SUMMARY
This isn't that story of a lost little girl traveling the universe and beyond, searching for a Doctor. If you're looking for that heartwarming tale of a supposed deceased daughter searching and finding her traveling father. Look elsewhere. If that's you're hope, turn away, plug your ears, cover your eyes. For this is the tale of young woman with 7 years of traveling under her belt and finally getting lucky enough to find her father. By mere coincidence. But if you remember, this wasn't that story. This is the story of the father and daughter catching a glimpse of each other and being forcefully separated. This is the story of a young woman finding solace with two traveling brothers, oddly enough, very similar to herself.
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"The 61st Century!" The Doctor exclaimed as he led the way for Clara out of the TARDIS, his arms spread wide as he spun around. He was excited to, for once, show his companion a future where they didn't have to run for their lives. Where they could explore and have fun and forget. Without getting caught up in another disaster, that is. "Still Planet Earth but about 4000 years in your future. The music group, HAZR, is on a universal tour! I wonder if they've met me yet, let me see here..." The Doctor trailed off as he sniffed the air, his tongue protruding from his mouth as though he could taste the air, his odd way of trying to figure out the exact year. Clara laughed as she walked beside him, enjoying his odd antics. Though she had assumed he had been here at some point in his life as she thought she had heard someone calling his name, if by the way The Doctor was looking, it probably was just her imagination. "Ah, not yet! But we're close! In a couple of years HAZR is going to invent Subjective Fusion and Idiosyncratic Rock. Let me tell you, those guys know how to party!"
"So, just a concert this time?" Clara asked with a smile, prodding his shoulder with her finger. Faintly she heard it again, someone calling The Doctor's name.
"Clara, Clara, Clara...when will you ever learn? Nothing is ever as it seems unless it's exactly that. But with HAZR you had best believe it's never just a concert! Just wait and see, it's so much more and...Did you hear that?" The Doctor asked her curiously as he spun around, trying to find the source of the sound. A voice, a woman's voice maybe, it was too far to tell.
"Yeah, I've heard it since we left the TARDIS but I thought I may have been hearing things. Someone is looking for you? I thought you haven't been here yet?" Clara asked as they stopped and she to tried to find the source. That was when she saw it, or rather her. It was a young woman in cameo cargo pants and a green tank, a black and white stripped tote hitting her hip as she ran toward them. The woman's light blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, her bangs swept over her forehead and covered the end of her thin brow as it was brushed behind her right ear. The woman stopped and yelled something else, hoping to catch The Doctor's attention. The woman was still too far away for Clara to hear exactly what she had said and as she turned to The Doctor to inform him of her findings she noticed his frozen state. "Doctor?"
"That's impossible." The Doctor murmured as he watched the blonde, Clara felt a twinge of jealousy at the familiarity in his eyes but shook it off, pushing him forward slightly. She looked away for a second and noticed he had already began walking quickly toward the woman, the smile on the blonde's face so large Clara thought she might burst. That's when she saw it, as she ran to catch up to The Doctor, Clara saw a statue right behind the blonde. An angel that certainly hadn't been there before, one that had a sinister smile. She quickly looked over to the Doctor and noticed he hadn't see it, it was strategically placed right behind the woman so that he couldn't see it. Small enough to hide behind even this woman's petite form. So maybe it had been there before? It was just hidden behind the small woman, but when she looked back toward the blonde Clara knew that she was wrong. For the small Angel statue now had its arms outstretched, reaching for the blonde.
"Watch out!" Clara yelled as she began running toward the woman-rather than after The Doctor, unsure as to what would happen but hoping to reach her in time. Confused, The Doctor stopped in his tracks and tried to see what Clara was seeing. The blonde, on the other hand, stood with furrowed brows before slowly turning around. Clara knew, that was when The Doctor saw it, the statue. She knew he would know what it was and how to fight it. But she also knew that they were still too far away to reach the blonde in time. Clara also knew that the woman realized this as well because she turned back to face The Doctor one last time, the look on her face broke Clara's heart.
"No!" The Doctor yelled as the woman mouthed her apology, her mouth opening to yell one last thing but it was too late because right before Clara's eyes, at the Angel's touch, the blonde woman vanished. All that was left to prove anyone had been there was the small statue of an Angel, the smirk sending a shudder down Clara's spine. "Clara! Keep your eyes on it! And don't blink!" The Doctor ordered her as they neared the statue, his sonic out and already scanning the statue as well as the area the woman had been standing.
"What?" Clara asked, her gaze leaving the Angel for a second to look at The Doctor before looking back, only to realize there was nothing there. "What the...Doctor it's...it's gone!" Clara frantically told The Doctor as she looked around, trying to find the statue. The Doctor glanced up from his sonic screwdriver and sighed in frustration as they stopped at the area the woman and the angel had once been. "Doctor what was that?" Clara asked as she searched the area, desperately trying to find the statue. "Doctor!" She yelled once more, finally gaining his attention again. He looked away from his sonic and over to her, the pain he usually kept so well hidden in plain view for her to see. His eyes bright with a loss she couldn't understand. "Doctor...who was she?"
The Doctor stood, gazing at the spot she had once stood, his trusty sonic screwdriver help limply in his hand. Clara opened her mouth to gain his attention once more but found that she hadn't need to. "That was..." The Doctor paused, eyes glazing over as he stared back at the TARDIS before his gaze returned to the empty spot. Clara waiting patiently beside him, watching as he struggled with the information. "My daughter."
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Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading! Well, that is IF anyone actually reads this. I know there are so many other fantastic Doctor Who fics out there.
I apologize beforehand for any failage that you see. I have no Beta and therefore I may suck at life. Also sorry that it was short, it's only the Prologue?
[Will delete this bit later]
Anyway! As a side note, I'll add the Actual Characters and the Crossover Info and such later. Probably when I post the first official chapter? I didn't want to make it TOO obvious who this was about. I'll also be adding characters to the info as they appear, as of right now I don't believe I have any OCs. Maybe a deceased victim or two? Also, considering you can only fit 4 characters I'll have to figure that bit out later? Good luck me.
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Also, just in case anyone was curious [no? okay ._.], I've been working on an actual story of Jenny's travels [there really is not enough!] but I didn't want to post that yet [mostly 'cause I have an outline/timeline, not an actual story written]. The idea for THIS fic though has been swimming in my head for a while but it didn't fit in with that other story so...yay Alternate Universe! That bit will make sense later...I hope. Wibbly Wobbly.
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