Okay, My first fic AND I unfortunately happen to be a BBC deprived American, so I haven't seen any new specials. This is set a few weeks after Journeys End and before anything else... Doctor Who crossover in the beginning, but mainly Torchwood after that.

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Since leaving Donna, he didn't quite feel ready to travel yet. So he had stayed in London, sitting in the TARDIS. She had been a best friend to him and for the last few weeks he had been lost in his greiving, guilt-filled thoughts. That explained why he didn't notice it at first, that nagging pulling feeling deep in his brain. But slowly it pushed forward into his awareness. He barely recognized it though, he didn't need to, being the last of his kind The Doctor didn't feel the telepathic distress signal of his kind very often... Or at least he shouldn't.

Realizing this impossible feeling, he went into action. He was close, the feeling was so strong that he was entirely amazed that he hadn't felt it sooner. He could use the TARDIS to track the sender, but he could tell that he would be wasting his time. He pushed through the TARDIS doors and walked into the cool rainy night. He could feel the general direction of the call and as he went further, its intensity steadily increased. He stopped when he heard it, the faint but certain sound of a crying girl. Looking around him, he spotted a form on a nearby bench. He hesitated in going forward, he was actually unsure now. How would she react? What could he say? Did she think she'd been the last too?

Coming closer to the street lamp, he saw that the girl was young, but then again if she was one of his kind she may have been anything close to five-hundred years old. He sat on the opposite side of the bench and waited for her to notice him. After about a minute he cleared his throat, causing her to jump. She moved to leave but he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait, what's wrong?" He looked up at her and held gently, but firmly, onto her wrist. She merely looked away and attempted to pull herself out of his grasp. He sat, debating whether or not to tell him that he knew what she was. "You can tell me, I swear I'll try my best to help," He lessened his grip only slightly and she looked at him. The first thing he noted of this was her eyes, chocolate brown and full of the unnatural age and wisdom that had been shared by almost all those of his species. And they were familiar, he realized that they were not unlike his own, and realizing this he took in the rest of her appearance. Long brown hair, pale skin, tall and thin, you would almost think... No. He quickly dismissed the idea, he had lost all of his children in the Time War. Then again, that's what he'd thought about The Master, and even this girl seemed impossible. Nevertheless he was certain it wasn't possible.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry I have to leave." She stood up, but he refused to relinquish his grip. She looked at him again, this time she seemed almost confused.

"I know what you are... I want to help you." She merely stared at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," She tugged harder at her wrist this time, desperate to get away from him.

"Please, I'll understand, believe me I know. My name is The Doctor," Her eyes widened at this and she sat back down. She moved her wrist again, but this time her hands went towards him. She rested her hands on his temples and closed her eyes. He could feel her searching his memories, into his past and filing through to the present. She opened her eyes and gasped.

"It's you..." she pulled her hands away and for a moment she just sat there. Suddenly, she threw her arms around him and held him tightly, as if he would disappear if she couldn't feel him there.

"Wait," He began, pulling back slightly. "How do you know me?" She was nearly smiling at him, but that put a halt in it.

"It's me... It's Amelia, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought you were dead!" She put her arms around him again and they stayed there for a moment before she spoke. "I'm so glad I found you, I'm never going to leave your side," He recognized the name only vaguely, it made him feel empty, like he'd lost something irreplaceable. There was a foggy memory of a young girl's smile and laughter but he was still unsure exactly where he'd heard it. But what she said next brought the truth and memory to a shocking clarity.

" I love you Dad."

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I've never done anything like this before, please R&R with any comments or suggestions! I'll post the second chapter tomorrow or later tonight. : )