Just want to mention that I do NOT own Doctor Who, as obvious as that seems...I have mapped out these ideas and know exactly how the following chapters will go regardless of what happens in the actual show, so if something happens in there that happened in mine, it had nothing to do with me! Enjoy :)
There was a light. A warm, bright light that was reaching out to me, calling my name; a name I didn't hear, a name I couldn't understand. That name was Hope.
I reached out for the light, but it was getting dimmer and dimmer. My muscles were aching, my head was throbbing, and there was the taste of smoke in my mouth. I was lost and confused with no memory prior to that light; to that name.
The light was so dim; I could finally see a face. My eyes were still adjusting, but it was definitely there. And it—he, was crying. He was smiling and crying and there was hand on his shoulder, woman's. The ringing in my ear was starting to go away and I could hear them.
"Doctor, are you ok?"
"Oh, yes, I'm crying of joy! The humany stuff! So humany!" He yelled, grabbing me; hugging me. I gasped; I breathed for the first time in so long, and slipped back into unconsciousness.
Talking. Muffled at first, but definitely the two voices from before. I tried opening my eyes; but they were so heavy. I finally opened them a crack, and found the man's face very close to mine. I bolted up.
"Ah! You're awake!" he said, jumping back in response to my hasty awakening. "Can you talk?"
"Yes," I grabbed my neck, surprised with the hoarseness of my throat. I cleared it, and repeated another yes.
"What's your name, you beautiful, beautiful thing?" He half whispered.
"Nell," I lied.
"Excellent to meet you Nell!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically shaking my hand. He continued like that for a while, telling me about himself. His name was the Doctor, this was Clara, so excited to meet me, etc. etc. etc. Not once had he let go of my hand.
"Doctor," I interrupted. "Are we inside my TARDIS?" He beamed and looked ready to hug me again.
"No, you wondrous girl, we're in my TARDIS."
"Yours is right there," Clara gestured, talking for the first time. Sure enough, there was mine, parked right alongside the console of the Doctor's TARDIS.
"What made you go with red?" he asked, getting up and inspecting mine. "Did your camouflage circuit get stuck too?"
"I guess," I said, unsure of the correct answer. I didn't remember.
"Well in any case, it's a wreck on the inside. My gal is fixing her up for you though; so don't you worry." He patted his console with a warm hand. "Although, it would speed up the process if you had your sonic screwdriver on you. You know; has all the original data structure on it and what-not."
"Oh, of course," I said, my vision blurring s I reached in my pocket…did I even have pockets? Did I even have a screwdriver? But I did; and it was in that pocket that wasn't there before and I pulled it out and the Doctor stopped and his smile was gone. He whipped his out and pointed it at mine. There was a high-pitched noise and took it away, staring at me.
"Right," he said, licking his lips. "Why do you have a screwdriver that looks like mine; it just isn't possible…" he took up his screwdriver again, and this time pointed it at me, going from toe to head.
"Yes, female, that was obvious," he murmured to himself as his arm went up. "Two hearts, guessed that as well…" He had reached the eyes. He froze, screwdriver still active, pointed right at my eyes. "It can't be," he stated, barely louder than a whisper.
"Doctor?" Clara asked, starting towards him slowly. "What is it?"
"She…whoever this is…she's my daughter."