THE DOCTORS DAUGHTER

The Tardis shook. The Doctor looked around, confused. "Doctor?!" Donna Noble demanded. Rose shook her head, looking around the Tardis. She didn't seem upset, just a bit confused.

"What's wrong with you girl?" She asked the ship. The Doctor didn't seem to notice them. Finally, he seemed to have realized that they had no choice but to hang on.

"Hold on!" he yelled to the two women. The three of them each grabbed on to something, prepared for the jolt that would be the Doctor's parking job. They stopped with a halt. Rose was the first one up and out. The Doctor and Donna seemed to stand a little slower than the excited woman.

She came back inside slowly, looking like she was going to be sick. "What is it?" the Doctor inquired. Rose shook her head, then stepped aside so they could go out and see for themselves. There was a girl, laying about ten feet from the Tardis with a pool of blood surrounding her head. Something touched the back of the Doctor's consciousness, but he didn't feel it.

"Oh my God!" Donna ran to the girl, and checked her pulse. She shook her head. But what had happened. The Doctor's eyes grew wide when he saw a light around her. Rose, who had come back inside, decided that now was not the time for the Doctor to find out the poor girl's secrets, whatever they may be. She pulled him into the Tardis, and asked the old girl not to let him out and to block the monitor. She obliged.

"Donna." she said softly, "Step away from her." Donna looked at her with wide eyes. The golden light that surrounded the girl like a halo was becoming brighter. "DONNA GET BACK!" Rose yelled. She pulled the older woman away just before it started. It wasn't very long, and in a moment there was a girl standing there, but she wasn't the same girl who was there before. This girl had long, straight black hair that shimmered in a cold, beautiful way. Her green eyes were like walls. Something to hide behind. Rose had a feeling that no one would be able to read her emotions unless she let them. There was something about her eyes. Something old. Even older than the Doctor, and much more dangerous.

At this point, the Tardis felt like she should let the Doctor out. He rushed out, and stared at the girl. He tried to read her cold, green eyes. There was awe and sadness in his expression. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Her eyes changed, turning to a soft violet, softening just enough to let them know she meant no harm. "I have so many names." she sad softly, "I have been called a warrior. A monster. A heroine. The Bad Wolf." Her eyes took on golden flecks, "I have been called Jenny, and Ellis. I don't even know what to call myself anymore."

"He means your real name. What do you go by?" Donna stated.

" I've been alone for so long, that I don't go by anything anymore."

"But what is your name. Your birth name." Donna pressed.

The girl let out a laugh that was anything but warm. "I don't give out my name. A name is power. I can't let anybody have that kind of power over me. But I know who you are. Donna Noble. Brilliant. You are so brilliant. And you," she turned to Rose, "are like me. You have been touched by the Wolf. You're lucky you had that idiot over there to save you." She cocked her head towards the Doctor.

The Doctor spoke for the first time. "You're not possible." he said, unbelieving.

"Oh Doctor." she said sadly, "I'm so sorry."

Rose interrupted before the Doctor could ask what for, "What do you mean I'm lucky? Who saved you?" The girl left it unanswered.

"Nobody. The Doctor answered for her. "If anyone was actually there, they just left her there to burn, and die. But that can't be. There's no way that you could have survived that. It's impossible."

"I'm good at impossible." The girl replied. She couldn't say anything more, for at that moment, the room shivered. "Get into the Tardis. Now!" She commanded them. There was something in her voice that didn't allow for arguments. After they were safely in the Tardis however, Donna had had enough.

"Who the hell are you?!" she demanded, "And I want a name that I can call you. What. Is. Your. Name?" The Doctor and Rose were somewhat taken aback. The strange girl, however laughed. A warm laugh that didn't seem to reach her eyes. Donna blinked. The girl's eyes were dark blue now. That didn't make sense... The girl turned to the Doctor.

"We've met before." she said to him, "On Gallifrey. You probably don't remember me. I fought in the Time War. On the front lines. I pulled you away from the jaws of the Nightmare Child. And I am so sorry." The Doctor looked at her with tears in his eyes. And then he remembered.

He stared at the nightmare before him, sure that it was now his time. He screamed for help that he was sure would never come. A strong hand grabbed his, pulling him away from the monstrosity that was the Nightmare Child. He stared at the face of the one who had saved him. She said no words. All he noticed that was different about her was the way her eyes changed. And the gold flecks that reflected something so old, and so feral and dangerous, that it bored into his memory, lodging itself deep into his brain.

"I remember." he whispered.

"I know." she said, "I'm sorry."

"Are there anymore?" he asked, referring to the Time Lords of old.

"No. Just me."

"Does anyone want to explain this to me?" Rose demanded.

"Oh. Yeah. Rose. Donna. This is my daughter." the Doctor said. They stared at him with shocked eyes. "Well, sort of. Well, kind of. Well, it's complicated."

"I'm not really his daughter. I'm actually older than him. I never had parents. When the Doctor was old enough, they needed him to prove himself or something, so they gave me to him as his daughter. Of course, I knew it was fake, but I was only about 500 years old at the time, and I had never been taught manners or anything else for that matter. Even though I was older than him, he was so much better than I was. I was wild, and careless. I didn't know that there was anything called happiness or love. His job was to teach the foolish girl. To raise me as his daughter. It was weird, since I'm older. Everybody else hated me. They didn't know who I was. And that scared them." the girl finished off with, "I go by Ilen."

"How could I not have known that was you who pulled me out of there?" the Doctor asked.

"I was different." was her short reply.

"How old are you?" Donna asked.

"I'm 1500 years old." Ilen said, ignoring their disbelieving looks. "And I know what you're about to ask, Doctor. What just happened." He nodded, his jaw set. "I escaped Torchwood. They were curious as to why I could live forever. They wanted to find out what it was that made me tick. They cut me open, and then they put me back together. They brought in someone, and tried to look into my head. The psychic kept on repeating, the Wolf is there, don't make me go back. They told me that the psychic died, burning and screaming, and that they were just going to add that onto the list of people that I had killed. I can hear her scream, still. After 100 in that prison, being beat nearly to death everyday, I decided to leave. I could've left anytime I had wanted to, but I didn't want anybody else to get hurt because of me. I couldn't stand it anymore. And now more people are dead because of me. Just add it to my list." She spat out the words sadly. Donna was feeling sick, for the Doctor looked like he was about to blow a gasket, and Ilen had the look of steel in her eyes again. Ilen was going to stay. Donna promised herself that she would make sure of that. No matter what the Doctor said about the timelines and history and the such. Ilen was going to stay. Rose reached out to Ilen, as if to comfort her. The moment her fingers contacted with Ilen's shoulder though, the girl pulled back as if Rose was about to hit her. The look in the Doctor's eyes darkened, if that was possible. No matter what Ilen said, he was never letting anyone hurt her again. Ilen saw the look in the Doctor's eyes. She could tell what he was thinking. She sent a thought out to him.

You can not protect me from everything. I have been through as much as you have, if not more. I have forgiven them for what they did. As much as I can. I will stay if you will have me, but you can not protect me from everything. I am a warrior now, among other things. I am older but you are still like a father to me. I will not have that.

YOU CAN NOT PROTECT ME FROM EVERYTHING.

The Doctor replied as she knew he would.

I can try.