Hi! This is my first Doctor Who Fanfic, and I think that my idea is interesting, and I've looked around on here, and I don't think anyone else has really done this. The basic idea is that the tenth doctor somehow winds up in the parallel world that Rose and the Doctor's Duplicate are happily married in, they run into each other, and the Tenth Doctor meets, technically his, daughter. I haven't seen a fic like this, so I'd figured I'd have a go! This isn't exactly canon, since he's the tenth Doctor for way longer than he actually is, but hey. It works for me.

I do not own Doctor Who. Sadly. I wish I did. I REALLY wish I did. But I don't.

Enjoy!

June 27, 2020

The Doctor sighed, slumping in his seat. He lost her. He lost another companion. Her family had gotten involved, and she decided to stay home with them, to help with the damage.

He stared at the TARDIS console. "What am I doing?" He asked it. He knew he wouldn't get too much of a reply, but sometimes he could swear that the TARDIS knew what he was saying, understood it somehow. Sometimes he would pour out his heart to the metal structure, and afterwards a wave of calming peace would wash over him, making him lean back in his chair, exhausted.

"There's no one left for me now," he spoke aloud. "No one that cares...No one else," He sighed. "Why do I even bother with letting people come anymore?" He tapped his foot, frustrated and defeated.

Then he was thrown out of his chair as the TARDIS screeched to life, levers and dials moving and working themselves as the TARDIS drove herself.

"What?!" The Doctor yelled, hugging a rail for dear life. The TARDIS jerked to a halt, making him loose his grip and slide across the floor.

"What?!" He shouted again, jumping up and running for the doors. He yanked on the TARDIS door harshly, causing his ship to groan in protest.

He took a few stumbling steps outside the TARDIS doors before realizing where he was, and skidding to a halt.

"What?" He said gravely, eyes wide. He knew this place; the feel of the sand, the smell of salt in the air, the damp mist everywhere. How could he forget it? His hearts had broken here, twice.

Bad Wolf Bay.

Rose Tyler, or better known as Rose Smith, was rushing to leave the house.

"John!" She yelled, brushing her blond hair rapidly into a bun. "Have you seen my phone?" She stood in front of the hallway mirror, tying her hair back and digging through her black purse.

"Got it!" He exclaimed as he leapt down from the stairs, his tie draped loosely around his neck, Rose's phone in one hand and his left shoe in the other. He hopped on one foot, wrestling on his shoe. "Donna!" He hollered in the general direction of the stairs. "We're going to be late!"

"Coming!" Feet pounded on the upstairs floor, and Donna trotted down the steps. Donna was 15, with medium long brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, which was partially covered by a grey beanie, and her bangs hung down in her eyes. Her dark blue shirt was matched with a long grey coat, and she wore jeans and black combat boots under it.

"You have everything, Donna?" Rose asked her, reapplying light pink lip stain. "Phone?"

"Check," Donna grinned, leaning against the wall. Donna was an odd mix of personalities; She was a mix of Rose and the Doctor, except not only her father's regeneration. She also had plenty of the war-shocked ninth regeneration in her, and had definite strands of the original first Doctor. Donna didn't know much about this, of course; She knew her parents were from a different universe, and her father was a clone of sorts, but nothing else. She didn't know about the TARDIS, or any of their adventures, or what her father's original actually was. Rose and John wanted her to have as normal a life as she could.

"Chapstick?"

Donna reached inside her coat (She had begged and begged John for that coat when she was only twelve. Three years later, and it still fit her. John insisted that it was because the coat was bigger on the inside; Rose wasn't sure whether he was joking or not) and pulled out her favorite banana chapstick. "Got it!"

"Screwdriver?"

Donna grinned mischeviously and pulled out her custom-made screwdriver. Torchwood had made it especially for her when she was just ten years old as a birthday present. She was now a master of fixing all forms of things, and was still discovering new things to use it for every day. "Oh yeah, never leave home without it," she laughed.

"Good, now. All set to leave?" John said happily. "The quicker we get moving, the sooner we get there. And we all know Torchwood can't handle being without us," he chuckled. John and Rose ran Torchwood, taking care of extra-terrestrial attacks made on planet Earth, and since it was summer, Donna was allowed to come along. Well, technically, she was never allowed to come. John and Rose tried to keep her away from all things alien, but when she was seven she got tired of not knowing what to say when people asked her what her parents did, and snuck into the trunk of their car on their way to work. They knew they couldn't get rid of her when she, a seven year old girl, stopped a Sycorax invasion practically by herself.

"Goodness knows what they'd do without us," Rose grinned. "Jack would be running amuck, eating us out of stock and ordering pizza all over the place. I'm surprised we don't just recruit the pizza parlor already, they visit so often."

"Yeah. They're nice people," Donna said absentmindedly, gazing off into the distance. "Mike's my favorite. He always puts on extra pineapple and adds an extra breadstick."

