Yeah…well…just yeah. I watched The Impossible Astronaut, then Day of the Moon, and I loved both of them! This series has gone off with a bang. I was like 'OMG Amy's pregnant!' I squeed! So yeah…Day of the Moon. Holy crap! Negative…Positive…Negative…Positive…and in the end, the Doctor's face was like 'I'm screwed'. AND the little Time Lord girl scaring that homeless guy! Sorry, spoilers, but x-RavenclawGirl-x (a frenemy of mine who has awesome stories!) asked me to do this. So here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, the 10th Doctor would be mine and I'd give the 11th to x-RavenclawGirl-x

For fourteen years, she'd been happy. A boring life, yes, but she was happy living a life like that. She loved the life of a farm-girl. From feeding the hens to milking their cow, she loved it all. Unlike other girls her age, she enjoyed doing her chores. The other girls at school, all city rich-bitches, would make a face of disgust and say something along the lines of 'Ugh, who would want to do that?' but she didn't care. She loved her life exactly the way it was. She thought herself lucky: her parents hadn't even fought once, let alone split up, she had wide open spaces to run in, and, best of all, her mother's stories of the Doctor.

Now that she was fourteen, she was smart enough to know the Doctor was only a made-up person, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the tales of adventure her mother told. From the Daleks, to Vampire Fish, to the Silence, right down to that little blue box. She used to imagine that box would appear in her backyard someday, and she could go on the adventures her mother had spoken of. But, she knew that sooner or later, she'd have to grow up, and realise that all these things were fairytales, imaginary, not real.

But growing up also means handling the truth well. And Samantha River Pond was about to be tested on her truth-handling skills.

It was almost six o'clock in the morning, and Samantha was just about done getting dressed. Her usual checked cloth shirt, tucked into denim short-shorts and tied together with dirty, blue Converse made her look the perfect part for a farm girl living on a few hundred acres out in the English countryside. It was her life, and she wished it would never change. Stretching her arms above her head, Samantha skipped out her room and down the wooden stairs. She was surprised to see her mother sitting at the table. Sam knew her mum liked to sleep in. Both her parents did, but her dad usually had to get up early.

"Morning Mum!" Sam greeted cheerily, skipping to the table and picking a ripe apple from the bowl in the centre.

"Morning Sammy…" her mum mumbled, and Sam furrowed her brow in confusion. Her mum always said good morning nicely (even when she was tired), unless she was thinking deeply about something serious. Sam knew what she was thinking about, except…she didn't. She did and she didn't, it was rather confusing. She knew in the sense that she was aware her parents were hiding something from her, something they promised they'd tell her when the time was right. She didn't, in the sense that she had no idea what that something was.

Shrugging it off, Samantha brushed her ginger hair out of her face and skipped outside to feed the chickens. She knew the story of how her mum and dad always wanted to raise their kids in a wide open area, so as soon as they knew she was going to be born, they bought the farm house. Because it was so far away from everything else, that had made things complicated when it was time for her to be born, but both Sam and her mother had lived through it, and that's all that mattered. Sam hardly asked about her childhood, but she remembered it vaguely. It bothered her sometimes, but most of the time she could pass it by.

Barking snapped Samantha out of her thoughts, and she snapped back into reality to see her brown border collie, Fi, bounding towards her. Fi was in a litter of puppies from their closest neighbour (which, ironically enough, lived four miles away). She was only eight months, but incredibly loyal and well-behaved for her age. She followed Sam everywhere, even to the sales she often went to, to help with Mr. Davon's horses.

"Hey there, Fi!" Samantha cooed, crouching down to scratch her dog's ear, "Who's a good puppy?"

Fi barked excitedly in answer and ran in circles around Sam's feet a few times, to which Sam laughed and carried on to the chicken coop. Grabbing a silver pail hanging on the side of the hen-house, she walked inside the rather large coop and started collecting all the eggs. Quite a few, maybe she should ask to make poached eggs for lunch. After she'd finished with the hens, Sam took another pail to the barn to fill with milk from their cow, Belle. Technically, she wasn't their cow. They were just keeping her for a friend for extra money, but at least they got to keep the milk. Samantha found she had to use two pails, but she finally managed to milk Belle in under an hour. Next stop, the vegetable garden. Only small, but she managed to fill up a whole bucket with ripe eggplant and carrots and other things.

