

"I'll drop you off at your place for now," she stated.

"What are you planning to do with that crystal?" I questioned, a sense of unease creeping over me as I felt eyes on us.

"I'm thinking of selling it on a different planet," she responded.

"For money?" I probed further, to which she simply shook her head.

"The less you know, the better, just in case they come looking for answers," she cautioned, sending a shiver down my spine. The ship materialized at the vacant lot and with the help of our vortex manipulators, we swiftly teleported ourselves to the park across the street from my house, ensuring that our arrival went completely unnoticed.

 "Take care, maybe we'll embark on another adventure next time," she trailed off, her gaze fixed on something behind me. I whirled around and caught sight of the Tardis appearing a few yards away from me. However, when I turned my gaze back, River had mysteriously disappeared into thin air. Frustration welled up inside me, and I muttered curses under my breath as I hastened my steps towards my home. Upon entering, I was taken aback to find my mother already home, bustling about in the kitchen. Not wanting to disturb her, I stealthily tiptoed past her and ascended the stairs to my bedroom. Out of nowhere, the Tardis appeared in my room, and the Doctor stepped out with a grave look on his face.

My heart dropped, and I couldn't meet his eyes, feeling the weight of shame. "I went to visit a friend," I murmured, barely audible. With a skeptical look, he questioned, "What happened to your arms?" His gaze lingered on the scratches, revealing that he saw through my excuse. "We need to talk," he stated firmly. We sought refuge in the Tardis, sitting on the chilly, metal steps. "Cherise, where did you go?" he asked, carefully choosing his words. I hesitated, considering my response. "Please, don't lie to me. I truly care about you, and I won't let distrust come between us," he urged. I let out a tired sigh.

 “I explicitly cautioned you about it," he stopped, his voice filled with concern.

 "The Greys are not to be underestimated; they will surely come looking for you. I might need to stay close to you tonight to make sure you're safe."

"Wait, you mentioned the Greys. Do you know what happened?" I asked, puzzled.

He nodded, "They informed me because I am the Earth's guardian and your DNA is human, they wanted to let me about a theft that took place on one of their stations, committed by humans," he paused and sighed.

 "If only this hadn't happened, our situation would be very different right now. We would be holding each other, sharing our love," he said as he embraced me. Later that evening, my family and I gathered downstairs to watch TV, while I knew all along that the Doctor was in my bedroom. As everyone settled in and went to their rooms, the Doctor and I quietly lay in my bed, holding each other. Suddenly, he sat up straight, and a strange vibrating noise filled the room. Startled, I sat up too, looking at him with wide eyes.

 "Could it be them?" I asked, and he nodded in confirmation.

 "I think they have arrived," he said.

"Won’t the entire neighborhood be able to hear their spaceship?" I asked, to which he responded by shaking his head and saying, "They possess the capability to induce a deep slumber within a 100-mile radius. That's how they carry out their operations."

"But why didn't they make us fall asleep as well?" I probed further.

"We were not their intended focus; they needed us to remain awake," he explained, before rising from the bed and adopting a more solemn expression.

Suddenly, a mysterious Grey alien appeared in my room, its eyes staring at me with an eerie intensity. The Doctor effortlessly communicated with the alien in their own language, leaving me bewildered. After their conversation, they turned to me, making me feel uneasy as I looked away. The Doctor then sat beside me on the bed, sensing my discomfort. With curiosity, I asked, “What do he say?” The Doctor took my hand, revealing, “I asked if I could accompany you, and he granted his consent.” In my pajamas and bare feet, I was taken onto the alien vessel, leaving my familiar room behind as we were transported onto the Grey’s ship.