"Let's go! Go, go, go, or I'll leave and you two will walk!" John said half serious, half joking. The three filed out the front door of their baby blue house, and piled into their red sedan.

It was a long drive to the Torchwood building. The Smiths lived on the other side of Cardiff, and so the drive was about 20 minutes. The time past quickly, however, with the audiobooks that John had insisted on collecting in the glovebox. There were mostly Shakespeares, but there was an Agatha Christie, some Dickens, and, Donna's personal favorite, plenty of Sherlock Holmes.

Far away, in Norway, people were driving to their jobs, talking on phones and hushing crying children. They were too busy to look out their car windows, instead looking straight ahead or at the passengers in their car. But, if they had looked three miles to the left, they would have seen Bad Wolf Bay, all mist and sand in the distance. It was easy to see; there was only rocks and desert and flat land leading up to it. If they had looked, at 9:25 am on that summers day, they would have seen a little blue box nestled in the sand. A little blue box, and a man standing stiffly next to it, wearing a brown pinstriped suit.

The Doctor was feeling an emotion that he had only felt a few times in his life. The first time was when he realized that his planet, and his family, was doomed. The second was when Rose had been sealed off from him with a Dalek.

That emotion was fear.

The last time he had seen this beach was the day he left Rose and his duplicate. He had walked out of their lives forever, expected never to see them again. He didn't know what he would do if he saw them again. And now, with him in the wrong dimension, a parallel world where he wasn't supposed to be able to come back to, he would need Torchwood's help.

And he had a sinking feeling in his gut that Rose and his clone were in charge of that.

The Doctor puffed out a breath of air that blew his hair out of his eyesight as he slid down the side of the TARDIS. Sixteen years. It had been sixteen years since he left them on that beach to live their lives. Was he really ready to see them again?

He pulled himself back up onto his feet and dusted the wet sand off his backside as he reentered the TARDIS.

"Why?" He asked his time machine quietly. "Why here?" He yelled. "Why now?!" Angrily he kicked one of the support beams, only to be reminded that his red converse didn't have much protection for his feet. Cursing loudly in Gallifreyan, he hopped to his chair, holding his throbbing foot.

The TARDIS telepathically sent him a sense of reassurance. He scowled at it; of all the things he needed, reassurance wasn't one of them. Reassurance of what, anyways?

"You want me to go see Rose?" He grumbled. "You want me...to go see the woman...that I left behind." He leaned his head back and sighed through his nostrils, closing his eyes and mentally counting to ten.

"Can you get us back on your own?" He murmured to his TARDIS.

She sent him a wave of agreement.

"You're not, though, are you. You're going to just sit here and make me call Torchwood, aren't you, you mischevious devil, you." His chuckle held no humor.

A feeling of smugness radiated off of his time machine's every surface.

"Of course you are. Could you at least get us closer to Torchwood? Cardiff, at least," The Doctor sighed.

After a moment, in which the TARDIS carefully considered his request, the TARDIS door swung shut and the levers moved all on their own, allowing the Doctor a moment to sit back and review his situation. He was going to see Rose and his duplicate. Oh Gallifrey.

As soon as Rose stepped out of the car, she knew something was wrong. There was an air of dread, and anticipation in the air, and Gwen was staring at her like she was afraid Rose was going to explode at any moment. That, and the small fact that Captain Jack Harkness was waiting for them at the door with all his paperwork in his hand and done (Which had never happened before, even though he was supposed to do his paperwork on a daily basis) made it terribly obvious that something was going on.

"What happened?" Was the first thing she said. As she looked Jack in the eye, she felt a tinge of sadness. This Jack wasn't her Jack. This Jack was this world's Jack, and while he still had the same flirtatious, arrogant attitude, he hadn't had any adventures with her, and he didn't know the Doctor. He only knew what he had heard, and the only Doctor he knew was the one in John.

"What, I can't greet you at the door with my greatly anticipated paperwork completed?" He smirked, his American accent streaming through his words.

"Well, I highly doubt it's completed," Donna grinned, stepping out from behind her parents. "Maybe...halfway done? Heya, Uncle Jack!"

Jack laughed. "Darn it, I guess the smart alek hasn't left you yet, Squirt!" he said, bringing her in for a hug. Shortly after Donna's birth, Jack had been made Godfather; possibly the best Godfather there could be, since they would need no alternative. Even in this universe, he couldn't die. Bad Wolf had spread out here as well, and now, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't die.

"Jack..." John raised an eyebrow. "Don't use my daughter to change the subject. What's going on?"

Captain Jack Harkness lost his smile instantly. He coughed awkwardly, shuffling his feet. "There have been...readings..."

"Readings of what, Jack?" Rose said impatiently. Something in her gut told her that she would either love or hate the next sentence out of Jack's mouth. Maybe even both.

Jack looked her dead in the eye. "TARDIS readings. Rose, the Doctor's back."