Electra Woman & Dyna Girl: Savages

 

(This fanfiction is based on the charming tv series from the 1970s, Electra Woman & Dyna Girl. I do not own the rights to the Electra Woman & Dyna Girl characters, only the side characters I created)

Chapter 1: Lori’s Secret

As Lori and Judy enjoyed their breakfast, discussing their magazine projects, Judy turned to Lori with a playful smile and said, “Wouldn't it be great if we could take a vacation together? How about Hawaii? Just imagine lounging on the beach and soaking in those stunning sunsets.” Lori chuckled and shook her head. "Judy, crime never takes a vacation," she quipped before finishing her coffee. Judy let out a sigh, "We need a break though," she complained, resting her head on the table in defeat. She glanced up at Lori, who was amused by her friend's dramatics. Judy let out a sigh and remarked, "I suppose it's time for us to go to work." Lori chuckled and teased, "Alright Judy, maybe we can sneak in a quick getaway eventually," offering Judy a glimmer of hope. Judy placed her mug on the counter and walked over to Lori, embracing her and planting a kiss on her cheek. Leaving the kitchen behind, she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up and apply her makeup.

Lori took a moment to admire the happy face mug that Judy had gifted her for her birthday the previous year. A soft smile shadowed her face. She stood up and put it on the counter. Lori and Judy were on their way to work, and Judy was chatting non-stop about various topics. It was clear that she was always excited to kick off the new day. Lori appreciated that quality in her close friend. Lori and Judy became roommates when Judy turned 20, and despite 5 years having passed since that day, they are still good friends. They look over each other, especially since they are into the vigilante hero scene. Judy, who is now 25, learned journalism basics from Lori, who is 30 and has a wealth of experience in the field. Both are employed at Newsmaker Magazine. Judy receives assignments involving articles about dating and relationships, while Lori covers current events. No one, not even their families, know that this duo are crime-fighting heroes. Frank, Lori's uncle and a scientist, whips up all sorts of high-tech gadgets for Lori and Judy to help them take on the bad guys. His advanced computer keeps him updated on where and when crimes are happening. So, how did these women turn into vigilantes? 

It all started six years ago when Lori was deep into a magazine assignment, chasing a story she was passionate about. After wrapping up her interview, she made her way back to her car parked in the dimly lit parking structure. Unbeknownst to her, a man was trailing her every step. He was of average build, with short brown hair and striking blue eyes, dressed in faded jeans, a well-worn black T-shirt, and a brown leather jacket that had seen better days. This man had been following her for a while now, completely unnoticed. Lori, a 24-year-old who had just started her job at Newsmaker Magazine, lived alone in a cozy one-bedroom apartment in Pasadena. As she was leaving, the man approached her, asking for a lift to the gas station. Although she felt a twinge of uncertainty, she ultimately decided to help him out and agreed to drive him to the nearby Quik-Shell gas station.  “I appreciate the ride, but I don't want to inconvenience you," he mentioned as he settled into the passenger seat. After buckling up, Lori drove towards the gas station, they did not converse much, however he suddenly mentioned, “Maybe you don’t have to drop me off here. I think I should just head straight home.” Lori's expression became concerned as she glanced at him, sensing something was off. He led her towards his home, but it turns out he lives several blocks away from her, she found it strange. She dropped him off two streets down and drove home, glancing at the rearview mirror to see him standing on the sidewalk, watching her car as she drove away. Lori arrived at the apartment complex where she lives. Her apartment is located on the lower level, it comes with a small outdoor patio. She settled in and boiled some hot water for chamomile tea. The tea kettle whistled, indicating that the water was ready. She grabbed a small box filled with tea bags and put one in her mug. As she casually settled down on the sofa and sipped her tea, she watched television until 10pm. It was a long day for her, so she decided to turn in for the night. She set her mug on the counter as she has done many times after drinking her favorite tea. A sigh escaped her lips before she retired for the night. Unbeknownst to her, a mysterious figure lingered in the shadows, with malevolent motives, observing her from outside the window. Despite the thick curtains, a small opening allowed him to gaze inside, unnoticed. The darkness enveloped him as he skillfully manipulated the lock with his tools, ensuring that no one would notice his clandestine activities. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he slipped inside, careful to avoid any noise that might give him away. It was 12 midnight; Lori was sound asleep when suddenly someone cupped her mouth with their hand. She jumped with a start. The room was dark except for the dim light of the streetlights, coming through the slit of the blinds in her room. The weight of the man bore down on her, trapping her in place. Panic surged through her as she struggled to free herself, but his grip was unyielding. "Stop fighting me bitch,” he growled, striking her with a cruel force. Her cries were met with a brutal slap, causing her to nearly lose consciousness. In her vulnerable state, he seized the opportunity to restrain her wrist with his belt against the cold iron bars or the headboard of her bed. His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries with a handkerchief. He grabbed masking tape from his jacket pocket and swiftly silenced her with the tape.  Terror gripped her as the thought raced through her mind, “This can’t be happening to me!” The dread of the impending assault loomed over her, crushing her spirit. He slowly unfastened his pants, gently raised her nightgown, and slid her underwear down. With a pulse of desire, he unveiled his eager arousal and pressed into her warmth. She was raped for three agonizing hours, her willpower fading until she finally slipped into darkness. She hardly realized when her attacker left, leaving her bound, but strangely, he took the tape off her mouth. Hurt and frail, she unfastened the belt from the cold bed frame that bound her wrist, inching her way to the bed's edge. As she attempted to stand and reach the door, her legs betrayed her, sending her crashing to the floor.

 Tears streamed down her cheeks. With a heavy heart, she crawled to the nightstand, desperately grasping for the phone to call her uncle Frank. She really should've called the police, but what she wanted was someone she recognized, someone she could trust—family. Since her parents split up, her mom had been absent, living in Europe with her boyfriend. When it came to her dad, she felt too embarrassed about the whole situation to even mention it to him. Perhaps he would have been there for support, but she knew darn well that his only solace was at the bottom of a bottle. Besides, he lives in San Francisco, so she didn’t want to bother him.  Lori chose to reach out to her uncle, her mom's younger brother, who had supported her during her parents' divorce. He played a crucial role in helping her cope while her father struggled with depression and neglect. He was once employed in high-tech gadgetry for a private company, he now found himself unemployed after a recent layoff. When he arrived at her apartment, she shared what had happened to her, prompting a shocked response. “No,” he urged, "Lori, it's crucial that you reach out to the police," he insisted. She nodded in agreement, and with his encouragement, she dialed the authorities, who soon arrived at the apartment complex. Unfortunately, her neighbors caught wind of the situation and began to murmur among themselves, expressing their sympathy for her plight. Despite feeling a wave of embarrassment, Lori tried her best to recount the events to the officers. Meanwhile, her uncle was furious about the entire incident. “Uncle Frank, I need to go to the hospital, can you come with me?" she pleaded. He agreed, and they headed to the hospital together. Following a painful and humiliating experience of sharing her story with the police, Frank suggested she stay at his place for the night. "It's better than being alone in your apartment,” he said. Lori agreed and requested her uncle to gather some clothes from her room and pack them into a suitcase. Over the following months, she immersed herself in yoga and meditation, becoming part of a support group for women who have faced assault, where they openly shared their experiences and emotions. This therapeutic approach was recommended by her employer. But what Lori wanted was revenge; to help the authorities apprehend her rapist. A month later, she stepped back into her empty apartment, the silence echoing her uncle's solitary existence. He had chosen to live alone, never marrying, yet his life was filled with fleeting romances. As he faced the impending absence of his niece, a sense of loss washed over him, and he pleaded for her to stay. But she knew she had to confront her own shadows and attempt to move forward, leaving behind the warmth and security of his home. Lori entered her apartment, a sigh escaping her lips as she acknowledged the mess that awaited her. "I suppose cleaning is in order," she murmured softly. Yet, she deliberately bypassed her room, shutting the door firmly behind her, never to return.

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Drawing inspiration from the TV series Doctor Who, I crafted my fanfic with a unique twist to make it original. I explored romantic relationships between the Doctor and his companions, going beyond what was depicted on the show. Introducing an insert character, I created an alternate scenario before Martha and Donna, adding depth to the Doctor's character. Imagining various scenarios post-Rose but pre-Martha and Donna, I expanded the Doctor's story with a new dimension.

 I feel that the Doctor, as a time traveler, encountered many women, harboring a secret love (other than Rose) for one in particular, hidden from his closest friends. In the last chapter, he comes back as the 14th Doctor to Cherise, and decides to spend his life with her, eventually marrying her. After Cherise's passing at 92, the Doctor goes back in time to Donna and her family without them realizing he was ever gone. The title of my fanfic, "My Immortal," was carefully chosen to reflect the Doctor's immortality and the theme of outliving those he cares about. Definitely not based on the INFAMOUS fanfic with a similar title from the 2000's. I invite readers to delve into the Epilogue for a deeper understanding of the story and its characters. Whether you end up loving or hating this fanfiction, I welcome all comments and feedback. While I plan to share this story on various fanfiction platforms, it will always have a special place on my personal public blog, ensuring its availability regardless of where else it may be posted. Additionally, the images used in my blog are mostly my own creations, with a few sourced from free stock photos to enhance the visual experience for readers. Thank you once again for your interest in my story.

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My Immortal: Epilogue

 

In the year 2037, Cherise finds herself at the age of 42, still residing under the same roof as her mother. Although her son has recently tied the knot and ventured out into the world, he hasn't strayed too far from Cherise's side. The anticipation of becoming a grandmother is building up, as her son and daughter-in-law are expecting their first child. Meanwhile, Cherise's closest companion, Lana, is a mother of two. Interestingly, Cherise's stepfather continues to lead an independent life in his own apartment located in the OC. Cherise's mother maintains regular communication with him. It was the end of August, and Cherise decided to go for a leisurely drive to Crystal Cove beach in her sleek blue Tesla. As she cruised along, a nostalgic tune from the 80s, "Endless Summer Nights," filled the car. Lost in her thoughts, Cherise couldn't help but reminisce about the Doctor. 

A wave of emotions overwhelmed her, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and carried on with her journey. Finally arriving at her destination, she parked her car and stole a glance at herself in the rearview mirror. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes stand out more, compared to when she was 37. The wrinkles on her forehead are hardly noticeable, and as her hair began to turn slightly gray, she would dye it, however she has managed to maintain her slim figure, prioritizing self-care for her mental, physical, and emotional well-being, yet she is aware that aging can be unforgiving, and the body may start to show signs of wear and tear over time. 

As soon as she found a suitable spot to park her car, she eagerly made her way down to the beach. Exploring the tidepools has always been a cherished activity for her, a passion that has remained with her since her childhood. Immersed in the beauty of marine life and the tranquility of the surroundings, she lost track of time. Eventually, she decided to head back, noticing that the beach was surprisingly quiet for this time of the month. However, Cherise was too engrossed in her thoughts to pay much attention to it. Suddenly, a sudden and unfamiliar metallic sound broke the silence, causing her to freeze in her tracks. “No, it can’t be,” she thought. Shaking her head in disbelief, she gradually pivoted her body. And there he stood, gazing at her with a gentle grin adorning his face. Although he appeared slightly more mature, there was no doubt about it - it was the Doctor. His attire consisted of a waistcoat and trousers in a striking maroon and turquoise tartan pattern, layered over a crisp white shirt and a navy-blue double-breasted overcoat.

She was hesitant as she approached him and with a trembling hand, she touched his face. He smiled and said, “You can touch whatever you want, Butterfly.”  Her eyes flew open, “You look like the first Doctor I met,” she said, bewildered. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He held her in his arms. At first, she didn’t want to embrace him back, but she slowly raised her arms up, wrapped them around him, and cried. 

“Oh my God, you’re back.”

He sighed, “I missed you too.” As always, the Tardis is cloaked, people can’t see it. They walked hand in hand, down the beach. 

 "I can't forget the last time we were in this place," he reminisced.

"Yeah, I remember it too, and it was before you took off," Cherise said with a hint of sarcasm, wiping away tears. The Doctor picked up on her tone and comforted her, "I understand, I know why you're upset, but I'm not leaving."

"Sure," she replied with uncertainty. Little does she know he has a surprise planned for her, something wonderful. They headed back home in Cherise’s car, with her holding his hand tightly as she drove.

"I need to make sure you're actually here and that I'm not losing my mind," she playfully teased. He gently kissed her hand and grinned. When they reached her house, and parked into the garage, they walked into the Livingroom, and the Tardis materialized in her bedroom as it had done many times in the past.

“How is our son doing?” He asked. 

She replied, "Our son is now married, and they are anticipating a baby soon." Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "I'm going to be a granddad!" and hugged and kissed her. “Cherise, I can't express enough how grateful I am that you entered my life. Your presence has brought me immense happiness.” As they settled on the sofa, they began to reminisce about the years they had been apart.

 "Are you currently staying with Donna's family?" she asked with curiosity. He simply nodded in response.  

"I guess you'll be going back to them soon," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "No, I've made up my mind to spend the rest of my life with you." Cherise was taken aback, "Wait, are you saying that you’ll stay?” He gazed at her with sincerity in his eyes. He promised, "I'm willing to spend decades by your side, whether it's 20, 30, or more years," as he embraced her tightly and planted a kiss on her forehead. The proposal was irresistible, considering the aging of both her and her mother, and the comfort of having him around for the future. The Doctor experiences time differently, ensuring that he will outlive Cherise. Their son, on the other hand, will have a slightly longer lifespan than ordinary humans and will have descendants spanning multiple generations.