I found myself in a room, the examination table positioned in the center. I reclined on it while the Doctor observed the procedure from a short distance. A strange scanner glided over my body, and then one of the Greys implanted the device into my upper right arm. As I sat up, a sigh escaped me. "So, is that it?" I asked. The Doctor nodded in response. "Will the implant cause any harm, like cancer?" I asked with concern. He reassured me with a gentle smile and shook his head. "No, they assured me it's only to ensure that you never return to their planet again, it's a tracker." I sighed and nodded, rising from the exam table. Without acknowledging Grey, I followed the Doctor out of the room and towards the transport ring. "Will I always have the implant?" I asked. He sighed and replied, “Yes, unfortunately. When they leave, everything will be back to normal,” he added. I waited and suddenly I heard a car driving down my street and I could hear my brother snoring down the hallway in his room. I sighed, feeling despondent about what happened. He embraced me tightly and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry for what happened, I hope you're not mad at me," I apologized, pouted and grimaced. He shook his head, "I'm not angry, just a little let down. I understand your curiosity led you to take off with that woman, but please don't go off with her again. Let this be a lesson for you," he advised. I nodded in agreement. As he prepared to enter the Tardis, he turned to me and asked, "Do you want to join me in exploring 1966?" I looked at him with excitement, my eyes gleaming, and I flashed a wide grin.  "Great, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, so please be ready," he informed me before he departed. The next morning, we set off on an adventure to 1966, as the Tardis appeared in an alleyway of the bustling city. "Doctor, where have we landed?" I asked, eagerly.

"We arrived in Anaheim on April 17th, 1966. Let's explore and see what awaits us," he replied with a mischievous grin, reaching out to hold my hand as we exited the time machine. "We arrived in Anaheim on April 17th, 1966. Let's explore and see what awaits us," he replied with a mischievous grin, reaching out to hold my hand as we exited the time machine. The Tardis cloaked itself, and we walked out of the alley. I was dressed in a black and white striped mini dress paired with knee-high black boots; a style that seemed to be popular among other young women at the time. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice how handsome the Doctor looked, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Why are you blushing?" he asked.

 "You look very handsome," I responded shyly. He then put his arm around my waist, drawing me closer. "You can show me later how cute I am," he whispered. We continued down the sidewalk, surrounded by people going about their own business. Eventually, we made our way into a 5 and dime store. "Let's see what's in the newspaper," he suggested as he paid the cashier. While the Doctor perused the pages, I noticed a flyer on display in the store window, I grabbed it and showed the Doctor. "Look at this, the White Sox versus the Angels on April 19^th.” Eagerly, I showed the flyer to him. He let out a low chuckle and responded, "I guess we’ll be indulging in a thrilling baseball game later?" Grabbing a box of jellybeans, he expressed his love for them. "Care to taste one? I call them jelly babes," he offered, and I couldn't resist smiling as I took two. He was truly savoring our time together, reveling in the presence of his favorite girl.  We leisurely walked back to the Tardis. "Let's have some music," he suggested to the Tardis. The Tardis filled with nostalgic tunes from the 1960s, and the song "A Groovy Kind of Love" echoed around the room. We started swaying and slowly dancing, his firm arms enveloping me tightly. "Butterfly, you're my special little vixen," he murmured in my ear, causing me to let out a soft giggle. He began kissing me passionately and effortlessly lifted me in his strong arms, tossing me over his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to his bedroom. Gently laying me on his bed, he began undressing me. As we both shed our clothes, we found ourselves entwined in each other's arms, consumed by desire once more. I longed for his touch, his embrace. Straddling him, my legs encircling his hips, I guided his thick, hard member into me as I moved back and forth in the Cowgirl sexual position. He firmly grasped my breasts, squeezing them as he directed me with fervent intensity.  

“Baby, turn around," he growled, his eyes smoldering with desire, silently instructing me to mount him from behind. My body trembled with excitement as he thrust deeply into my eager center, causing a chorus of moans to reverberate throughout the room. With a firm voice, he guided me to straddle his face, and I obeyed without question. I sank down onto his waiting mouth, my fingers clutching the solid headboard as his talented tongue danced over my sensitive skin, sending ripples of pleasure surging through me. His warm breath and moist tongue worked their enchantment, skillfully teasing my swollen clit with each passionate stroke, edging me closer to the brink of bliss with every passing moment. He then instructed me to lie on my back, and I complied with his every wish. Spreading my legs wide, he entered me deeply, causing me to arch my back in ecstasy as he delved further into my core, igniting a flame within me that blazed hotter with each heartbeat. The intensity of his caress propelled me towards the pinnacle of pleasure, my cries growing louder as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Warm cum trickled between my thighs, mingling with his, as we both reached the peak of our shared passion.

