This is the story I wrote for school this past year nd I thought that, since it goes with the fanfiction theme, I would post it, to give you guys a little something while I'm working on my brand new story. More information about that is on my profile.
Hope you enjoy. I'ts as good as it's gonna get. Seeing as it was already written, I'm not changing things.
R&R!
Doing what I do, there are the usual questions that I have to answer.
"Who are you?" "What are you?" "Why are you here?"
Now, I intend to answer them. Who am I? I'm Jenny. No middle name, no last name, just call me Jenny. Other Life forms know me as The Doctor's Daughter and even The Spawn of the Tempest. To some I am Daughter of a Great Friend and to others I am The Daughter of the Great Destroyer.
What am I? Well, that's hard to explain.
Messaline, 2008
I saw a bright light and stepped out of a machine to face a group of people staring at me with wide eyes. A young soldier walked to me and gave me a large gun and as I examined the weapon, I heard talking from the other side of the room.
"Doctor, who is she?" a ginger haired woman said.
Beside her, a tall slender man in a long brown coat, blue suit, and red trainers and a dark skinned woman were examining his hand.
"She – she's my daughter," my dad stuttered.
The two women with the man called "Doctor" – my father – looked at me with wide eyes but my dad looked horrified. Not like he was scared for me but like he was scared of me; of what I was.
"Hello, Dad," I said as he continued to stare. Then I saw his eyes narrow and they felt like they were burning a hole right through me.
I stepped off the platform I was on and Cline, the young soldier who handed me my gun, and two other men started rattling off information that I immediately absorbed.
"Generation 729, primed and in peak physical health," I told him.
That was me, the beginning of generation number seven hundred and twenty-nine.
Before I knew it, the Hath had invaded our base and everyone was scrambling.
"Get the detonator," Cline yelled to me.
"What detonator? Nobody is blowing up anything." My dad shouted toward me but I had already pressed the button.
"Run," my dad and I yelled simultaneously and the second we made it out of the tunnel and dove to the ground, covering our heads, the tunnel had collapsed.
"Donna," Dad called after the dust and debris had settled. "You alright?"
"Yeah, Doctor," one of the women called back.
"Good. Martha?"
There was no answer. He got up and brushed the dust off of his coat and looked around frantically.
"Martha?" he called again.
Again there was no answer. The rest of us had recovered and picked ourselves up.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked me, anger in his voice.
"They invaded our base. I had to do something," I replied and shrugged it off.
But Dad wouldn't let it go.
"But they've got my friend," he said and I was a little set back.
"Collateral damage," I said, recovering. "At least you've still got her," I pointed to the redhead. "Cline's lost both his men. It seems you've come out ahead."
I truly felt that if she was worth anything, she would have been smart enough not to run toward the Hath.
"Her name is Martha!" the ginger said sternly. "And she's not collateral damage, not for anyone. Have you got the G.I. Jane?"
"I'm going to find her," Dad reassured the ginger woman.
"You aren't going anywhere," Cline said suddenly, cocking his gun and pointing it toward my dad. "You don't make sense, you two. No guns, no marks, no fight in ya. I'm taking you to General Cobb. Now move," he said then gestured toward the nearest tunnel with his gun.
"I'm Donna," said the redheaded woman as were being escorted down the hallway-like tunnel. "What's your name?"
"I don't know. It hasn't been assigned," I replied, not thinking it was a big deal.
"Well," Donna said with a raised eyebrow, "If you don't know that, what do you know?"
"How to fight," I replied as if it were obvious.
"Nothing else?" she asked.
"The machine must embed military history and tactics but no name," Dad said then added, "She's a generated anomaly."
"Generated anomaly, generated," Donna considered. "What about that? Jenny?" she asked.
"Jenny, yeah, I like that. Jenny," I repeated.
Donna hung back with Dad. "What do you think, Dad" she asked my father.
"Good as anything, I suppose," he said, walking with his hands in his coat pockets and eyeing me.
"Not what you call a natural parent, are you?" Donna asked.
"They stole a tissue sample at gun point and processed it. Not what I'd call natural parenting."
Donna babbled on about something that happened to her friend.
"You can't extrapolate a relationship from a biological accident," Dad said.
