Here you go, the sequel to Of Loneliness and Second Chances. If you haven't read that, please go and read it first. This will make no sense otherwise.

Of New Horizons and Thoughts of Flight

Chapter 1: Three Months

At two weeks after the Battle of Canary Wharf, James put his foot down.

Him and Freya had been staying at the Torchwood Estate, where James spent his time arranging a life for himself.

Freya spent the time staring blankly out the window.

James ought to have put a stop to her behavior sooner. He knew that. But he also knew he had to get his new life straightened out. He had a feeling that when Freya finally snapped out of the rut she'd settled in, she'd need all the support he could give her and more.

So once it was all in order, he decided it was high time for Freya to begin her recovery.

He pushed her door open carefully, peering in at her. she was still sitting at the table she'd been sitting at when he'd visited her the night before, the food he'd brought for her untouched. Her eyes were still glued out the window, watching relentlessly for that blue box to show up.

"Did he forget about me?" Freya asked quietly. Her voice cracked. James was certain it was the first words he'd heard from her in at least a week.

"No. He didn't forget about you. He thinks you're trapped in the other world. When he finds out, and he will, he'll come back for you," James told her immediately.

"He wanted to leave me behind. Before," Freya commented absently. James sat down in the chair next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"He'll be back. Now get up. Go take a shower. I'll make you some fresh food and then we're going on a walk. Sitting like this isn't good for the baby. Neither is not eating," James lectured her as he stood and helped her carefully to her feet. She swayed as he let go of her, something that worried James to no limit. He helped her carefully to the bathroom before running water int the tub for her, not trusting her to stand.

"Take a bath, okay? Hold onto something as you get in and if you feel even slightly dizzy, drain the water and wrap in a towel and call me, and I'll help you out, okay? I'm leaving your phone right here," James said, placing her phone right next to the tub as he turned the water off. Freya nodded to him and he turned and made his way down to the kitchen, turning up the volume on his phone as he went.

He needed help. They couldn't stay in the Torchwood and sulk. No. James needed to acclimate to his new life, and Freya needed…Freya needed to stay healthy. Being cooped up inside all day with nothing to do was not healthy for her. She needed to be around her friends.

Who were her friends? James knew who his Freya's friends had been, but this Freya didn't run around in the same social circles as his Freya had.

Masen and Marie were the only friends he knew of. He quickly dialed Masen's number as he got to work making Freya a sandwich. She needed to start small, and healthy.

"Hello?" Masen answered.

"Hey, it's James. I'm worried about Freya," James said automatically.

"Is she not improving?" Masen asked, worry creeping into his voice.

"She's getting worse. She's not eating. I had to force her to take a bath, and she was barely able to stand on her own," James explained.

"I think we should come back to London, so she can be around her friends," James added as he finished making Freya's sandwich.

"She doesn't have many friends, James. That's the problem," Masen said, his voice low.

"She has you two," James pointed out.

"Yeah. But Marie and I are getting married in two weeks. We haven't told Freya yet…she wouldn't answer Marie's calls. We're hoping she'll be able to be in it. It's going to be small – after Canary Wharf, Marie wants to get married as soon as possible so we can cherish our time together. Marie's going to be busy the next two weeks planning the wedding. Freya can help, but Marie can't be there for her the whole time," Masen said.

"What about Jack Harkness? I met him at Canary Wharf. Him and another woman," James remembered. A loud knock sounded on the door as James made his way there.

"Good luck getting ahold of them," Masen told James as James threw open the door.

Only to stop.

Standing in the doorway was Jack Harkness, the woman he'd been with, and another man.

"James," Jack said, nodding at him.

"Guess who just showed up on the doorstep?" James asked Masen.

"If you say it's the Doctor, he'd bettered be getting a good punch," Masen warned.

"No. Jack Harkness and his crew," James said. His words were met by silence.

"That's creepy. Look. Try getting Freya ready to leave today. Come back to London. I got you set up to have Jackie's flat, and we cleaned it out already for you, refurnished it. Freya can stay there with you for awhile. Beats sitting around the Torchwood Estate," Masen said.