 My body quivered with longing, yearning for more of his caress, more of his fervor. With anticipation, I positioned myself on all fours, offering myself to him in a raw exhibition of desire and necessity. His forceful movements from behind sent waves of ecstasy through me, each powerful thrust propelling me closer to the edge of euphoria. The sting of his strong slaps on my behind, only heightened the intensity of the moment, igniting the flames of desire that raged between us. A moan escaped my lips, igniting his ardor. Despite his craving for anal stimulation, he respected my limits, choosing a different form of closeness. As we reached the peak, his weight pressed against me, leaving me spent yet content. His lips found the tender spot on my neck, causing me to giggle with pleasure, a testament to the intimate bond we shared in that instant. "You make me feel so beautiful," I murmured and exhaled. I hadn't intended to speak, but the words spilled out of me.

"You radiate beauty, from your lips to your silky skin, your hair, and your soul," he whispered softly. We embraced each other, reveling in the peaceful moment that followed the fulfillment of his desires, understanding that I wasn't the only one who made him feel whole. As we prepared to head to Angels Stadium for the baseball game, memories flooded my mind of the times I had been there before - once with my ex-boyfriend's family and three times with my own. Back when my brother played in the little league, we were all avid baseball fans, but those days seemed like a distant memory now.

 "What should we wear to the baseball game?" I asked, a hint of playfulness in my tone.

"Let's leave it up to the Tardis," he responded with a flirtatious grin. From his wardrobe, he selected a dark blue Angels tee shirt, a baseball cap, and flared 60's jeans for himself, while handing me red and white striped tee shirt and faded jean shorts. With my sunglasses on, I followed him eagerly. The Tardis materialized in a secluded corner of the parking lot, shielding us from prying eyes. Despite the sparse number of cars in the lot, I knew that the stadium would soon be teeming with people. "The Tardis conjured up these tickets," he revealed, displaying them to me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"This is amazing!" I exclaimed, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“These tickets are for reserved seats only,” he said. We ventured towards the entrance, blending in with the excited fans making their way inside. Once in line, we easily located our reserved seats in the heart of the middle section. Despite the Angels falling short against the White Sox, the game was still enjoyable, with the highlight being the quality time spent with the Doctor.

 "Doctor, where are we headed next?" I asked eagerly. Seemingly amused by my enthusiasm, he responded with a grin, "Looks like someone is eager for another escapade. Let's set course for 1989," he proposed, adjusting the control panel. I felt a sense of relief that he didn't opt for 1986, a year River and I had already visited. Our landing took us to a picturesque beach in July 1989, with me clad in a faded pink denim jacket, a light grey tee shirt, and denim shorts, while the Doctor sported shorts, a blue tee shirt, and sandals. As we cautiously stepped out, the beach was bustling with people, yet none seemed to notice the Tardis, which promptly vanished upon our exit. "This is Crystal Cove Beach," I remarked, scanning the surroundings that included towering cliffs where the parking area was located and spotting the tidepools in the distance. A strange feeling of unease crept over me, hinting at an impending unwelcome change; suddenly, a wave of melancholy washed over me for reasons unknown. "Doctor, why have you brought us here?" I questioned. With a gentle smile, he took my hand as we walked along the shore.  "This is where our paths first crossed," he explained. 

"Fair enough," I acknowledged. "But there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

"What might that be?" he asked.

"Why did you come here?" We strolled hand in hand. “This is where we met,” he replied.

“Okay," I said but asked, "why did you appear here at this beach back then when we first met?”

“Well, if you must know, I was searching for Rose, but it dawned on me that she existed in a different realm, one that I could never access. The realization hit me hard - I would never lay eyes on her again. With a heavy heart, I turned on my heels, ready to retreat to my Tardis and face the solitude that awaited me, feeling utterly despondent. And then, there you were, standing before me with a look of shock mirroring that of Rose when she witnessed my transformation into this new form. I couldn't just walk away. We halted in our tracks, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. I mulled over the situation, recognizing that I had entered his life during a period of turmoil and disarray. Was my presence a positive influence? It was hard to say, considering I was merely a rebound lover in his eyes. "I saw you, your captivating gaze, and I couldn't bear the thought of being alone," he confessed, breaking the silence. 

