This is a intro type deal :3 so yea lets go! Explanation at end of this!And a proper hello!:)
The Doctor was simply dumbfounded. For once in his life, an explanation seemed so far away and such a impossible thing. He was in a daze, his mouth hung slightly open with shock, and he stared forward pass the beach blonde nurse trying to speak to him.
"Mr. Smith!" The nurse called. She nudged him again, but still nothing. In her arms, was a tiny punk blanket. She cradled it. The blanket held something within it, a small fragile baby girl. She huffed watching the man.
The only thing that snapped the man back to reality, was the cry of the newborn in her arms. Like a small whimper, a lip tremble, and a soft cry started as the baby reached her arms up towards the nurse and the man before her, the man labeled her father.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, and looked at the newborn who the nurse tried to calm the fussy child. He looked down at the baby, rubbed his face in thought and dropped his arms."Are you sure it's mine?" He asked, praying it wasn't. "Yes Mr. Smith. The mother of her asked for a man under the name 'John Smith' or 'Doctor'. She said you were indeed the father!".
He knew this would happen. No, he did not have sex with anyone. He and a one time traveller, Monica, had gotten trapped with aliens fairly new to humans and Time Lords. They wanted to see how they reproduce. So, they simply took DNA from him, and placed it within a egg inside her. And they waited.
He had tried everything to stop its effects, before a actual baby, sleds on was alive inside there. Before he committed murder and had to change his name. He scooped the newborn from her arms, and pulled the blanket down trying to get a good look at the baby girl. She certainly was theirs.
She had some hairs on her tiny bald head, a medium brown, but could easily change as she got older. Her eyes was where the difference was located. They where big, and beautiful. They where the perfect combination of brown and the brilliant green of her mother. But they where different, they had a odd tint to them. They reminded The Doctor of the universe.
A small baby who's eyes could show a man who's seen it all the universe.
He looked down, a wave of guilt pushing through his body. He could keep the small girl, or give her up. But he knew what giving up felt like, he knew that was the choice of a coward.
He looked at the nurse, and simply turned away walking away, with the baby girl in his arms. They didn't need to know about her anyway, she was his.
His, and only his.
No matter where she ended up, she was his little girl.
But he had to do this and protect her.
As a father.
Hi! So this is a fan fiction about if the doctor had a daughter! Please note, the only characters I own are Monica (dead) and the baby girl! Thank you!
This takes place between season two and three, right between the Rose to Martha transition.