"I don't think this is a very good idea!" the Doctor cried out as Brook yanked him through the front doors of the TARDIS.

"Have some faith!" the curly haired girl laughed in response. "I know what I'm doing, trust me. Besides, if everything starts going to Hell, you can just push me out of the way and save your precious blue box yourself."

She slammed the doors shut and then leaned against them, holding her arms out as if she were trying to hug the walls behind her. Her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments of bliss, but then they popped open again to absorb all of the detail around her.

"I haven't been in here for what feels like years," Brook breathed. "I mean, I was in it about a year ago, right after I got engaged...but I don't know. I've missed her so much."

The Doctor nodded slightly. If he could sympathesize with anything that Brook said, it was what came out of her mouth regarding the TARDIS.

"I swear, it's like I'm home!" she said, giving out a laugh. "A home that I've hardly been in compared to my other home, but still home."

"I can honestly say I get that," the Doctor joked. He was about to say more, but Brook had already whizzed straight past him to the TARDIS controls. Within a few moments, the engines of the time machine activated and the Time Lord could tell they were in flight. He was worried that everything was going to be a shaky mess, but everything turned to be solid. Cautiously, he decided to start questioning her.

"Here's what I don't understand," the Doctor began. "How is it possible that I have a twenty six year old daughter that I know nothing about who is about to get married the first time I meet her?"

"The same way you and Mum are moving in opposite directions," Brook sighed. "Different timelines. The TARDIS brings you here every now and then. I guess this time is technically just the first in yours."

"Which means I'll be seeing a lot more of you in the future, then," the Doctor said, putting on a slight smile. 

"I wouldn't say a lot," Brook replied. "But as for future, yes. I know future you rather well. Clara, as well.  Oh, Clara is a fun one." Her face, which had gone dark as she talked about her past and the Doctor's future, began to brighten up again. She continued to pilot, humming a strange melody-free song. 

"The TARDIS is magic," Brook murmured. "I mean, is there really any other way to describe it?"

"I could think of a few," the Doctor countered, crossing his arms and leaning against the side railings of the time machine. "I could think of quite a few."

"Of course," Brook replied, shaking her head. "I should have known you would have all of the answers. Only several thousand years old. My Daddy," she laughed. "Maybe I should have said that a different way. I think it's the most fitting way to describe the TARDIS."

"What else do you think could describe it?" the Doctor asked, stepping forwards.

"Phenomenal. Orphic. Astonishing. Enchanting. Alluring. Ensorcelling. Mesmerizing. Miraculous."

"That's a lot," the Doctor said. With how surprised he was, he couldn't formulate a deeper sentence. But Brook looked very pleased with this reaction. "How do you know all of those words off of the top of your head?"

"If you read the dictionary over and over again for years you would know it all too," Brook sighed. "I learn  words and definitions and sometimes they end up sticking. Most of the time they just fade away...but I keep tabs on my favorite words. Then of course, there's things that somehow seem to be kept in my head even though I didn't realize I was storing them away."

The TARDIS was enveloped in silence for a few more moments, the only noises coming from the machinery and the clicks of the controls.

"No," the Doctor said, stepping forwards subconsciously. It was his instinct to jump in and pilot the TARDIS, and it was making him quite fidgety to just stand there and do nothing. As Brook spotted him moving towards the controls, she squinted her eyes in a glare.

"I don't think so, Daddy!" she exclaimed, moving in front of the area of the TARDIS console he was aiming for. "I'm doing just fine."

"No, you were supposed to pull the green lever, not the red one," the Doctor said. "You're going to end up putting us off course." He reached out to correct the error, but again Brook moved in his way, a smile making its way onto her lips.

"You're telling me that I might get off course? Daddy, if you were aiming for Artang and you ended up here..."

"Not the same thing," the Doctor responded, clearing his throat. "I pulled the green lever like I was supposed to."

"Oh, I know it's not your fault," Brook giggled, deflecting another movement from the Doctor as he reached over to try and pull the green lever and reset the red one. "The TARDIS always brings you here herself. She's told me before."

While the Doctor took a moment to attempt to comprehend what Brook had just said, she reached behind herself and started pressing buttons and turning knobs, feeling each and every aspect of the controls run past her fingers. When she had felt the TARDIS starting to shake a bit, she had known that it was a bad idea to just stand there and ignore it.

There was something about the controls of the TARDIS that had their own charm and appeal for Brook. Each individual piece reminded her of a book, how they could all do so many different things and yet all came together as similar things. Her books were her lifeline, and any way she could relate the TARDIS to that was something she would work hard to figure out.

"She's told you?" the Doctor finally asked. "She, meaning the TARDIS?"

"No, she meaning the other sexy box flying around in the time vortex. Yes, the TARDIS!"

"Well, what's that suppoed to mean?" the Doctor sputtered. He wasn't used to be confused in situations where he knew most of the answers already. 