"The Child Support agency can," Donna said matter-of-factly.
"Just because I share some physiological traits with simian primates doesn't make me a monkey's uncle, does it?" Dad said sardonically.
"I'm not a monkey," I said, hurt. "Or a child."
We turned a corner into a room that looked like a theater with a large stage and long red curtains. But everywhere I turned there were machines just like the one that I came out of. Over the loudspeaker a woman was listing generations and how many were deceased.
"You three stay here," Cline said and walked away.
Soon, he brought back a man with graying hair and a slightly wrinkled face and Dad and Donna started asking him questions. Dad walked over to a map and just pressed one button, revealing a whole other set of tunnels that led to the original colonized part of the planet.
He explained the war and why it had been going on for generations and what they were looking for.
"If we find the Source, we can wipe every Hath off the face of this planet," Cobb said.
"That's genocide," Dad said, eyes wide, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side."To us, that means the same thing."
"You need to get yourself a better dictionary, and when you do, look up genocide. You'll see a picture of me and the caption will read, 'Over my dead body!'" Dad said, voice pitch rising and face beginning to flush.
Cobb saw this as pacifism so they arrested us and put us in jail cell – yes, all of us. They don't like people who don't fight.
Donna and Dad spoke about the Source myth that Cobb had talked about when we first got put in the jail cell. That's what they were trying to find, and Dad just revealed the map to find it; whatever it may be.
"Even if the story is a myth, there may be something real inside that temple, and it might be able to kill the whole of the Hath, or even the planet," Dad said.
"So what you're saying is the Source could be a weapon and we just gave Captain Nut Job a map to it?" Donna asked.
"Oh, yes," dad replied to her, emphasizing oh with a slight grunt.
"Not good, is it?" Donna said with a sigh.
"That's why we need to get out of here, find Martha, and stop Cobb from slaughtering the Hath." Dad looked up. "What… what're… what are you staring at?" he asked me.
"You keep insisting you're not a soldier, but look at you, drawing up strategies like a proper general," I replied.
"No," he said, "I'm trying to stop the fighting."
"Isn't every soldier?" I asked him, crossing my arms over m chest, raising an eyebrow, and cocking my head to the side.
"Well, I suppose. That's… technically… I have no time for this. Donna give me your phone, it's time for an upgrade."
Donna handed him a small mobile phone as he pulled a device out of his inner coat pocket and pressed a button while hovering it above the phone. It made a noise that was high pitched and a bit annoying.
"And now you've got a weapon," I said as he finished what he was doing.
"It's not a weapon," he said after dialing a number and putting the phone to his ear.
"You're using it to fight back. I'm going to learn so much from you. You are such a soldier, I said, cocky, knowing I had to be right.
He then paused before saying, "Donna, will you tell her?"
"Oh, you are speechless. I am loving this. You keep on, Jenny."
Dad started talking to his friend who was on the Hath base. He explained everything to her that we had learned earlier.
"They're getting ready to move out; we have to get past that guard," Dad said after he flipped the phone shut.
I perked up, "I'll deal with him," I said, jabbing my thumb over my shoulder to the guard.
"No, no, no, no, you're not going anywhere. You belong here, with them," Dad said with a harsh voice.
"She belongs with us, with you. She's your daughter," Donna said, raising her brows. She was one fiery red head.
"She's a soldier; she came out of that machine," Dad said, jaw clenched.
"Oh yes, I know that bit, "Donna said, rolling her eyes then outstretched her hand. "Listen, have you got that stethoscope? Give it to me, come on."
He handed her a stethoscope and Donna placed it on each side of my chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"It's alright. Just hold still." She paused for a moment while listening then told the Doctor, "Come here, listen, and then tell me where she belongs."
She handed him the ear pieces and, again, placed the bell to each side of my chest again. Dad sighed, returned the ear pieces to Donna, and stepped back.
He leaned his head back and took a deep breath before saying, "Two hearts."
"That's right," Donna said, nodding her head.
"What's going on?" I asked
"Does that mean…what do you call a female Time Lord?" Donna's voice rose in pitch as she asked.
"What's a Time Lord?" I said, an eyebrow raised, confused.
"It's who I am, where I'm from," Dad replied, almost a whisper.
"And I'm from you," I said, only half asking.