So that, and a whole lot more, was Samantha's routine morning. But nine o'clock, shed managed to fill a wheelbarrow of animal manure, two buckets of fresh milk, a bag of dead hair from brushing the animals, a bucket of eggs and a bucket of vegetables. Walking back inside with all the edible items she'd collected, Sam quickly poured the milk into plastic bottles, put the eggs in cartons, and, after they'd been washed, vegetables in a plastic bag, and all into the fridge before nine-thirty. Wiping her brow, Samantha turned to see both her parents sitting at the table, looking at her seriously.

"We, um…" began Sam awkwardly, "We have enough eggs for breakfast…if you'd like me to make some omelettes…"

There was silence for a few strange moments, before her dad spoke up.

"Don't you think you work too hard?" he asked, but Sam shook her head.

"Not at all!" she giggled, "I love helping out! It's like…my job! Now, do you want omelettes or not?"

Sam's mum shook her head, her grey eyes round and glistening with what Sam thought was tears.

"Rory…" she said weakly, her voice cracking, "I…I think we need to tell her."

Sam's curiosity was piqued, and she almost fell over with anticipation.

"Tell me what?" she asked, but her parents didn't seem to have heard.

"No!" her dad insisted, "She…she can't know now. It's too soon."

"She has to find out sooner or later!" Sam's mum nearly yelled, "I'd rather sooner, before it's too late!"

"Amy, listen to me -"

"No!" now her mum was officially yelling, and Samantha had no idea why, "I won't listen! We've both seen the dangers out there, and we both know it'd be for the best if she was told before she finds herself in any trouble!"

"Um, guys?" Sam squeaked, but it couldn't be heard over her parent's shouting. Now both of them were standing up and looking each other coldly in the eye.

"Well, you tell her then," her dad said coldly, "She's your daughter!"

"She's your daughter too, Rory…" her mum whispered, tearing up. But Sam's dad wasn't one to give in to that, so he kept yelling.

"You know very well she isn't!" he shouted, "So tell her, but don't ask me to stand here and watch!"

"Guys…" Sam whispered, feeling confused about all this. What did her dad mean by 'You know very well she isn't'?

"You knew this day was coming!" her mum cried, altogether forgetting her daughter was standing there, "And I think today's the best day to tell her, since she looks able to handle it!"

"She looks able to…? Amy, she can't even handle watching us fight - look at her! If she can't stand this, she won't be able to take being told that she's a -"

"Guys!" Samantha yelled, snapping both her parents from their fight. A few tears fell down her cheek, and her mum started crying properly. Why was she sad? Sam had no clue, until she thought she saw a glint of gold on her cheek. She felt her face, but only felt her tears. This was odd, because the yellowish glow now looked like it was on her hands too. It must be a trick of the light, Sam reckoned. Unless…

Pulling her hands away from her face, Sam's first reaction was to scream when she looked at the tears resting on her fingers. They were normal and clear, except that they were glowing yellowish-gold. Sam wiped her hands on her shirt, and instantly the glow faded. This was so confusing, and Sam just knew her parents knew what was going on.

"Mum…" she mumbled worriedly, "What's happening?"

"Amy, it's okay." Sam's dad comforted, "He said this would be normal. She's still so young, he said it would take a while for all that energy to drain."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Amy lay a hand on her daughter's shoulder and knelt down to look her in the eye. Samantha had no clue what was going on, and it basically tortured her.

"Sammy…" her mum said, "No matter what happens, we'll always love you, okay?"

Sam sniffed and wiped more of the glowing tears from her eyes, nodding.

"Now listen closely." Amy continued, "Pay attention, because your life will depend on it someday. You know the Doctor, the man in those stories I tell you?"

Sam nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Well…he's real. All those things, all those adventures I told you about were real. I was there, Rory was there. We were both there."

Samantha raised her eyebrow, wondering if her mum had lost it, or why she didn't refer to Rory as 'your dad'.

"More importantly," her mum went on, "He's…he's your dad."

Eyes widening to the size of dishes, Sam tried to find something of a joke in what her mum said. This was…ridiculous! Her mother had finally lost it! But Sam decided to play along, because she saw some truth in her mother's words.

"But…he's an alien!" Sam protested. Only when her mum nodded, did the pin finally drop.

"That would mean…I'm an…" she went on, piecing it together.

"Alien…" her mother finished, tucking some of Sam's red hair behind her ear, "We didn't go to the hospital when you were born, because they would notice you were different and take you away."

"Was I even born on Earth?" Sam confronted, and she knew the answer as soon as her mother's eyes widened.

"You were born on Earth…technically." she said, "Only on New Earth, a long time in the future. I'm sorry Sammy, but I thought you'd figure out you didn't look like me and Rory - Rory especially."

