So this is the first part of my extended story. Set during the Stolen Earth/Journey's End Story Arc, and is AU for everything after "Turn Right".
I will let you know now, the Meta-crisis Doctor or Doctor/Donna will not exist in this story, so the ending is completely new.
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N.B This may be changed in the next few days as I get it Beta'd
She knew she was different. Always that same nagging feeling, that feeling that (although she played a part) she was never truly connected to the world in which she existed. Now she had the proof: undeniable, unquestionable proof. She couldn't help but to shudder as she breathed deeply, calming herself. All the while never taking her deep brown eyes from the brass fob-watch in her hands.
Placing the watch carefully on the table in front of her, she mulled the curious device that held all of the answers.
"But it looks just like your average pocket-watch. A silly, broken, pocket-watch from years past. Such an ordinary, silly thing could not possibly contain an entire consciousness!"
"Its physically IMPOSSIBLE!" She hadn't meant to, but she found herself shouting the last part to the watch in front of her, causing the strange man with the long, military-style overcoat to burst into the room.
"Everything OK? Listen, I know that this is a lot to take in over an hour, and I don't want to pressure you, or anything, but there is the universe to save, so accepting that watch and opening it is kind of a priority right now."
Captain Jack Harkness had said this to her in quite the reassuring manner, but she could detect the impatience in his voice. It was Jack who had given her the watch, told her of the Doctor and Rose, of the Daleks, and of how she fit into the world and universe. The Daleks were the only part of the story she couldn't deny, and how could she?! She could see them on the streets, their ships in the sky, taking people, killing those who resisted. It was an invasion, Jack told her, and that was a fact no creature on Earth could deny.
What she could deny, though, was the existence of the other two names. The Doctor and his Rose. Jack had told her so many impossible tales of the lonely god and his faithful companion. For a good solid 20 minutes he had jumped back and forth between stories, one moment telling her of a magical ship (the TARDIS if she was remembering correctly) that travelled in time and space, the next about creatures called the Slitheen (who were supposedly behind the destruction of 10 Downing Street a few years earlier), and then the Daleks. But all of this was believable.
What was simply impossible was that this Doctor (who refused to part with anything but his title) was supposedly an alien called a Time Lord, and that the human called Rose was trapped in a parallel universe because of that Canary Wharf trouble.
"Uh huh. Canary Wharf was nothing but a hologram, something to promote a new movie. I highly doubt that was aliens; we would have been prepared this time if aliens had invaded us 2 years ago."
She had shrugged dismissively at this information, vowing to take everything else said by this Jack with a (very large) pinch of salt.
Then he had parted with a piece of information so terrible, so impossible, that she had been staring at the strange watch with a mixture of dread and fear for the last half an hour. Something in the strange swirls and circles told her that what the mysterious Jack was telling her was the truth, and that opening the watch would prove that. But she was scared. Jack had told her that the Daleks hated all Time Lords, and that they would track her once she opened the watch. She didn't want to die.
She picked up the watch, going over the dreadful piece of information in her head again:
She was the Doctor and Rose's daughter.