Chapter One; Beautiful Memories

Jane sadly sulked inside the house through the front door. "What's wrong with you? Did one of the dinosaurs die or something?" Mickey asked her.

"They're called The Dragons." She corrected him. "And no that's not it." She told him.

"Well then what's the problem?" he asked.

"Uncle Mickey no offense or anything but I really don't want to talk to you about it. Do you know where my dad is?" she asked him.

"Uh yeah he went out shopping, he should be back in a bit though." He told her.

"Well alright, I suppose I can tell you but keep in mind that this is a very private and serious matter." She said.

"Alright, go ahead then, I'm listening." He told her. "What's the problem?"

"Idon'thavebreasts." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?" he asked her with uncertainty.

"I don't have breasts!" she yelled. "You know boobies? Knockers? The big balls that older women carry in the front of their chests? I don't have them!" she shouted catching her uncle off guard.

"Oh, well, you know girls develop them at all different ages." He told her trying to keep a straight face.

"Yeah I know but I'm almost eleven years old and I bet my mother got hers when she was my age." She said.

"Actually I don't think she did. I think she told me that she was about twelve when she started getting them. Now I'm just curious, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but what suddenly brought this on?" he asked her.

"Well Maggie just stopped by to play with Peter, and did you see the size of hers? They're huge!" she cried.

"Oh so I see, and now you're jealous of her." He realized.

"No, I'm not jealous of her I'm jealous of her jugs." She said as Mickey stifled a laugh.

"It's not funny!" she yelled.

"Look, I'm sorry but you really shouldn't be so upset about it. I mean didn't your mother always tell you that it's what's on the inside of a person that counts?" he questioned.

"Yeah it's just that, my mother was always so beautiful and sexy and that's why my father fell in love with her. I just really wish that I could be like her someday." She said as she breathed a heavy sad sigh.

"Don't worry, you will." He reassured her. "But your dad fell in love with her for other reasons to." He began.

"Like what?" she asked him when suddenly her father came in through the front door carrying an armful of grocery bags.

"Dad? What made you fall in love with Mum?" she asked him.

"Well gosh, that's an interesting question. What brought this up?" he questioned.

"Well, I'm almost eleven years old and I don't have breasts, and I want to be beautiful and sexy like Mum was." She explained as he gave a little chuckle.

"Oh is that right?" he asked her as he continued to laugh before Jane turned around and ran back down the hallway before slamming her door shut.

The Doctor's P.O.V

"Uh what did I do?" I questioned as I turned to look over at Mickey.

"You laughed at her, you did the one thing that you're not supposed to do!" he exclaimed.

"Well I'm sorry but I thought that it was kind of funny." I told him with another little chuckle.

"Yeah so did I, but I'm her uncle and you're her father. There's a big difference." He told me firmly as my grin immediately faded.

"Oh dear, you don't think I hurt her feelings do you?" I asked him as I took a deep breath and set my bags down on the kitchen counter before I walked down the hall. "Jane," I began as I knocked on the door. "It's me, can I come in and talk to you for a second?" I asked her as I waited for a few minutes until the doorknob turned and the little girl was standing there looking up at me.

"May I help you?" she questioned me before I bent down and picked her up.

"Wow, you really need to cut back on the sweets kid." I told her as I carried her over to the bed and sat her down on my lap. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. You just caught me by surprise, that's all." I explained.

"I just want to be beautiful like my mother was." She told me.

"But darling you are, you are a beautiful and sweet little girl. And you're turning into a beautiful and sweet young woman before my eyes." I said. "So, you wanted to know what made me fall in love with your mother right?" I questioned her as she simply nodded.

"Well it's true that your mother was beautiful both inside and out, but she was also very funny, she made me laugh a lot." I told her.

"Do I do that?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I began with a grin before kissing the top of her head. "you do that a lot." I told her. "She was also very smart and brave. That's why I chose her for a companion for the TARDIS because I trusted that she was somebody who could get the job done." I explained when suddenly the grin faded from her face and it turned into a frown.

"I don't think that I could do that." She said with a shake of her head.

"Listen, there's something that I told your sister and now I'm going to tell you." I began. "It's all about faith. I told her that faith was believing in something even when it seems impossible." I told her.

"Yeah but I'll never be as smart as Cassie or as brave as Mum was." She told me.

"You know what? You don't have to be." I said.

"Yes I do, I want my mother to be proud of me." She said.

"Well I think, or rather I actually know for a fact that your mother would be proud of you just for being yourself, because that's all that you really can do." I told her. "And you know what you're more like your mother more than you realize, I see a lot of her in you. You have her heart or hearts as the case may be, and her spirit." I told her with a sniff trying to hold back my tears.

"I love you Dad." She told me as she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly sounding as if she was about to burst into tears herself.

"I love you too." I told her as I hugged her back before brushing away a lone tear that rolled down my cheek.