Looking at her mother, did only now Sam see she wasn't as identical to her as she once thought. Her mother had green eyes, while she had grey; her mum's face was freckled, while she was just pale. The thought of being an alien made her feel sick. She couldn't take just standing here, so she ran up the stairs and to her room, slamming the door shut with a bang. When she was absolutely certain no-one was coming up for her, she collapsed on her bed and cried. How could her parents - well, her mother and Rory - neglect to tell her she was an alien? It wasn't that tiny a detail!

Samantha cried for hours. She refused to come down to dinner, and the only time her mum opened the door was to let Fi in, afterwards leaving without a word. Sam didn't care, she preferred it that way. She liked it just her and Fi, no-one else. She didn't get much sleep either; and when she stopped crying completely, she saw on her clock it was quarter to five in the morning. No-one should be up for another hour. And that's when Sam got the idea.

Treading across the room as quietly as she could, Samantha opened her wardrobe and took out her warmest clothes: a pair of long jeans, a long-sleeved, purple T-shirt and a black hoodie. Not her usual clothes, but at least she was able to put on her usual blue Converse (which she now remembered her mother referring to the colour as 'TARDIS blue') and a watch. She was dressed quickly, and managed to creak her door open without waking Fi. Tiptoeing, almost scared of making a sound, Samantha went down the stairs. She skipped the ones she knew creaked, and eventually made it to the first floor. Grabbing two apples and putting them in the pockets of her hoodie, she then got down on all fours in front of the door. She knew it creaked very loudly, and that she was small enough to fit through the dog-door. It was a sad thing to admit, but she managed to make it through without a struggle.

Taking a step forward, Sam flinched as she heard rapidly creaking stairs, something scraping against the wooden kitchen floors, then something bound out the dog-door. Sam raised an eyebrow. Fi must've heard her go through the dog-door. She didn't bark, probably aware that Sam was trying to be as quiet as possible. She whined in confusion, tilting her head to the side.

"Shush girl!" Sam whispered urgently, kneeling down to stroke her dog's fur, "I have to go find my dad, you can't come with me."

But Fi was having none of it. She whined even louder at Sam's words, threatening to bark. Samantha sighed, she'd have to take Fi. She was the only dog who'd be able to tell her mum and Rory where she was. The other dogs, Tally and Rex, couldn't do it. Tally was too old, and Rex didn't like Sam one bit. So she had to take Fi with her. Undoing her dog's collar, Sam left it on the ground and walked to the gate. She'd oiled it a few days ago, so it didn't squeak and grind like it usually did. Letting Fi come through, Sam closed the gate to eliminate suspicion, took one last look at her house, then walked to the road.

It was safer to travel by road, otherwise she'd leave footprints. When she was about a mile down the road, she checked her watch. It was six o'clock, and no doubt someone would be up. That thought made her walk faster, horrified that they might already be looking for her. If she didn't hurry, she'd be found by lunch and grounded 'til she was twenty!

Surprisingly, she didn't hear or see a car until midday, which meant her parents either didn't know, didn't care, or went the wrong way. The first car she saw actually was only parked in a driveway, so she wasn't all too worried. When a few hours later she came to her favourite thinking area: a large, green dog-park with trees, a giant ditch, a corn field out back and no-one else ever around, she cut across and headed for the ditch. She hadn't even gone two metres when she heard a horrifying sound: the sound of a car behind her. Fearing the worst, Sam turning to see the family car speeding down the dirt road. Only Rory was in the front, so that made things a little better. But it didn't stop Sam from running. She didn't care that her side were hurting and she was weak from lack of food; she kept running. Faster and faster until she reached the ditch.

There was mud all the way down, so that made it easy for Sam to slide. Fi knew the routine, and followed her mistress down the steep hill, her tongue flapping at the side of her mouth. Reaching the bottom, Sam stood, but suddenly found she lost her balance. Tumbling to the ground, Samantha found herself caught by a pair of strong arms before she could roll into a deeper part of the ditch. Using the hands as support, Samantha stood and turned, only to see Rory. She flinched when she saw him, and how unimpressed he look. Still, there was a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

"Please!" Samantha pleaded, "Please let me go Dad - I mean, Rory. Please let me go find the Doctor!"

"What would I tell your mother?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Sam exclaimed, "Tell her you didn't find me!"

"She'll call the police." Rory pointed out, "You'll basically be a fugitive, because everyone knows you, and the people who don't will have 'Lost' posters in the village as references. You'd be saving yourself a lot of trouble if you just came back now. Please? Do it for you mum."