"Will do. Bye," James said, hanging up abruptly.

"James. How are you settling in?" Jack asked him.

"I'm fine. Freya's not," James said grimly.

"Mom's not fine?" other man asked in alarm.

"Mom?" James asked, his eyebrows shooting up. The woman next to Jack smacked him on the arm.

"This is River Song and her husband, Bad Wolf. Bad Wolf is Freya's son, as an adult," Jack introduced as River glared at Bad Wolf.

"What sort of a name's that?" James asked, directing his question to Bad Wolf.

"I'm a Time Lord. We don't go around telling people our real first names. Why do you look like my dad?" Bad Wolf challenged James.

"Because I'm from an alternate universe where I am your father's duplicate, that's what," James said, crossing his arms as he stared at the boy. Bad Wolf stared right back at him.

"Sorry. This is rather early for him in his timeline. We thought we'd stop by for a visit. Although if I'd known she wasn't doing well, we'd've come sooner," Jack apologized.

"No worries. She's taking a bath now. Let's head to her room," James said, picking up the sandwich he'd made her. The three followed him down the hallway until they were outside of Freya's room. James knocked lightly before peeking his head in.

She wasn't in there.

He placed her sandwich on the table before knocking on the bathroom door.

"Freya? Are you alright?" James asked, frowning. He heard water move around, as if she were standing up.

"I'm fine," her voice called weakly through the door.

"She doesn't sound fine," River said with a frown.

"That's only the second time she's talked in over a week," James informed her.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Mum?" Bad Wolf demanded of River in alarm.

"Your dad abandoned her here," James informed him, trying to keep any bite out of his voice that he could. He hadn't expressed any irritation with the Doctor in two weeks. He didn't want Freya to get mad at him too.

Then again, anything would be better than the depression she seemed to be going through.

"What?" Bad Wolf asked in alarm.

"It's fine," River tried reassuring Bad Wolf, but he shook his head, instead knocking on the door.

"Mum? Are you okay? It's me. I came to see you," Bad Wolf called.

A loud crash resonated from the room. James's eyes went wide and he threw the door open immediately.

Freya was lying on the floor, barely wrapped in her towel.

And there was blood.

"Mom?" Bad Wolf asked in alarm as River was quickly on the ground beside her, straightening out her towel and trying to find out where the blood was coming from. James grabbed her charm bracelet from the sink and immediately latched it onto her hand, watching as half the charms dissipated in no time.

"It's not enough. Something's wrong. Get out. Get to the bedroom, find a first aid kit. I'll get her decent and figure out what's wrong," River ordered. Bad Wolf and Jack hurried out the door but James stayed behind.

"I'll help you out. I can hold her up for you as you slip clothes on her," James said, immediately shifting so he was holding Freya. River frowned at him but immediately toweled Freya dry as James kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"The blood's coming from two places. One now. It looked like she almost had a miscarriage. That bleeding's stopped. She hit her head as well and it's still bleeding, but it doesn't look too bad. It looks like she was trying to step out of the tub and Bad Wolf surprised her. We don't need to tell him that though. He's upset enough," River said, leveling James a look. James couldn't see it but he could feel her burning a hole in his neck.

"Is she decent yet?" James asked.

"Yeah. You can look now," River said. And James did look.

River was holding a washcloth to the side of Freya's head. A quickly reddening washcloth.

"Let's get her to the bed," River said, only for James to lift Freya into his arms without a hitch.

He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down in her untouched bed as Bad Wolf and Jack burst in the room, a suitcase rolling behind them.

"What the hell is that?" James asked them.

"A first aid kit!" Bad Wolf retorted before heaving it up on the bed next to Freya.

"I meant a small one, not the entire stock of the medical room," River said, rolling her eyes, but digging through it nonetheless.

"How did you know where it was? I didn't even know where it was," James said.

