To Call Our Own (19-22 of 36)

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Chapter Nineteen:  Concatenation

Martha stepped into Donna’s hand and the older woman boosted her up to the window. “Do you see anything?”

“Yeah,” Martha muttered. “It’s Rose. She looks unconscious. And he’s with her.”

Donna helped Martha back down to the ground. “Okay, there’s an open window in the room next door. If I boost you up high enough you should be able to pull yourself in. From there, well, I guess you’ll have to improvise.”

Martha nodded, not letting fear even enter into her mind. That was her future husband’s life at stake in there. And it would absolutely kill the Doctor if he lost Rose. And there was no way on God’s green Earth, or in this case whatever deity was in charge of Kranamar’s slightly pink topsoil, that she was going to let that happen. She didn’t remember much of her future, didn’t even remember what her husband would look like, but she still knew who he was and remembered the joy from her one glimpse ahead.

They moved across the next window and Donna gave her a much stronger boost. Ever since that time on Deneb 8, when she’d been enhanced with a mind over matter enzyme, Donna could channel her strength much more powerfully when she put her mind to it. Martha was lucky she didn’t get tossed through the window.

She slowed her ascent and managed to swing her body around and wiggle into the house. She ended up falling nearly headfirst into the room and managed to change it into a somersault at the last moment, taking the hit with the back of her shoulder instead of the top of her head.

She got smoothly to her feet and glided across the room, pausing at the door to listen for sounds in the hallway. She heard nothing, counted to five to get her breathing under control and opened the door. It was the wrong door. In point of fact it was the closet. And it wasn’t empty.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Martha Jones.” So much for her breathing being under control. She’d just had the oxygen sucked right out of her lungs. The man blocking her path was young, very late teens or possibly maybe as old as twenty, and had a wild shock of blond hair, light brown eyes and Rose’s smile. And his cheekbones went on for days. Martha had a thing for cheekbones like that. Cheekbones like that, all they did was make her wonder how good he’d be with his tongue. Had she really just thought that?

He pushed her back into the room by the shoulders and closed the door behind him. “Frankly, neither am I. I’m not supposed to meet you yet. Add to that the fact that I’m already here twice…” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, making it stand up in such a way that it suddenly enhanced his innate sexuality so intensely it shot through her painfully.

‘Oh, for goodness sake, he’s a child,’ she told herself fiercely. ‘And you’re a twenty-five year old woman. Stop lusting.’

“Who…” Her voice shook and she had to start again. “Who are you?” She rather thought she knew from the way her heart was pounding and her body was reacting.

“Vandarian Tyler.”

She swallowed nervously, licking her lips. She noticed how his eyes darted to her mouth when she did that. “So we save you, then?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Problem is you’re already here. You from the future. With me from the future. You can’t be here twice. You’re in danger of creating a paradox. I’ve got to get you out of here.”

“Okay,” she said dumbly. She couldn’t help herself. She took a step closer to him. What was age, really, to a Time Lord? He was legal. Of that much she was sure. He held out his hand and she took it, electricity shooting through her as bare skin touched bare skin. She heard him gulp and turn so he didn’t have to meet her eyes. He pulled her across the room and opened the front of a china cabinet.

He pushed her inside and she was stunned to see the inside of a TARDIS control room. It was smaller than the Doctor’s TARDIS and whereas his TARDIS felt ancient and full of power, this TARDIS seemed to be as young as the boy at the helm, though both of them bristled with energy. He flipped a few switches and levers and they began to dematerialize.

He turned to her then with a jaunty smile that faded as he saw the intensity of her gaze on him. His eyes went dark as he took a few steps towards her and she met him halfway. “Oh, what the hell,” he said. “You won’t remember anyway.”

And nineteen-year-old Vandarian Tyler pulled Martha Jones into the kiss of a lifetime.



Donna frowned at the sound of the TARDIS and knew something had gone wrong. She looked up at the window Martha had gone through a few minutes before, then along the side of the house. About halfway down the side of the house there was an open window within stepping distance from a large tree with rather nicely placed branches.

She glanced around quickly than made a dash for the tree, counting footfalls along the way, and heaving herself up into it and out of sight. Carefully she edged forward, checking that no one was in the room before stepping across the empty space and sliding into the room. She edged across the open space, listened at the door and stepped out into the hallway.