“If you’re going to stay here, does Donna know?”

“No, but then again, when I return to her and her family, I will return at the exact same time I left. She will never know,” he said, holding Cherise in his arms.

“Do you want to see the Tardis?”

“Why, has it changed?” She asked. Rising to his feet, he reached out and grasped her hand. With a beaming smile, she eagerly anticipated what was to come. Together, they ascended the stairs and entered her bedroom. There the Tardis stood in the same place it had appeared before in the past and they found themselves stepping into it. Cherise stood frozen, her jaw slack and eyes bulging as she beheld the Tardis's astonishing new interior. The space was immense, the blinding white walls almost blaring, and ramps led to mysterious doors of other rooms. Completely taken aback by the radical change, she instinctively clamped her hand over her mouth, absorbing the breathtaking scene around her. 

"Wow, it's completely different," she finally managed to utter, her voice filled with awe.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, grinning. She nodded and glanced at him hesitantly. He led her to his bedroom, which proved to be just as remarkable. Leaning closer, he whispered something in her ear, causing her cheeks to blush. "But Doctor, I’m old," she admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed by his suggestion.

 “I'm old too," he replied, playfully flashing a coy smile. They removed their clothes, and he noticed that she was still wearing the pendant. He is happy that she values it greatly and would keep it on forever. Cherise's mother was relieved that the Doctor chose to stay, letting go of her anger towards him for his actions against Cherise, and reconciled with him. If Cherise was content, then that was all that mattered. The Doctor and Cherise got married a year later. As time passed, Cherise aged while the Doctor stayed unchanged. Cherise's mother passed away in the following years, leaving the house to her. Cherise and the Doctor enjoyed a serene and tranquil life in each other's company. Occasionally, his son, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren paid them visits. Cherise passed away at the age of 92 in the year 2087, leaving behind her loving son, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. During the viewing, the Doctor, overwhelmed with grief, lowered his head and tears welled up in his eyes. Beside him, his son provided solace and support. Once the services concluded, they made their way back to Cherise's house. While the Doctor was upstairs in her room, his son handed him a precious memento that once belonged to his beloved mother. “The unique wooden box belonged to mom, and she intended for you to have it.” After handing it over, they both went downstairs and settled on the couch. "Are you planning to return to Miss Donna?" His son asked. With a sigh, the Doctor replied, "Yes, I must. I made a vow to her as well." Cherise had previously explained to her son the significance of Donna to the Doctor, emphasizing that their bond differed from her own with the Doctor. Two weeks later, the Doctor departed, assuring his son of occasional visits in the future. As he journeyed through the time vortex, he found himself in his own room, where he decided to open Cherise's box. Inside, he discovered a few precious jewelry items, such as the pendant he had gifted her and the gold wedding band. 

His finger sported a matching wedding ring. His son, opting to cremate her body, decided against adorning her with jewelry. The Doctor produced a diary, flipping through photos of them together and his previous incarnations that had crossed paths with her. As he delved into her diary, a letter that she wrote in her fifties slipped out, catching his attention.

To my Immortal,

You are my life, and from the time I met you until the time I die, I will cherish every moment we spend together, forever. You’re like an angel watching over those you love. Love you forever.

Cherise, your Butterfly.

Tears filled his eyes as he let out a heavy sigh. His son understood that he was a Time Lord, destined to outlive them all. The Doctor returned to Donna's house at the exact moment he had left, never revealing his secret of spending decades with Cherise. Despite the passing years, the Doctor made sure to visit his extended family, throwing a watchful eye on them like an angel.

Fate catches up to everyone, and time is a thief.

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My Immortal Chapter 7: Six Years Later

 

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The leaves on the trees have transformed into a vibrant display of yellow, gold, brown, and crimson red, signaling the arrival of a new season. As I sat alone at the café, sipping on my latte and nibbling on my salad, a sense of melancholy washed over me. I wasn't waiting for the Doctor, for I knew deep down it was futile. My son and my family provided solace, even though they were unaware of the inner turmoil I was experiencing. My 9-year-old son has a remarkable intellect, which allowed him to skip a grade. I decided to sign him up for little league, following my mother's advice, to help him improve his social skills by being part of a team. Watching him play the game brought us immense happiness, even though he occasionally used his abilities to gain an unfair advantage. But that was our secret, his unique gift remained hidden. Once, I noticed a peculiar woman sitting on the bleachers, observing the game. I assumed she had a son on one of the teams, and although we exchanged a few words, she remained an enigma to me. She looked somewhat familiar to me initially, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I've spotted her at the games and once at the park, but there was another time too, although I can't recall it clearly. After my birthday, I was enjoying lunch at the café when she unexpectedly walked in. Her gaze, with those striking blue/gray eyes, landed on me and she came over to my table and sat down. 

Out of the blue, a thought popped into my head - could she be the Doctor? Was it possible that he would undergo a transformation into a woman? The idea seemed far-fetched and ridiculous, especially since I had seen her at the park when the Doctor and I were there with our son that one time. Besides, he relies on his Tardis for time travel, not a vortex manipulator like the one she has around her wrist. She took a seat at my table, and we began chatting. Our conversation flowed into the usual subjects, like family and daily life, but then she caught me glancing at her wrist. A sly grin appeared on her face as her piercing eyes met mine. "Do you wondered where I acquired this?" she asked, motioning towards the time vortex manipulator adorning her wrist. I responded, "Where did you manage to find that?"

"I stumbled upon it in a different time and place. Would you like to join me on an adventure? You might stumble upon a similar artifact. It's quite a rare find," she explained, her smile transforming into a slightly mysterious expression. Sensing a hint of unease, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, suspecting that she might have some connection to the elusive Doctor. Politely but firmly, I declined, "No, thank you. I've had enough encounters with time travelers. I'm finished with them. Please convey that message to the Doctor.” She chuckled softly, taking a leisurely sip of her tea. "Rest assured, I will make sure the message reaches him if our paths happen to cross once more," she assured me after a moment of contemplation. Realizing that there was some history between her and the Doctor, I asked her, "How well do you know him?”

 "We did share some pleasant moments together, but we went our separate ways," she responded, pausing to lock eyes with me. "You need not worry, he held no significance in my life," she added with a wry laugh. The mere thought of the Doctor having a romantic connection with this woman stung. My brow furrowed, a mix of disappointment and frustration washing over me. "Could you please leave?" I requested politely. She acquiesced, but before leaving, she grasped my wrist firmly. With an icy, penetrating gaze, she cautioned me, "If you persist in your association with him, he will be your downfall, just like he was for his previous companions." Her chilling warning sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to pull my wrist back abruptly. The woman stood up and walked away with a smirk on her face. Her words shocked me, and it dawned on me that she might have been one of the Doctor's enemies. I hoped she would stay away for good. Six months later, Lana invited me to join her at a bar and grill, hoping to set me up on a double date. "Come on, let's go, you might meet a great guy there," she teased. I sighed and replied, "I'm not so sure."

 "Nope, I won't accept a no," she insisted.

I sighed and replied with a slight eye roll and a shake of my head, “Sure, let's get going.” It wasn't too eventful; a few guys came up to me, but none really caught my attention, much to Lana's dismay. She just wants me to find happiness and believes that finding a boyfriend will help me move on from the Doctor. "Maybe next time," she sighed. A couple of days later, I found myself strolling through the park with my son. Having wrapped up work a bit earlier than usual, I figured it would be nice to walk over to his school and bring him home myself. Luckily, his school is only a quick jaunt from our place. While we were heading back, I spotted an elderly gentleman sitting on a wooden bench, his gaze following us as we walked by. Wearing a pair of stylish sunglasses and boasting salt and pepper colored hair, the man exuded an air of sophistication. His ensemble included a sleek black velvet blazer jacket, a crisp white button-up shirt, black trousers, and polished black leather men's high-top shoes. Despite his eye-catching appearance, I paid him no mind as we journeyed back home together. 

A week later, I ventured to the park alone, immersing myself in the breathtaking Spring landscape adorned with blooming flowers and a palpable sense of romance in the air. Although I often daydreamed about finding love, I remained hesitant to entertain any romantic advances, convinced that my luck in matters of the heart was less than favorable. As I scrolled through my phone, I suddenly felt a presence beside me. Startled, I turned to discover the same man from the park bench the other day seated next to me. Engaging in a conversation, I couldn't help but notice his accent, reminiscent of the Doctor's, though I quickly dismissed the whimsical notion of a Tardis lurking nearby and him being the Doctor. Intrigued by his charm and allure, we decided to get to know each other better. We had been seeing each other for a month before I finally decided to bring him over to my place. When he arrived, my mom and son were already there. He introduced himself as John, but curiously, he never mentioned his last name, something that I realized I should have asked about. Despite my mom's initial reservations about him being too old for me, she seemed happy that I was dating again. Surprisingly, my son also seemed to warm up to him. Following a delightful dinner, John said his farewell, and my son and I began our bedtime routine. Just as we were settling in, my son unexpectedly asked whether the Doctor would come back. I took a moment to rinse my mouth, feeling a weight in my heart, and responded softly, "I don't believe he will, baby." In that instant, I resolved to reveal to him the truth about his biological father, the Doctor, a conversation that would change everything between us. To my surprise, he took the news very well, saying that he had always sensed it. A week passed, and the house was empty when John arrived, prompting me to welcome him inside. "It's just me here," I admitted, my tone slightly uncertain. He responded with a playful smile that lit up his face. Clad in a light blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up in a relaxed manner, he complemented his look with sleek black slacks and shiny black leather shoes. He leaned casually against the door frame; hands tucked into his pockets, and he shot me a flirtatious grin. I stole a shy glance in his direction and managed to smile back, feeling a flutter of excitement. He entered the house. My mom and son had gone with Lana to the nearby mall, and they would be away for some time. We headed upstairs to my room, and that's all I could remember. It took me several months to jog my memory and this is what had happened: 

After welcoming John into my home, we ascended to my bedroom, settling on my bed. It was at that moment when he unveiled his true identity, leaving me utterly dismayed by his deceit. "No," I declared, rising to my feet with my hands on my hips, my lips tightly pursed. "Butterfly, I deeply apologize for my delayed arrival, please forgive me." He should've been forthright about his true self from the start, but he chose otherwise. Initially, I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he persisted, claiming he longed for me and yearned to share his experiences. Well, I ended up in his Tardis. We talked, and he divulged every detail of his journey since his previous departure. Once again, I pardoned him.

I recall engaging in passionate sex in his bedroom. Never had I encountered such fervent ardor since our initial encounter. This Doctor may be older, but he still possesses that insatiable passion I remember. Missionary is one of my preferred positions, but I also relish oral pleasure, particularly the way he performs it. He ravished me on the bathroom sink counter, in the poolroom, and on the floor of the lounge room, engaging in doggie style. That lounge room boasts a minibar. I had never seen it before though; it was a room he never showed me. In his bedroom, I eagerly took control, positioning myself atop him, straddling him with my legs, and engaging in passionate lovemaking. The sight of my well-formed bosoms swaying seductively as I moved and gyrated brought him immense pleasure. Our desires intensified as he effortlessly flipped me onto my back, guiding one of my legs over his strong shoulder, while the other remained enticingly spread wide. With an insatiable hunger, he ravished me with unyielding determination, each forceful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my wet and yearning core, leaving me longing for more. Late one evening, he came to see me while everyone else in the house was fast asleep. It was around 2am and I had just begun to doze off when the unmistakable sound of the Tardis filled my room. I shut my eyes tightly and feigned sleep, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was awake. Despite my efforts, I could hear him moving around in my room, eventually settling down beside me on the bed. “I’m sorry Cherise,” he whispered and softly touched my hair and kissed my cheek. He sat there for a while, then crawled into my bed.

 The next day, the Doctor took me to see the interior of Tinmal Mosque in Tinmel, Morocco. He had brought me there in a romantic gesture, and everything seemed delightful until a strange turn of events unfolded as the woman who had initially approached me at the restaurant made a sudden attempt on my life. She crept up behind me, dressed in early nineteen-hundreds attire, she issued a chilling threat for him to take her along with him in the Tardis.

 With a sinister and cold laugh, she said, “I can’t believe you Doctor, you have a child with this woman. ” she chuckled dryly, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly with a knife at my throat. Her eyes held disdain, and she added, “I've been watching her and her child. I suppose having a family suits you or maybe not. You’re never really around, are you?” She let out a laugh. It became apparent that she was an enemy of the Doctor, a fact he had kept hidden from me until that very moment. As soon as we stepped into the Tardis, she released her grip on me, and the Doctor sprang into action, swiftly disarming her by knocking the knife from her grasp. In that instant, a futuristic pistol seemed to materialize from nowhere, landing right at my feet, likely conjured by the Tardis itself. The Doctor, with urgency in his voice, urged me to grab the weapon and prepare to defend myself as she fought against him, her desperation evident in the struggle. As I hesitated, the Doctor insisted that I fire the weapon, catching the woman off guard. The shot rang out, and she crumpled to the ground. In the wake of the incident, I found myself facing the Doctor, my voice trembling as I asked, “Did I kill her?” A deep sense of worry etched across my face. He responded with a grave shake of his head; his expression serious, “No, you merely incapacitated her,” he clarified. “Cherise, I must leave for a few days, but I promise I will come back,” he reassured me before dropping md off in my room. After a short while, he returned, and we relished the moments we shared together once again. Yet, the shadow of his departure loomed large, driven by the mysterious woman he called the Master. Although I felt a pang of disappointment at his impending departure, I had anticipated it. He told me he has taken care of the Master, and she should not come after me again, I trust his word on that, however if the opportunity arises in the future, I will not be swayed by his excuses, nor will I allow him to re-enter my life. I understand that he may not return, at least not in the same body. "I'm aware, you have other commitments," I interjected, tightening my lips and furrowing my brow. He embraced me tightly, reluctant to leave, and I could sense it. However, he's the Doctor, always on the move, never staying in one place. I sobbed once he departed. I confided in Lana about what had occurred, and she was utterly shocked. "He's a jerk," she sympathized, sharing my pain. "Time will heal, you've been through this before, but can I offer a suggestion?" she paused. "Don't let him back into your life again." I gave a nod, but just because I’m on board doesn’t mean I won’t fall for his charm again. There’s this nagging feeling that my memory loss is tied to him in some way. He somehow wiped my mind clean of the Master and everything that went down, but now that the fog has lifted, I remember it all, and I’m determined not to let it fade again.