"I would like you to stay by my side permanently, but take your time to decide. Just don't keep me waiting too long, or I might have to seek out another companion," he teased. I chuckled softly, a mixture of amusement and warmth washing over me as he wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me towards the tidepools. The day ended on a pleasant note, and as we made our way back home, I couldn't help but marvel at how swiftly time had slipped away during our enjoyable outing. It was September, and amidst taking a few classes at the local community college, I made a conscious effort not to overwhelm myself with academic responsibilities, opting for a manageable load of three courses to start with.

My parents prefer that I pursue a four-year college degree after finishing community college, but unforeseen circumstances have led me to focus on continuing my education and aiming to at least graduate with an AA in a subject that is relatively easy to obtain. My father helped me secure a part-time receptionist job at his office, which some may view as favoritism, but I see it as a valuable learning opportunity. It has been two weeks since I last saw the Doctor and thoughts of him linger in my mind, along with the realization that my menstrual cycle has ceased. I am beginning to suspect that I may be pregnant. My birthday falls on October 15th, and I am unsure if the doctor will come to see me. I cannot recall if I mentioned my birthday to him during our interactions.

"Are you able to swing by later today after you finish work?" I asked Lana. 

"Of course, I'll be there around 8," she replied with a cheerful tone, completely unaware of the profound revelation I was about to make. When Lana arrived, my mother welcomed her inside.

"How are things going?" my mom asked Lana. 

"Everything's going well," Lana responded. I stood just outside my room, near the door, listening in on their conversation.

"Could you please take this upstairs to Cherise? She mentioned feeling a bit nauseous earlier," my mom requested.

 "Of course, Mrs. Lucan, I'll take care of it," Lana replied before heading upstairs.

"Hey, what's going on? I heard you weren't feeling well," Lana said as she handed me the Dramamine. I closed the door behind me and made my way over to my desk. Taking a sip of water, I swallowed the pill. 

"It's worse than just a flu," I admitted.

"What do you mean?" Lana asked, concerned.

I let out a deep sigh, the weight of my secret finally off my chest. "For the past week, I've been feeling nauseous. Every time I have breakfast, I run to the bathroom to vomit. I've been keeping it from my parents, but my brother suspects something is up." Lana's reaction was priceless - her mouth fell open, her eyes widened, and she gasped in shock. "What? No way, you're pregnant?" she exclaimed, disbelief written all over her face. I nodded slowly, a mix of fear and uncertainty clouding my thoughts. "Well, I think I am, I suspect," I admitted, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Lana's concern was evident as she asked, "But how did this happen? What are you going to do about it?" With a heavy heart, I replied, "I don't know how it happened, but I want to keep the baby." The decision was made, and I was determined to stand by it. As Lana voiced her worries about my parents and school, I reassured her, "I'll tell my parents when I can't hide it any longer. And as for school, I'll switch to online classes. It might make things easier for me to balance work and studies." The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Finally, Lana broke the quietude with a crucial question, "Have you seen the Doctor?"  I shook my head, a sense of guilt creeping in. 

"If he ever returns, I'll tell him. I promise," I vowed, knowing that facing the truth was the only way forward. "Does your brother have any idea?" 

"He has his suspicions, but I highly doubt he'll confront me about it," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "I'm sure he's convinced that the Doctor is some kind of pervert."

Lana chuckled softly. "He probably does, but you and the Doctor should've known better than to get involved,' she paused. "He is after all, 30, maybe I don't know," she pointed out. It was a valid observation, but life doesn't always go as planned, and now I have to face the consequences of my actions. Little did I know back then that I wouldn't be seeing the Doctor for quite some time.

As my 19th birthday approached, I put on a brave face, smiling for everyone in my elegant evening gown gifted by my mother. Despite not showing yet, I was already two months pregnant. Lana seemed impressed.