Her luck was holding and she counted off footsteps until she found herself in front of the door she was pretty sure led into the room where Rose was. She pulled out a Denebian stunning wand, small enough to be concealed within her sleeve, but powerful enough to bring down a Teripsian frontabeast at 100 paces. She knew from personal experience, thanks to one Jack Harkness, that it would also bring down a randy immortal bent on seduction.

She stifled a grin, reached out for the door in front of her and turned the knob. Her heart raced as she opened the door but she found her luck had not run out yet. Rose was alone in the room, though still not conscious. And she was grossly pregnant compared to just a day ago. Donna swallowed her fear. Well, Rose was little despite the pregnancy and Donna was sturdy.

She reached down, felt the extra boost of strength hit her blood stream, heaved the Doctor’s wife over one shoulder and headed down the corridor. She returned to the room she had entered the house by. She knew with absolute certainty that she wouldn’t be able to drop Rose safely out the window, but at least she could find a hiding place in the house.

Walking over to a closet she opened the door and let Rose slide softly to the floor. Pushing the girl to one side she climbed in next to her and shut the door. She dragged the stunning wand out of her sleeve and set it so that the little light came on. If Rose woke up, she’d at least be able to see where she was and who she was with.



Harrington Conrad was in a rage. He’d left the unconscious woman on the procedure table for two minutes while he went to retrieve the needed tools for the process and when he’d returned she’d been gone. She must have woken up and slipped away. It wasn’t like she could have gotten far though. Not in her condition and not with the state her mind was in after that last forced progression of her pregnancy.

Well, she was going to pay for it. He’d planned on being kind, on using anesthetic to block her pain and the baby’s pain during the process. But now he was going to make them both suffer and he was going to make sure Rose knew the baby was in agony and that she was the reason for it.



“I’m sure I heard a TARDIS,” the Doctor said. “Felt one, too. Dare’s by the sound of it. But he shouldn’t be here.”

“He never told you he wouldn’t be, Doctor,” Jack said. They walked the hallway, the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver held out before them like a talisman.

“There’s residual Vortex energy in this room.” He felt the armlets on his upper arms tighten convulsively. “Rose is here.”

A sound from the closet caught his attention and then the door flew open. “Oh, thank goodness,” said Donna. “I’ve got Rose.”

“Donna Noble, I very much love you right now,” the Doctor said, moving her out of the way and reaching down to pick up his wife. “Let’s get out of here.”

They turned towards the door, only to find Harrington Conrad standing in their way, a gun centered directly on Rose’s abdomen. “If I can’t have them, no one will.” He fired.


Chapter Twenty:  Time Storm

Afterward, when the Doctor tried to think about it, it bent his mind sideways. Interesting, that. That he couldn’t even look full on at the memory. It shouldn’t have surprised him considering how it had affected him while it was happening. He still wasn’t sure if that was the effect of the Time Storm or simply the effect of having that many pregnant female Tyler descendants in one room. He almost laughed at that, vowing never to voice such a thought aloud.

He gathered his wife’s body tightly against him. If he was going to revive her, he’d have to do more than look at the memories sideways. He’d have to immerse himself in them. And so he did. He looked into the storm. And he fell.

…The blaster ray, a beautiful shade of green, had hit them full force. He hadn’t had time to activate the personal Tirawlian shield, didn’t even know if it would have been effective for two people. Yet, he didn’t feel pain and he knew he wasn’t dying. He had looked down at Rose, felt for her pulse. It was thready, but it was there. He felt nothing from her mind. Nothing from the baby’s mind. It was as if they stood outside of time.

As if the ray hitting them had been a signal he felt the time winds rush into the room. One by one three women emerged from a dimensional tear, and a fourth, one he recognized stood in it, her hands holding the rip open. That woman was a very pregnant, like ready to drop any day now, Martha Jones.

One of the women, and he felt as if he should know them all in their familiarity, the one who looked like Rose, moved to the far end of the room from the tear, and then a red-head and a brunette moved to opposing sides. And the brunette, oh, the brunette, was Cassi.  Arms were flung out and then stretched overhead.

“Cassiopeia,” the brunette yelled into the winds.

“Martha,” hollered the familiar voice.

“Andromeda,” from the little blond one.

“Kayleeinara,” screamed out the one with gorgeous ginger hair. Unfair, that. It was the exact shade he'd always wanted. He should be so lucky.

His attention snapped sharply back into place as he realized that he and Rose sat in the middle of this circle, the time winds not touching them. In fact, where they were everything was completely still.