8 years Later 

It's been a whopping 8 years since the Doctor last graced me with his presence, and now we're in the year 2032. I'm 37 years old, and my son is 17. Sometimes, I can't shake off the feeling that I'm just a mere convenience to the Doctor - always there when he needs me, only to be forgotten until the next time he undergoes some sort of transformation. Lana, my friend, tries to reassure me that it's not me, it's him. And deep down, I know she's right but each time he reappears, I find myself unable to resist his charm. I took the plunge and changed my look, going for a fresh hairstyle with a Bob haircut and some bangs, thinking it might boost my self-esteem. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can see that I really do look different. But even with this new look, the Doctor still finds a way to track me down. He’s made it clear that he’ll always return, just like he mentioned before but how will he look like this time around.

One day, I was strolling along the bustling sidewalk, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief after wrapping up my work at the office. The unique dynamics of my family situation meant that my presence was still required, even though my parents had long been divorced, they still needed my help. I made a conscious effort to remain neutral, understanding that the issues between my parents were their own to handle. However, things took an unexpected turn when Marie, who had been working with my dad, abruptly quit her job following the revelation of their affair. I was completely oblivious to their secret relationship, but as they say, life can throw unexpected curveballs. My mom, initially bitter, eventually came to terms with the fact that she would likely remain single for the rest of her life. I had already come to a similar conclusion for myself, acknowledging that marriage was not in the cards for me. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed dating, and I had a boyfriend at the time but unfortunately, our relationship suffered a strain when he landed a job overseas, causing us to drift apart. On a different note, I found myself browsing through various shops in preparation for Lana's upcoming baby shower. It was an exciting time for her as she was expecting her first child with her loving husband.

Interestingly, they had been trying to conceive for several years after their marriage, but without success. So, when the news of her pregnancy finally arrived, I couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for her. During our conversation, I shared with Lana the little quirks and experiences of being pregnant, as well as the rollercoaster of emotions that come with giving birth. Understandably, she had some fears and concerns, but I reassured her that everything would work out just fine. As I entered one particular shop, the music was nostalgic, a song called Daydream Believer, by The Monkeys played in the background. My attention was caught by a woman with sandy blonde hair styled in a bob. She seemed to be engrossed in examining items on the shelves, but her choice of clothing was rather unconventional, piquing my curiosity. She donned a light grey long coat that had a reversible feature, giving it the ability to showcase a different color when flipped inside out. Underneath, she wore a vibrant rainbow-colored striped shirt that exuded playfulness. Her high-waisted navy-blue trousers resembled knicker pants and were adorned with suspenders, adding a touch of vintage charm to her outfit. Completing her ensemble were brown leather ankle boots that added a touch of sophistication to her overall look. As I stood at the register, ready to pay for my purchases, the woman approached me with a kind offer. "I'll pay for it, if you don't mind," she said, her face adorned with a soft smile.

 "It's okay, you don't have to," I politely declined her offer at first, but she was insistent, and I couldn't help but smile back at her shyly. There was something about her that I found intriguing, even though I had never been in a relationship with another woman before, I find her attractive. Her accent reminded me of the Doctor, but I didn't dwell on it at the time. After expressing my thanks, I left the shop and continued with my day. However, it seemed that fate had other plans for us to meet again. It was September, and I was at Lana's baby shower with my mom and son. To my surprise, the woman from the shop walked into Lana's house. At first, I assumed she must be a friend of Lana's husband, but there was an undeniable connection between us. Despite my efforts to ignore the persistent feeling that arose whenever she was around, I couldn't help but feel intrigued and curious about her presence.

 She had changed her outfit this time, opting for a dark black tee shirt, a knee-high coffee brown coat, jeans and boots. My heart skipped a beat as she approached and sat down beside me. "Isn't this gathering just wonderful?" she commented, moving nearer to me. I struggled to come up with a reply, and instead, I shifted my position to meet her gaze. Looking into her eyes, a feeling of recognition enveloped me, leading me to blush and offer a gentle smile.

"Oh, it's a baby shower," I managed to say, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air. "My friend is expecting, and she's due to give birth in two months." I wasn't quite sure how to navigate the situation, but there was an undeniable connection between us. It was a strange feeling, being drawn to someone in such a way. Letting out a sigh, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of reluctance to dive into something that might have an inevitable end. As we headed back home after the baby shower, memories flooded my mind. My mom, my son, and I reminisced about the days when Lana used to live nearby, and how much we missed the leisurely walks through the park to her house. Life is ever-changing, and people come and go, forcing us to move forward. Once we arrived home, I prepared for bed, feeling the weight of the day settling in. Soon enough, everyone was fast asleep, me included. Despite the exhaustion, a faint sound caught my attention, but I brushed it off, choosing to ignore it as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sight of a woman sitting on the computer chair beside my bed, her gaze fixed on me. Startled, I blurted out, “How the Hell did you get in here?” The contemplative look in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wondering about the mysterious visitor who had invaded my personal space. “Now, Cherise, don’t be mad okay,” she said as she stood up, and put her hands in her coat pockets, looking a bit embarrassed. As I turned around, my eyes landed on the Tardis sitting in its familiar location, a sight that never ceased to amaze me whenever the Doctor made an appearance. A wave of disbelief washed over me, causing me to shake my head in denial. "This can't be real. How is this even possible?" I whispered to myself, a whirlwind of emotions - shock, frustration, and complete confusion - swirling in my mind. "You regenerated again! How?" Determined to confront the situation head-on, I got out of bed and stood before her, my arms crossed, and my brow furrowed. As she began to explain the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't help but sink back onto my bed, burying my face in my hands in a gesture of disbelief.

 "I never thought I would let you back into my life," I confessed to her, letting out a sigh. "This whole situation is really confusing for me," I paused and asked, "How does it feel to be a woman now?" She comfortingly put her arm around me.

"Butterfly, when I first saw my new face, I was completely bewildered. But over time, I've grown accustomed to it. However, deep down, I still feel a connection to my male identity because my past incarnations have always been a male."  I hesitated before asking, "Have you ever been intimate with another woman? Is that something you're interested in?" She hesitated as well and let out a sigh. "I did share a kiss with one of my new companions, her name is Yaz. But I didn't want to get involved in another relationship like I did in the past. You know how that always ends," she said, her tone solemn. It was clear that she had experienced another loss, possibly with one of her previous companions. We sat there in silence, and I absentmindedly played with the ring in my right hand - a precious gift from my mother on my 25th birthday. It was a gold mother's ring with my son's birthstone and his name engraved on it. Another sigh escaped my lips. Anxious, I swallowed hard, "Why do you keep returning? You should move on and forget about me," I murmured sadly. Tears welled up in my eyes. She embraced me tightly, "No, never. I miss you, you're the only constant in my life. I trust you won't abandon me or face any danger, unlike my other companions," she reassured, planting a kiss on my forehead. 

Suddenly, I recalled the incident with the Master. I reminded her about that incident too. She nodded, "Yeah, it was the Master. I don't believe she'll be coming back, or I should say he. It's complicated dear," she said. She explained everything to me about the Master and who he was. "So, are you really done with time travelers?" she asked, with a coy smile on her face and added, "I certainly hope not. I love being with you.” Looking at me with a tender gaze, she touched my cheek. I hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm not entirely sure." Lana's words echoed in my mind, making me question my own vulnerability. Was it a weakness to give in so easily to him, or now her? As she leaned in to kiss me, I felt a sense of uncertainty. At first, I instinctively pulled back, but she persisted, her lips meeting mine in a gentle and unfamiliar way. It was a stark contrast to the touch of a man that I had only known before. Our eyes locked, filled with affection, as she moved with grace and purpose, hinting that the kiss was just the beginning of something more. 

"You're so beautiful, Cherise. I've missed you," she whispered softly. The sensation of her touch on my lips sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself succumbing to her desires. The Doctor stood up, extending her hand towards me, a silent invitation to embark on a journey that was both thrilling and unknown. "Come, let's venture into the Tardis," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody. I grinned, my pulse quickening in excitement. We headed straight to the bedroom, shedding our clothes and indulging in passionate kisses. 

"I yearn to experience the ecstasy of womanhood with you. You'd be my first," she confessed. I lay back on the bed, my legs draped over her shoulders as she explored my most pussy with her tongue, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't help but acknowledge that she was definitely the Doctor. She had that familiar way about her. My pleasure intensified as she skillfully pleasured me with her fingers, simultaneously teasing my clit with her tongue, lapping up my juices. Every part of me yearned for her to be inside me, but this encounter was unlike any I had experienced before. It was my first time with another woman, and the positions we explored were refreshingly new. "Let's venture into uncharted territory," she whispered, igniting a spark of excitement within me. "But this is a completely new experience for me," I exclaimed, and she let out a soft chuckle. Our bodies intertwined in the Scissors position, our groins grinding against each other with an intense fervor that sent waves of pleasure coursing through us.

 It was an incredible sensation, made even more gratifying by the fact that my flexibility from practicing Pilates and yoga allowed us to explore this position to its fullest. The synchronization of our climaxes was a testament to the passion that consumed us both. As our bodies glistened with sweat, the intensity of our connection only grew stronger. With a playful glint in her eyes, she once again pleasured me with her skilled fingers, driving me to the brink of ecstasy until I reached a shuddering climax. Our moans of pleasure resonated throughout the room. The intensity of our desire led us to engage in 69, and between two women, it was uncharted territory for me but one I enjoy exploring. Our mouths and tongues danced in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fire within us. It was a titillating and beautiful experience, as I discovered the pleasure of giving oral pleasure to a woman for the first time. After our passionate encounters, we sought solace in the inviting warmth of the pool. The water embraced us, heightening the sexual intensity that crackled between us. The pool became a sanctuary where our desires intertwined with the sensuality of the surroundings. Emerging from the water, we found ourselves back in her bed, where she skillfully explored my body, hitting all the right spots - my G-spot, A-spot, C-spot, and P-spot. The pleasure was so intense that passionate cries escaped my lips, echoing the pleasure she had bestowed upon me. In return, I reciprocated, lavishing her with the same level of attention and care. She became my guide, teaching me the art of making love to a woman, and I will forever cherish the moments we shared. After our intense lovemaking, we lay in each other's arms, caressing one another, basking in the warm afterglow of our passion. The connection we had formed transcended the physical, as we reveled in the emotional intimacy that had blossomed between us.

Several days later, I mustered the courage to introduce her to my mother. As I stood before her, I paused for a moment before uttering the words, "Mom, this is...,"

"You're a woman now," my mom interjected, taking a seat on the sofa.

 "So, how does it feel to be a woman?" she asked the Doctor, with a touch of sarcasm as she stared at her. 

"I'm still the same on the inside, and I still prefer women," the Doctor quipped, intertwining our hands and flashing a smile. We sat side by side, my mom observing the affectionate glances exchanged between us, clearly feeling uneasy.

After a brief awkward silence, my son entered the room. "Hey mom, I'm bringing Cindy over later," he announced, glancing at the Doctor, offering a half-hearted wave, and heading upstairs. "Your son has really matured, you'd notice that if you were around more often," my mother remarked with a touch of bitterness in her voice. The Doctor's expression shifted to one of guilt as she listened to my mother's words. 

"Um, mom, I think I need to have a private conversation with the Doctor," I suggested, subtly hinting that I needed some one-on-one time with her. My mother nodded understandingly and made her way upstairs. I rose from my seat and made my way towards the stairs to ensure that my mother had closed the door behind her. Turning back to face the Doctor, I couldn't help but acknowledge the impact of the situation on my mother. "It must have been quite a shock for her, just as it was for me when I first laid eyes on your new appearance," I remarked, trying to empathize with both my mother and the Doctor in that moment. "I can relate, the first time I saw my changed face, I was speechless. But as I started exploring my body," she paused, gently touching her well-shaped breast. "These are amazing," she added playfully, giving me a flirtatious glance. I chuckled, walked back, and sat down beside her. "My parents are divorced," I disclosed. She looked surprised, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Butterfly."

“I believe that her bitterness is still lingering from the divorce," I expressed. 

Curiously, she asked, "How long has it been?"

 "It happened five years ago." In a comforting gesture, she wrapped her arm around me and planted a gentle kiss on my head. I always find solace in the Doctor's embrace, as if I were a child. "Now I understand, she wants you to be happy and she doesn't trust me because I come and go, transforming into a different person each time," she comprehended.

 "Yes, if you continue to come and go, it's difficult for the people around to comprehend. Sometimes, even I struggle to understand," I confessed sincerely, letting out a sigh.

 She nodded understandingly and held me tighter in her arms, releasing a sigh of her own. "Listen, I'll be here for a week, so let's make the most of it.