At that, Samantha was tempted, but then shook her head upon remembering why she was running away in the first place.

"If I come back now, it'll be like giving up." she sighed, "I don't do 'giving up'."

Rory smiled, and ruffled her hair.

"You're just like him." he laughed, "Never giving up. Fine, I'll tell her I didn't find you, but you're on your own now."

"Pfft," Sam scoffed, putting on a Texan accent, "I've stayed out in a hurricane to fix the chicken coop, shot foxes, heck I've helped a sheep give birth! I've been living on a farm for my whole life and been independent since I was five! I think I can take on the world with my dog!"

"Yes…but can you take on the universe?" Rory said, his voice almost threatening. Sam just had to widen her eyes at this. The universe? Could she handle that?

"I…I'm sure I could take on one silly little universe!" she said nervously, sounding like she was trying to persuade herself rather than Rory, "Like I said: not trying is like giving up! So just tell mum you couldn't find me, and that I'd probably be fine! I got Fi with me, remember?"

"She'll be lost without you." Rory pointed out.

Sam shrugged.

"I dunno, raise another kid." she suggested, "Preferably your own this time, I can't understand how you've managed to live with me all these years, knowing I'm neither legitimate nor your daughter."

Samantha turned around to keep going, but stopped short when she felt Rory's hand on her shoulder.

"You are my daughter, in a sense," he said softly, "You mother believes that the real father is the man she really loves; and honestly, that doesn't persuade me at all. But the point is, I've raised you like my own child for fourteen years, and I know you better than the Doctor ever will. Okay yeah, it sounds weird that I've been raising a half-alien daughter with hardly a clue about her race, but I still love you. I still care what happens to you. I still want you home safely."

Without warning, he gave Samantha a hug, telling her to scoot off after he pulled back.

"Keep mum from doing anything stupid," Sam joked, "But after you've let her sleep with an alien, I don't really hold you to that. Bye Rory."

Rory rolled his eyes at Sam's comment, but waved a bit then hiked back up the ditch to the car. Samantha watched until he was gone, then turned around, shivered a bit, and made her way to the other side of the ditch. She looked up the steep wall. Hm, that could be dangerous, but Samantha River Pond wasn't one to back down from danger. The thing that bothered her was that it wasn't daylight savings, and it was winter, so it was already getting dark. She looked at her watch. It said five o'clock. So she might as well set up camp here for the night. She was fearless, not stupid; and she knew climbing that thing in the dark would be stupid.

Sam shivered again. Strange, it wasn't even cold out, which was also strange. This was England, five o'clock at night, the middle of winter - it should be freezing! And yet, the only thing that made Sam really shiver was that she thought someone was watching her. Never a good feeling, especially at night. But she tried to think of something else to take her mind off it. Rory would be home by now, lying through his teeth that he hadn't found her. Sam felt almost guilty. Her mother…she'd be devastated. Almost as devastated as Sam felt when she was told she was an alien child. Well now, she was just returning the favour.

Her thoughts were cut off by wailing sirens. Police sirens. Sam froze and hoped that they'd drive past. But she must've used up all her luck with persuading Rory to let her go, because the significant skid of tires on the gravel was soon heard. Pulling Fi into the shadows, Sam watched in terror as flashlights shone on the opposite wall of the ditch. Would they come down? Would she and Fi be caught in the beam of a flashlight? Luckily, all the police did was call her name and the flashlight beams stayed away from her. Sam kept a grip on Fi, who felt the tension and was silent. After a while, the flashlights flickered off and the police turned around.

"No, we didn't find her." Sam heard one officer say into his walkie-talkie, "Yeah, tell 'em the possibilities. If Samantha's run away, she's far off now, and we'll search tomorrow. If she's been taken…well, tell 'em to hope for the best."

Samantha had to bite her fist to stop herself from crying out loud. More glowing tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of how upset she'd made everyone. They thought she could be dead! But, if it would stop the police searching, it might be a good thing.

"C'mon Fi," Samantha said when she heard the cars pull away, "Time for sleep."

Pulling up her hoodie for warmth and to use as a pillow, Sam lay on the ground, cuddled Fi close to her, and fell asleep thinking about how she was going to find the Doctor.

Little did she know that she was being watched even as she slept by aliens that were intent on bringing Silence to the Doctor, and his companions.

Derp! I guess the way I capitalised 'silence' would be a giveaway. Huh? Anyway…yeah, did you like it? I'll update soon!

Luv Elisha