The door across the building opens and Sheriff Carter enters the cafe. He asks Dr. Stark a silent question. Dr. Stark answers the question just as wordlessly, Carter pulls a chair up from another tab le and drops into it beside him, Vincent bringing a plate over for him and pretending not to see the hand Dr. Stark places on Carter's leg after he sits down.

Vincent puts a full plate down in front of me and I begin eating. Greta comes out of the bathroom finally and sits back down, silently warming the food on her plate when she touches it with her spoon. We finally leave the cafe an hour later, after three meals for each of us. We're heading out of the building when Sheriff Carter receives a call on his radio. He heads for the Sheriff's office as the rest of us head back to the guest house and my bus. Sheriff Carter's SUV passes us on the way back to the bus and we look around to see if we'll pass the scene before we reach the bus.

“What time is it?” Buck asks as we reach the guest house. Nope, we didn't see the excitement, damn. Well, this is Eureka, we'll see something before long.

“One fifty-seven and thirty eight seconds.” I say automatically without looking at my watch. The Doctors blink when they realize I'm not even wearing one. This is the first time I've shown any signs of a time sense, one of the hereditary gifts of my Time Lord heritage.

“Thanks Josette,” Buck adjusts the time on his watch as he walks into the guest house. I shut down the shields on my bus and open the door as a bark can be heard in the yard. I look over to where another dog is looking at Sugar and Spice, they turn their heads to look up at me. I take off the harness and leash. “Stay in the yard boys.” I tell them after opening the door, they trot over to LoJack and bark softly. A car pulls up in the driveway and a stiff woman steps out.

“That would be the school principal.” Jo says with a smirk at my shoulder.

“Wonderful.” I say. I walk into the bus, Greta grinning at my back. Grandma Hera would have had an absolute fit about being rude, especially when you're a guest in a strange land . . .or dimension as the case might be but right now I don't give a royal rip about manners.

The Principal gives a little sniff of disdain at our clothes and having to meet inside my bus. It looks like a regular greyhound bus without any of the extras that normally can be found in the coach section, she puts her I can tell the TARDISes have shielded themselves from her view, they're still humming softly in the back of my mind.

“I understand the Dr. Stark has told you that I would like you to attend my school while you are here in town?” she asks.

“Yep,” Greta says, accentuating the P like she's popping a gum bubble. “And we don't wanna, we don't hafta, and we ain't gonna.”

“Ain't isn't a word young lady.”

“Whatever.” Greta says, waving a hand in midair in her best 'valley girl' manner. I hide a smirk, the principal isn't going to know what hit her. “I've already graduated from high school and have three degrees from major universities. Josette's routinely taking college level classes in her schooling, what can your little school offer us?” Greta gives her her best Ares smirk, the one that usually says 'I'm going to kill you for being an annoying little toad if you say another word' and proves to everybody watching that yes, she is his daughter.

“I do not believe that you have graduated already, young lady.”

Greta smirks. “Forgive me for not bringing my diplomas with me, I didn't know I was going to be traveling dimensions and would need them. Our sister Jo is from this town in our world, would her word do?” Opening the window, she bellows towards the house. “Buck, grab Jo and send her out here, would you?”

“Yeah?” Jo asks, leaning against the open door.

“Your sister claims that she has graduated from high school and college already?”

“Yep, she was home schooled her entire life, has a 200 plus iq, and has no less than three degrees.” Jo nods. The principal blinks. “You called me out here for that?” she asks.

“She wouldn't believe me.” Greta says in mock hurt.

“Always knew you were an idiot.” Jo mutters, walking back out the door. Greta smirks and turns her attention back to the Principal, looking at her like a cat eyes a tasty mouse. “Again, what can your little school offer us?”

“Languages are an excellent gift towards your future employment. Employers are looking for employees who know more than one language.”

Greta snorts. “I already have a job, so does Josette. I'm also multi-lingual, most of the family knows at least one other language.”

“Your employer might have problems with your attitude, young lady.”

This time, it's my turn to snort. “Our employers know aaaallllllllll about our attitudes and have no problem with them, since they happen to be our family. In a few years.. .”

