Please read and review. Set sixteen years after the events of New Old Earth and from the Millie's point of view, an original character and the Doctor and Rose's daughter. Millie has a lot of stuff going on in her life, school, a super annoying twin brother and vampires that are literally begging to be steaked. But her parents aren't all they seem, either. No, the Tyler-Smith's definitely aren't your average family but they do have skeletons in the closet. Looks like somebody need's the talk. Please read and review! So Rose and the Doctor have had their kids, Ryan and Millie. They decided it ws best to give Ryan and Millie an ordinary life so chose not to tell them about their alien and now 'demon' hunting. But well when Millie is called for pretty specific job, they're dragged straight into that world anyway. Again... PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

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/ Millie /

'Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world. She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer.' I stared at the dark haired woman in disbelief. She was petite but beautiful with a large silver crucifix hanging from her neck above a low cut vest. She didn't look much older than me, maybe about twenty or so. Honestly, she seemed all kinds of insane back then.

'A few years ago, my sister and her friends, humans, potentials and an all-powerful witch redefined the course of Slayer history. The witch, she turned all the potentials into Slayers, ensuring that they never fight alone, they live together as one. I'm telling you this because you, Millie, are special. Across the world are hundreds of girls destined for greatness. You're one of them. You have been chosen to maintain the balance between good and evil. We're counting on you.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Me? A slayer? This was insane. Ridiculous. Totally not even possible.

'My name is Dawn and I'll be your watcher, your guide, your friend. I'm sure it will be a pleasure working with you Millie Tyler-Smith.'

/ Six Months Later /

I lay in bed with my eyes tightly shut and tried to keep my heart rate steady and my breathing quiet. It's not like I'd been out all night just... most of it. It was three, I think and but I could see light from Ryan's room leaking out of the door adjacent to mine. He was probably still playing computer games.

I'd tumbled straight through the window and not even bothered to get changed, just threw the covers straight over myself even with my boots on. I knew it'd wake dad, he'd always been sensitive to noise, no matter how quiet I was.

'Millie?' he whispered from my door way. 'Millie, are you alright?'

'Yeah,' I replied softly trying to hide the exhaustion from my voice. 'Just can't sleep.' I mumbled. He was wearing his flannel pajamas as usual, white and blue striped with a navy dressing gown, untied. Dad kissed me lightly on the top of my head like I was a child and closed the door behind him. I waited until I heard the second click of my parents' bedroom door before I through off the duvet and jumped out of the bed, rushing dust all over the floor.

I flipped on the reading light right by my bed side and pulled out an old copy of Pride and Prejudice from under my mattress. I didn't read much now, not with my Slayer duties. I opened the old dusty looking book and in the gap I'd cut out slipped in my lucky steak. I pulled my boots off and untied my utility belt.

That had been Andrew's idea, a utility belt. He was right; it was useful but still totally dorky. From it, I pulled out three knives, an axe, a bottle of Holy water, a wooden crucifix and two other steaks.

Trying to keep the volume to a minimum, I pulled out from under my bed an old wooden chest owned by Dawn's sister - the original and oldest living slayer: Buffy Summers, the girl who redefined history, redefined what it meant to be a slayer. I opened two gold metal clasps and flipped open the lid. It was amazing to own it and all, an honor, even, but it still looked like something from a pirate movie. I tossed in the weapons along with the rest of my 'home' weapons and folded my belt on top. I sat cross-legged on the floor and began unhooking my silver crucifix necklace.

I saw a shadow cast under my door from the other side. I cussed under my breath and panicked to myself. Before I could hide the weapons it was too late, the door was already open. Ryan stood at the door and looked over the weapons.

'What are you doing?' He demanded. I let out a sigh of relief as he dived onto my bed. God, he was annoying but at least he wasn't dad.

'Slayer stuff.' I said as I buckled up the chest. 'Get out.'

'You're gonna have to tell them some time,' Ryan grinned as his dark, floppy hair hung over his face.

'No. No I'm not. Don't you have other people to annoy? Oh wait...' I said bitterly to my brother as I pushed the chest back under my bed. Sometimes I just wished I could chop his head off – and I totally could. Damn, I must use these powers for good. Although, I'd always been convinced he was evil…

'Whatever,' he teased. 'And keep it down.' Ryan sat up and handed me a sheet paper I hadn't noticed he'd been holding. 'Homework, here.' I sighed. Damn! I'd missed English class again today, I'd been training with Dawn and the girls. Some of the anyway.