"Wow, you're not even showing, girl. That's great news - means you won't balloon up after giving birth." I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t matter, as long as the baby is healthy.”

She gave a nod of affirmation. "I understand, but considering he's an alien, I'm not entirely sure," she expressed, her tone filled with concern. I comprehended the point she was trying to make and shared her agreement, although I had a feeling that he would exhibit more human characteristics than alien ones. As I stood in front of the mirror, I took a deep breath, noticing that my breasts had grown and felt fuller. Lana, sensing my unease, gently placed her arm around my shoulders, offering comfort and support.

 “Let’s go downstairs, people are waiting,” she said and I nodded. My birthday celebration wasn't a massive bash. The guest list mainly consisted of family members and a few neighbors who were invited by my parents, among them being Mr. Leon.

It is rumored that he's been experiencing nightmares and is getting therapy for them. I know the reason behind it, but I can't reveal it. There's a secret hidden in his eyes that could tear his family apart. I turned away, and he approached me, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Happy birthday Cherise," he greeted awkwardly, to which I just smiled. Lana observed silently as my mom brought out the three-tiered cake she had baked, with a single candle in the middle. Everyone gathered in the kitchen, wishing me a happy birthday, but I couldn't find joy in the celebration without the Doctor present.

Nine months later, I found myself in my dad's office, where I work, and suddenly felt contractions. "Dad, I need a ride to the hospital," I said urgently. He rushed over, asking, "Honey, is it time?"

"I think so," I replied, feeling the pain intensify. I began practicing my breathing exercises. My dad quickly called my mom, who then contacted Lana, but she couldn't leave work.

 "Hang in there, honey, I'll drive you. Your mom will meet us at the hospital," my dad assured me, visibly anxious. Upon arrival at the hospital, my Obstetrician, Dr. Mills, was waiting, and I was admitted without any complications.

 "Are you sure you don't want to call the father?" my mom asked as we settled in. I simply shook my head.

Let me tell you how my parents found out: My parents discovered my pregnancy when I was already 6 months along, and I finally decided to tell my mom because I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. However, they had already suspected it before I even said anything. The real shock came when my brother revealed to them that Mr. Smith, the man they had met at our house, was the father of my baby. He had seen us kissing in the park and felt compelled to tell our parents because he noticed how much I was struggling and how unhappy I was. Despite feeling angry at my brother for spilling the beans, I knew he did it out of concern for me. When my parents found out about Mr. Smith, they were furious. My dad even went to the college to confront him, and my mom was devastated. They both vowed that the Doctor would pay for what had happened. But now, as I am on the verge of giving birth to my baby, I can't help but feel grateful for the support of my family, despite the intense and exhausting experience of childbirth.

The labor was incredibly painful, and I was on the verge of fainting. The whole experience was overwhelming, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that my baby was finally about to arrive. Despite the initial shock and anger, I knew that my parents would be there to support me through this challenging journey of motherhood.  A different nurse entered the delivery room, this time it was River, who was dressed in nurse attire. "Hang on, sweetie, it will be over soon," she reassured me as I pushed through the pain. The moment my son was born, and his cries filled the room, my heart swelled with joy and love, tears of happiness streaming down my cheeks. 

The sadness I had felt before was replaced by a sense of purpose and unconditional love as I held my newborn in my arms. After the delivery, I found myself in a hospital room with my baby when River walked in. "How are you doing?" she asked, her caring eyes filled with warmth.

"I'm fine," I replied, feeling grateful for her presence and support during such a significant moment in my life. 

"He's beautiful, sweetie," River remarked, her smile reflecting the genuine happiness she felt for me and my newborn son. As I was about to ask River about the Doctor, she anticipated my question and provided me with the information I was seeking before I even had the chance to voice it. 

"No, I haven't seen him. I feel like something happened, but regardless, he's a bastard. He could have come to see you, seen that you were pregnant, and taken responsibility, but he didn't," she said, frustrated. In a way, I could have tried calling him. I had the phone he gave me, but I was angry and upset because I did call him once, and he never answered. Never.

"The next time I see him, I'll give him a piece of my mind," she declared.