"Jack did. Bad Wolf hasn't been here before. Jack and I came here in the future, to the past, to visit," River said. Her words were confusing but James wasn't about to ask her to elaborate.

He had a feeling he wouldn't understand her even if she did.

"But what can we use to help her? Unless you're a doctor, I don't know if you know how to stop a miscarriage," James said sharply.

"Actually, I am a doctor. Just not a medical doctor. The TARDIS charm bracelet is preventing the miscarriage, however she's still bleeding from where she hit her head. If we can get her patched up, we can take her to London and find a doctor to help us," River said as she dug around in the first aid suitcase.

"It takes a while to get to London, unless you have a time machine as well," James pointed out.

"No, but we have the Vortex Manipulators, like the one we lent to you to save her. Bad Wolf, you and Freya will take one to go straight there while Jack and I will pack your things and drive your car up there," River said immediately as she wiped the drying blood from Freya's forehead.

"You said a doctor. We can't take her to a normal doctor, not with an alien baby!" James protested.

"No. You won't. You'll jump a bit in the future to meet Martha Jones. She's the doctor that helps deliver Freya's baby. There. Pick her up, James. Bad Wolf, here's the Vortex Manipulator. Plug in the codes and make sure James's and Freya's hands are on it," River reminded him as she strapped the Vortex Manipulator on his hand. Bad Wolf typed in a few numbers on it before grabbing Freya's hand. James placed his own hand over it as Bad Wolf slammed his hand down on it.

When they appeared, they were in some sort of closet.

"Nice job," James complained. Bad Wolf shot him a glare.

"Let's see you do any better," Bad Wolf argued as he opened the door. James followed closely behind him as they checked in rooms as they walked.

They entered one room that looked empty until a black woman walked in, eyes wide.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked them.

"We're looking for Doctor Martha Jones. Have you seen her?" Bad Wolf asked politely. The woman laughed at him.

"I'm Martha Jones, but I'm not a full doctor yet. Just in training. Why do you need me?" she asked. Bad Wolf didn't answer, instead spun around to stare at a calendar on the wall.

"What's the date?" Bad Wolf asked.

"Excuse me?" Martha asked.

"The date," Bad Wolf repeated. Martha told him, only for James to glare at Bad Wolf.

He'd only managed to make them jump one day in the future.

So Martha didn't know about the baby and what to do yet.

"If you need medical help, I can go get someone," Martha offered, turning to leave.

"NO! We need….we need your help. See, she almost had a miscarriage. But the pregnancy's really rare. We need someone we can trust, and we were given your name," Bad Wolf stumbled through his lie.

"How could I help with a rare pregnancy?" Martha scoffed.

"She has two hearts. It was a defect she was born with, then had surgery to fix it. However, the baby also has two hearts. Only the baby's two hearts work. That's the main defect. And she's allergic to aspirin," Bad Wolf said immediately.

"Two hearts? Are you sure it's not twins?" Martha asked, slipping into medical mode. James laid Freya down on the empty bed in the room.

"Pretty sure. If you could get sonogram equipment out and test her for us, we'd be eternally grateful. And we aren't patients here, technically not supposed to be here, so if you mess up we can't blame you. Call it extra practice," Bad Wolf suggested. Martha stared at him for a moment, contemplating it, before scurrying out the room.

"She'll be back, and she'll help us," Bad Wolf said confidently.

"How can you be so sure?" James scoffed.

"She needs extra practice. She's one of those people who spend months studying for each little test. She'll be here in five minutes tops," Bad Wolf boasted.

"Fine. Five minutes. Care to tell me how you botched the date?" James asked, crossing his arms as he glared at Bad Wolf.

"I'm my father's son. He could never get anywhere on the right time, if the stories are to be believed. I've never worked a Vortex Manipulator. I was guessing. I didn't want to tell River, because, well, she's hot, and she said she's married to me. I don't want to let her down," Bad Wolf said, cheeks burning with his words.

"She said she's married to you?" James asked for clarification.

"It's all a bit timey-wimey. She's married to the older version of me," Bad Wolf said, waving it off.

