This is a new Doctor Who fanfiction that just sort of came to me. I hope you all enjoy. Anyway read and review please. Tell me what you think.
"Mum, where are ya?" I hissed under my breath.
"In here sweetie." My mum called from the living room of our tiny apartment over the restaurant that we were both currently working in. "It was nothing, just another accident. One day one of these bloody attempts will work!" Mum shouted as she kicked the remains of the latest failed attempt.
"You scared me mum." Just a minute before there had been a loud bang, a bright flash, and the apartment had shook. "I thought that one of those aliens were back for us." I sighed putting down my sonic screwdriver that I had grabbed before going down the hallway.
"Don't worry Lily, they won't find us again." My mum said taking me in her arms as I wrapped my arms around her too before pulling back.
"How many times have you said that mum?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, since you were ten maybe?" My mum said as she turned around and started to pick up the ruins of the latest failed attempt at a dimension cannon.
"And how many times have they come back for us?"
"Lily, please, I am trying my best sweetie." She said turning around giving me on of her leave-it-alone-Lily looks.
"I know mum." She turned around and started to get back to work. "Mum, how long has it been since you last saw dad?"
She turned around at me and gave me a sad smile. "How old are you Lily?"
I gave her a crooked smile that she always said reminded her of my dad. "I'm 163 years old, and you know that."
"Yeah, I do. Come here." She said sitting down on the ratty old coach patting the spot next to her. Just like always I sat next to her and curled up. I really don't care if I am 163, my mum has been the only one to always be there for me, and I loved her for that, I would always be her baby. "163, you barely look over 18." I giggled; this is what we always did.
"And you barely look a day over twenty."
"Ah, yes, the Bad Wolf and her cub." She smiled tickling my stomach, making me giggle harder. This was our little ritual, she had told me all the stories of my dad and her and their travels together, and when I was younger I loved the one about how she turned into Bad Wolf and saved my daddy, so I had started to tell people my mum was a goddess named Bad Wolf. She had laughed and said that that meant I was her cub. Ever since that is what we called each other sometimes.
"I can't believe it has been 163 years since I last saw your dad, and I still can't get back to your dad." She said pressing her face to my hair. "I came so close this time Lily; I almost had it this time, but then it all blew up in my face, literally." She let out a forced laugh; I knew she was very stressed, this was her fourth attempt this year that had failed.
"Maybe I can help you mum." I offered, but I already knew she would turn down my offer, just like always.
"No thank you sweetie. I really have no idea what you would do. Plus you are the one that deals with all the financial and social parts of our lives."
"I know mum, but I want to help." I said pulling away. "You always say I'm smart like dad, and you always talk about how much of a genius he was."
She let out a small sigh. "You are very much a genius on days like this Lily." She gave me a small caring, but nervous smile. "What frightens me are the days not like this. Today is one of the great days Lily, and you know that things can change so quickly."
Here is a little fact about myself, I am, mentally, very unstable. On great days like this I am a genius and as normal as I can be, on I was doing. I always recovered the memory, but it killed mum whenever I asked her what I was doing or where I was. A bad day was when I couldn't seem to remember anything for much longer than five, ten minutes tops, during these times I was a child again, and I'm always asking where dad is. On really bad days I completely stopped functioning properly and would just lay there and look at the ceiling holding my favorite teddy bear and mum would sit with me and put music on, not that I actually noticed much, I was dead to the world at times like that.
The cause for my madness though is not anyone could have controlled, it was how I was born. You see how my mum has survived this long is because after she absorbed the time vortex she became Bad Wolf, and that stayed with her even after dad removed the time vortex, meaning that my mum is sort of an immortal goddess. So I am half time lord and half time goddess, not a good mix at all. I had powers over the time vortex, but since I was not fully time goddess I can't control them, they just sort of flow with my emotions, which I am horrible at keeping intact. Mum and I had also found out the hard way that Galiferan children have to form bonds with both of their parents or they are mentally unstable. I was bonded with my mum, but it was sort of impossible to bond with my dad.
Long story short, I am very unstable mentally and never get to do much in few of a bad or horrible day, or even a good day at times. It was not fair at all, but I was used to it.
"I get it mum." I whispered softly before standing up. "I think I will go for a walk now." I said slipping on a pair of leather boots.
Mum always laughed saying that I had definitely gotten my outrageous fashion sense from my dad. I usually wore a blue, pink, or funky patterned dress that either went to my knees or ankles (depending on the weather) and had either cap sleeves or longer sleeves that flared at the end. I wore knee high laced up leather boots, a ring that my mum had made for me for my hundredth birthday that said bad wolf, and a crystal heart necklace that my grandma Jackie had given me when I was ten right after my first accident, when mum and I had to start running. Sometimes I wore a cloak, it was reversible, one side was blue, the other side was black.
She smiled at me. "Alright, just be careful."
"I will mum, I'll just go put my hair up." I said grabbing my sonic screwdriver and heading towards my room.
We moved around a lot so I never had the same room for longer than about three years and most of the time it was a lot shorter than that. I tried to make my rooms feel like home though. My room was decorated with pictures I had sketched, drawn, painted, or made using computers of my mum's stories, or just pictures of my dad in both of his regenerations, I also had some holographic images I had created to look like how mum described him. There were old pictures from when I was young with grandma and grandpa and from some of mum's and my first years running, or "traveling" as she called it, as the years moved on the picture became more advanced till they started to be holograms. My room was also cluttered with books I had collected and my journals where I had written down mum's stories, and the diaries I had been keeping for as long as I can remember. The room had a twin bed pushed up against one wall with plain white sheets and pillows, but an old teddy bear that I had had since I was three sitting on it. There was a small desk that was cluttered with papers which I placed my sonic screwdriver on.