I shook my head. "Please don't. Let me tell him if he ever comes back," I pleaded. She nodded, but I knew she would eventually tell him. 

After three years had passed, I found myself still diligently attending classes and making steady progress towards obtaining my associate’s degree in business. Despite my academic pursuits, I continued to work at my father's office, balancing my studies with my responsibilities at work. It was during one of my shifts at the office that the phone that the Doctor gave me rang.

The phone had been concealed in my purse, unnoticed until now. My hand trembled as I grasped it. Marie, the other receptionist at my father's office, had left for lunch, leaving me by myself. I tentatively answered, "Hello?" There was a moment of silence, then a click. It was him. I felt let down. Why didn't he speak? I took a deep breath. No, I won't return to him. I don't care if he comes to my room and begs me, not anymore. I have a life; I have my son. Time went by, and it was June. One afternoon, I took my son to the park, and Lana joined us. She captured a photo of me and my son at the park while we sat on a bench. It was then that I thought I glimpsed the Tardis in the distance, but upon a second look, it was gone. “Mommy, what are you looking at?” I looked into his innocent eyes.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just thought I caught a glimpse of something," I reassured him and gave him a warm embrace.

 "Ah, you two are adorable," Lana chimed in, flipping through the photos with us.

 "I can't even imagine what life would be like without you," I murmured, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, grateful for my son who had brought so much joy into my world.

It was the summer of 2017, and I found myself working at my father's office after completing my online college classes, earning an AA in business despite my parents' desire for me to pursue a four-year degree. Balancing motherhood and a part-time job, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my life. As I sat at my desk, the Doctor's phone in my purse began to ring, causing me to feel a slight tremble as I answered it upon Marie's return from lunch, indicating my break time. Taking a deep breath, I greeted the caller with a simple, "Hello?"

"Cherise?" A man's voice echoed through the phone, leaving me curious about the identity of the caller. "The Doctor?" I pondered. The man repeated, "Cherise," before the line went silent. Concerns about his safety and the possibility of someone else using his phone briefly crossed my mind, but I dismissed them. I made the decision not to return the call. "Are you going to lunch?" Marie asked. 

"Yes, I am," I replied with a nod. I opted to visit Café Tiffany; a charming little spot known for its delicious lattes. Treating myself to a croissant, a latte, and a side salad, I relaxed and savored the atmosphere as the café filled with the soothing melodies of music. Unexpectedly, a well-known melody, "When I'm With You" by a band from the 80s, began to fill the air. Instantly, a flood of memories washed over me, transporting me back to a cherished memory of dancing with the Doctor inside the Tardis following one of our time-traveling adventures. Emotions surged within me, causing tears to form in my eyes. Hastily brushing them away, I attempted to suppress the overwhelming thoughts that threatened to consume me.  Inhaling deeply, I made a conscious effort to refocus on the present moment, releasing the hold that the past had on me. It was time to let go and embrace what lay ahead, leaving the nostalgia behind.

 "No," I murmured quietly. Scanning the room, my eyes landed on a peculiar man seated in solitude at a corner table near the window. His piercing stare sent shivers down my spine. Clad in a brown blazer, a pale pink sweater vest, a crisp white button-up shirt, navy trousers, and polished black shoes, he exuded an air of mystery that left me feeling unsettled. Deciding to make a swift exit, I made my way to the parking lot, only to realize that he was tailing me. With a sense of urgency, I hurriedly slipped into my car, hit the ignition, and sped back to the office. Later, while in the restroom, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror and felt a wave of relief wash over me as I noticed the weight I had gained during pregnancy had vanished. Dressed in a chic hot pink blazer and jeans, I pondered the potential return of the Doctor, wondering if he would appear any different now. "Absolutely not," I grumbled under my breath. "I refuse to think about him." As the end of my shift approached, I received another call, and to my surprise, it was the same gentleman from earlier. While Marie was occupied on the office phone, I couldn't resist inquiring, "Who are you?" His response left me dumbfounded and rendered me speechless. My hands trembled, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but sniffle. He pleaded, "Butterfly, I must see you. Please." His voice carried a distinct Scottish or British accent. I remained silent, a lump forming in my throat, before swallowing hard. Eventually, I relented after a moment, "Fine," and ended the call. I rose from my seat, made my way to the window, and caught sight of the man from the café across the street. Feeling unsettled, I stepped back, turned around, and returned to my desk. "Cherise, can you inform your mother that I will be working late today," my father requested. "Of course, dad," I replied, gathering my belongings.