"What sort of nonsense is timey-wimey?" James asked in disbelief. Bad Wolf just shot him a glare.

"Fine. Use your made- up words," James huffed, sinking into the chair next to Freya's bed.

"You said Dad just left her behind?" Bad Wolf asked quietly, sitting on the bed next to Freya.

"Yeah. He thought she was gone," James said.

"That's got to be tearing her up," Bad Wolf said sadly, taking her hand and stroking it gently.

"It is," James agreed.

"He'll come back for her," Bad Wolf said confidently.

"And how can you be so sure?" James asked drily.

"Because I've met my dad before. I didn't get to know him as well as I wished I had, but I did grow up with him to a degree. Him more than Mum, unfortunately," Bad Wolf said with a sigh.

"Why?" James asked in alarm, sitting up straighter.

"Mum's human. She's going to die. Dad didn't want to waste any time with her. He had to leave her at home. He always returned within seconds of leaving her though. For her. For us, we'd be gone a few years sometimes, wandering around space and time, thinking about her," Bad Wolf explained.

"But I thought you said you didn't get to know him very well," James argued. Bad Wolf sighed.

"Dad lost me at one point. I managed to make it to Mum's past, hoping they'd show up to get me. It took them about six years, but they did," Bad Wolf explained.

"How can it take someone six years to find their child?" James asked in disbelief. Bad Wolf winced.

"I probably shouldn't have told you that much, spoilers and all that," Bad Wolf said with a sigh.

About that time, Martha reappeared with equipment.

"Okay. Can you boys get her set up?" Martha asked as she moved the equipment next to Freya's bedside. James and Bad Wolf wasted no time in propping Freya up. She stirred slightly but didn't wake up.

Martha lifted her shirt and spread some sort of gel across her stomach before turning the monitor on and pressing a tiny box against her stomach. She moved it around a bit. James turned to stare at the machine as an image of the baby came onto screen. The dual heartbeats echoed through the room as Martha stared at the screen in disbelief.

"You were right," Martha said, stunned.

"Yeah. Is the baby okay?" Bad Wolf said, trying to hurry her along. Martha examined the screen before frowning.

"It looks like the baby's under high stress. I'd say if the mother could limit her stress then there shouldn't be a problem. That and a lot of bed rest," Martha said.

About that time, Freya let out a quiet moan before opening her eyes.

And they subsequently widened in fear.

"Calm down. Sh. Everything's okay," James told her instantly. Bad Wolf waved him off before crawling into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her.

"It's all okay, Mum," Bad Wolf told her.

"Mum? You're the same age as her!" Martha said in alarm, glancing between the two of them.

"It's a bit of a long story," Bad Wolf said awkwardly.

"I baby him. Always have. It was a joke. All of my friends call me Mum," Freya managed weakly, her lie already much better than Bad Wolf's. Martha nodded slowly.

"I'm Martha Jones. I'm a medical student. We were just checking on your baby. Do you want me to go get you a real doctor?" Martha asked Freya. Freya shook her head immediately.

"No. They don't have open minds. They freak out when they see the two hearts," Freya lied once more. James was almost shocked with how well she was lying. Martha nodded.

"If you ever need anything, let me know. Here's my number," Martha said, scribbling her number down on a piece of paper before handing it to Freya. She tucked a strand of hair awkwardly behind her ear.

"I'm only a student, but I'll do my best to help you. You seem…scared? Of doctors? So if you want me, I can try to help if anything else happens," Martha offered. Freya nodded, taking in her words.

"Thanks. Should we…should we have a checkup, soon?" Freya asked, biting her lip.

"Of course. Unless anything else happens, come back here in two weeks. Or just give me a call, and I can meet you somewhere," Martha suggested. Freya gave her smile and nodded as Martha scurried out of the room.

"You sure covered that well," James said proudly. Freya could only shrug.

"I was just trying to keep us out of trouble," she said. James nodded in agreement.