"It means that the TARDIS talks to me. I hear her voice in my head sometimes when she's around. I've never seen her or anything, but I've heard her. Oh, Daddy, she sounds absolutely beautiful," Brook gushed. She was about to say more when the beautiful machine herself began to groan. The TARDIS was landing, and Brook was finally going to be able to prove that she could pilot it correctly. 

The TARDIS was beginning to land after a short journey through time. Brook had done everything successfully. "I told you the red lever was the right one!" Brook laughed.

"You didn't say anything of the sort," the Doctor protested. "You just...flipped it!"

"I did, didn't I?" Brook responded. Her eyes lit up with the glow of the TARDIS's lights reflecting against them. 

"You really remind me River," the Doctor said. "You really do."

"Well, I would hope," Brook said, putting her hands on her hips. "After being raised by her, I'd think that I would act and just seem like her in general." Before the Doctor could put anything more on the matter, Brook strode victoriously over to the TARDIS doors and popped them open.

"So, Clara, how was my time?"

"As far as I'm aware, ten minutes on the dot," Clara reported, the watch from before sitting in her hand as a smile went on her face.

"Ten minutes, definitely," a voice chimed in. Standing right next to Clara was a man holding his own watch in his hands. "As soon as I heard the TARDIS noise, I started timing. I had a feeling you were going to do some sort of trial run, Brook."

"You know me so well," she replied. As she was there, hanging halfway out of the TARDIS, she sent him an enormous smile.

The Doctor cleared his throat, making his presence known in the situation. "Care to explain to me what's going on, Brook?"

Brook suddenly paled, her face dropping. In a matter of seconds, she developed a blush. She turned her gaze towards the ground as she moved towards the man. 

"I was just about to ask the same thing," the man said, taking a step towards Brook. "Since Clara doesn't know who I am, I'm guessing the Doctor doesn't either. Do you think-"

"It's the first time they've met me too," Brook sighed. 

"Clara!" the Doctor said, deciding not to get involved in their conversation and attempt to find any information from someone who knew he could trust. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Er, sort of. This is...Foreman, you said, right?" Clara said, turning to the man standing beside her. His attention popped away from Brook and went over towards the Time Lord.

"Indeed," Foreman said, clearing his throat and giving a slight nod. He was fidgeting slightly as he saw  the Doctor. 

"And do you want to explain this any further?" the Doctor said, crossing his arms and looking towards the flushing curly haired girl standing to the side. 

"Yes, actually," she said. There was the slight shakiness of nerves resonating her voice. "This," Brook explained, "is my fiance. Foreman."

"Just Foreman?" the Doctor questioned.

"Asks the Doctor," Brook snickered. "But yes, just Foreman for the moment. It's a long story..."

"It's because she can't pronounce my name," Foreman added in. "To put it bluntly."

"I never said I couldn't pronounce it," Brook responded, making her way over to her fiance. "I just don't want to have to pronounce it." Her gaze moved up to his, and suddenly the two were caught in a moment. There was love written all over both of their faces. It would have been a breathtakingly beautiful moment if only it weren't for them being in the middle of a conversation just a few moments ago. 

"Maybe you should try," Foreman responded. "After all, it'll part of your name once we get married."

"Um, Doctor?" Clara said, leaning over to the Time Lord. "Am I missing something here?"

"I think we both are," the Doctor. He said it in a grave tone, but as he looked over to her he burst into a laugh. She couldn't help but mirror his smile and lt out a giggle of her own. 

"You're going to be Mrs. Rechsamsayqueyer Foreman!" Foreman laughed. But this happiness and laughing soon vanished as the Doctor processed this new information.

"Say that again," the Doctor said. All other noise stopped as everyone turned to see the deadpan look on the man's face. 

"Daddy, please. It's not important," Brook said, a frown bending her face. 

"No, it is important, and I need you to repeat what you just said, Foreman."

With a moment of hesitation, Foreman turned to face Brook as if he were asking her permission to reply. She gave a slight nod and then he faced the Doctor straight on, clearing his throat before he spoke. "Mrs. Rechsamsayqueyer Foreman, sir." The Doctor's serious look vanished for a moment as the glee of being called sir came to him, but he quickly recovered.

"That would be Brook's married name?"

"Yes, sir."

"Which would make your name Rechsamsayqueyer Foreman," the Doctor said. "Am I correct?"

"Doctor, where are you going with this?" Clara said, getting a bit concerned.

"Don't worry about it, Clara," he responded. "It's not your problem."

"If it's your problem it's my problem," Clara insisted. "Just explain to me what's going on."

The Doctor let out a sigh, trying to keep himself in check. "I'm going to explain now, just listen. Well, not explain...but you'll understand."

Unwilling to deal with this tension, the curly haired girl spoke out. "He is a Time Lord," Brook said, deciding to just let it out. "A Time Lord from Gallifrey."

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" the Doctor said, disbelief in his voice. He had developed a suspicion when the name Rechsamsayqueyer had been mentioned, but he had been hoping for any other sort of answer.

"A Time Lord from Gallifrey," Brook repeated, squeezing her eyes shut. She had known that the Doctor wasn't going to react well to this.