Four camps had been set up across the world. One of them was right here in London, two in America and one in China. We'd covered it in one of our theory lessons – but I'd never really been into the modern studies section. I much preferred the history and actual vamp-busting. Dawn was staying here right now, but she'd be leaving again soon for LA.

'Thanks.' I said to Ryan looking over the questions. It was pretty basic stuff, just on Shakespeare and sonnets and whatever.

Mom and Dad never really noticed I wasn't at school so much. They always had their own things going on. Weird things; they're investigator's, see. That suited me fine though, I had my own weird stuff going on.

Ryan stood up to leave after he was done annoying me. 'Night,' he whispered as he opened the door. He was careful to make as little noise as possible although he knew dad would hear.

'Night.' I replied. I didn't hate him all that much although being a twin definitely sucked.

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/ Rose /

'Spike?' I asked when I answered the phone. It was such a surprise to hear his voice again. 'How much is this costing? Are you still in LA?' It was like five am, so the time matched up, right?

'No,' He said from the other side of the line. 'Me and Angel are on a plane. To London.' His voice was a little slurred so I guess he'd been drinking those minny booze bottles again. (Every. Signal. Time.) But he did seem quite serious.

'Coming for a social visit or…?' I giggled.

'No, Rose – something's happened.' He said seriously. 'A Hellmouth, we think it's opening.' Wow. Here? Was my first thought. Those things usually seemed to go off in America.

'What? In London?' I couldn't believe it. Okay, yes, I was scared but the rush of excitement and adrenaline that filled me was amazing. 'Okay, thanks for letting me know – meet you there? What's the address or the Slayer school?' Spike gave it to me, quite reluctantly.

'Alright, bring your man if you like.' He added, no doubt he was smiling cheekily to himself with a sort of pout.

I rolled over to the Doctor and faced him. He was smiling just as wide as I was. 'Alons-y' I cried, grinning massively. 'Come on, get your screwdriver, were off.'

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/ Millie /

The day started out downright average. In the morning, (well… four hours after a dreamless sleep) I awoke to find a note by the side of my bed.

'Sorry, sweetie, we had to nip out for a while, don't know when we'll be back… Love you loads mum and dad. Xxx'

Terrific. I scraped my platinum blond hair away from my freckled face and pulled on a pair of freshly washed and ironed jeans. I did the same with a T-shirt and made my way to the bathroom. Ryan was still snoring thickly from his room so when I was done cleaning up I only made breakfast for myself. Toast and tea. Tea and toast.

It was a Saturday so the school wouldn't be open till later. Not 'school' school but training school, for Slayers and stuff. Luckily, I had my spare key so I decided to go early. I knew Andrew would still be sleeping and nobody, not even Dawn, really came downstairs on a Saturday till noon. I had the place to myself. I could do with working on my magic, so far the biggest thing I could float was a pencil. And even then it was iffy.

I whispered the chant I'd read from the text book and my Hb began to float slightly above the table. It was more a hover than a float but it was still pretty impressive. Instead of spinning around it just sort of wavered or wobbled from left to right – I knew I should have just stuck with Slaying but no-o-o-o I have to be all big and take a magic course as well. I sighed as the pencil dropped to the ground. I bent down to pick it up to try again when a deafening bang shook the ground from my feet, knocking me straight over. I thought Slayers were immune to clumsiness. Damn!

I dropped the pencil again and yanked an axe from the weapons cabinet. A short moment later, the rest of the Slayers (the ones who were staying here anyway), Andrew, Dawn and the others came running down the stairs, through the corridor and into the dining hall where I was, some of them, not even dressed.

'What the hell was that?' Dawn asked me. I shook my head to say I didn't know. We gathered in a cluster, with our backs facing, each of us holding a different weapon. I noted some were old, like really old, Roman period old, and some were newly fashioned, cutting edge (in both senses, yes) and some of the girls even had hand-crafted weapons or large-scale steaks they'd made themselves.

'Ohmigosh!' I cried as I truly wasn't expecting what came next. My heart began to beat hundreds of seconds faster and I thought I might faint. Oswin, one of the girls, my best friend here, actually, rested a hand on my shoulder though she was as equally surprised as me to see my parents stood in the doorway.

Their mouths dropped open, as did mine. Dad stood before me in a navy pin-stripe suit, brainy specs (much like my own) and worn red converses pointing one of his 'prototypes' into the sky. It looked like some kind of mechanical screwdriver, I'd always thought – all of them did, but he never spoke about it. Only this one was glowing green. Mom stood next to him, their arms linked, with her hair ruffled from running.

'Millie?' They asked in unison.