For a moment her eyes darkened and dropped back down to the table. Whenever she met a new companion, or in Charlotte’s case, even closer than a companion, she couldn’t help but succumb to the jealousy. “Oh.” she breathed, before forcing herself to look back up. Having a… half-sister couldn’t be the worst thing. “He’s my dad too.”
Charlotte acknowledged the connection with a half nod. “Yeah,” She said finally, reaching out mentally. “I can sense that, the timelord part of you. As to the Doctor, well… Dad isn’t quite the word I’d use,” She said with just a hint of bitterness. “Oh, look! Now I need a drink,” She said after a moment, a light chuckle following.
“Me too. That’s sort of why I came in here, I felt a weird connection, so I guess it was you.” She smiled pleasantly, elbows perching on the bar as she watched Charlotte curiously. “What do you mean? I positively hate him, by the way. Did he leave you behind as well?”
Charlotte nodded hesitantly after a moment. “I don’t hate him - don’t think I could, really, but if I saw him again? Might not be particularly kind. Both of my parents disappeared when I was ten years old, and I never saw them again,” She smiled after a moment. “But I turned out alright. I’ve got my own TARDIS and everything - though, really, that was more by chance than anything else,”
Dana nodded slowly, only partly in understanding. She hadn’t seen her father until she was eighteen, but it hadn’t bothered her much, she’d always had her mum. Well, adoptive mum. “Who did they leave you with?” she asked, at the mention of another TARDIS raising an eyebrow. “I thought they were all destroyed? How did you manage that?” Kasta tried to quell the rising jealousy, she didn’t have anything like that, only the watch and her own sonic probe, both of which she’d made herself.
“Ever been to the Wolf 359 System?”
“Can’t say I have. What is it?”
“It’s a dwarf star system, fourth closest to the Solar System. One of the planets is carbon-based.”
“That sounds like fun. What kind of life is there?”
For a moment her eyes darkened and dropped back down to the table. Whenever she met a new companion, or in Charlotte’s case, even closer than a companion, she couldn’t help but succumb to the jealousy. “Oh.” she breathed, before forcing herself to look back up. Having a… half-sister couldn’t be the worst thing. “He’s my dad too.”
Charlotte acknowledged the connection with a half nod. “Yeah,” She said finally, reaching out mentally. “I can sense that, the timelord part of you. As to the Doctor, well… Dad isn’t quite the word I’d use,” She said with just a hint of bitterness. “Oh, look! Now I need a drink,” She said after a moment, a light chuckle following.
“Me too. That’s sort of why I came in here, I felt a weird connection, so I guess it was you.” She smiled pleasantly, elbows perching on the bar as she watched Charlotte curiously. “What do you mean? I positively hate him, by the way. Did he leave you behind as well?”
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“Good morning. Is there any particular reason you’re on my property?”
“Oh, um, hello. I suppose if I say I was following an alien you wouldn’t believe me.”
“It depends entirely on who or what this alien is.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Bit of experience, have you? It was a Graske.”
Obediently (for once) she did sit, staring almost in horror at the woman behind the bar. Thousands of questions were whirring through her head. Tyler? She’d heard that name before. And the green button flashing at the base of her watch. She’d included that detail while she’d been on the hunt for her father. Whenever it flashed, it showed a Time Lord (or even half of one) was nearby. Very quietly, she muttered, “Is your dad, uh, the Doctor?”
Charlottes eyes widened in surprise; she looked at the girl a little more closely. She was unsure of how to answer - admitting that she was, in fact, the Doctors daughter had gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. When she’d seen the scanner, she’d assumed the woman was Torchwood - possibly a new recruit, judging by her reaction about the general public knowing about aliens - but now she wasn’t so sure. “Yes,” She said aloud, after a moment, studying the woman for any signs that she should run.
For a moment her eyes darkened and dropped back down to the table. Whenever she met a new companion, or in Charlotte’s case, even closer than a companion, she couldn’t help but succumb to the jealousy. “Oh.” she breathed, before forcing herself to look back up. Having a… half-sister couldn’t be the worst thing. “He’s my dad too.”
“The name’s Amy Pond — now, what do you want?”
“I know who you are. My mum told me you travel with my dad. Travel, travelled, I don’t know. I like meeting the companions. Kasta Smith.”