Blue lightning seemed to pass from one woman’s hands to the next before it held in a ragged steady circle. The smell of ozone lingered in the room, the crackling of thunder ebbing and flowing. A golden glow emanated from the pregnant belly of each of them. The Doctor could feel the power rising between them and realized what they were doing. They were somehow channeling the power of their unborn children’s, no, daughters’, potential.

The golden light shot out from the four women like a cross with the Doctor and Rose at the junction. The blue lightening crashed together above their heads, raining down on them like a protective fire, not quite touching them. Red light formed above Rose’s abdomen, wrapping around the center of her body and then arching upwards towards the ceiling where it met with another surge of power from the women.

Rose lifted from his arms, rising, floating on her back above him. Her body was suffused in amber. “Now,” said the voice of his future daughter Cassiopeia. “To give what is owed.”

And violent jags of power shot from every woman in the room to encompass the body of Harrington Conrad. His wild expression clearly showed fear and then hatred and then shock. The Doctor watched mutely, unable to interfere even if he’d wanted to.

He could feel the time stream under him and feel space vibrate. A ghostly image of another Harrington Conrad appeared across the room only to disappear as it was sucked savagely into the solid one standing before him. Again and again this happened and he knew what they were doing. They were pulling the man from every possible reality, every parallel universe that existed and had a copy of him in it.

It seemed to go on forever, though he knew with his innate time sense that it had been no more than an hour. He could feel the women searching the fabric of all realities until they were satisfied they had all of him. When they were, a swirl of colored lights descended on him, no one shade dominating. They circled and pulled at him and the Doctor could hear screams and begging and desperation emanating from the center of it. The swirls turned back into jags and he knew the pain they were inflicting on the monster that had been the source of their rage.

With one last surge of power Harrington Conrad shattered into a million pieces of mind- and body-searing agony. He thought that would be end of it but the man suddenly reformed in front of him and shattered again. He heard the voices of the females, set in a chant, and realized what they were doing. He knew he should stop them, knew that what they did was beyond what anyone had ever done before, and that it was very, very wrong. But he looked up at the crumpled form of his wife, floating above him, reached for her mind and still couldn’t find it, and he refused to interfere.

The loop was set, strengthened like iron, woven intricately about the evil in the room. Again and again, the man reformed, his face set in the twisted horror of his pain. Again and again he shattered. Slowly the time winds picked up speed, the noise like the onrush of a train building to the point where he thought his ears would bleed. He watched as the women locked the monster into place within the shattered edges of the storm. He knew he’d never leave it. And it was clear his enemy knew that, too.

The man looked at him, his eyes begging for a mercy he had never had the intention of showing himself. The Doctor looked away. The time for mercy was long in his past. He would not ever offer it to this vile creature.

Harrington Conrad had wanted to live forever. In a way, he got his wish. He got to live forever. And die forever. Over and over, for the rest of eternity, stuck in an endless cycle of pain and fear and retribution.


Chapter Twenty-one:  Andromeda Rising

It had ended for most of them when the storm vanished. It would not end for the Doctor for a while yet. Jack knew this as he pressed to his feet, finally not being held in place against the wall where he’d been flung by the powerful winds of the Time Storm. He rushed to the Doctor’s side as the body of Rose was lowered gently into the other man’s arms. He sat on the floor, rocking gently to and fro with Rose’s unmoving body.

“I can’t feel her mind, Jack,” the Doctor said, his voice utterly broken. “I can’t feel his.” And his hand hovered over the swollen belly of his wife.

“Come on, now,” said the one who had called herself Andromeda, the tiny little blond girl who looked so much like Rose. “We need to take her out of here and put her to bed.”

The Doctor just stared dumbly ahead of him. “Let me,” said Jack. And he leaned over and picked up Rose. The Doctor let out a sound of protest, whimpering and frightened.

Andromeda held her hands out to him and he took them, allowing her to pull him to his feet. She wrapped an arm about his waist and followed Jack down the hall, guiding along the broken man. “There’s a bedroom just in there,” she said as Jack approached a door.

He nudged it open with his foot and carried Rose to the bed, gently setting her down on one side of it. Andromeda led the Doctor around to the other side and he collapsed next to Rose. Donna and Kaylee had followed them in.

“I know what to do from here,” Kaylee said. “Donna can help me.” She tilted her head in Jack’s direction and gave Andromeda a telling look.

Andromeda turned to Jack and said, “We need to talk.” Jack frowned, his gaze returning to the Doctor and Rose. “Now.” Her voice was firm and compelling and for some reason he followed her down the corridor several rooms until they were far from anyone else who was in the house.

