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Child of Time

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Summary: Rachel has a really good reason for all her social miscues... Glee/Doctor Who/Torchwood cross.

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Television > GleeJadedFR1511,7624123,2289 Dec 109 Dec 10Yes
Author: Jaded
Story: Child of Time
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea, cracky as it is. Glee is owned by Fox and Doctor Who/ Torchwood is owned by Russel T. Davies. Butterfly Kisses (Bob Carlisle) and Amazing (Westlife) are similarly not mine.
Summary: Rachel has a really good reason for all her social miscues... Glee/Torchwood/Doctor Who cross. Yes. You read that right.
A/N 1: I finally heard that John Barrowman wants to play one of Rachel's dad. Being a HUGE fan on JB, I approve of this idea. However, I kept getting these mental images and they refused to go away. Hence, you get this.
A/N 2: Also, yes, I'm aware one of Rachel's dad's are canonly African American. For the sake of the story...ignore that. Thank you.

Rachel sighed as she saw the dad's coming inside the club she'd been meeting them at. Despite her inability to shut up about them, she'd never actually introduced her dads to any of her fellow Glee-club members. Not even Puck or Finn had ever met them and she was pretty sure Kurt had only ever seen them at a distance. Now here they were. Mr. Schue had apparently heard her making plans to come with her Daddy and had decided that it sounded like a good club bonding experience. The fact the club allowed in minors before ten helped.

It wasn't that she didn't love her dad's she did, deeply and irrevocably. It was just...everyone thought she was weird at school but they'd never met her fathers.

They were ten times worse.

Neither one of them were normal to Earth standards but they both got away with it because a) her Daddy could (and had, her Papa insisted) charm the pants off a monkey and b) her Papa had this little boy persona to him that just made you like him. Or want to kill him, as Aunt Martha had said once when she didn't think Rachel had been listening.

Also, the fact her Papa sounded British really didn't help her fit in, as she'd learned at her elementary school in California.

“Rachel!” Daddy boomed happily, swooping over to hug her. She took a moment to snuggle into his great coat, a world war two woolen one Papa had gotten to replace his old one when she was four. “How was school?”

“The same,” she muttered into his chest. She looked up when she felt another pair of hands wrap around her. “Hi Papa.”

“Hi sweetheart,” he greeted her. He was looking pained, an expression that usually came with one of two things—one of his former companions visiting or Jenny. A loud whoop came through before someone crashed into the hug and she knew; her sister was home. Wonderful. As if Glee club didn't think she was crazy before.

“Rachel?”

Great timing, Mr. Schue, she thought sarcastically to herself and felt Papa and Jenny both try to stifle a laugh. She winced. One of these days, her psychic walls would stay firmly in place when her sister randomly crashed.

“Mr. Schuester, I'd like you meet my fathers, Captain Jack Harkness and Dr. John Smith,” she motioned at each. Jenny bounced in place on the other side of Papa, looking, as always, like she'd just inhaled three energy drinks in one go. “And my older sister, Jenny.”

“Hi!” Jenny greeted him, holding out a hand expectantly. Rachel just barely contained a wince; her sister still sometimes found 21st century human customs confusing. Rachel supposed she should be thankful the blonde hadn't offered her foot or, as she had one memorable time, her butt. Her Papa, who's arm was still wrapped around her waist protectively, struggled to contain another laugh.

That's not nice, he scolded her lightly, his psychic voice bright with mirth. She twitched but didn't look up at him—according to Aunt Sarah Jane, it was always looked funny to outsiders when they talked mentally like that.

You're laughing though, she pointed out as her Daddy offered his hand once Mr. Schue had shaken Jenny's. Nearby, the rest of Glee club was watching curiously and not at all subtly.

“Nice to meet you,” Daddy said and Rachel just barely caught herself from gaping at the friendly but not too friendly tone he had taken; she'd fully been expecting him to hit on Mr. Schue.

Jack promised to behave himself if we ever met your friends and teachers, Papa told her mentally as Mr. Schue smiled warmly back. He knows you don't like it when he gets outrageous.

“Captain?” Mr. Schue asked. “What branch?”

“United Nations,” Daddy answered with an easy grin.

“In other words, classified,” Jenny broke in with a bright smile. Rachel couldn't hide the wince but luckily, her sister didn't notice. Mr. Schue nodded slowly, looking at Rachel. She shrugged, not willing or wanting to explain. Shaking it off, he turned to her Papa.