I'd love to have dinner with you and our son," she proposed. I smiled and nodded in agreement. We ascended the staircase and stepped back into the Tardis, but this time our destination was the vibrant year of 1978! The atmosphere was electric as we found ourselves at a lively disco, where the music pulsed through the air and beckoned us to dance the night away. Of course we were dressed appropriately. The Doctor wore a nice red polyester mid-calf dress with black wedge heels, and I wore a cute red floral polyester mid-calf dress, with brown leather strapped Candie’s heeled shoes. 

The infectious beats of, "I Want Your Love" by the group called, Chic filled the club, setting the perfect backdrop for an unforgettable evening. We grooved to the sounds of the Bee Gees, Heatwave, and Cheryl Lynn, each track adding to the exhilarating vibe. It truly was a night to remember, bursting with joy and rhythm! The following day, dinner went splendidly, and I believe my son could sense that woman sitting next to him is the Doctor. I introduced her as Jane Smith, which seemed amusing at the time. My son and the Doctor got along famously. Two days later, the Doctor and I visited the beach, the very same beach we had been to years ago. "I know how much you love this place, so I thought it would be nice to take you here," she said with a warm smile. However, as her words sank in, a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, casting a shadow on my face. Sensing my change in mood, she gently asked, "What's wrong?" With a heavy sigh, I mustered the courage to share my thoughts. "This was the very last time we were together before everything changed, before you transformed into that other Doctor." The weight of those memories weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and longing. Realizing the impact of her transformation on me, she quickly apologized, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

 "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring up those painful memories..."

Cutting her off mid-sentence, I reassured her, "It's okay, really." But deep down, it wasn't okay at all. The truth was, the first Doctor's departure had shattered me, leaving behind a trail of heartbreak and trauma that took me a considerable amount of time to heal from. Trying to find solace in each other's presence, we continued walking hand in hand along the serene beach. The gentle waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to our shared silence. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues, we found comfort in the beauty of the moment.  

Eventually, we made our way back home, our footsteps echoing the bittersweet memories we had just revisited. Though the pain still lingered, being together in that familiar place brought a sense of solace, reminding us of the love and connection we shared. The Doctor extended an invitation for me to accompany her on an adventure to a water planet located in a far-off star system. "I'm in!" I responded enthusiastically. It was one of my final trips with her. Upon reaching the planet Ona, we found ourselves on a mesmerizing blue world that was predominantly covered in water. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing. The planet boasted a bustling station where various alien species coexisted alongside humans. Hand in hand, we strolled through the station, exploring shops and immersing ourselves in the rich history of the planet. Every moment spent together was filled with joy and wonder. Our last days together were truly memorable.

Like the Sands through an Hourglass, 

So are the Days of Our Lives.

I recall sitting down to watch that soap opera alongside my mother, and that was how every episode began. It's funny how true that statement really is. I have faith that the Doctor will make a comeback someday, but the question remains - will I still be patiently waiting; will I still be here for him or her?

(In 8 years later, it's through the eyes of Cherise's perspective. It may not have been that long for the Doctor but 8 years have passed for Cherise since she last seen the Doctor)

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My Immortal: Chapter 6 A New Face pt. 2

 

(This takes place between the time when he first met Amy Pond as a child and before he came back to Amy when she was older. If you remember well, there was a gap between that time.) rated: MA 18 & over

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The Doctor has been making regular appearances at the café where I grab my lunch every day since he first reappeared in my life. I've even glimpsed him in the park and in my own room, thinking I was unaware of his presence. One time, he was sitting on my bed, just staring at me, assuming I was fast asleep. Normally, I sleep so deeply that I wouldn't notice anything around me, but that night was different. I had just returned to my room after using the bathroom, and I checked on my son Johnny, who sleeps in a toddler bed situated against the wall in my room. After climbing into my bed, not yet asleep, I was fully aware that the Doctor was watching over me as he sat beside me on my bed. I don't believe he's even noticed my son, so there's that. The next day, after work, I went to pay Lana a visit Lana. We sat on the couch in her living room, catching up on each other's lives.

 She let out a sigh and said, "Cher, I think your main priority is Johnny. Let the Doctor pursue you, let him prove that he deserves you." I scoffed and nodded. I know she's right, but I can't help but feel guilty. It was a typical night, I was sleeping soundly, not suspecting a thing until the sun rose the next day and as I opened my eyes, I was taken aback to see the Doctor lying right next to me. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly turned my gaze towards my son's empty bed, realizing he was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as I didn't want my little one to have seen the Doctor in my bed, if he questioned it, I really don't know how to explain it to him. My eyes darted towards the door that was open, my mind racing with worry about where my son could have disappeared to. I couldn't help but glance at the Tardis and pondered, "Shit, I hope he didn't sneak into the Tardis, he can get lost in there."  The thought made me curse under my breath, my maternal instincts kicking into high gear. I noticed the Doctor shifting in his sleep next to me. I couldn't help but let out a scoff, although a small smile crept onto my lips at the sight of him. Despite the warmth of the moment, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, I slowly got out of bed and slipped on my robe. With a sense of urgency, I made my way downstairs, determined to find my missing son. "Johnny, where have you disappeared to?" I called out, searching for my son. He was engrossed in the morning cartoons, completely oblivious to my calls. Mom was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, while my dad had already left for work. It was my day off, and my mom usually didn't work on Fridays, and my brother was in his room, still asleep. "Johnny, why are you down here?" I asked him, clearly puzzled. His innocent eyes met mine as he explained, "I saw a strange man in your bed, so I came downstairs to tell grandma." My heart sank as I processed his words, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Oh, shit," I whispered. I let out a sigh, feeling a sense of dread creeping in. As my mom entered the room, her expression was stern, indicating that something serious was about to unfold. "Can we have a quick chat?" she asked, her voice laced with tension. I kissed my son on the forehead before following her to the kitchen, bracing myself for the impending conversation. Despite being 21 years old, my mom still had a way of making me feel like a child in trouble. Seated at the kitchen table, I awaited her first question, knowing that she wouldn't beat around the bush. "So, who is that man in your bed?" she asked, her tone demanding honesty. I hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation without causing further alarm. "Thank goodness your father wasn't home. If Johnny had mentioned this man while he was here, I shudder to think of his reaction," my mom remarked, her disappointment evident in her voice and expression. Leaning her back against the kitchen sink with her arms crossed, she waited for my response. Summoning my courage, I finally spoke up, "Mom, there's something I need to tell you." It was about time I revealed the truth about who John Smith really is. After all, actions speak louder than words. "Initially, I was completely unaware of his presence in my bed. It seems like he has a habit of sneaking into my bed and sleeping beside me, so there was no reason for concern." Her expression turned sour, clearly indicating her displeasure with our discussion. "Sweetheart, I know he's not the same person who got you pregnant, but it would be nice if you could inform me when you have a guest staying overnight," she remarked, her face contorted in disapproval. I nodded, feeling a tad exasperated. I mean, I'm an adult, I don't need to justify my sleeping arrangements to her. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. "Mom, can I show you something upstairs?" I suggested. "Why?" she asked with curiosity, her interest piqued. "It's important," I emphasized. She responded with a dismissive eye roll and a nod. Johnny was completely absorbed in his favorite cartoons on the television, unaware that we went upstairs. The Doctor was still fast asleep in my bed. I let out a sigh before gently waking him up. "Oh, good morning, Butterfly," he greeted me. It felt strange for him to call me Butterfly, considering he wasn't the Doctor who originally gave me that nickname. I looked down at him with a worried expression before turning to my mom. "Why did you bring me here? You could have just introduced us downstairs," she remarked sarcastically, crossing her arms. I gestured towards the Tardis. Startled, she took a step back, her eyes wide with amazement and her mouth hanging open. "What, what is that?" she blurted out.

"That, my dear, is my Tardis," the Doctor explained, rubbing his eyes and stretching with a yawn. My mother's eyes widened in surprise as she gazed at the Tardis, her expression a mix of shock and curiosity, then she turned to him. "You remind me of that other man she was seeing," she stated, her tone laced with suspicion.

"Yes, I suppose I do," he responded, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he shifted uncomfortably under her scrutinizing gaze. "It seems you have a type, Cherise," my mother remarked, her eyes flickering between him and the Tardis, a hint of amusement in her voice but she still was in shock about the Tardis and him. "I need to know more," she insisted, her curiosity piqued as she urged me to elaborate on my relationship with him. "Why don't you take a seat," I suggested, pulling a chair closer for her to sit on. As she settled down, her eyes still fixed on the Tardis, she asked, "How did such a large object make its way into your bedroom?"

"Let your daughter explain," he chimed in, but I gestured for him to let me take the lead. He shifted on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his eyes focused on us with a mixture of concern and interest. 

"Mom, what I'm about to tell you is going to shock you." I told her everything, omitting intimate personal details. After I finished, she sat there, a mix of surprise and skepticism in her expression. She scoffed, crossing her arms in defiance. “No, that’s ridiculous, there is no way he is the same person. Why are you lying to me? You’re lucky your dad isn’t here, he would not approve of this man being in your bed and to make things worse, your son is the one who saw him. He came downstairs to tell me that there was a stranger in your bed. I raced upstairs, hoping it was that Mr. Smith, so I could tell him off and kick him out of the house, but I see this man.” A lump formed in my throat when she pointed at the Doctor, causing me to let out a heavy sigh. As my mom mentioned my son, the Doctor's expression shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me before turning to my mom and saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but...,"

I met his gaze, shaking my head and silently mouthing, "No."

"Well, I thought I'd lighten the mood," he quipped with a touch of playful sarcasm. Releasing a sigh, I watched as he got up from the bed, walked over to the computer chair, and effortlessly put on his pants. My mom responded with an eye roll and disapproving head shake. "If you don't trust your daughter, you can step into the Tardis. Seeing is believing, right?" he said, gesturing towards the Tardis with a tilt of his head. "Alright, indulge me," she said. 

We entered the Tardis. It had gone through a transformation; it is not what I remember. My eyes wide in astonishment and my mom was bewildered as well. She shook her head in disbelief.  She stepped out and then stepped back in. "No, this can't be real," she said.

"Oh, but it is," he replied, winking at me. I looked at him anxiously. "It's larger inside," she exclaimed, bewildered. A moment of awkward silence followed. She glanced at me. "I trust you, Cher," she assured, embracing me and releasing a deep sigh. She then turned to the Doctor and unexpectedly slapped him, catching him off guard. "You're the father of that child," she stated, her eyes filled with contempt as she glared at him. "I don't care what face you're wearing now; you should feel ashamed. How will you make it up to my daughter?" He gazed at me, a bit bewildered, and then, as he realized that my son was also his son, he let out a deep sigh. We exited the Tardis. "Mom, I need to have a private conversation with him," I said.

She sighed, "Alright," nodding, and as she walked towards the door, she paused, turned back to glance at us. Her brow furrowed, she shook her head, and then went downstairs, leaving us alone. I locked the door after she left. Leaning my head against the door for a moment, I then turned to face him. "Your mother is quite a character," he remarked, rubbing his cheek where she had left a red mark. I sighed, "Yes, he is your son." The sincerity in my eyes conveyed that I was not joking. He must have suspected it, but he seemed reluctant to believe it. We both sat down on the bed. “Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked.

I gulped, “Yeah but I didn’t know how you'd feel about it.”

“By the way, I didn’t see your son in the room last night, I wouldn’t have crawled into your bed, if I had known he was here,” he said and let out a sigh, “I’m confused, I know it’s been three years, and I’m sorry about that,” he paused. “But how could you have become pregnant by my other incarnation?” I shrugged and said, “To be honest, I don’t know.”

 “Well, I need to examine him if you don’t mind.”

“If you’re wondering if he has two hearts, well, not really but...”

“But what?” He looked at me concerned.

“He has certain abilities.”

“What kind?”

 “I found that he can move things with his mind.” His eyes shot open.

He was speechless. “Oh, Cherise, I must examine him. That is profound.” 

I nodded, “I agree but I think he needs to get to know you first. He doesn’t know who you are.”

“I understand,” he said.

"As for my mother, I doubt she will inform my stepfather about you, but she is extremely angry about the entire situation. I plan on discussing it with her later.

 "Mothers are incredibly defensive when it comes to their kids. Believe me, I've experienced a slap or two," he chuckled while sharing the story of his initial encounter with Rose's mother. I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, that's not funny," he protested. He then wrapped his arm around me, drawing me closer. "Um, I'm not ready yet," I informed him, knowing he wanted more than a warm hug. I sensed his desire for intimacy, but I wasn't at ease with the new Doctor. He explained the regeneration process, yet I never anticipated witnessing his altered appearance. Although he is the Doctor, he isn't the Doctor I remember. I prefer to acquaint myself with this Doctor before proceeding. He gently kissed my forehead and rose to his feet. "I understand, but I'll be nearby. Perhaps we could rendezvous at the park?" he proposed, tilting his head and flashing a flirtatious grin.

