This Universe will be called, The Doctor Amy Universe. I thank TimeLordPrime for the name and the right of that goes to him/her.

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Chapter 1

The Doctor picked up the phone and said," Hello, this is The Doctor."

"Mayday, mayday, this is Jenny Smith. My ship is crashing and I'm close to the atmosphere and I might burn up soon. Someone, please respond!" A frantic female voice said.

"What? Who is this?" The Doctor asked.

To her, the voice sounded familiar but she didn't know who it was. The name though, that was familiar and the last time she heard that name was from a certain Progenerated Clone was her daughter, Jenny. Last she saw her was when she died in her arms when she was Sandshoes.

But she got that memory out of her head. Jenny was dead and thinking about her still hurt.

Just like Amy and Rory, but she finally had closure with them.

The Doctor got out of her thoughts when she heard the mayday call again, and she sprung into action and ran to the console.

"Doctor, what's going on? What's wrong?" Clara asked concerned.

The Doctor typed in coordinates from where the call originated and said," Change of plans Clara, we're heading to the atmosphere to rescue someone from a crashing ship."

Clara understood and said," What's the problem?"

The Doctor huffed in slight annoyance and said," I just said it Clara, you have to listen."

Clara scowled and said," Sheesh, what I meant was is there anything else besides that."

The Doctor barely heard her as she typed, but she did feel sorta bad for talking to her like that. She guessed her new personality also included quick impatience and annoyance.

"I got it! Once I materialize around the pilot of the ship, we need to get her to Infirmary stat, we don't what shape she's in. I need you get a bed, don't worry they have wheels."

"Got it, and don't tell me, you rode on them a couple of times?" Clara asked.

The Doctor shrugged and said with a slight smile," Maybe, I did have the mind of a bowtie man child during the time."

Clara rolled her eyes in amusement and ran off to the infirmary.

"Ok you ginger haired beauty, let's rock and roll." The Doctor said to herself.

"Shut up." The Doctor said to the TARDIS as she had sent amused waves that sounded like laughter.

She then typed the last couple of commands and she then pulled the lever.

Vrroomp. Vrroomp. Vrroomp.

In the corner of her eye, she saw the shape of someone materializing onto the floor of the TARDIS and then was fully inside. And not a moment too soon because she saw the reading of the other ship and it had already burned in the atmosphere and was starting to disintegrate like a small meteor. The Doctor then moved the TARDIS into the Time Vortex.

She breathed a sigh of relief, not bad for someone who had regenerated a couple of hours ago or so.

Amy would be proud.

"Doctor! I brought the gurney." Clara said as she came in.

"Good Clara, now let's see who our guest is."

The Doctor turned and bent to check on the still form and moved her. She gasped at who she saw and her eyes widened.

No it can't be.

A girl who had blonde hair, which was in a ponytail, laid on the floor. She wore a black shirt, a necklace with a green gem of sorts, brown cargo pants, some sneakers and a brown leather jacket by her side.

The Doctor saw that face on Messaline but she was dead, but here she was, alive.

Clara could tell The Doctor had seen this person before, but it seemed she was seeing a ghost of sorts. Her pale face looked paler.

"Doctor, who is she?"

The Doctor looked at Clara with a shocked expression and said," She's Jenny… she's my daughter.

Clara blinked, perhaps she didn't hear her right. Daughter? Clara knew she had never mentioned a daughter. Well granted, she knew The Doctor had kids but they were on Gallifrey in some pocket dimension or back in the original spot were the planet should be.

"I beg your pardon?" Clara said.

"No time, let's get her to the infirmary."

The Doctor picked Jenny up from under her arms while Clara got her legs and they hoisted her up onto the bed. The Doctor then wheeled her to the infirmary with Clara by her side.

Her mind was still reeling, her daughter was alive.