"Goodbye, you two. I'll be seeing you around someday, no matter how long it takes." she said fondly, watching them exit. "Oh, to hell with the last hurrah. Let's keep going." she whipped her head around to the Doctor as the doors closed. "That's a big change of heart." the Doctor said warily. "Yeah, they happen." Alison chuckled. "Seriously?" the Doctor said hopefully. "Look, as long as you get me home safe and on time, everything is great. I am so sorry. I've had a wobble. It's a big wobble, but it's fine. Forget about it. Now, shut up and give me some planets." Alison ordered. "Alison, are you sure about this?" the Doctor said. "Are you? Have you ever been sure?" she asked. "No." he admitted. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go." she grinned, and they flew off.
A year or so later….
"Push Alison, push! You can do it!" the Doctor soothed from the other end of the room, as sweat beaded Alison's forehead. She threw a book at him in anger. "Not help-ah!" she screeched, her breathing faster than normal. "My dear Mrs. Cheney, you are crushing my hand. If you could relax your grip somewhat?" the Master said. "Shut up, you're a robot, and you're also not pushing a human being out of your body." Alison hissed. "Don't you have some buzzing, beeping thing to make it stay in until I'm ready?" she whined. "As it so happens, I'm all out of buzzing, beeping things at the moment. Relax." the Doctor said, looking away in case another book so readily available on Alison's nightstand was thrown. "Nearly out, Alison, just a few more pushes and you'll be a mother." Joe said, with the sudden, terrifying realization that this meant he'd be a father.
A few minutes of loud screaming from Alison, then from her newborn, and everyone was tired but overjoyed. "Congratulations, my dear. Now, if you'll excuse me from this eventful moment, I'll be needing to fix the dents on my knuckles that you so kindly placed there." the Master shook out his hand. He walked over to the Doctor, noting that he should be rather careful of her strong grip in the future, and walked out. Either her strength was inhuman, or his internal structure needed some repair work.
"I'm calling her Oswald. Oswald Carmen. Oswald Carmen Cheney-Latham." Alison decided. "Oswald, weird name for a girl." the Doctor noted. Another book was thrown, and apologies were hurriedly rushed out. "It's perfect, Alison. Simply perfect." Joe said fondly.
Eight years later…
"He didn't bring us to Freedom Festival, he brought us to Freedom Day." Alison realized with horror. Soon enough, the fighting broke out. Alison had accidentally found herself in charge of an entire clan of the natives whose planet was caught in the crosshairs of the worst war in centuries. The Alreesh, they were called. The only benefit of this was that… well, there were no benefits. They could die, and it was all from a major miscalculation on the Doctor's part.
"I can teach you all kinds of things, if you want." Joe said to the boy, about ten years old. He was slender with bronze skin and similarly colored fur, short and soft, black dots speckled his cheeks, his hair a shoulder length mess of dark curls, and bright golden eyes that stared with nervous anticipation. Most of all Joe noticed his teeth—two small, fangs that would most likely grow bigger as he aged. He'd heard the Doctor speak of people who were similar to cats but this child reminded him more of something of a lion cub. Da'in-Nuek Nista frowned, not sure if the man was lying or not. "Could I learn to talk to machines?" he asked, flicking his chin towards where the Doctor and Aliso were working. "Yeah, i-if you wanted that." Joe replied. "And to see words?" Da'in asked. Joe chuckled. "Reading? Yeah, I can teach that. I can teach how to write too. Uh, that means drawing the words." Joe explained, desparetly hoping the distress signal would be sent out soon. "Why would you teach me to do those things?" Da'in asked. "Because you want to learn," Joe answered easily and without thought. "And trust me, I've got plenty of time." he laughed, and suddenly, the boy seemed much less tense.
"I'm sorry." Alison said. She then made one of the most life changing decisions of her life. "I'm your mother now, okay? And guess what? You've got a sister. She's not here now, but you'll love her. She's a little younger than you, so you'll have to be a good big brother, okay?" Alison asked. Well, two years wasn't a huge age difference, but still.
Six years later….
Da'in had grown older, sixteen now, as had Ozzie, fourteen. He now has shed his "Baby Fur" and had grown a new, thicker coat. His muscles were finely toned, fangs had become thicker and longer, extending past his lower lip and halfway down his chin, and he had gotten much taller. He wore something called a 'perception filter' to help him fit in most of the time, but he now knew that Earth humans didn't take not-humans very well. They had moved to a town called 'Ealing' and met a woman called Sarah Jane. She was like an aunt to them, in a way, ever since they had moved in. She had a son called Luke, and they had made friends with another boy named Clyde and a girl named Lily. The family was happy. Da'in and Oswald together as siblings, and with their new friends, had saved the world, kept it safe from aliens. When they first met Sarah Jane, she had seemed like an ordinary eoman, but she was actually an investigative journalist and a former companion to the Doctor, the mystery man that would always show up in his magical box and shown his mother the stars, then father, then sister and he himself. And now his father, sister, and his mother, as well as Da'in, and the Doctor, might die.
The TARDIS had somehow landed herself in a field once everyone was onboard, despite nobody to pilot. The robot, the Master, was long gone at that point. But they were facing bigger problems. "Alison, stay with me, hold on." Joe said. Oswald stared outside. "I can hear people. This place seems like a camp. Why would the ship bring us to a bloody summer camp?" she said desperately. "Will. Nico. Oh God…." Alison mumbled, losing consciousness. "Doctor!" Da'in said as the man in question came around. He sat up, and pulled the knife out of his leg. A knife that everyone has seemingly failed to notice during their escape from that planet of blood and fire. "Wait, you'll lose more blood that way-" Oswald protested, but the Doctor cut her off. "Well, it'll kill me slower than the poison on the blade, so I'm willing to risk it." he groaned, attempting to stand up. "Got to find some friends-gah. Help me up, will you?" he asked. Oswald hesitated, then helped him stand up, and walked out of the TARDIS. Her own wounds were rather unfortunate, but they weren't nearly as bad as the other's. She hoped that these friends could help her and her family out, and soon. "They did mention they never wanted to see me again, but it seems I don't have a much better option." he gave a wry, weak smile.
