The 8th Doctor version of my father, and how damn fucked up is that, just looks at me, I can tell he's remembering everything that happened when he first met me. Greta just rolls her eyes and snorts at me, copying the scroll. Friday reads it over Greta's shoulder, mentally translating it for her.

“How come you can read Gallifreyan but I can't?” Greta asks me as I drop into a comfortable seat closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose as I try to remember where I'd read something similar to the scroll.

“I spent nearly a hundred years with the Doctor, between the time I spent with him,” I jerk my thumb in the direction of the 8th Doctor, “and the time I spent with him.” A thumb jerked in the direction of the Immortal Doctor. “I picked up a few things.”

The 8th Doctor chuckles softly. /Picked up a couple of things indeed./ he thinks dryly, remembering the first time Josette had started swearing in Gallifreyan The effects of the object that had affected her speech had finally begun to wear off, a few recognizable words had starting to pop up her speech. Oh, they'd been meaning to see what schooling she'd had, the Master had been very mum about that, but they'd kept putting it off while she became adjusted to living on the TARDIS. They should have known the TARDIS would take matters out of their hands. The TARDIS had created a small classroom off the library and Josette was sitting at a desk, a holographic image floating in front of her as the TARDIS went through every teaching tool she had with her.

“What?” I ask him.

“Just remembering when we walked in and found the TARDIS teaching you, we'd been putting it off until that ray that scrambled your brain wore off.”

“Scrambled brain?” Greta asks.

“Long story, I got hit by something that scrambled the speech center of the brain. I could understand everything that was said to me, its used to disarm protests on some planets.” I roll my eyes. “It took a couple of months to wear off.”

“We knew Josette could understand us, and she could respond to questions by pointing, drawing something, and she could write a few words after a while.” The 8th Doctor says. “I believe it was two weeks before you could write simple words, a couple weeks after that before we could start understadin some of your words.”

“And knowing Josette, the first word you did understand was a swear word?” Greta asks with a smirk.

“Oh look who's talking, Ms. I speak a hundred languages and can cuss in all of them?”

“Notice you didn't say I was wrong.” Greta says in a sing-song voice.

“You try slogging through mud up to your knees for a few hours, then end up slipping and falling down a hill. I was covered in mud when I got up.” I smirk at Greta. “At least it wasn't marshmallow.” Greta flips me the bird.

“Are they always like this when they're together?” Immortal Doctor asks the other two versions of himself that seem to have spent some time with both girls. They sigh and nod.

“I think the reason Josette was adopted was because she can put up with Greta's moods and give as good as she gets.” 9th Doctor Jack snorts.

“I thought it was because 'Dite had a 'whoops I screwed the pooch' accident with that damn youthening potion.” I snort.

“Youthening potion?” the 8th Doctor asks.

“It was supposed to make me act like a teenager,” I snort. “'Dite wanted me to coo over cute clothes, giggle at boys, generally act like a kid. Didn't work out quite the way she expected.”

“What happened?”

“I wasn't too damn interested in clothes, boys, or makeup when I was a teenager the first time around.” I snort.

“The first time around?”

“Ask him, they were there.” I jerk my thumb in the direction of the 9th Doctor and his Jack.

“Josette's . . . older than she looks.” 9th Doctor Jack finally says.

“Does this have anything to do with . . .?”

“Purple?” The 9th Doctor's Jack asks when it looks like the other man can't figure out the right words, and for the Doctor that's saying something. The 8th Doctor sighs and nods, Greta just sighs.

“Josette, what did you do?” she asks, her hands on her hips.

“Just this,” by that time I'm halfway up one of the ladders you see in old movies and gesture for a book just out of my reach. It wobbles and flies off the shelf, landing in her hands.

“Showoff.” Greta says. “Okay, what am I supposed to be looking for?”

“I finally remembered where I read something like that, see if you can find anything about. . .” the door of the bus opens and footsteps can be heard coming down the aisle.

“Yeah?” I raise my voice a little.

“Who's with you?” 9th Doctor Jack asks.

“Buck, Ryan, Spence, Peter, Blair, Daniel, and Jo.” Greta says absently.

“Jo's the brunette who kept hitting the tall guy with the mustache at the family get-together.” Josette says at 9th Doctor Jack's confused look. “Who is Buck. Daniel is the tall guy with glasses who kept hiding from her the entire weekend.” I smirk. “I think she's enjoying making him squirm.”

“Ahh.” 9th Doctor Jack says in understanding.

Daniel comes into the library, his eyes growing huge when he sees all the books.

“I'm not going to get you out of here for a while, am I?” I ask.

Daniel shakes his head like Sugar coming out of water and pulls his attention back to his sister.

“Henry brought us a couple of batches of groceries, we were planning on having a cookout if we can figure out how to cook so much food on the small griddle in the kitchen.”

“There's a huge grill on the top of the bus, we've cooked out on it multiple times when we were on the road trip.” I say, sliding down the rungs and landing on the floor. “You're welcome to use it.”

Daniel looks interested and I go out of the library, snickering silently as Daniel looks longingly at the books one last time before following me out. The elevator is bigger than it looks as I pull the old fashioned lever to take us to the roof.

Daniel looks around as I pull the grating covering the door open and we walk out. There's a number of raised planting beds on the roof, there's a volleyball net in the far end of the roof, by a number of loungers and other lawn furniture, four or five picnic tables and benches, smaller tables with umbrellas, and, he blinks and rubs his eyes Josette had been right, a huge grill with all the trimmings including a cooktop and oven. He lifts the lid and whistles. “Buck is going to be so jealous of this.” he leans over the railing around the roof. “Blair, grab Jo and Buck, Josette's got a grill up here we can use to cook.”

“Is it big enough to cook everybody's food?” Blair calls over his shoulder as he walks across the lawn and opens the kitchen door.

“Hell,” Daniel says quietly, “I think it's big enough to feed the whole town.”

“Daniel, is there a place to prepare the food or do we have to fix it down here and bring it up.” Jo calls out the kitchen window.

“Yeah,” Daniel looks around at the outdoor kitchen complete with huge refrigerators, pantry, spice rack, and sink. He blinks, hell there's even a small bathroom up here. “It may take a couple of trips to bring up the food and everybody.”

“Jo, go around the back of the bus, through the door of the room where we put the baby furniture. On the left is a freight elevator, push the button for the roof, you should be able to get everybody and everything up here in one trip.” I lean over the railing and call down.

“What happens if it rains?” Daniel asks almost absently. I smirk and push a button, there's a number of them scattered around the various parts of the roof. A canopy comes up from the edges of the roof, meeting in the middle with a click. “Comes up automatically at the first drop of rain. The rainwater runs off into holding tanks for irrigating the plants.”