Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who… hard as I try :/ Although, I do own the idea of Megan, which is a start... I guess.


Friday 4th September 2089

As my mother's eyes fluttered closed for the last time, I knew it was the end. She lay there, in the hospital bed of the Torchwood institute, her golden blonde hair fanned out on her pillow and the soft features of her face, peaceful at last. I held her hand tightly, leaned over to her ear and whispered, "I love you mum."

A single, silent tear dropped down from my eye, as I kissed her forehead.

"Goodbye," I said softly.

I looked over at my father, sitting in the chair on the other side of my mother's bed, a blank expression on his face. I knew he did not want to cry in front of me. I had never seen my father cry.

I left the room quietly, giving my father his last moments to say goodbye to his beloved Rose. I watched in the small window of the hospital door. He got up and kissed my mothers cold lips and cupped her face. I saw his lips move, but couldn't make out what he was saying. He started to walk towards the door I was standing outside.

"Home" he said quietly. I took his hand and gave it a small squeeze.
My mother was 103 when she died. Rose Tyler had a fantastic life.


Friday 4th September 2090

I sat in a chair next to my father's bed, in the hospital of the Torchwood institute, holding his hand till his last breath. His wild brown hair, still the same as it ever was, as if it was the only thing age had not touched, ruffled against the pillow. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the soft brown orbs that I had come to understand so well. They were still sparkling with his boyish charm, even in his dying hours.

"I'm here, dad," I choked out.

He smiled at me. That manic grin that could light up a room. He could melt hearts with that smile.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Dad," I let out a muffled sob.

"Always remember Megan, you are never alone," He uttered softly.

"But dad, what do I do? There's nobody left now. Gran, Grandad, Mickey, Jake, Mum and now you," I sobbed.

"Megan, you are my daughter, stop crying now," I looked up at him through my tears and immediately stopped. "If there is anything that me and your mother taught you, it was to keep it together. You know what to do."

"But dad, what if I can't-"

"Find him. The canon is ready," he interrupted. "You can do it. It's in your blood."

His eyes fluttered closed and he took his last breath.

"Dad," I choked.

I leaned over and whispered, "I love you," softly in his ear. A silent tear ran down my cheek as I kissed his forehead.

My father was 983 when he died. My father, the Doctor, living in Pete's world, with Rose Tyler and his daughter, Megan Donna Tyler. He had a fantastic life.

I knew what I had to do. I went home that night all alone. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and stared back at the reflection with a blank expression. My long, wild brown hair, identical to my fathers, except longer. My soft facial features the mirror of my mothers and my dark, never ending brown eyes. I was a perfect mix of my mother and father. I did not look a day older than 16.

I was 81 when my father died. However, looking back at my sweet, 16 year old looking body, I had never felt so young, small and insignificant in all my life.


I know the end of this first chapter might be a bit confusing, but soon all will become clear… Review and I'll reply!