A/N~ Hello my darlings! I hope that you are all excited for the next installment in the Angel series! So, just as a general disclaimer, the only thing that I own for this series is the Angel, aka Catherine Amelia Delta Rose Song.

Also, I know that in Codename: Angel, it was stated that Catherine was 7 when the Doctor found her, but I am changing that. She was four when he found her. It just makes it so that I can do a lot more things with her, and use a lot more stories from my own experiences.

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As I kissed her forehead once more, I made her a promise, one that I swore to keep throughout all of time and space.

"I promise you, my sweet angel girl, that I will always be there for you. No matter what, I will always catch you, and I will always find you."

Jackson Kinch's P.O.V.

Professor Song's class was hard, there was no doubt about that.

But everyone loved it anyways.

I had been one of her students before taking the post as her teaching assistant.

She was a tough teacher, but she wasn't strict. Unlike most teachers, she was engaging, and always had her classes undivided attention. But no matter what, she always had time for students, even if they weren't hers. Everyone knew that if you had a problem, you could always talk to Professor Song about it, without having to worry about any fallout.

She was understanding if a student had a problem with their computer systems, but may the gods have mercy on your soul if you didn't do your work because you were too lazy to.

She was the teacher that you either wanted to be like, or wanted to be with - or sometimes even both.

But no one knew a thing about her. We knew that she was a professor of archaeology, of course, and that she was an alumna of Luna University, but not much else. Everyone knew that she was a major flirt, even more so than normal for the 51st century. We knew that she had published several archeological studies, and went on several digs a year, but we didn't know anything about her.

Most professors would tell you at least one thing about themselves on the first day - their favorite food, the name of their pet, something. But not Professor Song.

Even I didn't know that much about her, and I'd been her teaching assistant for 2 years now.

Until today, that is.

The professor was about 45 minutes into today's lecture: "The Emergence of Extraterrestrial Life in 21st Century Earth society," when there was a loud crash out in the hall. Some of the students glanced over for just a moment, to make sure that everything was okay, before turning their attention back to the professor. She hadn't even flinched at the noise, choosing instead to continue with her lecture as if nothing had happened.

"- Torchwood Three, led by the enigmatic Captain Jack Harkness, was one of the foremost figures behind the human races' revelation as to the existence of alien life, as well as one of its most vigilant guardians. Along with Brigadier Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, one of the founding members of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce; his daughter, Kate Stewart, chief scientific officer of UNIT; and Miss Sarah Jane Smith, who -" Professor Song was cut off by the door of the lecture hall banging open. Every head whirled around, wanting to see who would be idiotic enough to interrupt the Professor.

A young looking man had stumbled through the door, and I nearly laughed at how ridiculous he looked. He was wearing trousers which were too short and held up by red suspenders, a button down shirt with a bow tie around his neck, and a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows.

Professor Song didn't even look surprised. If anything, she looked irritated, and sighed before addressing the class.
"Class, this is my husband, Doctor Song." she smiled in amusement when she introduced him, and I could hear excited whispering from many of the girls, as well as sounds of disappointment from many of the boys, and some of the girls. I was slightly disappointed about this turn of events as well, if I was being honest. I had been flirting with her for a while now, and I had been thrilled that she was flirting back. And now to find out that she was married?

"And I know," she continued smoothly. "That he wouldn't be interrupting my class unless it was a life or death situation, or else it might become one. Isn't that right, sweetie?" that last word was punctuated by a deadly glare in his direction.

Anyone else would have at least worried if they had received that look. The first time I was on the receiving end of that look, I actually took a few steps back.

Not this "Doctor Song," though. He just smiled at her like everything was finally right in the world.

"River Song." he stated, bounding towards the podium and kissing her like his life depended on it.

That was met with a resounding slap.

"What are you going on about, sweetie?" she demanded.

He just laughed, a gleeful, infectious sound. "I found her."

Now I had no idea as to what that could have possibly meant, but apparently the Professor did.

She turned pale, before whispering, "What?"

"Professor?" I said, stepping forward anxiously. "Is there anything the matter?"

She turned to look at me, but it was almost like she wasn't really seeing me.

She raised her voice then, addressing the class. "Class dismissed."

Nobody moved, they were all frozen in shock. This was unheard of. Professor Song was the type to keep the class for a few extra minutes, not to let them go early.

"Well?" she snapped, once she realized that they were still sitting there. "I said class dismissed. Get out, go!"

They still sat there, dumbfounded, until Doctor Song intervened. "Oi, you heard her! Class dismissed!"

That got everyone moving. There was a flurry of activity as people collected their things, but they weren't fast enough.

"Daddy?"

Everyone froze as a little girl's voice called out from the back of the room. Her voice was crisp and clear as a bell, and had a melodic quality to it. It was practically enchanting.

Doctor Song answered, not taking his eyes off of the Professor. "Yes, sweetheart?"

All eyes turned to the back of the lecture hall to look at a little girl standing there.

Hushed whispers came from all directions as she took a step into the room, which soon grew louder as people realized what she was wearing.

After all, we were archaeologists. We knew when we were looking at an artifact, and that child was wearing one.

Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly, so that it was completely smooth until erupting into a mass of curls. Very familiar curls…

Her dress was deep green and bustled in the back, with a slightly lighter shade of green silk wrapping around the waist and tying into a bow.

I was so caught up in the horror of seeing a child wearing a priceless artifact that I hadn't even realized that she had continued talking.

"Daddy, did you find my mummy?"

Mummy? I thought incredulously, snapping my head to look at Professor Song. She was pale and shaking, with tears threatening to spill over.

Doctor Song nodded slightly, looking right at the Professor as he spoke. "Yes. Yes, I found your Mummy, Catherine."

Then there was a blur of green and yellow as the little girl tore across the hall, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. The professor went running to meet her, and caught her before she was even halfway across the room, pulling her up into a hug. They sank to the floor, with the Professor cradling the girl - Catherine - in her arms, frantically kissing her head, her face, her mass of curls.

It took a moment to decipher what Professor Song was actually saying.

"Oh my god." she was sobbing. "My sweet girl. Oh my lord, oh my lord..."

Doctor Song was watching their reunion with a happy smile, before he seemed to remember something, and snapped his head up to look at the class.

"If I find out that even one word of this has left this room," he began, and the terrifying look in his eyes made me believe every word that he said. "I will make sure that you will never speak another word. Is that clear?" he finished, and like the old Earth saying goes, "you could have heard a pin drop." Every head in the room nodded, including my own, and he smiled.

"Now get out." he finished, and the room was empty within the minute.