“Yeah, maybe, we’ll see. I'm curious to learn more about your adventures, the people you encountered, and especially with those other companions," I said, a hint of caution in my tone. Uncertain if I truly desired to hear about them. He nodded, rising from his seat and strolling towards the Tardis. Standing by the open door, he glanced back at me. "Are you absolutely certain you don't want to step inside?" His grin and wink were enticing, tempting me to join him. I was aware that if I entered, we'd end up in his bed. I just need more time, and I told him, “I promise that I will go on a trip with you but give me just a little more time.” He let out a deep sigh, a subtle nod, and then left. I remained seated on my bed, enveloped in silence, lost in my thoughts. I couldn't help but ponder about the enjoyable times we had shared, contemplating the idea of accompanying him once more. However, my thoughts soon shifted to my son, realizing that he deserved to know the truth about his dad. I decided that perhaps it was best to wait until he was older before revealing everything. Later that evening, Lana called and decided to pay me a visit. Lana has taken on the role of my son's aunt, always ready to lend a helping hand whenever needed. As Lana and I caught up downstairs, my son was engrossed in the den, watching TV, while my parents were occupied in their room. Suddenly, my brother walked in through the front door, surprising us all. "Cher, a woman wants to talk to you," he announced. I was puzzled at first, but then I caught sight of who was following him. My jaw practically hit the floor when I saw River standing there. "Hello sweetie," she greeted me. It had been ages since I last saw her, back when we traveled to the year 2315 to get rid of the implant that the Greys had placed in my arm. Lana's eyes were fixed on River, clearly taken aback. Meanwhile, my brother casually strolled into the kitchen, grabbed a coke, and headed upstairs, paying no mind to the unexpected visitor in our midst. He had never met River before, but he didn't seem fazed and didn't bother asking any questions. Perhaps he assumed she was just a colleague of mine. River made herself at home, sinking into the leather recliner with ease, causing Lana and I to exchange bewildered looks. After a moment of silence, I couldn't help but ask, "River, why are you here?" She responded with a smile, "Sweetie, I just came by to see how you're doing." Her eyes then landed on the pendant around my neck, and a puzzled expression crossed her face, giving her a curious look. 

"That necklace is stunning. Is it a real sapphire?" she asked.

I nodded, "It's actually a gift from..."

"The Doctor," she cut in, scoffing and smirking, "Well, he certainly has good taste," she sarcastically added. I felt uneasy with her presence, and I couldn't help but worry that my parents might overhear our conversation. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me on an adventure. There's a planet with the most breathtaking landscapes you've ever seen." I had a feeling there was more to it than just that. "I'm not sure. I have a job and, well," I paused, unsure how to continue. "The Doctor has returned," I mentioned. She looked surprised. "He has? Well, that jerk," she said, a bit flustered. She held resentment towards him for disappearing and leaving me to face my pregnancy alone. There was a knock on the door.  "Ah, that must be him," she said, getting up and heading towards the door.

 "Who?" I asked. Lana and I exchanged a glance, both wondering the same thing. 

 River opened the door, and a man in his late 20's sauntered in. "Hey River, ready to go? We can check out my timeline if you're up for it," he proposed. His captivating blue eyes scanned Lana and me. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, a dark blue coat adorned with gold buttons, black cotton pants, a sturdy brown belt, and dark brown flat boots. "Well, well, what do we have here," he remarked as he advanced towards us, taking my hand and Lana's, planting a kiss on each. River closed the door behind him and joined us, standing with her arms on her hips, observing Jack closely. 

With a shake of her head, she set her arms akimbo and flashed a smile at Jack's playful behavior. "Wow, you never mentioned how stunning she is!" Jack said. Taking Lana's hand, he drew her in close as music suddenly filled the Livingroom from the stereo system. Tapping his wristband, the song "Los Angeles" by the group, Midnight began to play, leaving me standing there in shock as the volume seemed a bit too loud. "I love this song, it's a classic," Jack remarked, pausing to add, "Well, where I come from it is," while swaying Lana in his arms during the dance. Curiosity got the best of me, and I asked, "How did he turn on the stereo?" River, seated nearby, simply replied, "Ask him," she said, and chuckled. She wasn't about to tell Jack he had the wrong girl in his arms. He held Lana close, causing her to nervously chuckle. "Cherise, he's mistaken me for you," Lana clarified as he dipped her halfway and then paused. "Oops, I didn't know," he said embarrassed, apologizing for the mix-up. River shook her head, and Jack then approached me, took my hand and started to dance with me. He grabbed Lana's hand, pulling both of us in and started to dance with us. Lana and I giggled. "Hey, maybe we can have a threesome later," he playfully suggested. I glanced at River, who shook her head, rolled her eyes and smiled. My son entered the room and saw us dancing, causing him to burst into laughter. Jack stopped dancing and walked over to him. "Hey there, little man, so you must be..." 

"He's Cherise's son," River interrupted, preventing him from saying the words, 'the Doctor's son.' 

"Oh," he grinned and playfully tapped John's nose. John giggled. I heard footsteps approaching from upstairs.

"Oh, crap," I muttered under my breath. 

"Who are you people?" my dad asked, looking puzzled as he observed the scene. He was dressed in khaki shorts, a grey tee shirt, and slippers. The music suddenly stopped. “Um, they are students that are in my class,’ she paused and added, “My acting class.” Lana covered for them. My dad looked at them dubiously. Mom came downstairs, she looked at me. “Yes, they are in her class,” I confirmed although it was a lie. My dad looked at Jack’s attire and nodded, “Hmm, okay, do you want a drink?”

“Well, now that you asked….”

“It’s fine, we are leaving now,” River interjected. “Cherise, maybe later we can talk,” she added, with a winked and smiled. “Jack, let’s go,” she said.

“Well thanks for your hospitality,” Jack said and followed River out the door, doing a little dance to music he can only hear. My dad went back upstairs, and mom walked into the kitchen, I followed. Lana sat on the sofa with Johnny. “So, who are they?”

“It’s a long story,” I said. She nodded and pursed her lips. “Okay, maybe later then,” she said and grabbed two beers and went upstairs. Returning to the Livingroom, I reminisced about the time when the Doctor was missing from my life for three long years. During that period, I went on adventures with River. Interestingly, I eventually discovered that the ship she used during our journey to the jungle planet belonged to Jack. It made me wonder if she had just borrowed it from him at that time. I proposed to Lana and my son, "How about we have a go at Jenga?" Johnny's eyes widened with excitement, and he enthusiastically agreed. We've had rounds of this game in the past, and Johnny always gets a kick out of it when the tower comes crashing down. Lana got up to fetch the game from the cabinet, and Johnny eagerly anticipated the challenge of carefully pulling out the pieces without causing the tower to collapse. He couldn't contain his laughter whenever one of us failed and the tower fell apart. After a while, Lana said she needed to go home because she had to work the next day. She is a receptionist at a local dentist’s office. Johnny and I headed upstairs. I tucked him into bed, making sure he was comfortable before I settled into my own bed. The house was quiet as everyone drifted off to sleep peacefully. I was so lost in my dream that I barely noticed when the Doctor came and joined me in bed. As morning broke, I found him beside me, my head resting near his shoulder. Careful not to disturb him, I slipped out of bed quietly. The Doctor was dressed in a light blue button-up shirt with a white under shirt peeking out. He was still fast asleep, so I checked the time discreetly. "It's 7:30 in the morning," I muttered quietly, realizing I had to go to work. My father was already preparing for his day, the sound of the shower echoing from the master bathroom. If he was up, then my mother would be too. Not wanting to disturb my son's sleep, I decided to wake up the Doctor instead. I let out a sigh and made a face as I saw him still in his boxers under the sheets. As I heard footsteps approaching, my mother called out that breakfast was ready, she noticed my door ajar and walked in. "I can't explain this but..." I started, but she cut me off, saying she did not want to know, and left the room. Feeling nervous, I saw Johnny starting to wake up, so I gently shook the Doctor once more. "Doctor, wake up," I said firmly. "Oh, I apologize Cherise," I gestured towards my son and faced the Doctor with my arms folded. He chuckled, "No need to worry, I didn't wake him," he reassured me. I let out a sigh and asked, slightly annoyed, "What brings you here?"

 "I missed you, and if you're not ready to resume our favorite pastime activity yet," he paused. "At least I can be by your side while you sleep," he said, flashing a flirtatious grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled, acknowledging that I do miss him but need more time to reconcile. "Ah, there's that smile," he remarked, getting up from the bed and putting on his pants. I watched him as he dressed and let out a sigh. "I was thinking maybe we could talk during my lunch break," I suggested. He agreed, as he got dressed. He gave me a hug and a kiss before leaving in his Tardis. Throughout the workday, my thoughts lingered on the Doctor and the changed appearance, wondering if he remained the same person at heart. Lunchtime arrived, and as I usually took a 45-minute lunch break, I headed to the café to order. Suddenly, the Doctor appeared behind me, surprising me. “Order me a latte, Butterfly,” he whispered into my ear. His face was close to mine. I gasped, turned around and smiled. “You’re here,” I said. "Of course, I want to talk to you," he said. I had on my flowery sundress and high heels, along with the necklace he had given me. His face lit up when he saw it. He was dressed in a stylish brown corduroy blazer, a sky-blue button-down shirt, and brown trousers. We took a seat at a table together. "So, what is it that you want to know, Cherise?" he asked. I grinned and took a sip of my orange juice. I ordered a latte and a salad for him, while I opted for a salad and an orange juice. "Please enlighten me about your companions from your previous incarnation, before you became this Doctor," I requested. He proceeded to tell me about Martha and Donna, as well as the incident that brought about his transformation. 

"Have you ever been in a romantic relationship with Donna?" I asked. 

"No, absolutely not," he responded sincerely. "We were just good friends," he added, taking a sip of his drink. 

"And what about Martha?" I probed, unintentionally adopting a slightly interrogative tone. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pausing before answering.

 "Um," he hesitated, clicking his tongue, "Yes, maybe once or twice. She wanted to take things further, but I wasn't ready." 

"I understand," I interjected. A sense of melancholy washed over his face as he let out a sigh. Slowly, I extended my hand towards his, our fingers meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. It was as if a deep connection had always existed between us. "So, would you like to step inside my Tardis? It has undergone some changes, especially my bedroom," he said, with a hint of affection in his voice. I let out a soft laugh and flashed a smile. 

"I noticed the main room has gone through changes,” I paused and added, “Perhaps, maybe later." Once we finished our meal, I made my way back to the office, with him trailing behind me. I softly smiled. He was whistling the song, I Only Have Eyes for You by Art Garfunkel.  As I focused on my work, he settled himself on the waiting room sofa, casting playful glances in my direction. "You know, if my father catches sight of you, he might start to wonder if you need his help with something," I teased.

 He nodded and let out a sigh, "Alright," he agreed. "Would you prefer to wait for me at home instead?" I suggested. He rose from his seat, approached me, and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, causing a flutter in my stomach. "I'll swing by later, Butterfly," he murmured, eliciting another chuckle from me. He walked out the door. Marie just looked at me and asked, “Is he your boyfriend?” I told her that he’s a friend. I didn’t want to disclose too much about my personal life. After he departed, I finished up my shift. "Dad, I'm heading home now," I informed him. "Very well, my dear. Tell your mom I'll be home in an hour," he replied. I nodded in acknowledgment. Marie, the other receptionist, decided to stay an extra half-hour at the office. She was helping another lawyer who works in the same office as my father. Lately, I've been wondering if there's a hidden reason behind her prolonged presence. 

"See you tomorrow, Marie," I said as I bid her farewell. She nodded and smiled. I left for home to be with my son. Lana looks after him on specific days, while my mother takes over on her off days. At three years old, he's not quite ready for kindergarten yet. "How was your day?" I asked, lifting my son up in my arms. "Lana and I went to the mall, and I rode the merry-go-round," he replied. "That sounds fun," I said, as Lana playfully tousled his hair. "It was a secret," she teased, causing him to giggle. After I sat him down, Lana and I settled on the couch, while Johnny sat on the floor engrossed in his favorite tv show. "Did you see the Doctor?" I confirmed with a nod. "He's coming over tonight," I announced confidently. In response, she shook her head, a knowing look in her eyes. "I know you, Cher. You always give in. Remember, he was gone for three whole years," she reminded me, her tone filled with concern. Letting out a sigh, I glanced over at my son, contemplating her words. "I understand your worries, but he did explain everything to me and answered all my questions. We'll just have to wait and see how things unfold," I replied, trying to reassure her. She smirked, rolled her eyes, and shook her head once more. "It's your life, but just remember that he's unpredictable. He could leave at any moment and never come back," she cautioned me, her voice tinged with skepticism. Later that night, when the house was quiet and everyone else was fast asleep, I heard a familiar sound - the Tardis. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, glancing at my son to make sure he was still asleep. The Doctor emerged cautiously, gesturing for me to follow him into the Tardis. With a finger to his lips, he motioned towards my son, who was peacefully dreaming in his bed. I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, ready for whatever adventure awaited me. I said, "It's fascinating, how your Tardis changes when you do," looking at him with a playful grin I added, "By the way, I completely understand what happened to you and I fully accept your explanation." His face lit up with a smile as he adjusted his blazer. Playfully, I couldn't resist teasing him, "I must say, I like your new face." A flirtatious grin appeared on his face, and he gently took my hand as we strolled down the hallway towards his bedroom. His room changed, it exudes a serene ambiance with its pristine white walls, while the bed stands out with its slightly larger size and white bedcovers. A touch of elegance is added by the neatly placed brown and ivory striped throw blanket. Two nightstands flank the bed, adorned with various items on their shelves. The bed's base matches the color of the wooden headboard, creating a cohesive look. The room is bathed in ample light from the ceiling above the bed, although the presence of lamps on the side tables adds a decorative touch.  "Wow, your room changed as well," I exclaimed, genuinely impressed by his new room. 

He chuckled in response, remarking, "It's been a while since you've seen it." He casually removed his jacket and placed it on a chair positioned on the opposite side of the room. Walking towards me, he embraced me from behind and planted a gentle kiss on my neck. I couldn't help but giggle. His lips found the sensitive spot on the nap of my neck, and he softly whispered, "Cherise, I've missed you."

