(This is my first story, so I hope it's somewhat okay! Reviews are nice! Thank you and enjoy! :) xxx -Chloe)

Prologue

When the moon found the sun, she looked like she was barely hanging on...

-Panic! At The Disco

Prologue

It was a rainy day in London. The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS. He needed to take one quick trip here, told Rose to stay inside. It was only a minor distress signal, he had told her, and he could handle it on his own.

And for once, she listened.

He made his way down the street. The Doctor knew which house it was coming from, so he continued to make his way. But first, he picked up a newspaper, just to be sure of the date: Sunday, April 4, 1995.

"95," he spoke softly to himself, "Not a bad year…"

And so, he kept walking, heading towards his destination, his converse padding along the wet pavement, his trench coat billowing in the wind behind him.

The air was crisp and the rain halted to a drizzle. He walked the last block and finally came to a halt in front of a beige house. It looked like it used to be friendly, but it was worn, scared even. It was undoubtedly this house.

The Doctor approached the door and knocked. A plump, brown haired woman answered. She looked scared, like she hadn't slept in days. As soon as she saw the man in her door her jaw dropped.

"My God is it really you?" she asked, beaming. She glanced at him again, her smile only getting wider, "It is you!" she almost screamed, a grin on her face.

"Wait, what?" he asked, completely puzzled.

"My daughter, oh sweet Ali, she's been having nightmares, vivid ones. She wakes up terrified. They're about monsters, aliens –such horrible ones she says– they try to destroy and rule the Earth. But when it seems like all hope is lost, a man who calls himself The Doctor saves the day." She looked him in the eye, "You're him, aren't you?"

He looked down at her and nodded, "Could you take me to see your daughter?" She gave him a smile and let him in.

She led him down a hallway, to her daughter's room. "How old is Ali?" he asked peering down at her, curious.

"She's 6," her mother gazed up at him, unshed tears in her eyes. "Been happening for 7 months now…" she sighed as a small tear ran down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, "I'm so, so sorry." The women just kept walking. Finally, she came to a stop.

"This is her room," she said softly, "She'll be de-"a scream of a small girl came from inside the room. The Doctor flung the door open and ran inside,

A small girl with log red hair was curled up in her bed, shaking, sobbing, screaming, crying. She was talking too.

"No! Stop please… Don't hurt anyone… You're cruel… No! Don't… mercy…show… mercy…" It was probably one of the most helpless things he had ever seen. Quickly, the Doctor shook the girl awake. Her eyes immediately shot open- big, wide, blue, tearful innocent eyes. She had deep, purple, dark circles under her eyes, her long hair matted and wild.

She studied his face for a moment, the look of horror faded slightly. "It's you!" she shouted. But immediately the look of slight happiness fled from her face as the remnants of her terrible slumber came back to her. Her eyes grew tearful once more. She instantly threw her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of the Doctor's neck and cried softly, tears trickling down her cheeks.

At first he was a bit startled, but then he embraced the child-that poor sweet scared child. "It's okay," he murmured, "It'll be alright, I promise," unshed tears welled up in his eyes, "I'm so sorry this had to happen to you" he whispered, one tiny tear falling down his cheek.

He glanced back at Ali's mum. "I… um… I don't thing I got your name…"

"Susan," she replied softly, "Susan Knight."

"Susan do you mind if I speak with Ali for a moment?" he glanced back down at the child, her face still buried in the crook of his neck.

"Yeah, 'course! I'll make a cuppa' tea- usually calms her down. You want one?"

"That'd be nice, thanks." He gave her a watery smile. She flashed him one back, looked away, and then walked out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

He glanced back down at Ali, who still continued to softly cry. Comfortingly, he rubbed her back and hugged her tighter, planting a small peck on her forehead.

After about a minute, her crying halted. He loosened his grip and she pulled herself away, sitting on her bed, her legs crossed. "I still can't believe it's you," she said staring up at the man.

"Is this enough for ya'?" he asked, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pressing the button, making the end glow blue and emit a whirring noise. Her face lit up.

"That's your sonic screwdriver!" she smiled, "I've seen it in my dreams." Her face quickly darkened.

"Ah, now those dreams," he started, "Do you mind telling me about them?"

Sighing, she started to speak, "Okay, well I'm not sure how to say in…" she collected her thoughts and began to speak, "There's a ton of aliens. All of them want to destroy Earth or other planets or even the universe! They're all so close, so close to success, but then you put your foot down, you save everyone. The only thing is, most of the time I'm in them and they go after me- hold me captive, try to harm me… it's…" once more tears began to fall from her bright blue eyes.

"It's okay, you don't have to say any more," he said softly, embracing the girl again.

She pulled away once more and stared at him. "I shouldn't be the one crying," she whispered, "Last of the Time Lords," she frowned, "Such a lonely, lonely man, such a lonely life." She looked up in his chocolate brown eyes, "I'm so sorry, Doctor, so, so sorry"

He looked down at the young girl, tears in his eyes, "No need to pity me," he whispered, another tear falling down his face, "My planet's long since gone."

Her blue stare gazed up at him; she spoke with sincerity, sadness, and wisdom that were far beyond the youthful age of 6. "You must leave, Doctor. You must forget about me. Only return upon my 18th birthday, or after. You must promise me, Doctor. You have too many important things to do between then and now. I'm asking you to forget, I Allison Rachel Knight, until in your companions time, it is April 11th, 2007. Do you promise?"

He looked at her, not wanting to leave, but knowing that this child was powerful and this child was probably right. "Okay," he spoke, finally, "Allison Rachel Knight, I promise."