She pushed him ahead of her, shut the door and watched him as he walked to the center of the room, hands on her hips, studying him. “What?” Jack asked, thoroughly confused.

She walked rapidly to him and before he knew what was happening he felt a firm right hook connecting to his jaw and he was flattened. He rose immediately, snapping back up onto his feet, his hands coming up in a defensive block and jab position. When he saw the look on her face, though and realized that she was no longer in an attack posture, he let his guard fall back down.

“What the hell was that for?” he ground out angrily.

“I--.” She broke off, swallowed hard and tried again. “I’m sorry.” Slowly she reached her hand up, touched his face gently. “I just...I’m sorry.” And the sorrow on her face was so strong that he found himself wanting to do anything in the world to take that look from her eyes.

“Hey, hey now,” he said softly. “Whatever it is--.”

She didn’t even give him time to think before she flew at him, pulling his head down to hers and fastening her mouth on his violently. He felt as if she were trying to claim his mind with that kiss and he was more than ready to give it to her as she laid all previous lovers to waste in that searing, soul-devouring moment.

He could barely think of all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this. He didn’t really know who she was, despite her resemblance to Rose and the familiar way she had handled the Doctor. She was young and pregnant and he had just seen what she could do to a man who got on her bad side, now punished for eternity. Plus, she’d decked him, so apparently he was on her bad side, too. And none of it mattered. None of it at all, as her tongue slid caressingly against his and he swore she was individually counting each and every tooth in his mouth.

If she kept this up much longer he was going to be completely gone, tearing at her clothes and making very good use of the couch across the room, or for that matter the coffee table or even the floor. Hell, even leaning her against the wall wouldn’t be a bad idea. All he’d have to do would be to angle her back just enough and he could overbalance her and--. She shoved him away from her as if she could sense what he was thinking and went and sat down on the sofa. “Not that I’m complaining,” Jack said trying to hide the fact that he was completely out of breath, “But who are you?”

She swore at him. Or maybe not precisely at him, for he recognized a few slights to his mother and his father and something about an uncle and a Retzn beast from Centrificus. He bit down hard on his lip as he realized that his amusement would probably not be appreciated or his approval welcome just yet, as she was still swearing a full minute later, magnificently, profusely, thoroughly and in ways that made him blush. It was hard to embarrass Captain Jack Harkness and she managed to do it in several different languages. Finally when she ran out of invective and he was none the wiser he said, “That’s all well and good sweetheart, but I still don’t have a clue who you are.”

“I’m Andromeda Suzette Harkness. I’m your wife.”

Jack stared at her, thunderstruck. “My wife?”

“Yep,” she said, popping the p just like the Doctor so often did. “And this,” she said, pointing to her stomach, “Is your daughter.”

“My…my daughter?” He stumbled to the couch, sitting down in his shock. She came and sat down next to him, not too closely but not that far away either.

“I…I think I’d remember that.”

“I’d of thought so, too,” she said, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “You don’t know how hard it’s been. Mum wanted to kill me when I ran off with you. Grandmum was the only one who understood it. She’d done the same with Granddad after all. ‘Course Mum didn’t come back married, knocked up and alone. And she wasn’t sixteen when she ran off either.”

“Sixteen? Sixteen!”

“Well, in all fairness you didn’t know I was just sixteen. Or maybe you didn’t want to know. I told you I was eighteen. I often wondered if that was why you left me alone to deal with all this. Because I lied,” she said, looking suddenly insecure.

“I left you alone?” There was shock in Jack’s voice. “I…how could I do that? I wouldn’t do that!”

“I wouldn’t have thought so if I hadn’t lived it through. It’s been well over twenty years since she was born and this is the first time that I’ve seen you in all that time,” Andromeda told him.

“Wait. Wait a minute. What do you mean it’s been over twenty years? You’re pregnant now!” Jack was starting to feel put upon or lied to or something. He looked in her eyes and the expression there calmed him back down.

“To summon the Time Storm, our bodies had to be at their strongest peak of power, when we were pregnant in an unbroken chain with our daughters,” she said matter-of-factly. “Mum, she’s the Doctor and Rose’s eldest daughter, came pregnant with me, I came pregnant with Kaylee, and Kaylee came pregnant with her first born. She’s the only one in her actual body and mind. My memories hold twenty-five years more than this body’s age.”

