(A/N: I was reviewing my last chapter, and I am sooo sorry you guys, it was SUPER short I am sooo sorry, I'm going to make it up to you by making this one long, so sorry, hope this can make it up to you, bye bye my little proxies and enjoy reading!)

"See Greg! I told it was real!" Fern said to the man.

"Greg. . ." Chris muttered to his husband, still looking around.

"Fern, I'm so sorry." Greg said, he hugged Fern tightly. "I know how hard it was, I am so sorry. . ." Fern hugged him back.

"It's alright. . .just as long as I'm right and you're wrong." Greg chuckled deeply, the sound riveting in his chest.

Eric was looking around, walking here and there to get a better view of everything. Chris was still shocked.

"So, uh, I have something to ask you three, and it's very important." The Doctor said. Eric came back to the front of the T.A.R.D.I.S. where everyone was gathered. Fern had let go of Chris and was holding onto Rose.

"Now that you're all gathered, here's what I want to say. Can Fern come back with us?" The Doctor asked.

"Whoa, wait, what?" Eric said, caught off guard.

"Weeeell, I'd like to take Fern back. But, not fully back. To explain it, Rose and I will take Fern on a couple adventures and then we can get her back before you even miss her!"

"What?!" Greg and Chris exclaimed, they were now concerned in the matter.

"No, it'll be nothing big! Just a pop-in with King Henry, maybe visit New New New New New New York, might have tea with the Whendilorugers of Terranita. No monster or alien fighting, nothing, just good ol' fashion fun."

"Monsters?! You fight aliens and monsters?!" Greg exclaimed.

"I told you that before Greg!" Fern huffed.

"Fern, you're not going big adventures like this." Chris said.

"I can get you a trip, to the Moulin Rouge." Fern negotiated. Chris thought about it for a moment.

"Can you get me inside, to see the dancers?"

The Doctor, catching on, joined in.

"Oh yes, I can get you in. Do you want to be a dancer, or to just talk to them?"

"Please, imagine this legs kicking their way down the hall. Not a pretty sight. I'd really like to talk to them though."

"You can't seriously be negotiating this!" Eric said.

"Eric, hush, daddy's negotiating."

"Chris!" Greg exclaimed.

"Oh please! You know it's been my dream to go to the Moulin Rouge in it's brightest days!" Chris said going to to Greg.

"Chris,"

"Please?" Chris was begging, Fern standing beside him, both giving Greg puppy dog eyes. After a few moments of Greg switching his gaze between his adopted daughter and his husband he finally sighed and gave up.

"Fine. . .fine! You can go."

"Greg, you can't be serious?!"

"Eric, why are you so against this?" Fern asked.

"I would rather not have my little sister go out there in space and different times, and maybe die!"

"I/She won't die!" The Doctor, Rose, and Fern said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I've faced probably every alien out there, peaceful and not, and I know how to take care of myself, and others." The Doctor said getting toe to toe with Eric. He was taller than Eric, but only by a couple inches.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Eric asked.

"Because I'm the Doctor, I've protected planets and have saved this world other a hundred times now. I've protected Fern with my life and I've lost her, and I'm not letting it happen again." Eric eyed the tall alien that was the Doctor, and kept his steely gaze.

"Fine, but if anything, anything happens to my little sister, there will be hell to pay."

"Good, because that won't happen."

"Alright, well, since that's settled, can we go to the Moulin Rouge now?" Fern asked.

"Right well!" The Doctor's protective and intimidating demeanor vanished and was replaced with his usual self. "Let's figure out who all is going. Fern, Rose, myself, Chris~"

"I'm staying, I don't think I'm ready for this." Greg said.

"I'll be staying too, but remember Doctor, hell-to-pay." Eric said. Fern hugged Eric around the neck.

"Thank you." She whispered in his ear. She pulled away and hugged Greg.

"Bye." Greg said, hugging Chris tightly before stepping out of the T.A.R.D.I.S. along with Eric. Greg had an arm around Eric's shoulders and they watched the blue box made a grinding/groaning noise, and slowly fading away.

"I hope we made the right decision on this." Greg said to Eric.

"So do I. . ."