"I fought in the Time War," Foreman added in, giving a nod. "It's all sort of a blur at this point-it always has been, since I was pulled out of it. I mean, I can remember it, but-"

"Stop," the Doctor said. "Stop it." Foreman immediately stopped himself from rambling any further, clenching his mouth shut. He was not going to risk his future father in law getting upset with him, especially not on his wedding day-that could end up preventing the Doctor from becoming his father in law period. 

"Daddy, please, just...don't."

"I'm not doing anything," the Doctor said, holding his hands up.

"Maybe we should just go, Doctor," Clara said, her voice quiet. "Or at least just pause the conversation. Things aren't going well." But the Time Lord didn't listen to his companion. He was far too curious to do such a thing.

"You're a Time Lord from Gallifrey," the Doctor said, pacing around Foreman. He was making Brook's fiance feel like prey for a vulture who just continued to circle around him. He gulped before he spoke, trying to make everything come out correctly.

"Yes, yes I am," he said. Brook had proceeded to press her eyelids shut. Clara was very confused about what was going on. She had heard the Doctor talking about his race and planet, but she had never really heard of any others being around. He had claimed to be alone in the universe, his people all completely gone. But the thing was, it never seemed to go any deeper than that. But now, right in front of her, she saw everything playing out.

"That's not possible," the Doctor spat out. "I've seen many impossible things in my lifetime, and you being a Time Lord is the most impossible of them all." When he saw that Foreman wasn't going to be able to provide any answers, she whirled around to Brook.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth about Foreman?" he queried. "How do I know you're telling the truth about any of this?"

"I flew the TARDIS, Daddy," Brook protested. "If that's not proof, then I don't know what is."

"It's not proof," the Doctor sighed. There were many emotions pushing at him, starting to chip away at hs focus. Clara saw this and began to make a start, but the Doctor held out his hand and shook his head. He wasn't letting her get involved in all of this.

"Yes, he's a Time Lord from Gallifrey," Brook finally said. "You'll just have to believe me saying that he has two hearts because you lost your stethoscope in a black hole."

"But Gallifrey is in a time lock," the Doctor retorted, holding out his hands for emphasis. "You can't get in and you can't get anyone out without ripping apart the fabric of space and time."

"You can't, but I can," Brook said, crossing her arms. "I've been able to notice enough throughout my life that I'm a bit of a space-time anomaly myself. Who says that I can't get through?"

The Doctor heaved out another sigh. Now when Clara came rushing over to him he made no move to stop her. There was nothing to be stopped, after all. She simply did not understand what was going on in the conversation. Foreman had walked up behind Brook, as if he were flanking her. There were two opposing sides, the Doctor and Brook.

"I say that you can't get through. I just don't understand how you could have possible done such a thing. It just cannot be done without destroying space and time at the very seams."

"A time lock is like a bubble," Brook began to explain, not waiting to listen to what the Doctor thought. "One big, enormous bubble. When I was eight, I decided that all I had to do was make my own personal time bubble and then I could attach it on the larger one. You'd pop the smaller one and you'd be within the bigger one. No harm is done, and then you leave in a similar way. That was all it took, a vortex manipulator and an idea."

"Oh my goodness," Clara murmured. "That's...that's brilliant. I mean, it makes sense."

"But that's not how time works," the Doctor grumbled.

"It's exactly how time works," Brook said, taking a step forwards. Foreman put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from moving any further forwards.

"But as an eight year old?" the Doctor questioned. "Really?"

"I was eight," Brook said. "I liked bubbles."

"And thus you made it into Gallifrey without any problems," the Doctor finished. "As an eight year old."

"I suppose you could say that," Brook said. "But I went back. I can't control when in the timeline I end up, so I dropped right into the middle of the Time War when I was twenty one. That's how I found Foreman."

"Is there anything else about Gallifrey you feel like you should tell me, Brook?" the Doctor said. Even though he phrased it as if she had some sort of choice in the matter, it was clear that he was pressing her to say anything more. 

"The Untempered Schism," Brook murmured.

"Sorry, what?" Clara said. "The Untempered...what?"

"The Untempered Schism," the Doctor explained. "In essence it's a window to the time vortex, and it's only found on one place, under the posession of one race."

"The Time Lords on Gallifrey," Brook finished. Foreman looked as if he wanted to put some of his own thoughts into the conversation, but he kept it back in order to avoid any problems. 

"You've seen it, haven't you?" the Doctor asked.

"But of course," Brook responded. She put on a smile, taking a deep breath. 

"So?" the Doctor said. "What was your reaction? Were you inspired, maddened, or did you just run?"

"All of the above," Brook said. Everyone was a bit concerned at this answer, but she just looked proud of herself. "I stood there and sobbed for a few more minutes, and then I turned to run. I ran all the way back home. I always do."

A/N Very proud of a little connection to The Child's Mistakes at the end of this chapter. It's like I connected the end of one story to the beginning of this one. Hooray for continuity. Well, I hope you enjoyed this! I think this new version of the chapter is far better than the original. It's got more flow and makes more sense while still retaining the ideas from the original. Yes. Well.