A/N I really wanted to write this story for some reason. It is kind of like my other stories, but it's summer and I'm terrifically busy at the moment, so cut me some slack! I hope you all like this! And I haven't forgotten about my other fics. (really. And sorry in advance for infrequent updates!)



River Song stumbled through the firey wreckage, clutching a bundle of blankets in each arm, holding the two wailing newborns to her chest. She ducked to avoid being hit by a chunk of debris and leaned forward, trying desperately to make it to the teleport platform.

Struggling up to the platform, she shifted her bundles with considerable difficulty so that both infants were cradled in one arm, using her now free hand to enter coordinates into the teleport beacon. Hitting enter and holding both her children tightly, she disappeared.

Appearing in the doorway of her small flat, River quickly entered. Leaning against the wall, she did her best to comfort the terrified children, feeling a growing sense of hopelessness.

For six months now, she had been dodging around the universe with her twin girl and boy, attempting to adapt her complicated life to care for two needy infants while trying to avoid their oblivious father, who did not even know that River had been pregnant, let alone that he now had two perfect little children. There had been a number of complicated reasons why River had neglected to tell him, but most of all because of what it was clear that she needed to do.


An unwelcome year streaked down River's cheek as she set the baby carrier down on the steps of the orphanage. She pressed a fob watch into each of their tiny, now human hands and kissed them both on the forehead.

"I'm so, so sorry." she whispered.

She stepped back to look at them both. Though they both had inherited her curly hair, the little boy's face and eyes were definetely hers, while the beautiful girl, with her dark locks and pretty, angular face took more after her father. Together, they were the perfect mix of her and the Doctor, and she loved them dearly, which was making what she was about to do so much harder.

She turned away, entering coordinates into her vortex manipulator.

Before she left, she placed a sheet of paper with scrawly writing on it on in the girl's other hand. It read:

Make sure they keep the watches. The boy is Jacob. The girl is Olivia. Tell them I'm sorry.

13 years later...

It was light out, but Livvy Carter was not particularly interested in getting up. The big, old fashioned cuckoo clock on the wall in her room at Good Saint Agnes' Home For Children signaled that it was time to get up for her last day at the orphanage, but instead, she pulled the covers up over her head and attempted to ignore the insistant noise.

"Livvy! C'mon, get up! Last day! Up!"

"God, Jack, go away. I'm still sleeping."

Instead, however, the unseen Jack ames over to the window, throwing open the curtains to let in the harsh sunlight before pulling the covers off of his sister's creaky old bed.

Livvy sat up with an unhappy groan, blinking in the blinding light. She playfully smacked her twin brother on the arm.

"Hey!" he said, indignant, "Anway, you should be happy! This time tomorrow we'll wake up away from here. Granted at school, but still, it'll be somewhere different!"

"Right, yeah. Whatever. Get out, I'm getting dressed!"

With a huffy sigh, Jack left.

Despite her nonchalance around her brother, Livvy was absolutely thrilled to be leaving Saing Agnes' for Nantucket Boarding School. It cost a pretty penny to get into Nantucket, but both Jack and and Livvy's impressive scores (well, more than impressive. Jack had almost scored highest in school history, second only to his sister.) had earned them both spots, even though it was already the start of winter term. The excitement and anticipation about leaving the orphanage they'd had to spend 13 long years of their lives in was enough to rouse Livvy and give her incentive to get up.

Later that day, Jack Carter (well, only Carter because he had felt that he needed a last name to give to people. He didn't know is real surname was, or really anything about his parentage, so Livvy had picked the name a few years ago from a book she had loved at the time.) sat in the window of the train, waving dutifully at the nun that had driven them to the train station. He and his sister were both clutching large suitcases containing their clothing, their few possessions, and, in his sister's case, a few stolen books she had nicked from the bookshelves back at the orphanage. They were dressed warmly but smartly, both in long, dark blue wool coats. Jack wore nothing over his shaggy, somewhat long golden hair, but Livvy had worn her favorite hat,(she had an unfortuanate fondness for them,) a matching dark blue wool cap that, even Jack had to admit looked quite nice with her pretty face and long dark curls. She waved once more and turned to Jack, holding up an intricately carved silver pocket watch.

"Got yours?" she asked.

Instinctively, Jack pulled his own identical watch from his coat pocket, nodding. Livvy stuck hers back in her pocket, but Jack kept his in his lap, running a finger over the strange circular designs engraved on it.

The pocket watches were identical, never opened, covered in strange designs, and the only traces that the twins had left of their parents. They were abandoned one the orphanages' doorstep at only six months old, left only with the watches and a message reading:

Make sure they keep the watches. The boy is Jacob. The girl is Olivia. Tell them I'm sorry.

Jack had hated that note. 'Tell them I'm sorry,' what kind of message was that? How did that make any of this better? Part of Jack, an infinitely large part, hated his parents, for everything he'd been through, for not being there to raise them. Livvy said that she had forgiven them, and that there was probably a legitimate reason why their parents has left them, and part of Jack felt the same, but more than that was the reality that whoever their parents were, they obviously didn't love or want them. It was why, since he was a toddler, he'd only let people call him Jack, never Jacob like the note suggested, and why, he was sure, Livvy never liked to be called Olivia.

But neither of them had ever, ever tried to get rid of the watch.