“What kind of doctor?” he asked curiously, shaking his hand. Rachel held her breath. Her Papa usually answered that question 'oh, a little of this, a little of that' which probably wouldn't go over well with Mr. Schue.

“History, Physics, and Cultural Studies,” he rattled off and Rachel sighed, relieved. “Plus I dabble in others.”

Of course he had to add that. He wouldn't have been her Papa if he hadn't.

“Are those the Glee kids we've heard so much about?” Daddy asked, waving at the group. To Rachel's horror, that seemed to be all the invitation they needed to come over to investigate. “Which one of you's Puckerman?”

Noah raised his hand, looking uncertain for the first she could ever recall. She wondered for a moment if he'd ever actually had to meet the parents of one of his girlfriends before. Then she wondered how her Daddy even knew she'd dated Noah; as far as she recalled, she hadn't actually told him.

Because when it comes to you and Jenny, Jack and I have no secrets, her daddy told her simply and she almost nodded before remembering where she was. In the middle of a club where people didn't realize she was mental. Or least, not that type of mental.

“Ah, you're the boy Rachel though she was protecting from me,” Daddy said easily and Rachel abruptly wished, then and there, the earth would open her up and swallow her whole. “Hmm. I don't know why.”

“Yes you do,” Jenny said, looking puzzled. “You broke the last boy—oomph!”

“That was not Rachel, Jenny, that was you and all he wanted was something you couldn't give him,” Papa reminded her firmly as Jenny licked at the hand Rachel had slapped over her mouth.

“If he'd wanted sex, I probably could have handled that,” Daddy agreed as Rachel sighed. “That other thing? Not so much.”

Mr. Schue seemed to be turning purple and her classmates weren't faring much better—actually, Noah was looking at her like he was re-evaluting her and Santana was smirking in approval. She wasn't sure which was worse.

“Will you all be joining us tonight?” Daddy asked and Rachel mentally kicked him. He winced but other than that, didn't retaliate. “We usually perform solo but...”

“You perform here often?” Mr. Schue asked and Rachel smiled at the way her Daddy's smile lit up his face; she'd had to get her love of music from someplace and it had certainly not been Papa. She spared a brief moment to consider her birth mother and then pushed it away—she didn't need to know.

“Richard!” Daddy called, walking away without actually answering Mr. Schue. “Got the piano ready?”

“All set up for you, Captain,” the owner of the club answered as Papa ushered her and Jenny to a table and her classmates and teachers sat around them.

Daddy always started their nights with the same exact song, something that he'd actually written himself for Papa. Listening to the opening strands, she smiled as she listened to the familiar lyrics that said so much more than people would ever know.

You're like a storm against the window
Follow me around just like a shadow
I'll swim a never-ending ocean
Until you bring back your devotion

It's like I live a thousand lifetimes
Still looking for the one that feels right
See, moving on just isn't working
You lit the fire that I burn in

And all I've been doing is protecting
A lie for the sake of my pride
While all the others set me thinking
we could be more than just amazing

I guess I'm holding on to my faith
A silent hope I’m heading your way
And crawling over is so tempting
We could be more than just amazing

And all I've been doing is protecting
A lie for the sake of my pride
While all the others set me thinking
we could be more than just amazing

I couldn't see it
I must have believed a lie
If I admit it would you let me make it right
Is it all gone
Oh no

We could be more than just
we could be more than just amazing

And all I've been doing is protecting
A lie for the sake of my pride
While all the others set me thinking
we could be more than just amazing

And all I've been doing is protecting
A lie for the sake of my pride
While all the others set me thinking
straight to the point of what I'm feeling
Oh we could be more than just amazing


As her Daddy accepted the applause and Rachel took in the gobsmacked and impressed looks of her classmates, she fought of a case of the downers, as her Papa liked to put it. Part of her was upset about the glee-clubbers imposing on her family time—every week, they came and just sang (her and Daddy anyway and Jenny when she was feeling like it—they still hadn't gotten Papa onto the stage for anything but playing the piano). It was something that had always just been theirs, not even her various aunts and uncles had ever tried to join them on the Sundays. But as her Daddy started playing some VERY familiar chords, Rachel felt that all flow away. She cuddled into her Papa's side, Jenny opposite of her doing the same, and let her Daddy's voice wash over her.

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Donna and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair;
"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Papa, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

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