Miss Independant

My eyes opened the familiar hospital room. The beeping of my heart monitor was on my left, and a slight burning sensation in my right arm reminding me I had a needle in it.

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The Doctor kept his grip on my hand.

I nervously smiled, lifting my other hand to wave at him. “Hey.” I dragged out the word.

“Hey.” The Doctor said back, looking shocked.

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The Doctor brushed my sweat drenched hair off my forehead. I smiled at him, loving that he was here. I just missed him so much.

“I missed you too.” The Doctor murmured.

This statement made me scoff. I smiled at him. “You would have barely noticed I was gone.”

“I always notice when you’re gone.” The Doctor stressed, softly. My smile faded as I looked at the emotion on his face.

“It can’t have been long for you since the forest.” I pointed out weakly.

“I spent centuries away from you on Trenzalore.” The Doctor brushed more hair from my forehead. He was looking me in my eyes, showing me the truth in the blueness. “Every day I spent with you after that felt like seconds, and then you were gone.”

Words were stuck in my throat, unable to find any sort of response to any of what he just said. My eyes were starting to close as the exhaustion mixed with the drugs hit me.

The Doctor leaned over, kissing my forehead. I looked at him with a surprised expression, his revelation made me frown. He waited six hundred years, and I waited a decade. He was the Time Lord who waited.

“Get some sleep.” He ordered in a soft voice. He got up, walking over to the back wall. He leaned up against it. “I can wait for you to take a nap.”

I sighed, my eyelids getting heavy at surprising rate. “Was that...your...dad skills?” I yawned.

“That was my wife who came for me two hours after having twins.” The Doctor stressed, as if it was a stupid idea.

“You...came...for me in...in Berlin.” I struggled to say. “Stubborn alien.”

My eyes closed, and I faded off.

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The Doctor watched his wife’s eyes fluttered shut. He faintly smirked at her comment. He had been poisoned, and he still chased after his wife.

She was drenched in sweat, and looked exhausted. The Doctor didn’t know how she was able to travel after him. He was always surprised of the things his wife would do.

He walked to her side again, just looking down at her face. It had been ages since he saw one this young, but he could see differences between Terra and Morgan. Morgan had a slightly wider face, and was an inch taller. He wondered if she was the same personality wise.

The Doctor knew he had some time to spare, so he reached over to her medical file. He may not have been there, but he could look over her results. He could be like a proper doctor. That would be something to tell her when the missus woke up.

He didn’t want to believe it was her, not a bit. Then he actually listened to her, saw how she was around the chaos and himself. He remembered how she had done exactly as he imagined she would, back with his swearing psychic paper. The signs are all there, practically in bright lights.

The Doctor thought over the many times he had yelled at Meredith. She had always just let him rant, as Terra would do from time to time. Meredith, however, would never say he was wrong. Terra would have slapped him across the face.

Actually. No. She wouldn’t. Terra took whatever hate he gave her, because she thought she earned it. She was only violent when others insulted her, with the Doctor Terra soaked it up like a sponge. That was how it always was between them. Meredith fit that to a tee, if not more so.

The Doctor watched the heartbreak in her eyes when Missy showed him the necklace, when Meredith took off her perception filter to reveal it was her. The Doctor saw that almost betrayal in her now green eyes. She had thought he would only love her because she was Terra, and not because of who she really was. She had thought he would wreak himself with guilt over how she had been treated.

When married to Terra, you notice her tells.

The Doctor couldn’t give a flip. She was Terra, the only person he knew that was brash and insecure. Honest and a liar. Protective and violent. She walked that line, not caring if she ever crossed from one to the other as long as her loved ones were safe. She would give him hell when he doubted himself, but not expect the same in return.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she waited eight years just to be here again. He made no efforts to hide how he felt about Meredith, should she be brought up. So Terra knew what she was getting into, possibly a decade of hate and scorn by the man she loved most and she didn’t even hesitate.

Then he took her back to the TARDIS, and proved her wrong. The Doctor had properly kissed his wife, not giving her a chance to argue against it. He needed to have his wife again, to prove to her that he could never see her differently.

The Doctor barely had to encourage Terra to respond. It proved at least that she really had been waiting for eight years. Lord knows how bonkers he would get after eight days.

Then she had ended the kiss. Before the Doctor could start complaining, Terra handed him that photo. That mind boggling photo.

Her body soaked in sweat, her eyes showing just how tired she really was. Her black hair (which had always been her proudest feature) was frizzy and loose. She had a slightly dazed smile as she looked at the camera, but her arms were strong as they wrapped around her newborns. The Doctor thought she looked breathtaking.