"I missed you too," I whispered, turning to face him. In an instant, he scooped me up, his hands firmly grasping my supple buttocks. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms encircling his neck, as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Slowly, he guided us towards the bed, his desire evident through the fabric of his trousers, pressing against me with an undeniable urgency. With a gentle release, he lowered me onto the bed, our lips still locked in a fervent embrace. As I sat on the edge, my heart racing with anticipation, I shed my tee shirt and pajama shorts, revealing my desire for him. "Cherise, I ache for your mouth on my throbbing cock," he begged, settling beside me on the mattress. Eager to satisfy his every whim, I sank to my knees in front of him, deftly stripping off his trousers and briefs, unveiling his pulsing manhood. I carefully removed his footwear and socks, leaving him exposed to my touch. His shirt was next, unveiling his chiseled physique. Positioned before him, I felt his fingers tenderly caressing my hair, sparking a flame inside me. Our eyes locked, a seductive grin dancing on my lips. Gradually, I began to tantalize him, my lips delicately exploring the area around his pulsating cock. A deep, primal moan escaped his lips, fueling my desire to pleasure him. With his hand still tangled in my hair, I used my other hand to firmly stroke his rigid length, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The room was filled with the heady aroma of our lust, as we surrendered to the throes of passion. My full lips moved seductively towards the tip, wrapping it with my warm, wet tongue. I relished his thick length like a delectable treat, licking it with enthusiasm. Slowly, I took his pulsating member into my mouth, using my hand to stroke it gently as he moaned in pleasure. His heavy breaths only fueled my desire as I intensified my movements, increasing the pace of my strokes and the depth of my sucking. My tongue danced around his swollen head, sending shivers down his spine and driving him wild with pleasure. With a delicate bite at the base, I felt his body tremble with delight, his enjoyment evident in his every gasp and groan. He grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding my head as I continued to pleasure him, my hand expertly massaging his balls. With a firm grip on his member, I continued to suck him eagerly, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared passion.  "Oh Butterfly," he murmured. I sensually tasted his pre-cum before he reclined on the bed. Straddling him, I wrapped my legs around his waist, guiding his throbbing shaft into me. With passionate movements, we matched each other's intensity, making it difficult to control the rhythm as he thrust into me with fervent energy. 

Our lovemaking was a wild frenzy of desire. His hands firmly gripped my breasts, moving sensually across my body. In one smooth motion, he kept his member inside of me as he effortlessly flipped me onto my back, never losing our connection. His fervent thrusts set me ablaze, a level of lust I hadn't experienced in ages. As our pleasure peaked, my nails dug into his shoulders, intensifying our shared climax. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through me, making my body tremble under his touch. We both reached the peak together, our simultaneous release met with a passionate cry that filled the room. As tremors of orgasms continued to ripple through me, he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. "You're so tight baby." His words, brimming with longing and appreciation, served as proof of the strength of my pelvic muscles. I couldn't help but grin, realizing that my commitment to Kegel exercises had yielded results, despite having only gone through childbirth once. The bond between us was palpable, both physically and emotionally, and at that moment, I experienced a profound sense of contentment and satisfaction. The following days brought a stern lecture from my mother. "How could you be inside his Tardis while your son was asleep in your room?" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Mom, I'm 21 years old, and he was fast asleep. Besides, the Doctor and I weren't even in my bed. No sound escapes from inside the Tardis, so please just drop it." I'm going to have to start locking my door. My mom tends to ease drop on occasion. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna go to work. Will you be home today?” I asked. She nodded. 

“Okay well, watch Johnny and I’ll be home when my shift ends. I think I’ll get out early, dad doesn’t mind.” Mom was lounging in one of the kitchen chairs, a steaming cup of coffee and a donut resting beside her. I looked at her and said, “I swear I’ll keep it low-key from now on.” After drinking the last of my coffee, I set the mug down on the counter near the sink, strolled over to her, and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll see you later mom.” She smiled and nodded. I left for work. At lunchtime, I decided to swing by the café, and once I finished my meal, I bumped into the Doctor at the park. Nestled amid the bustling traffic is a little island where a quaint park has been set up, with cars circling around it. In the center, there's a charming fountain surrounded by a few trees, and you can find a couple of benches tucked under the shade of those trees, right by the sidewalk. It's a popular spot for folks working at the nearby businesses, giving them a chance to take a breather and savor their lunch in a bit of greenery. 

The café is conveniently located within a reasonable distance, so I decided to stroll over and settle down on one of the benches. As I was enjoying my peaceful moment, I noticed the Doctor making his way across the street and joining me by my side. He was dressed in a simple yet stylish combination of a grey-brown blazer jacket, paired with a light blue button-up shirt, a tie, and a pair of jeans. As we sat down for lunch, he asked me with a mischievous and flirtatious smile, "So, how was work?" I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit shy as I looked away. It was strange to think that this man, who was once the Doctor that took my innocence and fathered my child, now looks so different.

 Nevertheless, he still possessed that undeniable handsomeness that made my heart skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to ask, "So, tell me more about your adventures with your other companions." His response intrigued me, as he spoke about someone he referred to as the Master, who he locked horns with while in his previous incarnation. Despite the danger and intensity of their encounters, he assured me that the Master had met his demise, putting my worries at ease. Reflecting on his words, I couldn't help but feel grateful that I had only crossed paths with River and Jack, well he doesn’t know River quite yet. I didn’t tell him about my unforgettable trip with River and Jack to the year 2315 A.D. where I discovered that a massive asteroid, stretching a few miles in length, collided with the Pacific Ocean in the year 2095, causing irreversible changes to the west coast. The impact of this catastrophic event was profound, leading to widespread devastation and the loss of countless lives. Los Angeles was constructed further inland, near the Mojave Desert area, and is referred to as New Los Angeles.

"Cherise, do you want to go see the Leaning Tower of Pisa with me? Maybe we can also visit the Eiffel Tower and the catacombs?" My eyes flew open, and I took a deep breath. "Yes, I'd love to go," I hesitated. "But I'm a mom now, you know what I mean."

 "We can take him along with us," he said. I smiled and my eyes lit up.

"Oh Doctor, I adore you." He reached out and held my hands in his.

 "Please come with me,” he begged, and I nodded. "Hey, should we invite my mom? She's familiar with you now and maybe she'll warm up to you if she sees the incredible places, you can take us to," I suggested. He rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him, recalling the sensation. He clicked his tongue, "Alright, let's bring her along to the Eiffel Tower," he said with a sigh, rolling his eyes. I let out a chuckle, “Thank you, Doctor.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek. I decided to take a break from work for three days; my dad doesn't mind. Marie can handle things while I'm away. I informed my mom about the Doctor's proposal. "Hmm, I'm not sure, Cher. Is it safe?"

"Yes, don't worry. I want you to join us, and Johnny will be there too."

“Now wait a minute. Are you sure you want to take him with you? That Doctor seems to put you in dangerous situations.”

“It will be fine, anyways the Doctor wants to examine him because he’s fascinated by the abilities he has,” I said, she did not know what I was talking about, so I explained to her about Johnny’s special ability. 

“No, I don’t believe it,” she said, with skepticism. “Okay,” I paused and called my son into the living room.

 “Johnny, can you show your grandma that special trick?”

“But I thought you didn’t want her to know?”

“It’s okay, go ahead.” I brought the Jenga tower and set in on the coffee table. I told him to stack them. He stacked the wooden blocks without using his hands. My mom’s mouth agape, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Something clicked in her head. "Cher, your doctor is actually an alien. I was skeptical at first, but if he's the father of your child then..." her voice trailed off. A worried look shadowed her face. She sat there staring at Johnny, who smiled. "Can I do more tricks?" he asked. I chuckled, "Maybe later, go watch your cartoons," I responded. He nodded and went to the den.

“Mom, are you okay?” I asked.

She sighed, “Yeah, I am. Thank you for telling me about Johnny, he’s such a special little boy. I don’t care who his father is, I love him.” We hugged. “I love to come with you to Paris. I’ve never been there so why not,” she chuckled, and her eyes teared up. It was a lot to take in, knowing that her grandson is half alien. "We probably shouldn't mention this to your dad," she suggested. I nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he might not take it well if he found out about the Doctor," and we shared a laugh.

The next day, I introduced my son to the Doctor. As we entered the Tardis, my son's eyes widened in amazement, "Wow, it's huge!" he exclaimed. He wasn't scared, just curious and thrilled. "Mom, is this a spaceship?" he asked, and I nodded. The Doctor examined my son's eyes and instructed him to move objects with his mind. "Incredible! Cherise, he's a marvel," the Doctor exclaimed enthusiastically. Placing his hand on my son's chest, he added, "He doesn't have two hearts."

 "I could've told you that," I remarked. He chuckled and continued, "Well, the verdict is that he's a perfectly healthy boy with exceptional abilities." Playfully tapping my son's nose, he said, "I can't do what he does, so I believe his powers come from the Tardis's energy."

"How?" I asked. He shrugged. "I really have no idea, but the main thing here is that he is my son, and I will provide for him the best that I can," he said earnestly. I smiled and nodded. "So, are you ready to go to Paris, little man?" he asked, and Johnny nodded, flashing a wide grin. The Doctor tousled his straight brown hair, and we exited the Tardis. My mom was waiting in my room with a backpack. She was dressed in a buttoned-up purple blouse and jeans.

I wore my brown leather jacket, a white tee shirt, and jeans. My son wore his little denim jacket with a blue tee shirt and jeans.

"Will we be back before my husband gets home?" she asked. I glanced at the Doctor. "Of course, my good woman." Mom nodded and smiled, holding Johnny's hand. "Let's go," the Doctor said with enthusiasm, taking my hand. We stepped into the Tardis. In seconds, we found ourselves on the lawn of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. "Oh my God, Cher, I've never had the chance to visit France before," my mom exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. As we strolled through the bustling streets, she observed tourists snapping photos around us, just like us. Mom turned back to where the Tardis had been parked. "Where did the blue box go?" she asked.

 "Mom, it has the ability to cloak itself, turn invisible," I explained.

"Oh, I see," she replied, looking slightly puzzled. The Doctor scooped up my son and carried him as we explored the charming La Vallee Village, a delightful spot for shopping and dining. Later, we returned to the Eiffel Tower and made our way towards the Tardis, which suddenly materialized before us. "That was so much fun," my son exclaimed.

 "Get ready, little man, we're off to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa next," the Doctor announced. "But isn't that in Italy?" Mom questioned. "Indeed, and we'll be there in a flash," the Doctor replied with a mischievous grin. He clearly enjoyed having companions join him on his adventures, even if only temporarily. Catching my gaze, he winked, and I couldn't help but smile back as he manipulated the controls. "And here we go" he said. The Tardis landed gracefully on the grassy lawn just a short distance from the iconic Tower. 

As we neared the impressive structure, a captivating woman grabbed my attention, her eyes locked onto us. The sunlight danced on her shoulder-length brown hair, giving it a shimmering effect as she stood there. She was sporting sunglasses and a beige blazer with sleeves rolled up. Underneath the blazer, she had on a crisp white button-up shirt, paired with burgundy trousers and sleek black heels. I noticed the Doctor's obliviousness, but I was fully aware of her presence. As we walked past each other, she flashed me a cunning smile, which I chose to ignore. The rest of the day was spent exploring the Vatican and other tourist attractions, capturing memories through photographs. 

I even managed to snap a picture of the Doctor with my son. Eventually, the Doctor escorted us back home. "That was fun," my son exclaimed. The Doctor lifted him up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You know what? When you grow up, maybe we can go on trips together," he suggested. My mom's eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced at me, she then took my son downstairs. She had been so caught up in the excitement of the trip that she forgot about dinner. I knew her well enough to predict that she would order Chinese food and have it delivered. "Butterfly, how about we check out the catacombs together?" the Doctor said.

"I thought we were planning to go while we were in Paris today?" I asked.

"This is something different," he replied.

"How different?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Standing in my room, I looked into his captivating hazel/green eyes with my arms akimbo. He walked over, embraced me, and we shared a kiss. "So, what makes it special?" I probed.

"There have been reports of something strange down there, and I want to investigate. I'd love for you to come with me," he explained. "Hmm, are you asking me to join you on a risky adventure?"

I teased. "Let me think about it."

 "Oh, I know your game. If you don't want to play, I'll just leave," he said casually, seeing through my act. He strolled into the Tardis. "Hold on a second," I exclaimed, chasing after him. "Were you really going to leave?" I questioned, pouting my lips and giving him a sly smile. The Tardis doors shut behind me. "Ah, I see what you're up to," he remarked as he set the coordinates and hoisted me onto his shoulder. "What are you doing?" I asked and laughed. He playfully spanked me. "You're a naughty girl for teasing me like that," he scolded, carrying me to his bedroom. A passionate, intense lovemaking encounter followed shortly after. We did a sexual act called 69, I loved it. As we lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow, I thought about us and the time we spent traveling and then it occurred to me that I should tell my mom I was taking off again with him. “I need to tell my mom about our plan to visit the catacombs together," I mentioned. However, he responded, "It's too late." Confused, I furrowed my brow and stared at him. "But I wanted her to know," I hesitated. "Is this how you treat all your female companions? Just whisk them away without a word?" We both sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed, supported by the soft pillows. I crossed my arms and made a displeased face as I covered my boobs with the sheets. "Oh, don't sulk. You know I'll always bring you back. You trust me, right?" He kissed my lips, and I nodded, letting out a sigh. "I trust you," I replied, snuggling closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and then asked, "Shall we go and explore?" as he gently caressed my arm. I responded by planting a soft kiss on his chest.