"Well you succeeded. Let's get going. Kid, what're the odds of you being able to get us to the flat today with that thing?" James asked. Bad Wolf grimaced at his words.

"We could just call a cab," Bad Wolf said, lowering his head awkwardly. Freya pulled her arm around him and gave him a quick hug.

"Better safe than sorry. I'm glad you're here," she told him warmly.

"If I'd known you were depressed, I'd've made River bring me sooner," Bad Wolf told her earnestly.

"I'm not depressed," Freya protested, but both James and Bad Wolf sent her a look that told her there was no use in arguing.

They got to the flat about the same time as Jack and River. Upon seeing them step out of a cab, River's eyes narrowed.

"What happened to the Vortex Manipulator?" she asked him. Bad Wolf scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"I'd never used one before. I sort of got us here today, and didn't trust myself to use it to get here," Bad Wolf explained.

"Oh. Sorry, sweetie. I didn't realize how early it was for you," River apologized, looking quite chagrined.

"It's fine. Let's just get them settled in," Bad Wolf said gruffly, taking Freya's hand and leading her up the stairs.

"He never changes. Still grabs for Mum's hand when he's upset," Jack joked behind them, only for River to elbow him in the gut.

"No talking about my husband like that, or I'll let your wife know what all you've said about her behind her back," River threatened.

"Who is your wife, Jack? I'd like to meet her one day. After all, she seems to be quite the woman, if she's got you to stop in your amorous ways," Freya joked weakly.

"You'll meet her soon enough, Beautiful," Jack said with a wink, only to earn a slap from River and a groan from Bad Wolf. James could only stare at them in amusement.

"Don't talk about my mum that way," Bad Wolf growled. Jack only grinned at them before blowing Bad Wolf a kiss.

"Jealous?" he challenged.

"I will tell your wife," River warned him once more, only for Jack to wink at Freya once more.

Freya froze as they made it to the top of the stairs. James nearly ran into her.

"Why are we here?" Freya asked, staring at what use to be Rose and Jackie Tyler's door.

"This is where we're going to live. It's ours now," James told her quietly.

"I don't want to live here," Freya said, turning quickly. Both River and Jack stopped her.

"You have to. Don't worry. You won't live here forever," Jack told her.

"You'll be fine," River added.

It took the lot of them to get Freya into the flat, but once she was inside she was fine. They had truly redecorated the entire thing so that it could have been anyone's flat, not Rose's. Not her family's.

A month and a half flew by. Freya really didn't have time to be upset because the entire time was spent helping Marie plan her wedding. Marie welcomed the help, and Freya welcomed the distraction.

The day of the wedding, everything went wonderful. At the reception, while Marie and Masen were busy dancing, Freya found herself slinking off to a corner.

The wedding was wonderful, beautiful even, but it only served as a reminder. A reminder that her husband wasn't there, that he thought she was lost to him. She'd been there for two months now, waiting for him. Each day her hope dwindled even more. Would he ever come back for her?

She wanted to drown those thoughts away, but she couldn't and she knew it. It could harm the baby. The baby was all she had left. The baby and her friends. What would happen when the baby was born? She couldn't very well keep seeing Martha, who was still going to be a student for quite some time. She had no idea how to raise an alien baby. She didn't even know how much longer she'd be pregnant for.

Everything was terrifying.

"Are you alright there?"

Freya glanced up to see a redhead standing over her. A familiar redhead. Freya nodded, only to realize she was crying. When had she started crying? She didn't remember starting. She hastily wiped her eyes, trying to manage to get to her feet. Before she could even try, the redhead slipped to the ground next to her.

Her name came to Freya in an instant. Donna. It was Donna.

"My name's Donna. Donna Noble. How do you know the bride and groom?" Donna asked Freya.

"I'm their friend," Freya managed.

"Well, what's your name? You can't just not tell me," Donna protested. Freya tried remembering what River had told her before about Donna, but she couldn't remember it for the life of her.

"Freya," Freya finally said.

"Well, Freya, feel like telling me what's got you all teared up at wedding? Those aren't happy tears, I can tell," Donna said, settling herself against the wall.