"You're an echo. A Time Lord is so much more. A sum of knowledge, a code, a shared history, a shared suffering." He paused for a long while. "Only it's gone now. All of it, gone forever."
"What happened?"
"There was a war."
"Like this one?"
He kind of chuckled, "Bigger, much bigger."
"And you fought, and killed?"
"Yes," he said sadly.
"Then how are we different?" I asked, instantly lowering my eyes in guilt.
Everyone was silent for a moment and then we agreed that I would help get us out.
I succeeded and we sneaked through different tunnels and found our way to the main tunnel that led to an active rocket. Donna realized that there were some numbers on the end of each tunnel entrance and figured out what they meant. In the tunnel, Dad and Donna were reunited with Martha and we were introduced. We found the Source just before both armies did and showed them that it wasn't a weapon of any kind. Instead, it was a glass sphere of gases and liquids that, when released, made a baron planet habitable. That's what Dad did. Before war could break out right there, he threw the sphere onto the ground which released the gases and liquids. He called it the "terraforming process."
I don't remember much after that, except feeling a bullet hit my chest and seeing my Dad with a tear streaking down his cheek before I saw just…nothing.
When I did see anything again, it was a bright light and then, Cline's face came into focus.
"Where's my dad," I asked.
"He left. He thought you had died," Cline said, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost.
I shot up off of my table and ran for the nearest shuttle. I climbed into the shuttle and found my way to the pilot's seat.
"Jenny, what are you doing?" Cline asked me through the communication devise on the shuttle.
"I have creatures to defeat, civilizations to rescue, a dad to find, and an awful lot of running to do," I told him.
Present Day – Wales
I knew I couldn't continue to travel all by myself with no apparent aim and nothing to accomplish. The whole reason I wanted to do this was to save people and creatures and planets and I wanted to run and be free. I wanted to do all this with my dad and Donna, and Martha.
I wanted to learn all about my heritage and where Dad came from.
I landed in Cardiff and flipped the switch that released the air seal. I came here often.
The first time I'd been here, a man named Jack wired a Vortex Manipulator into my shuttle, allowing me to jump dimensions and times just as quickly as you can read this next sentence. Jack was a good man. He reminded me of some of the qualities I admired in my dad. Every time I showed up here, he was waiting for me on the roof of a tall building overlooking Cardiff Bay.
"Hello, Jack."
Jack jumped slightly but smiled when he saw me.
"See you haven't changed much. How long's it been in your timeline?"
"It's been about a year. What about yours?"
"A bit less than two. I've missed you, Jen."
I ran to him and threw myself into his outstretched arms for a hug.
"I've missed you, too, Jack."
He released me and took my hand as we walked to the small bench that was on the rooftop.
"So, what'd you do this time, Jen?"
"I went back to Messaline. I taunted the General, the one that tried to kill my dad. He thought he was seeing a ghost.
"Is that all? Did you spend a year taunting a General on Messaline?"
"No. I traveled about. I fought in World War II and was shocked to hear of a man called Captain Jack Harkness. Aren't you a captain?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.
"Yeah, I am. That might have been my great-granddad. My dad said we favor each other. I was named after him."
There was something, in his eyes, something that told me he was hiding something. But I didn't care. I was glad to be home. I mean, this was the closest thing I had to a home.
Then, I turned when I heard a sound like wheezing engines and saw a blue box materialize.
"Doctor!" Jack called.
"Doctor?" I called after Jack as he ran to the man stepping out.
"Jenny?" I heard the man say.
Then, I saw his eyes. People all over the universe say that you can see a person and who they are through their eyes. They were the same eyes, a bit aged but still the same. But they were in a different body. This man had changed himself somehow. He looked nothing like my father but at the same time, I knew it was him.
I was shocked to find out that Jack knew who he was, but at the same time, I never told him who my dad was. He'd never asked.
"Dad?"
I ran to him and examined him.
"Is it really you?"
"Yeah, Jenny. I'm your dad."
"Really?"
"Yes," he said as he hugged me. "I have so much to tell you and ask you?"
"I do too. First being, how have you changed?"
"Um, will you step in?" he asked as he motioned toward the blue box.
I did and was shocked at what I saw. This was amazing.