“Okay, let’s go but I don’t think you’ll find anything. The people that take care of the catacombs have cameras and security, so they would’ve seen something, right?” He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes and so did I. I had my brown leather jacket on, white tee shirt and jeans. The Doctor sported a beige blazer suit with a black dark brown bowtie. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he said changing the subject. After getting dressed, we went to the control room. “We are here,” he said and took my hand. We stepped out to a dimly lit tunnel, but to be fair, we arrived after closing.

I touched one of the skulls and it was covered in layers of dust that seemed to have accumulated over centuries. Startled, I quickly pulled my hand away and wiped off the dust on my jeans. "Doctor, won't the security cameras catch sight of the Tardis and us?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease. "Don't worry, they're familiar with me, it's Unit," he replied in a reassuring tone. I couldn't shake off my discomfort as we strolled through the catacombs. I swallowed nervously. "Doctor, were you summoned to investigate the issue?" I asked, seeking clarification.  "Yes, in a way,” he replied. The Tardis detected an anomaly, and I was intrigued," he explained, pausing for a moment. "And why are you whispering? There's no one around," he pointed out. I chuckled softly, realizing he was right since it was after closing hours. As we continued our exploration, I stayed close to him, watching as he took out his screwdriver and gestured to it in a particular direction.

 "I believe its last known location was in that direction," he remarked. 

"Does the entity interfere with the cameras?" I asked, curious about the potential impact. 

"Entity?" he repeated, seeking clarification on my choice of words. 

"I have viewed numerous ghost hunting shows, and typically, it is a ghost that is haunting the location. He turned to me, looking curious.

"Do you watch those foolish shows?" he asked, pausing. "Do you believe it's a ghost?" he questioned with disbelief in his voice. I made a face, "I assume it's a ghost?"

I said, shrugging, my eyebrows furrowed, and I pursed my lips. "Butterfly, that's why we are here, to investigate what might be lurking in the catacombs. Additionally, a security guard disappeared two days ago, and I doubt a ghost is responsible. It could be an alien or a cryptid," he suggested.

 "Do you think there might be a portal here that occasionally opens and allows something to pass through?"  I asked.

He nodded, saying, "Perhaps." As we neared the coordinates pinpointed by his trusty screwdriver, a peculiar distortion in the vicinity caught our attention just a short distance away. "There it is, that's our target," he declared, grasping my hand firmly. Intrigued, we advanced towards the anomaly. "Do you think someone has crossed through this area?" I murmured; my gaze locked onto the enigmatic phenomenon in front of us. It was a sight unlike any I had witnessed before. Suddenly, he swiftly drew out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it towards the anomaly. "What the Hell is that?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of fear. Suddenly, the portal began to pulsate, a shadowy figure appearing in the distance, steadily making its way towards us. I couldn't help but gasp, a soft squeal escaping my lips as I clutched his hand tightly. His expression was one of concern as he glanced at me. As the shadow drew nearer, the background within the portal became clearer; my gaze fixed on what appeared to be a corridor lined with sickly yellow walls. My eyes widened in disbelief as I silently mouthed the words, "What in the Fuck?" I couldn't comprehend what I was looking at. His response was laced with worry as he suggested that I retreat to the safety of the Tardis. "I don't want to risk getting lost," I admitted, a sense of unease creeping over me. He chuckled softly at my words, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I want to stay by your side, I'm not scared," I declared, though deep down, fear gnawed at me. With a nod and a sigh, he agreed to stay together. As the mysterious entity drew closer, he suggested that we step back and observe. His excitement was palpable, contrasting with my growing sense of dread. Every fiber of my being screamed to run, but I stood frozen in place. A piercing screech filled the air as the creature finally emerged. "Doctor," I stammered, pointing towards the grotesque, mutated centipede. Without hesitation, we fled down the corridor, seeking refuge around a bend. My heart pounded in my chest as the monstrous creature loomed closer, leaving me breathless with fear. The portal disappeared without a trace, leaving us stranded in a state of utter confusion. "That creature is nothing like any centipede known to mankind," I murmured, transfixed by its peculiar and unsettling characteristics. 

Its legs were arranged in a bizarre and unnatural manner, its body adorned with a massive mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth, and its exoskeleton was thick and impenetrable. Desperate for answers, I sought shelter behind the doctor and inquired, "What is that, Doctor?" Unperturbed, he replied, "I have no idea, but let's find out." As he stepped forward to confront the creature, I couldn't help but panic and plead, "Wait, don't!" I hurriedly scurried towards him, my entire body trembling with fear. The creature came to a sudden halt, fixing its gaze upon us. Behind its eyes, I could sense a glimmer of intelligence that sent shivers down my spine. "Doctor, this seems like a terrible idea," I voiced my concern. He aimed his screwdriver at it and stated, "It doesn't seem to be of extraterrestrial origin. In fact, it appears to have traces of human DNA beneath its otherworldly exterior." Astonished, I asked, "How is that possible?" The creature hissed and clicked menacingly, its teeth dripping with saliva. "It doesn't belong in our realm. It originated from the place we glimpsed before it crossed over. It must be returned," he explained. Anxiously, I asked, "But how? Can we communicate with it and send it back?"

 He turned to me, wearing a perplexed expression, with a playful smirk. "Perhaps," he replied. 

"Well, how do you plan to accomplish that?" I asked, clinging to his arm like a frightened child. Despite feeling foolish, I couldn't help but be terrified by the colossal otherworldly centipede. Thoughts of my son's fate if I were to perish flooded my mind, but I pushed them aside. Suddenly, the Tardis materialized behind us. "We'll entice it into the reopening portal," he declared. Without warning, the portal materialized once more, lurking ominously behind the enigmatic creature. However, to our astonishment, it seemed unfazed by its presence and showed no intention of retreating into its mysterious depths. A heavy sigh escaped our lips as the creature began to advance towards us, its movements swift and agile. Panic surged through my veins as I turned to the Doctor, seeking guidance in this perilous situation. "Doctor," I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fear, "centipedes are known for their incredible speed, especially one of such colossal proportions," I said. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon us, and the urgency to escape became undeniable. In a moment of determination, the Doctor grasped my hand firmly, his eyes filled with resolve. Without hesitation, we sprinted towards the sanctuary of the Tardis, our hearts pounding in our chests. As we reached the safety of the Tardis, the door swiftly closed behind us, sealing us off from impending danger. Yet, uncertainty loomed in the air, and I couldn't help but voice my concerns. "Now what?" I asked, my voice laced with apprehension. The Doctor, ever the enigmatic figure, responded with a calm yet cryptic remark. "We'll play it by ear," he said, his tone offering little reassurance. A piercing screech echoed through the air as the creature relentlessly attempted to topple the Tardis, but its efforts proved futile against the sturdy time machine.  Meanwhile, the Doctor busied himself with the controls on the console, his mind racing to find a solution. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he turned to me and revealed his daring plan. "We're going to materialize behind the creature, close to the portal," he declared, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Doubt and fear mingled within me as I voiced my concerns, fearing the consequences of such a risky maneuver. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" I questioned, my voice trembling.

"What if it pursues us and drags us into the portal?"

"Patience, Butterfly," he whispered urgently.

"The gateway is widening, expanding," he murmured. The mystical creature lunged towards the Tardis once more, only for the Tardis to vanish and reappear a few yards away from the creature. Unbeknownst to the creature, it had tumbled back into the portal, vanishing from sight. Yet, the portal remained open, a shimmering gateway to the unknown. As the Doctor and I slowly emerged from the Tardis, he retrieved his trusty sonic screwdriver, aiming it towards the portal with a furrowed brow.

 "Curious," he muttered, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and intrigue. In that fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of the other side of the portal, the mysterious realm beyond, growing clearer and more enticing by the second. I saw strange yellow walls, florescent lights on the ceiling, dingy carpet and a hallway leading to who knows where. I stepped closer, captivated by its sight. I reached out to touch the portal. It looked like water, similar to the Star Gate in that old sci-fi TV series. The Doctor pulled me back with force. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his expression filled with worry. "I can't explain it, it was like a magnetic force drawing me closer, tempting me," I replied. "I can't bear the thought of losing you forever," he hesitated. I knew exactly what he was alluding to. It was about Rose.

"There exists a realm beyond, a place we should not venture into. If you step through, I might never lay eyes on you again. The portal is unpredictable and unstable." The allure of that mystical realm was undeniable, a mysterious force beckoning me to explore its depths. The Doctor, too, sensed the strange pull. He shook his head, “Not this time," he uttered, almost as if he was addressing someone else, not me. “We should go, the Tardis will seal the portal, and it shouldn’t appear in this place again.”

 I agreed. We went back into the Tardis, and he did what he does best—fix the situation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was afraid I was going to die, that centipede was close at our heels earlier, luckily the Tardis appeared when it did. Traveling with the Doctor can be unpredictable, dangerous but exciting. We materialized outside of the catacombs, and Unit was waiting for him. He told me to stay inside the Tardis. I watched on the monitor screen as he spoke to the people. I saw soldiers enter the catacombs shortly after. When the Doctor returned, I asked him why he didn’t want me to meet them. "I'd rather keep you under wraps from them," he said with a playful smirk. 

"They believe I'm off on my own adventure. You should have seen their faces when they caught sight of my new look." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, frowning as I shook my head in disbelief. "What’s with that expression?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"You’re not ashamed of me, are you?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. He quickly dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. "Not at all, but you have to understand, I have a lot of enemies, and the less they know about you, the safer you are."

"But they don’t seem like enemies to me," I countered, still puzzled by his insistence.

"No, but they enjoy monitoring my companions."

"Oh, I understand," I nodded. "I guess for privacy reasons, I respect that." We returned home. "Doctor, it seems like in Europe, they recognize you, but here, they don't." 

We exited the Tardis. He clicked his tongue and sighed, "Well, this country is wary of aliens," he joked. 

"I guess so, we're not exactly known for our welcoming demeanor towards extraterrestrial beings or any other type of aliens," I chuckled. In the comfort of my bedroom, I flopped down onto my bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day wash over me. With a deep inhale, I glanced over to check the time. "Looks like we've circled back to the same hour we departed," I remarked with a grin, closing my eyes and stretching my arms above my head before rolling onto my stomach. The Doctor took the opportunity to lie down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow as he turned to face me. "My son will probably come up soon to check on me," I mentioned casually.  "Alright, I'll return tonight, I want to cuddle up next to you," he teased with a flirtatious smile playing on his lips. Shifting to face him, I leaned in for a kiss as he drew closer. Our moment was interrupted by the unexpected entrance of my mother. "Oops, I'll come back later," she said, rolling her eyes and closing the door. I giggled. The Doctor was slightly annoyed, he stood up and said, "I'll catch you later." Taking my hand to help me up, he embraced me and planted a kiss on my lips before stepping into the Tardis and disappearing. True to his word, the next morning I awoke to find the Doctor sleeping beside me, while my son was already up and downstairs, the sound of the television drifting up to my ears. Reflecting on our adventure to the catacombs, I pondered the fate of the missing security guard, wondering if they had ventured through the portal or met a more sinister end at the hands of the creature. I didn't spend as much time with the new Doctor as I did with the first one, but I still had a great time.  

We went to Long Beach, had lunch at a seafood restaurant, and walked along the pier. Then we sat on a bench, enjoying each other's company. I even asked a woman to take a photo of us. The Doctor opted not to wear his bowtie, but I don't mind - he looks good in anything. He doesn't stick to one outfit when he comes to see me; he mentioned feeling at ease in casual clothes. On my birthday, my family and I headed to a restaurant to celebrate my twenty-second birthday. I saw the Doctor walked into the restaurant with Lana, I was shocked to see him with her. "What the heck," I thought. Lana was supposed to come alone. Lana greeted us with a wave.

 "It appears Lana has brought a plus one," mom observed with a hint of tension in her voice. "Looks like he just can't stand to be away from you," she whispered under her breath. I couldn't help but chuckle and flashed a smile. As they approached our table, Lana explained, "Well, he really wanted to come along with me." She shot me a smile and shrugged her shoulders in uncertainty. It was evident that the Doctor desired to join in on the festivities. The table we occupied had space for 4 people, but the waitress assisted in moving another table closer. Lana took a seat beside me, while the Doctor sat beside my father and my son, who was perched on a highchair. My father remained oblivious to the Doctor's presence, and there were no plans to inform him. After a delightful dinner, Lana and the Doctor departed, and we followed suit soon after. In the evening, I phoned Lana. “So, how did,” I paused. “You should ask why,” Lana interjected. “He wanted to come with me to see you, but he didn’t want to raise suspicion," she added. I smiled and Lana asked me, "Does your father have any idea about him?"

I responded, “No, and it has to stay that way.” Later, Lana came over. We played Johnny's favorite game, Jenga. Johnny always enjoys showcasing his skills in stacking the blocks using his powers. Meanwhile, my father was occupied in his office upstairs, and my mother was keeping an eye on us as we played. Suddenly, I heard the floorboards creaking from the upper floor, where my room is located. My mother looked at me and then glanced towards the stairs. It could have been my father or my brother, but I knew my brother had already left for his friend's house, and my father was preoccupied upstairs in his small office in their room. My mother suspected that it might be the Doctor. She let out a sigh and said, "Invite him to come down here." I made my way upstairs to my room, and there he was, sitting on my bed with his hands behind his head, leaning against the headboard. He was dressed in a brown blazer, a white button-up shirt with a bowtie, and black pants. I stood in front of him with my arms crossed, with a soft smile grazing my lips. "My mom said you can come downstairs. My dad thinks you're Lana's cousin anyways," I laughed. 