Scott and Evelina Spencer. He rather like the sound of them. Spencer was a good name for the little Terra’s. The Doctor silently hoped they were more like their mother than their father.

The Doctor brought himself back to the present. He looked at his wife, seeing her resting soundly. He picked her up charts, which were foolishly left for any idiot to see. Well, that very idiot was going to.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital room, a certain purple eyed teenager was leaning back in her chair. She had been nervously (not that she would ever admit it) waiting for anyone to tell her anything about her sister.

It had been three hours since the twins had been born, and so far Morgan was still asleep. The new season of Doctor Who started in twenty minutes, and Darcy knew her sister enough to know that Morgan would be up long before that.

Darcy had tried to get into the room multiple times. She never wants to see her sister to that, but there was just something off inside of her. She wanted to be by her sister’s side when the Doctor couldn’t, or River Song.

Morgan and Darcy, that was all the little psychopath knew. Then Lilac showed up, putting a bit of a wrench in the dynamic. Then Darcy died...three times...after trying to kill Morgan. Then when she came back, her sister was a Princess with two daughters, dead changelings, and a horrible loss on her shoulders.

Then, they made Hannah. Their Hannah, who was technically her own cousin. Morgan actually looked at Darcy, Morgan talked with Darcy, Morgan let Darcy have a say in their daughter’s life.

Darcy had her sister back. It was good. They were the Anderson Sisters, and they raised hell everywhere they went. That was all Darcy really lived for these days, spending time with Morgan and her nieces.

That stupid Doctor had to ruin it. Morgan would drown herself in his world, in those actors, even in his clone! To make it worse, she already had kids with him! The baby, Blythe, and the clone, Max. Then Jane got involved, and some weird kid named Barnable.

Darcy wasn’t gonna lie, she felt neglected. She used to be all Morgan focused on, all the time no matter what. Now that Morgan was a mom, it hurt to just be the little sister.

When she met the Doctor, she was gonna give him the Anderson Seal Of Approval.

Darcy’s foot started to twitch in her nerves. She had already seen the babies, and was less than impressed. They looked like two potatoes, with different wrappings. Babies were weird. Weird, mushy little people.

Mrs. Spencer (Darcy refused to call her Mom or Morgan’s mom) told her that one day she would understand. That someday with Hannah she would understand. That was just it, thought, she did understand. Maybe she just wanted the mother of her child to help, instead of running off to meet her husband.

She had thought Hannah would bring the two of them together. Darcy even named Hannah after Morgan’s favorite aunt, thinking it would seal the deal. The kid looked so much like Darcy, it was nice. She acted like Morgan, which Darcy thought would make Morgan contribute back to their relationship.

Nothing made sense anymore, not to Darcy. She was done following the rules.

Darcy hopped up out of her seat, walking to Morgan’s room. She would be in there, waking up soon. Morgan would ask about her kids, and then beg to see the Doctor. The teenage psychopath grinned. Now that she thought about it, Morgan might just be playing a game on her phone.

Her purple eyes widened.

Her iPhone had a Netflix app.

“She wouldn’t.” Darcy grumbled. She blinked. “She would.”

She ran to the room, ignoring any calls should they come.

It took seconds for Darcy to reach the locked room. She pulled out her handmade pocket knife, choosing the lock pick she had installed on it.

The lock clicked. Darcy grabbed the doorknob, pushing it open praying not to see Morgan Away.

What she found was much more heartbreaking.

The Twelfth Doctor stood at her feet, a medical clipboard in his old hands. Darcy’s jaw dropped at the man, realizing her fears were right.

Morgan had left her behind...again.

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The Doctor looked at the new person with hints of anger. It changed to annoyance when he saw the new person’s purple eyes. Darcy Anderson, the annoying killer that Morgan shared genes with. She had black hair, and looked more like Morgan than before.

Darcy was a whiny brat in his eyes. She always tried making some wedge between the Doctor and Morgan. She was a child, nothing like the picture Morgan had painted for him and Rose.

“What are you doing in here?” The Doctor asked, annoyed at her already.

The girl closed her jaw, glaring at him. Oh, right, because he was afraid of the brat. “Says the guy who should be in his TARDIS.” She snapped.

“My wife wanted me here.” The Doctor took in the pride at the small pain in her purple eyes.

That pride vanished when he saw that evil glint in her eyes. “Then why weren’t you here for the past year?” She shot.

Oh, he was right. He hated Darcy Anderson.