“So you’re their granddaughter.” Then his eyes widened remembering Martha’s prophecy when Rose had been infected, for lack of a better word, with the nanogenes that had altered her body enough so she could have children with the Doctor. “That granddaughter. My…my wife?”

“Yes.”

“But it can’t have happened in my time line yet,” Jack said, rubbing his jaw a little defensively.

“It has. You were younger then you are now. It was one of the first things I checked when Granddad gave me my TARDIS. I met you when I was sixteen and we were married not long after and by seventeen Kaylee was on the way. Then you vanished. We spent two years together, the best two years of my life and then you were just gone. You never came back.” Her voice had broken halfway through the last sentence and tears dripped down her face.

“Two…years?” Jack asked. She nodded. “Two years?” She nodded again. “Andromeda, I’ve got a hole in my head two years wide. I don’t remember anything from that time of my life. The time agency, they mind-wiped me and dumped me in some backwater. I never knew what they took or why!” He stared at her in horror. “And all this time, it was you. They took you!”


Chapter Twenty-two:  A Little More Conversation

Jack’s world felt as if it had completely been turned upside down. He was sick in his gut thinking that he’d had a life with this girl, a marriage, a baby on the way and someone had seen fit to snatch it away from him and worse, he thought as he looked into her eyes, away from her! He swallowed convulsively, trying to get the unaccustomed wave of emotion under control.

Andromeda’s eyes met his and he was relieved to see understanding and an overwhelming relief in those gorgeous light brown eyes. “I always hoped it was beyond your control,” she said, her voice breaking and tears welling up. “The man I knew, the man I love,” and he noticed she didn’t use the past tense loved, “I just couldn’t believe he, you, would do that to me. Despite the evidence to the contrary. You were better than that. We were better than that.”

He reached out tentatively for her hand, found it slipping into his without argument and marveled at how well it seemed to fit there, how familiar it felt to be holding it. “I’m sorry,” he said. He wasn’t sure he could handle hearing about his life with this woman right now, so instead he said, “Tell me about our daughter.”

Andromeda smiled. “Kaylee, you saw her, she was there in the room. Ginger hair just like your mum, sapphire eyes just like yours, and your dimples, too. My personality, though. Well, she’s more patient than I am, but mostly my personality. Though she’s got a reckless streak that is all yours.”

Jack laughed. “Are you telling me there’s no reckless streak in you when you’re related to the Doctor and Rose?”

“I used to have. That’s why I ran off with you in the first place. But then, well, it was just me and Kaylee. I was all she had. I learned not to be reckless. She needed me,” Andromeda said softly.

His expression turned wistful. “I wish I could have been there to see her grow up. To help you raise her.” His free hand balled into a fist and he struck his thigh lightly with it in frustration.

“It was hard. It was really hard. Mostly because I just couldn’t comprehend why you’d do such a thing. It wasn’t like you. You loved me desperately. In my less doubtful moments, I knew you did. But I was so young and I’d been such a fool. And Mum didn’t help matters. She was so furious with me when she found out what I’d done.” Andromeda sighed. “I think she would have killed you had she been able to get her hands on you. Think she still might try.”

“Good thing I can’t die then,” said Jack.

“What?”

“I can’t die. Something Rose did when she saved the universe. I’m immortal. I’ve died, oh, at least four hundred twenty-seven times now if I recall correctly. I just keep coming back.”

“You regenerate?”

“No. I keep the same sexy form you see before you. I age a bit, but not by much. Right now, I’m about two hundred years old,” he explained.

“So a lifetime with you really could be a lifetime with you,” she said. “We could--.” She trailed off. “Sorry. I can’t expect you to want to come back to me when you’ve got no memory of me.” She shook her head and let go of his hand, edging away from him on the sofa.

Jack looked at her for a long time, watching how she carefully closed down all the emotion she was feeling. Her eyes shuttered and her face went blank as she stared straight ahead of her. He was confused, sure, but it didn’t really matter because when he looked at her he felt something. He felt it all the way down inside that cold untouched part of him that he’d been battling against for decades.

It was more than just wanting her physically, though he did with a strength he’d never felt at any other point in his life. He wanted to share her bed but more than that he wanted to share her mind and have her in his. He wanted to share a life with this woman. He wanted her, every piece of her, from the shattered broken heart to the confident woman capable of knocking a guy flat if he deserved it.

“When this is sorted out,” Jack said, “When the timelines are returned to normal, come and find me.”

“Why?” Andromeda asked.