"Butterfly, what if we embark on another adventure?" he suggested, trying to persuade me to go with him once more.

 I nudged his legs to the side and sat beside him, resting my back against the headboard. "I would love to, but I want you to come downstairs and join us right now." Leaning over, I kissed his lips. He clicked his tongue and smiled, saying, "Okay, I'll come down." I stood up, took his hand, and we made our way downstairs. He's so fascinated by my son's extraordinary abilities, watching him stack blocks with his mind. Lana made a bad move, and all the blocks were tumbling down, my son used his ability to restack them. “Hey, that’s cheating,” I laughed and ruffled his hair playfully. My dad came down to get himself a cup of coffee, he noticed the Doctor. “Oh, Hi there Sean. Did you enjoy the dinner?”

“Yes, I did,” the Doctor said. Lana introduced him as her cousin earlier at the restaurant. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying your visit here in America. You should go check out the national parks, they are beautiful.” He gave him a nod, smiled, and went upstairs. Mom looked at the Doctor and me. “Awkward,” said Lana. My son looked at us, and he sensed that we were keeping a secret from his grandpa. “Mom, are you keeping a secret from grandpa?” he asked. I cleared my throat.

“No, it’s just that...,”

“It’s just that your grandpa needs to finish his work, and we should go to bed,” my mom interjected. I agreed.

 “Yep, it’s time to go to bed little man,” I said.

“Okay,” he whined. I took him upstairs; he brushed his teeth, and I tucked him in bed.

"Are you and the Doctor heading to bed as well?" my son asked, causing my cheeks to flush with embarrassment. I responded with a nervous chuckle, "Um, not just yet." After tucking him in, turning off the lights, and closing the door, the Tardis was cloaked from his sight. My son's keen perception and intelligence made me realize that he might soon figure out that the Doctor is his father. With a heavy sigh, I descended the stairs. "Cherise, I asked your mom if she wanted to join us for..." 

My mom interjected, "And I politely declined, at least for now." The tension in the room was palpable, hinting at underlying complexities in their relationship. "Lana, would you like to come along?" Lana's eyes widened as she

hesitated, glancing at me. "Perhaps the next time," she responded. 

"Well then, it looks like it's just you and me," he said with a soft smile directed at me. I had a feeling he had orchestrated it that way, but I didn't mind.

 "Alright, I'll come," I agreed. With my son fast asleep, we quietly slipped into the Tardis, not wanting to disturb him. I doubted he heard the Tardis vanish, but if he did, he probably knew I had gone on an adventure with the Doctor. "I'm going to show you something truly amazing," he promised. "Hmm, I wonder what that could be," I mused. The Tardis landed in the Jurassic period, though I didn't realize it at first. "We've made it," he declared.

"Where exactly have we ended up?" I asked.

"In the Jurassic era," he responded, radiating enthusiasm. I couldn't contain my excitement and erupted into applause, bouncing up and down like a child. His words left me in awe, as no one from my time had ever ventured into this period. Overwhelmed with joy, I hurried towards him and embraced him tightly, planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "I can't wait to explore everything," I exclaimed eagerly.

"Let's savor the moment," he suggested, holding my hand and giving me a flirtatious grin. He motioned towards the hallway leading to his room with his eyes. I playfully rolled my eyes and smiled back. "Alright," I responded with a scoff and a playful smirk. Effortlessly, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to his room. I was dressed in a gray tee shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. He tossed me onto his bed, and a playful giggle escaped my lips. He eagerly undressed, then started removing my clothes with fervor. My top and bra were discarded on the floor, followed by my sneakers and jeans. I lay on his bed, stretching my arms above my head, a soft smile playing on my lips. He began planting tender kisses on my inner thighs, removing my panties and leaving love bites on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair as he tantalized my clit with his tongue, causing me to moan in ecstasy as he pleasured me. This Doctor, although different, knew exactly how to satisfy my pussy, leaving me unable to imagine anyone else as skilled in the art of lovemaking. His tongue explored my wetness, while his three fingers relentlessly teased my clit. With a rhythmic motion, his fingers plunged into me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The orgasms intensified, each one surpassing the previous in intensity. He took control, pinning me down as his thick, pulsating member entered me. Our cries of pleasure filled the room as we climaxed together, our bodies trembling in unison. After our passionate encounter, we embraced, reveling in the warm afterglow of our intimate connection.

The distant, primal calls of dinosaurs added a mysterious and exotic element to our moment of intimacy. "Doctor, I can't wait to see some Dinos," I said, jokingly. 

He chuckled, “So soon? Don’t you want to lay here in deep cogitation, thinking about how wonderful it is to be with me and how much you missed me?” he said, playfully.

“Of course, I love spending these moments with you, always, but…,”

“But what?” he asked. He gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I do like the adventures you take me on,” I chortled and kissed his chest. “You know what I love?” he said, and once again we were in the throes of passion. Later, I used the bathroom and yes, the Tardis has a bathroom. The color scheme in the room is predominantly white, except for the black trash bin and corner shelf. Inside the bathroom, there are two mirrors - one above the toilet and the other by the twin sinks, which only has one facet. Additionally, there is a decent-sized tub in the bathroom. After finishing my business, I got dressed and returned to his room, only to find him still in the process of getting dressed. He takes pleasure in showing off his good-looking body, particularly to his companions with whom he has been intimate with, including me. Dressed in a white shirt, a brown pinstriped tweed jacket, black pants, and a maroon bowtie, he led me out of the Tardis, the sounds of the Jurassic period echoing around us. “Will we see any Dinos?” I asked.

He chuckled, "We might but hopefully without no velociraptors." I didn't find it amusing, knowing they were once dominant predators. Recalling the Jurassic Park movie, the idea of encountering the Jurassic era firsthand was unsettling. Walking along a dirt path, I brushed against the foliage, likely shaped by dinosaurs passing through. To my left, a few yards away, I noticed a mound that appeared to be dirt until a peculiar scent filled my nostrils. "Hey, Doctor," I gestured towards the mound. 

He chuckled, "Wow, that's a ton of shit there," he remarked, wrapping his arm around me and planting a kiss on my cheek. We continued our journey and eventually, we stumbled upon a less-traveled path. Following it, we reached a cliff that offered a breathtaking view of the valley. I was in complete awe, taking in the magnificent landscape with wide eyes. "This is the most incredible gift, Doctor," I exclaimed. We shared a kiss, and he held me tightly as we marveled at the stunning valley below. I took out my phone and snapped some pictures of the surroundings, taking a few selfies with the Doctor. "We should start heading back," he suggested. As we made our way towards the Tardis, we heard rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, we heard a clicking sound. A dinosaur emerged, peering at us curiously. A plant-eating dinosaur from Alberta, Albertadromeus, gazed at us with curiosity. The Doctor and I stood frozen, returning its stare. As it began to approach us, we suddenly heard another dinosaur nearby, its call reminiscent of the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park. "We're going to have to make a run for it," the Doctor exclaimed, grabbing my hand as we sprinted towards the Tardis. We could hear something chasing after us, and then we heard the Albertadromeus cry out in pain. "Oh no, it got caught," I remarked as we neared the Tardis. 

"Well, better it than us," he replied. The door to the Tardis burst open and we quickly rushed inside. My heart was pounding in my chest as the door closed behind us.  

"Phew, that was intense," I panted as I struggled to catch my breath. He approached me, pulled me into a hug, and planted a kiss on my lips. "So, did you enjoy your birthday surprise?" he asked with a smirk. I chuckled. We headed back to my house, returning no later than when we had left. However, my son was wide awake in his toddler bed, wearing a big smile. "Why are you still up?" I asked. "I heard the Tardis, then it disappeared, and now it's back," he explained. "Well, little man, it's time for you to go to sleep," the Doctor said, tousling his hair. I tucked my son back into bed. "Butterfly, I have to leave for now, but I'll be back tomorrow," he whispered, giving me a kiss before departing. The next morning, he was lying next to me.

I flashed a smile and inched closer to him. Noticing his white t-shirt, I made the decision to sneak a peek under the covers. To my surprise, he was wearing his boxers and socks. Glancing over at my son's toddler bed, I realized he wasn't there; he must have gone downstairs. Suddenly, I felt something leap onto my bed. Lifting my head, I spotted the black and white cat. "What the Hell," I murmured. The cat made its way towards my knees, prompting me to sit up and rub my eyes. Since the Doctor was still asleep, I made the choice to get out of bed, put on my socks, and slip into my pink robe. I settled back down on the bed and began petting the cat, which was purring contently. “What are you doing up here Salem?” Then I decided to head downstairs. My mom said, "Is the Doctor in your room?" She glanced at me while pouring some coffee in a mug. I nodded.

 "Here," she handed me a cup of coffee. "Take this to him and tell him that if he's interested in joining us for breakfast, he's welcome to come down. Your father has already left for work, so there's no need to come up with an excuse for the Doctor's early visit," she remarked, with a touch of sarcasm. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and let out a sigh in response. "Okay," I replied, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the Livingroom. As I passed by, I noticed my son engrossed in his cartoons and I stopped. "What are you watching?" I asked, curious about his choice of shows. He jumped up excitedly and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. Placing the mugs on the coffee table, I scooped him up in my arms. "I'm watching SpongeBob," he answered cheerfully before adding, "Mom, where did you go last night?" His innocent question caught me off guard. "We went to the Jurassic Period, so when I come back down, I’ll show you the pictures. You are going to love them.” I kissed his cheek and put him down. I picked up the mugs and went upstairs. The Doctor was awake. He sat up and started putting on his pants. “My mom wanted me to bring this to you and she wants to know if you want breakfast,” I said, giving him a kiss. I set the coffee mugs down on my computer desk and embraced him. “Will you come down?” I asked. He nodded. We got dressed and we went downstairs with our coffee mugs. The cat followed us. "Since when did you get a cat?" the Doctor asked. 

"Your son brought him home. Apparently, he loves to bring home strays." I chuckled. I showed my son the pictures I took when the Doctor and I went to the Jurassic period. After breakfast I took my son to the park. There was a woman that looked kind of familiar to me, she was staring at us from a distance. As I swung my son on the swings and the Doctor and I were engrossed in a conversation, she walked up to us. "What a beautiful day," she exclaimed. 

"Yeah, it really is," I responded, my eyes narrowing as I peered at her from behind my sunglasses. She had a similar accent to the Doctor's. "I have one just like him, he's out shopping with his dad for a gift for me." She glanced at the Doctor, grinned, then walked away. The Doctor and I exchanged a puzzled look and shrugged. After spending the day at the park, we headed home. Lana came by for a visit. The Doctor mentioned he needed to check something in the Tardis, so he stepped out for a while. The following day, I was at work while my son attended preschool. I made the decision to enroll him in preschool because he is a smart and sociable child who enjoys being around kids his age.

 He only attends for half a day, and either my mom, Lana, or I pick him up, depending on our schedules. When I finished work, I met the Doctor at the café. I quickly grabbed a bite to eat before we sat down at a table. "Butterfly, I have something important to discuss with you," he said with a serious tone. I felt a sense of unease creeping in as I asked, "What's going on?" Memories of the past resurfaced, when he had taken me to the beach and disappeared after. Concern filled my eyes as he held my hand. He was dressed in a casual light blue button-up shirt, a brown blazer jacket, and jeans, while I wore a brown blazer, a red silk blouse, and jeans. "I really enjoy being with you," he said with a smile, gently kissing my hand. Worried, I asked, "Is something bothering you?" He let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, it's nothing," he reassured me. Doubtful, I persisted, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he replied. He's not a fan of delivering bad news, and I really wish he had been more direct with me. Instead, he decided to postpone telling me about his departure until later. I decided to take a day off and asked my mom to look after my son since it was her day off too. I genuinely felt the need to have a conversation with the Doctor because I sensed that he was withholding something from me. So, the Doctor and I found ourselves sitting on a bench in the park. "Hey, I'm 21 now and I can't help but think back to the first time we crossed paths," I reflected. The doctor cut in with a teasing comment, "But you still find me attractive, right?" I couldn't help but let out a scoff and a chuckle. "Honestly, when you left, it really hurt. I never thought I'd let you back in if you ever came back." He looked at me with sincerity. "But I heard you out and I get it now. So, if there's something on your mind, just say it." He nodded in agreement. "Remember Amy Pond? I feel like I should go see how she's doing," he mentioned, moving closer to me. Selfishly, I asked, "Why?" 

He responded, "Cherise, she was the first person I encountered after my transformation. There's a bond between us, and I just have this gut feeling that I need to make sure she's alright."

"I really wish you saw my face first," I murmured, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over me. Tears welled up in my eyes as he gently kissed my forehead and enveloped me in a warm embrace. "I truly do love you; you hold a unique place in my heart," he paused, his words hanging in the air. "And besides, I have a son. I promise I will make time to come and see both of you whenever I can." Later that night, he showed up at my doorstep, and together we ventured into the Tardis, for one last moment of being together. Our flesh entwined; a blazing lust sparked between us as we succumbed to desire. Every kiss, each touch, and hug carried a bitter yet sweet fervor, for I knew his comeback was uncertain, and even if he did, he might be irreversibly transformed once again. From that instant, I realized it would be a substantial period before he blessed me with his presence again.

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Epilogue

Chapter 7

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

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