“unless I can hide so he can't do it,” Greta grumbles, knowing what I'm going to say. “Greta will be the head of a multi-national corporation when her adoptive father steps down like he's threatened, right now she's working in one of their divisions in the computer troubleshooting section. She also is a published author with no less than fifteen books on the best seller list, and she has a secondary job in the family business.”

The Principal blinks, normally she would take such a story as simply that, a story, but she can tell that both of these young women are telling the absolute truth. She wonders if demanding that the visitors attend her school was really that good of an idea. Geniuses tend to get annoyed when people try talking down to them because of their age.

We finally run her off a couple hours later, I walk towards the back of the coach section, the wall shimmering out of view just before I would have hit it. The TARDISes come into view, they'd been hiding behind the illusion and I pet them automatically as I walk past. A almost sad sound can be heard in the back of my mind, and I mentally pet the two missing TARDISes, hearing them purr in the back of my mind. I'm not even aware of doing it, but the Doctors look at me strangely, hearing the responses of their own TARDISes.

“Did she do that when she was with you?” The 8th Doctor asks the Immortal Doctor.

“Josette was always petting the TARDIS and talking to her, but I don't remember seeing signs of any mental abilities? You?” he responds.

“None, but that might have been an after affect from that ray.” the 8th Doctor says slowly. “It was years before we saw any signs of her telekinesis and just by looking at her now, it's easily a thousand times stronger now that it had been when she was with us.”

“I hesitate to even think this, but could this be . . .The Master's doing?” The Immortal Doctor asks. The others stare at him, aghast. “It's not the first time that he's tried to breed a new super race.”

“No, he promised me that Josette was absolutely normal.” the 8th Doctor hisses.

“Relax Doc. . .Docs,” 9th Doctor Jack Harkness says, walking into the bus, followed immediately by Greta's Daniel who heads immediately for the library. “The empathy and telekinesis? It comes from Greta's side of the family, a gift from when she was adopted. Josette's still young, so it's still developing.”

“And the time sense?” The Immortal Doctor asks, relaxing.

“That might be from your side of the family, I don't remember any of Greta's family knowing things like that. As Daniel has proved, most of her family ignores things like clocks when they're in the middle of doing something, working until they drop.”

“Most of the family?” the 8th Doctor asks.

“Greta can make her own schedule so she generally ignores things like clocks. . .but then she has chronic insomnia and is frequently up three or four days until she finally sleeps.”

“That's not healthy for a human, especially one who is still having growth spurts.” the 4th Doctor says.

“That's why the doctors in her family usually try to knock her out for a few hours after the third day.” Buck smirks. “That and she tends to get short-tempered, snappy. . .cranky. . .and scary.”

Two Jack Harknesses, the one who lives in Eureka not currently there, look at their Doctors in amusement. “I wonder where she gets it from?” The Doctors give them affronted looks as everybody tries not to laugh.

“Greta is an author?” the Immortal Doctor asks, one to change the subject and two remembering something he'd heard. Dr. Stark, who had arrived a few minutes ago after cleaning up whatever or other had happened at Global Dynamics, looks interested. “She said she had fifteen books on the best seller list?”

“Yeah, that's just Greta's non-fiction books.” Jo says absently. “Greta writes in a bunch of different genres.” She heads to the library, grabbing Greta on the way past by. ..the tail?

“Jo, ya mind, I'm kinda attached to that.” Greta grumbles. “Watcha need?”

“The others want to see the books you wrote.”

Greta heads to a bookcase, one that doesn't look out of place in the room except that it's not quite as full as the others. “Here you go, it's all arranged by genre.”

“You wrote all those?” Nathan blinks, there has to be a hundred books there easily.

“Yeah, I write a lot during my insomnia bouts. Then there's the days I duck into Friday and write for about five or six weeks her time and only five or ten minutes has passed outside. She has to remind me to eat and bathe when I hit the hundred page and still going days.”

“Those are the days you lock the doors, shut the windows, line your room with bear traps and threaten the bunnies with land mines and shotguns.” I smirk. “Because the stories you end up writing tend to be. . .strange.”

Greta snorts at me. “You should know.”