“Oh Lordy, another one who thinks the Doctor’s their dad? In your dreams, kid — nobody would want to do that, with him.”
“Oh, Amelia, if my information is correct, even you did once. I’m perfectly sure he is my father, not that I’m very happy about that fact.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adored the Doctor — I still do, at that. But, you know, there are rather a lot of people who think they’re related to him.” Amy explained, pausing for a moment, a frown shadowing her features. “Sorry, did you call me —… No, no. Amelia Pond is gone.”
She gave a small huff, evidently set on proving herself. “And can they…” she began, biting very forcibly into the side of her hand, drawing blood, and then opening the palm for the whole of the arm to be surrounded in yellow light. “Do that? And what do you mean… gone? I’m looking right at you.”
i don’t even remember how i found the people i follow or how this became my blog or how i found this site what is this
It had been a long day, Dana and Luke had investigated a break in (which turned out to be nothing to do with aliens at all, just a man with a funny-looking shadow) and she was exhausted. Nevertheless, the day had been stressful, and with her younger…
“Oh, I dunno about that,” Charlotte replied teasingly. “I am a bartender - I’ve heard all sorts of things. And we live in London,” She pointed out. “Bit of a hotspot for alien activity and such, particularly the past few years.”
Now her head snapped up. “Aliens? How do you know about aliens?” Strangely. even though most of the Earth’s encounters with extraterrestrials recently had been quite well televised, the gang at Bannerman Road liked to think most humans were rather ignorant about them.
Charlotte smiled, now a little curious about her customer. True, while most humans preferred to ignore the existence of aliens - they weren’t ready yet - it shouldn’t evoke this reaction. This girl knew more than your average human. “Well, there was that spaceship that took out Big Ben and all,” She teased, and decided to run a little test. “And,” She whispered more lowly. “Two of those blokes over there are aliens,” Charlotte subtly gestured to the men at the door; two of them had a second eyelid.
Kasta smirked slightly in remembrance, she’d figured that would be the one remembered most. At the woman’s second line though, she jumped up, hastily inputting instructions into her watch. “How long have they been in here?” The she span back around, finger accusingly pointed to her. “What is this, an alien-friendly bar? Are you an alien?” Instead she scanned her, face draining color at the readings she got.
“They came in shortly after you did, not usually, and yes,” Charlotte replied, leaning back as the woman went into a frenzy. “But your scanner will have told you that already. My name is Charlotte. Charlotte Tyler,” She introduced herself. “And I would suggest you sit back down before you draw unwanted attention from those two - they’re not particularly dangerous, unless provoked.”
Obediently (for once) she did sit, staring almost in horror at the woman behind the bar. Thousands of questions were whirring through her head. Tyler? She’d heard that name before. And the green button flashing at the base of her watch. She’d included that detail while she’d been on the hunt for her father. Whenever it flashed, it showed a Time Lord (or even half of one) was nearby. Very quietly, she muttered, “Is your dad, uh, the Doctor?”
It had been a long day, Dana and Luke had investigated a break in (which turned out to be nothing to do with aliens at all, just a man with a funny-looking shadow) and she was exhausted. Nevertheless, the day had been stressful, and with her younger…
“Oh, I dunno about that,” Charlotte replied teasingly. “I am a bartender - I’ve heard all sorts of things. And we live in London,” She pointed out. “Bit of a hotspot for alien activity and such, particularly the past few years.”
Now her head snapped up. “Aliens? How do you know about aliens?” Strangely. even though most of the Earth’s encounters with extraterrestrials recently had been quite well televised, the gang at Bannerman Road liked to think most humans were rather ignorant about them.
Charlotte smiled, now a little curious about her customer. True, while most humans preferred to ignore the existence of aliens - they weren’t ready yet - it shouldn’t evoke this reaction. This girl knew more than your average human. “Well, there was that spaceship that took out Big Ben and all,” She teased, and decided to run a little test. “And,” She whispered more lowly. “Two of those blokes over there are aliens,” Charlotte subtly gestured to the men at the door; two of them had a second eyelid.
Kasta smirked slightly in remembrance, she’d figured that would be the one remembered most. At the woman’s second line though, she jumped up, hastily inputting instructions into her watch. “How long have they been in here?” The she span back around, finger accusingly pointed to her. “What is this, an alien-friendly bar? Are you an alien?” Instead she scanned her, face draining color at the readings she got.