"It just…it reminds me of my husband. I haven't seen him in awhile," Freya said honestly.

"Really? He sounds like a right git," Donna announced, causing Freya to laugh unexpectedly. Donna laughed alongside her.

"Now that's right. Laughing's good. Where is he?" Donna asked curiously.

"I don't know. He…he thinks I'm dead, I think. So he's gone travelling, with no way of reaching him," Freya murmured.

"He doesn't sound that bright," Donna complained, once more getting a smile from Freya.

"I like you," Freya found herself admitting.

"Good. Because I like you too. Now let's get up and get something to drink," Donna said, standing up before offering her hand to Freya. Freya allowed Donna to pull her to her feet.

"I can't drink. Pregnant," Freya said, gesturing to her stomach. Donna stared at her for a moment before sighing.

"Fine. We won't drink. No alcohol it is," she said dramatically before pulling Freya over towards the open bar. Freya allowed herself to be tugged along.

Donna got her and Freya both an orange juice apiece before leading them to an abandoned table near the dancing.

"How do you know Marie and Masen?" Freya asked curiously.

"My fiancé used to work with Masen, back at Canary Wharf. At least, that's what he said. I don't know a bloody person here," Donna admitted.

"You know me," Freya told her, earning a smile from Donna.

"You're right. I do. Lucky me," Donna said, grinning at Freya. Freya couldn't help but grin back at her.

"No. Lucky me," Freya said earnestly. Donna stared at her for a moment.

"We should hang out sometime, yeah? Go shopping maybe? We could get some stuff for your baby and curse your absent husband over chocolate and chips and telly," Donna offered.

"I think I'd like that a lot," Freya admitted.

"Good. We'll have to go light on the chocolate and chips for awhile though. I get married next month. Don't wanna gain a lot of weight," Donna said.

"What day?" Freya asked curiously.

"Christmas. Bettered mark your calendar. I expect to see you there," Donna said.

"A bit demanding," Freya couldn't help but tease, only to earn a grin from Donna.

"I'm not just demanding, I'm commanding as well. I order you to be at my wedding. You aren't going to be spending Christmas alone," Donna announced.

"I wouldn't be alone," Freya tried protesting, only to earn a scoff from Donna.

"I'm sure you wouldn't. Your two friends just got married and your baby isn't born yet, and your husband's gallivanting about. You can enjoy the holiday with me and my family. They'll like you. I'll wait til then to introduce you, though. My Mum's…well, you'll understand if you have to meet her," Donna said with a wink. Freya laughed along with Donna.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said earnestly.

"Good. If I don't see you when I walk down the aisle, I'll walk right back out and give you a ring so you can have the yelling of a lifetime," Donna promised her.

"I believe you," Freya said. Donna glanced up and frowned.

"Looks like Lance is ready to leave. I'll see you later. Here. Shoot me a text. We'll get together soon," Donna promised, scribbling her number on a napkin before handing it to Freya and taking off running after a man who was already leaving.

Freya still had a smile on her face when James approached her thirty minutes later.

"What's got you so happy?" James asked her teasingly.

"I met a friend. Her name's Donna. She invited me to her wedding," Freya told him.

"Her wedding? When is it? And she invited you after just meeting you? Isn't that a bit odd?" he asked her.

"When you meet her, you'll understand. I think that's just how she is. It's on Christmas Day," Freya admitted.

"That's fantastic!" James exclaimed happily. Freya nodded.

"I know," she said before biting back a yawn.

"Come on. You're exhausted. It's time for you to get to bed," he told her, helping her up. With a final wave to Marie and Masen, the two of them left.

That night, Freya fell asleep with a smile on her face. She wasn't anywhere near the Doctor, or any closer to being reunited with him, but maybe she could carry on life here without him while she waited.

I know this is short. Sorry. Here's chapter one. I will work on the next chapter, The Runaway Bride, and we'll see when it comes up. Please leave a review letting me know what you think!

Andi