I Won't Let Go

by TakeMyHandAndTellMeToRun

Kalila Peters seems an ordinary girl. Except for the fact that she's always where she shouldn't be, always attracting trouble. And then there's her imaginary friend who comes back every few years or so to take her away. But he always brings her back. And he so rarely has the same face, and even rarer the same person with him. But he always comes back for her. (Non-romantic fic)

1. Prologue

TMHATMTR: Hi there :) This is my first ever fic, a Doctor Who OC Fic. I know this is short, but hopefully from now on they'll get longer.

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Tuesday, eleven AM, November 2nd, 1994. An ordinary date, an ordinary day. Clouded over, but no storm clouds, nothing like that. Just an ordinary day.
Glancing round, the woman clutched the baby bundle to her chest. She'd had him park streets away, just so she could have these last few minutes with the little baby. She was awake, but not crying, waving her arms up at her mother. She'd bought the girls blanket a long way away, and she tucked it tighter around her still as she walked. She'd made one adjustment, a small patch with her name adorning the fabric sewn on. Kalila.
She sighed and stopped on a bench for a moment. She'd done everything she needed to, now she was just stalling for time. She didn't want to do what she knew she had to do. Stroking the babies face she sighed before routing through her pocket and pulling out a small trinket. A little box that if opened by the right hand would play music. Gently she raised her own hand, pressing it to the top of the box. It opened slowly and the tune started up, the sound of violins and pianos emanating from the tiny box, a quiet symphony, only heard by those very close. Kalila would never be able to open it, not till she was fully grown, not till she was ready. But she'd have it. The mysterious little box that she'd never be able to open herself, but would be hers and hers alone. There's nothing else on earth like it. Just like her girl.
She tucked the metal in next to the baby, who squealed at the invasion before settling again. Kissing her smooth forehead, the mother stood once more, starting off down the street once more to the destination she had planned originally.
With a heavy heart, she came to a stop outside the large building at the end of the street. She kissed her baby girls head a final time, stroking her cheek.

"I love you, Kalila. Never forget that. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She set the bundle down on the doorstep and, after taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell, pulled her hood up and hurried off down the street.