Darcy grinned at that look in his eyes. That self doubt and hatred. He didn’t deserve her sister. He left her stranded in their world, with his bastard kids. Darcy and Morgan couldn’t go adventures when she was pregnant, and near the end Morgan couldn’t even walk much! That was all his fault, and he knew it.

Maybe this was it. This was the wedge that would give Morgan back to Darcy. She wanted her sister back, not the hollow woman who took her place.

The Doctor put Morgan’s chart back, satisfied by what he read. Those pudding brains did a decent job with her, and didn’t butcher a simple double birthing. He would actually like getting around to seeing those two.

“Why are you here? My wife needs to sleep.” The Doctor rubbed it in Darcy’s face. The girl looked a bit hurt at that, but hid it well. “She just had our twins.”

“Her twins.” Darcy spat.

How dare he call them his? The Doctor was never there when Morgan had morning sickness, he wasn’t there for any ultrasound, or the very birth. Granted, Darcy wasn’t there for a lot of them either, but she at least went once.

“Not after you abandoned her like that.” Darcy finished.

“Abandoned. That’s a big word. I’m surprised you could think straight long enough to sound it out.” The Doctor said.

Darcy ground her teeth, almost hearing the strain. He did not just call her stupid. Only Morgan ever could, and she never meant it. The Doctor was an asshole, what did Morgue see in him?

“Really? Calling me stupid? Is that the only insult you know?” Darcy said, remembering all the times Morgan had shown her the show. One guy was famous because the Doctor called him an idiot!

“No, I actually have a lot of things to call you. I just don’t think you’d know what they were.” The Doctor shot back.

The two glared at each other, waiting for the next shot. Both had Morgan’s best interest at heart, and both thought they were they only person who could care for her.

“Children.” A harsh tired voice cut through the tension.

The Doctor and Darcy looked to the hospital bed, seeing Morgan squinting a cold eye at them.

“Shut up.” She mumbled, but it somehow became a command. “Now.”

“Morgue-” Darcy began.

“Terra-”

“Out.” She barked. Her eyes closed, and she pressed herself deeper onto the bed. “I need to sleep, just for a few minutes. Can I have that, or are you two insisting on being children? Now leave.”

If Darcy had learned anything these past few months, it was that when Morgue wanted to be alone you better listen. The purple eyed teen walked out of the hospital room, head down.

“Finally.” The Doctor spoke. He looked to his wife. “Now, Ter-”

“I said both of you, Doctor.” Morgan cut him off, not even moving up from her position. “Out.”

The Doctor was surprised by her harsh tone. “I was trying to-”

“At least in the hallway, if you and Darcy kill each other the guards can stop you. Now get out of my room so I can get some fucking sleep!” Morgan growled.

The Doctor frowned. “Ter-”

“You’re the one who wanted me to nap.” She snapped. “Now, let me have that fucking nap or I will throw you out!”

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I looked over at Evelina. “What’s she saying?”

The Doctor turned to me, then back to the baby. “She wants her mother to hold her.” The Doctor didn’t move from his spot, though I knew what he wanted.

“Let her father hold her.” I suggested, smiling between them. The Doctor just gave me a look. “I mean it. Doctor, hold your daughter.”

He hesitated, as I had expected. He wrung his hands, looking at Evelina with slight fear.

“She won’t bite.” I assured. She gurgled. “She doesn’t even have teeth.”

“She says she wants her mother, and not the man who looks like her grandfather.” The Doctor clarified.

I snorted. “You don’t look like her grandfather.”

“She was talking about your grandfather.” The Doctor said.

I winced. He did sort of look like Poppy...I shook that thought out of my head. “Evelina Penelope Spencer, your father is going to hold you. Be kind.”

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“Nah. I’m already holding Scott.” I said.

The Doctor made a noise of disbelief. “You are not-” He turned to me with astonished blue eyes.

In a flash of amber magic, Scott was lying in my arms. The newborn slept on, completely unaware of the change of scenery.

I smiled innocently at the Doctor. “Hold Evie or I will kill you.” My tone was sweet, no hint of malice.

My husband understood that this was something I wouldn’t budge on. He leaned over Evelina’s bed, nervous.

I looked down at Scott’s peaceful face. He has his father’s blue eyes. My thumb brushed the light brown locks away from his eyes. My boy slept on.

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“What’s she saying now?” I looked up at the Time Lord.

The Doctor briefly looked in awe. It was replaced with a nonchalant grin. “She says the old man isn’t so bad.”

My brow quirked, only to have Evie whine. “I don’t think that’s what she said.” I laughed.

“You’re the Baby Whisperer.” The Doctor said. “You tell me.”

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