Welcome to the first chapter to my new sequel. Now you must read my first story, The Only Way, or otherwise you won't understand this story. Well, now go on and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
"Hand me the mallet, please." The Doctor said from underneath the control panel, his hand outstretched.
"Here." Lily said as she placed the rubber hammer into her father's hand. She sat down and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She sighed as pulled her magazine open to where she left off.
The Doctor looked up at his daughter, sitting in her rumpled jeans and white tank top. He smiled as a loose strand fell across her forehead. She definitely had her mother's features, the same soft brown eyes, the way her lips curled into the same welcoming grin.
Lily looked from her magazine to her father's warming stare, she smiled, "What?"
The Doctor shook his head, "Nothing." He ducked his head and went back to his hammering. He pounded lightly on the metal grate. The Tardis groaned loudly and shuddered violently.
Lily gripped the back of the yellow chair, still trying to read the article of new hairstyles. As her father was flung about. Just as soon as the disruption started, the ship was still once more.
"She didn't like that." Lily remarked, turning the page.
"Thank for pointing that out." The Doctor replied, as he got up and threw the mallet upon the controls. He looked up at the blue-glowing column; he gave it a loving stroke in apology.
Lily finally stood and placed the magazine down of the seat. She pulled her arms over her head and gave a contented groan.
"Well, I'm going to make some tea. Want some?" Lily asked.
The Doctor nodded, "Yes, please."
"Okay, back in a bit." She said and left the room.
The Doctor watched her go, and smiled to himself. He could not believe that in three months his little girl was going to turn nineteen. Martha had been gone for 18 years, it seemed just like yesterday. But, somehow; he had managed to make it through the first week, then a month, then a year. And pretty soon, he did not have to remind himself to live.
The Doctor sat down and looked at the magazine she had been reading, he shook his head.
Lily was everything to him, and more. He could not wish for a more perfect daughter, she the one to pull him out of the darkness. He would not go far enough to say that she was his salvation, but rather his daily reminder that life had indeed carried on.
He was broke from his thoughts when Lily returned with their tea, "Here we go." She said as she handed him the cup.
"Thank you."
"So where are we off to, now? Considering I don't the Tardis is going to let you beat her with the hammer anymore." Lily said as she sipped the liquid.
The Doctor smiled, "Well I was thinking…"
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