“Because I may not remember you, Andromeda, but I already want to.” She turned into him then and he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. “You touch a place in me no one ever has. I want to know you. I want to.”

She raised her face to his and he moved forward, catching her mouth with his, his lips moving gently against her, his tongue flicking out, asking permission for access that she easily granted. Before he knew what was happening she had his trouser suspenders off, his shirt unbuttoned, his pants unzipped and his own hands had managed to divest her of whatever was inconvenient to the merger of their two bodies.

Their coupling was fast, furious, almost violent in its ferocity. It was raw and passionate and lusty sex. They followed it with a more tender, much slower session that could definitely be described as lovemaking and not just blind heat. Either way, they’d managed to lose the rest of their clothing and the couch, the floor, the coffee table and the wall had indeed all been satisfactory surfaces.

When they were finished and lying happily in each other’s arms, Jack’s greatcoat pulled over them like a blanket as they realized that they hadn’t locked the door and anyone could walk in on them, Jack knew he’d never give this woman up. And he understood why his former self had been involved with her despite her age. It burned in him when she touched him. He’d had no choice in the matter now. He doubted he ever had.

The door opened and the brunette woman from the Time Storm came into the room. She stared at them for a long moment, anger building on her face. “Andromeda Suzette Tyler Harper Harkness!”

“Harper?” Jack whispered. “Please tell me Owen’s not your dad.”

“He’s not,” she whispered back. “He’s my grandfather.” She looked over at her mother. “Stop looking at me like I’m seventeen,” she told her mum. “I’m not even if I look it.”

“I should have known the minute trouble here showed up you’d be off shagging him like there’s no tomorrow,” Cassiopeia snapped.

“My choice, isn’t it then?” Andromeda shot back.

“He shattered your heart, Dromee,” she said gently. “Are you going to let him do it all over again?”

“Mum, I’m forty-two. I think I can make my own decisions.”

“You’ve always thought that. What happens when he leaves you high and dry?”

“I won’t,” said Jack.

“You’re track record says otherwise. Pardon me if I don’t believe you.”

“That’s enough, Mum! Is there a reason you came looking for me?” Andromeda wanted to know.

Cassiopeia fell silent, the fire dying from her eyes. “Yeah. It’s my mum. She hasn’t woken up. We need to find out what happened to her mind.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” said Andromeda, her own gaze softening. Cassiopeia nodded and without another word she left the room, the door slamming a little too hard behind her.

Ch. 23-26:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/75812.html


A/N:  The discoveries in chapter 21 and 22 are explored in Andromeda Rising, the story of the same name as chapter 21.  A further exploration of nineteen-year-old Dare's feelings about rescuing Martha are explored further in the one shot Dare to Discover which I will be posting next in my journal but not to Time and Chips as there is no Doctor/Rose in it.

Comments

[belladoragirl.livejournal.com]

He still wasn’t sure if that was the effect of the Time Storm or simply the effect of having that many pregnant female Tyler descendants in one room.

*snicker* Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. 'specially angry pregnant women!

Poor Jack, having his memories of his wife removed. Poor Doctor, he needs his Rose back.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Definitely. Yes, poor men. But it gets better, promise.

[kk-animation.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to let you know I'm an idiot. I was sitting here for about 3 minutes trying to figure out how Owen was her grandfather. *slaps forehead*
Now I'm going to go scurry off to read Andromeda Rising and Dare to Discover.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Andromeda's father and Cassi's husband is Daniel Harper, the son of Owen Harper and Diane Holmes (the woman from season one of Torchwood who Owen fell in love with and was a pilot who flew off into time and disappeared). There's been a lot of time travel in this family.

[kk-animation.livejournal.com]

Yeah, after those three minutes, it finally clicked in my head that that Cassi wasn't Dare's child but his sister... and therefore must have married Owen's son. I'm seriously slow today.

[fl-travelgirl.livejournal.com]

Trust me not the only one who could be slow. I almost got out a piece of paper to start drawing up a family tree! Thank goodness that amber jumped in to explain.

Have had a great time reading this story and trying to keep everything straight. Can't wait for the next installment.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Which reminds me, I probably ought to post the Time Eternal/Jack's Path Family Tree. I do have one made up.

[anepidemic.livejournal.com]

...so, I've finally started this one, and I'm really enjoying it. I have a question though, do you have a family tree anywhere? So far I'm keeping up, but I can see it getting more complicated and getting lost.

Thanks!

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Yeah, the family tree is here:

http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/81617.html