Doctor's POV

Melody and I had decided to stay where we were for the time being due to the Weeping Angels. I decided to get a job at the school that Melody was attending. Jack had said that we were trying to just scrape a living, which ended up with him getting a bloody nose (Melody whole-heartily denies smashing his face into the TARDIS console, but I was there. There's no way an illusion could look like Melody had grabbed the back of Jack's head and slammed it into the console when she didn't. Besides, Jack wasn't stupid enough to bend his own neck to hit his face really hard. Just saying). 

Anyways, it had only been a week and I had already lost count of the injuries Melody had sustained:

Face-planted (surprisingly, not in the TARDIS, either. She tripped on her shoelace)

Got hit in the face with a basketball (five minutes after face-planting)

Caught her fingers in her locker (which took me and the nurse to pry it off her fingers while Melody somehow kept from howling)

Walked into a door (the nurse's after she slammed her fingers in her locker)

Tray "accidentally" smashed in her face (she hid in the bathroom after this. I guess I would if I had their pizza smashed in my face. Of course, the person who smashed in her face was none other than the bully of the school, who seemed to have a special place in his heart for Melody and I)

But other than bullies, and the fact she had biology instead of physics, Melody loved school. She would come back to the TARDIS and talk about she learned this, what they were doing next class, her injuries received that day, who said this, who said that, blah blah blah, until Jack told her to be quiet. Then she gave him the dirtiest of looks she could muster (and believe me, the looks she could muster could make lions cower in fear). But Jack seemed immuned to her looks, or else oblivous to the fact that they were supposed to be mean. He also seemed to ignore the fact she hated nicknames, which he thought of all the time.

Or at least, until Melody bit him.

That night Melody was having a gourment meal of Hot Pockets when Jack ruffled her hair and called her "Mells Bells".

That did it. Melody did not like people touching her hair, and doing that and calling her nicknames-especially one as idiotic like that-so she twisted around in her seat and the next thing I knew, Jack pulled his hand away with tears in his eyes. "She bit me!"

I said, "Oh yeah. Watch the teeth. They're like cat's. Well, actually, techincally, they are."

He glared at me. "She bit me!"

"I saw that. I've been bitten so many times by her-especially when she was teething, it's horrible when were cats teeth-that sometimes you just get used to it." I shrugged. Meanwhile, Melody returned to her meal, proud of what she had done. Jack threw me another dirty look and threw himself into a chair. After a while, he said, "I can't believe you're letting her get away with this."

"She's got reflex, that's all," I explained. "It's the were cat in her. Touch her, and she bites. I found that out the hard way."

A silence followed, which was only broken when Melody bit into a hot spot in her Hot Pocket. "Hot! Hot!"

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"I'm ready, Dad!" called Melody. The school was far enough away we had to borrow Jack's car. I would let him drive her to school, but I had to go, and besides, Jack avoided being in the same room as her, so being in the same car as her for twenty minutes would be hell. For him.

Melody was dressed in flats, jeans, a black shirt saying, Warning: Allergic to normal people, and had her hair did in two braids. I always wonder how she always did her hair without help. Over her shirt, she wore a hoodie. It was November, and cold outside. I told her, "Melody, at least grab a jacket to wear over the hoodie. It's freezing out there." She grumbled but followed my orders. We climbed into Jack's car, and we were off.

Melody's POV

The day went like every other day: hang out in Dad's classroom, scribbled MELODY WAS HERE on the whiteboard, get kicked out of the classroom by Dad, head to all my classes, get tormented by the bully, wait for the last bell to ring, then head back to Dad's classroom and doodle on the board more.

"Melody, my markers are going to run out of ink," warned Dad. I looked from my drawing of my crappy unicorn to him. "Just this last drawing."

"Melody, that looks like a sausage with legs and a head with another sausage sticking out."

I rolled my eyes and added the tail. Then I stepped away. "Ta-da!" I sang.

"Oh, great, now the sausage has a.... tail," muttered Dad. He stood up. "Melody, can you please erase your sausage link before you leave?"

"I see no sausage link, Dad," I said. "Are you hallucinating again?"

"You know what I mean- what do you mean, again?" he growled. I smiled and grabbed two erasers. While erasing the unicorn, I only dropped one.

The way back was dark. It had rained earlier, so the roads were icy, but the good news was we were the only one the road. Our headlights flickered off, and when they came back on, this is what we saw:

A Weeping Angel was standing there, arms outstretched, mouth stretched wide, showing pointy teeth. Dad swerved right to avoid a collision, but we hit black ice and we spun in a complete circle before the car slammed into a tree. I was in the back, so I didn't get hurt, but poor Dad was hit full in the face with the airbag. Once I recovered-and stopped hyperventilating- I said, "Dad, are you okay?"

His voice was muffled by the airbag, which his face was still buried into. "I'm fine. I can't move due to this stupid airbag, though."

I climbed out and pulled open the door for Dad. He slid out, cracked his knuckles, and looked at the damage. "Oh, well.

"Dad, that was our ride home," I said.

"What about walking?"

We lefted the car and headed down the empty road. I asked Dad, "How much longer would've been the ride had we not crashed?"

He said, "It would've been over by now." Then he looked at me. "Oh, about five minutes. It won't take us long. Not long at all."