A/N- This is another one of my attempts to write a good story. Yes, it is still Doctor Who, yes it still has to do with 11, and Jenny. I'm not entirely sure where this is going, to be honest. But I hope you like it anyways! I don't own anything, that is BBC. If you like it, please review! Oh, and I might switch Doctor's at Christmas, assuming this story makes it that far.

I woke up, not knowing entirely where I was. But then again, I was familiar to the scene. Strapped to a bed with no possible means of escape was now, sadly, a usual for me. Being my father's dead daughter was harder to be than one might have thought.

Especially when you two were the last two time lords in the universe.

As the bad guys have put it many times, it was much harder to catch my father, which I expected. But I didn't believe their lies. Like he murdered the time lords to extinction. And our home planet is gone for good.

"Ah!" I heard a voice say. "Hey! The wonder woman wakes!" My vision came slowly to focus as I saw a person in all white beam at me. "Ha ha! You a miracle, you know that, right?" the person shook their head in amusement.

"Where am I?" I tried to say, but it ended coming out slurred.

The person in white looked scared. "You mean you don't remember?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, no. Am I supposed to-oh." I groaned, my head spinning around.

"Careful now." the voice warned. "You've had amnesia, Jenny."

I slipped up. "No, I haven't. I'm a time lord... I-I-I can't-"

"You are a what?" the voice said. "What the heck is a time lord? Is that your species? Code sapphire- we've got her species!" the voice excitedly said into a comm link.

"Where am I?!" I screamed at him. "Where am I?! What are you doing to me?"

"You are on Earth. You've been living here for 27 years, Jenny. And now, you're going to die."

My breath caught in my throat. "What? N-no you can't! Are you crazy?! You will change the whole of the human race if you do operations on me! Listen to me!" I cried, my head getting lighter and lighter.

When I awoke, the first thing that I'm made aware of is that I'm in a bed. A comfy bed. And then I was aware that around the bed was a glass dome. I was completely alone. I couldn't even sit up the dome was that short. "Hey!" I yelled, trying to lift up my arm, but... couldn't. I was so physically weak I couldn't even lift up my arm. My breathing accelerated, my hearts pounding. This was even worse than where I was before.

"Hey hey hey- whoa. It's okay, Jenny. You're safe. You're at Torchwood. My name is Martha Jones, and I know your father." I heard a nurse call to me.

"I don't believe you." I murmured, already closing me eyes again.