 "Have a great weekend, Marie," I bid farewell to my coworker before heading to the park. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the few people scattered around at 5:00 pm. Finding a spot on a bench, I settled in and waited patiently, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, a man approached me with a friendly smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. Despite already knowing the answer, I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied calmly. His words sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me speechless and rooted to the spot in disbelief. I struggled to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before me, my mind racing to find a logical explanation. As I tried to process the situation, a sense of frustration and confusion washed over me. "This can't be real," I muttered under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the mysterious figure standing before me.

 We stood facing each other, my brow furrowed in confusion and a look of indignation etched on my face, which he immediately picked up on. "I really need to explain why it took me so long to come to you, please just hear me out," he insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. 

"Alright, go ahead," I replied, my tone softening as we found a nearby bench and settled down. He began to recount his tale, detailing how he had saved numerous people but had absorbed a dangerous amount of radiation in the process, leaving his body unable to recover. He mentioned Martha and Donna, emphasizing Donna was just a friend, though my suspicions lingered about Martha. He went on to reveal that when he was visiting the people he had engaged with when he was the previous Doctor, the Tardis showed him my face, and he came to see me one night. I was one of the last people he saw. 

"You were asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you. My body was deteriorating, and I didn't want you to witness that my transformation," he paused, his eyes filled with regret. "But I did leave you a gift," he added cryptically, leaving me puzzled. "Where?" I asked, eager to uncover this mystery. 

"I left it in one of your drawers," he said. 

 "I'll double-check and see if I can find it," I assured him, determined to find out what he had left for me. As my irritation grew, I questioned why he hadn't come to me once he had changed forms.

 "Well, my dear, something went wrong with the Tardis, and I ended up crash-landing in a young girl's yard," he explained, his eyes reflecting a mix of adventure and mischief. Concern filled my gaze as I asked, "Are you alright?" His smile widened, as my anger began to dissipate, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

“My memory failed me, and after spending time with the young girl named Amelia Pond, I made the decision to depart.”

 I hesitated and inquired with a touch of suspicion, "Wait a minute. Was she 18?" He chuckled and grinned, replying, "No, she was probably around 11 or 12. But hey, I wouldn't take her with me anyway since she's just a child. However, anyone I encounter could potentially become a future companion," he joked, much to my annoyance.

 "I have a question," he interjected.

"What is it?" I responded.

 "Who is the child you were with?" he asked, oblivious to the fact that the child was his own son. "How do you know about the child? Were you spying on me?" I interrogated, crossing my arms and furrowing my brow. A short silence enveloped us, then I said, "I'll head home and look for the gift you gave me," I deflected, avoiding his question, and stood up.

 "Cherise, is everything alright?" I shook my head, realizing that River had not disclosed anything about his son to him. He rose to his feet. "Can I give you a hug?" I hesitated but eventually agreed, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. He wasn't the Doctor I remembered, yet he was undeniably the Doctor. He embraced me tightly. "I'm sorry if I caused you pain and confusion," he whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you, but I need some time to process everything. Please give me some space." He nodded in understanding.

As he said, "Feel free to call me if you want to meet up," he grinned and walked away. I made my way home and went directly to my room. While rummaging through my drawer, I came across a black jewelry box. Upon opening it, I found a beautiful blue sapphire pendant inside. I found a chain and put the pendant on it, letting it hang next to the diamond necklace my mother gifted me on my 19th birthday. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I changed my clothes and wore my white t-shirt and denim shorts. My son entered the room and asked, "Mommy, what's that?" standing next to me.

 "It's a present," I replied, hugging him and giving him a kiss.

"Grandma made dinner," he informed me.

"Alright, let's go downstairs," I said, holding his hand as we descended together.

 

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