I walked over to a mirror on my wall with a brush and ponytail holder and started to braid my hair. I looked at one of the computer images I had made of dad; in this one I also had mum and me. We were all smiling and looked like a happy family, it looked so real that sometimes I could imagine that it was real. I looked so much like him, I had the same brown messy hair which I had grown out so it was at the middle of my back, and brown eyes, I had the same tall lean build and my face was shaped like his, I had the freckles like he has. I have my mum's nose, ears, and her kindness, but everything else I have gotten from my father, and I don't even know him. I also sound like him apparently, especially when I go on rants, mum says.
I was wearing an ankle length blue funky patterned dress with long sleeves that flared around my elbows. I had on my boots and I grabbed my cloak putting the blue side out, mum had said that it was the same shade as the TARDIS. I tied it around my neck and grabbed my sonic screwdriver again placing it in my pocket. I walked back to the living room and headed straight for the door.
"Well you look as beautiful as always." Mum said looking up from her work.
"Thanks mum. I'll be home in a few. Just need some air." I gave her a small smile before walking out and pulling my hood up and walking downstairs towards the road.
It was the year 2169 and everything was more advanced, hover cars and all. Also aliens were now a normal thing on earth, and it was really hard to stand out, so nobody noticed my strange wardrobe. Everything seemed a lot whiter and cleaner, but there were still danger everywhere, maybe even more, and you had to be very careful.
Another big change was the stars; they had been disappearing since I was a little kid. Now there were only a few stars left, which scared me to think that one day they would all be gone. I had grown up with stories of the stars, and now they were disappearing, taking my childhood with them. Mum says that when we get back to dad the stars would come back.
I started to walk towards a park that I always went to when I needed a walk. At least for the past few months, but most of the time the towns have at least a small park for me to go to. The park was only five blocks away room my house. I walked with my hood covering my face and my cloak clutched tightly to myself. There was almost no one on the streets, so I kept one hand on my sonic screwdriver.
I was only about a block away from the park when I felt someone come up behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck before yanking me into an alley and slamming me against a wall. I pulled out my sonic screwdriver and pointing it at the man who had attacked me.
"Don't make me use this!" I shouted and he let out a rough laugh, before plucking my sonic screwdriver out of my hand and tossing it over his shoulder.
"I don't think so, princess." He was over six foot, seemed to be made of muscles, short black hair and black eyes, and was covered in tattoos. He could easily over power me if he wanted to, but I might just be able to outsmart him.
"I think you have too many layers on princess." He leaned on the wall right over me before starting to undo my cloak. Okay, so he was going to rape me, and that scared me.
I did the first thing that came to mind, punching him in the nose. He grabbed his nose and I kneed him in the groin and shoved him over as he bent over and then tried to run. I made it to the end of the alley before I felt a tug on my cloak pulling me back.
I was on the ground with the man over me wiping blood of his face. My cloak was a few feet away from me and my sonic was across the alley from me.
"What do you think you are doing?" He growled before he started to slap me and punch me. I felt blood start to drip down my face and I felt a golden light start to fill my mind.
"No!" I yelled using all my strength to throw him off of me while fighting the light. I could already feel the light taking a hold of me. He then was back over me and had his hand ready to punch me. "Don't do it!" I shouted trying to warn him, if he did it I would not be able to control myself.
It was too late, he brought his hand down punching me straight in the jaw and I felt the light completely take over my mind. I knew what I was doing; I just had no control over it anymore.
I knew my eyes were glowing gold now and the man over me looked shocked. There was a flash of golden light and he went flying across the alley and straight into the wall. I was up and floating a few inches off the ground with golden light surrounding me. I felt anger towards this man who had attacked me. I wanted to see him in pain.
"How dare you attack me!" I growled.
The man looked at me with fear in his eyes. "Who-who are y-you?"
"I am Lilian Gallifrey Tyler, daughter of the last time lord, the Doctor, and the time goddess Bad Wolf." My voiced echoed as I several other voices were speaking with me.
Golden light started to spread away from me and surround him. "Please, don't. Please let me go, I'm sorry!" The man begged for mercy at my feet, but I felt known. In the back of my mind I sent out a distress call to my mum telling her where I was.
"You shall receive no forgiveness from me." I said as the light surrounded him and his screams echoed through the alley before he simply disappeared and I fell to my knees gasping for air as the golden light left me.
I could feel my mind start to leave me, but I tried my hardest to grasp my sanity and not let it go. I knew though that it would slip away eventually, no matter how hard I tried. I looked up at where the man had been cowarding. All that was left of the man was the cloths that he had been wearing. I curled in on myself as what I just did started to sink in and his screams started to echo in my ears.
I'm not sure how long I sat there hearing the ghost of his scream as I tried to hang onto my sanity. Eventually I heard running footsteps behind me.
"It happened again." I whispered.
"What made it happen Lily?" My mum asked as I felt my cloak being placed on my shoulders.
"He was hurting me, and he wanted to rape me. I tried to warn him, but he didn't listen."
"Lily, how much did he hurt you?" Mum asked worry seeping into her voice.
"I tried to warn him." I whispered again.
"Lilian Gallifrey Tyler, look at me." Mum said a forced calmness in her voice.
I turned around to look at her still trying to hang on too sanity, but feeling it slowly start to sleep away.
I heard mum gasp, it must have been worse then I originally thought. Mum started to pull me up off the ground. She put my sonic back into my hand, and pulled my hood over my head. She put her arm around my shoulder and started to guide me home.
I don't remember the walk home, the next thing I remember is walking into my room and mum helping me change into my favorite TARDIS blue night gown with caped sleeves and lace at the bottom. Mum then laid me down on my bed and pulled the blanket over me. She put my teddy bear in my arms and turned on music before she sat next to me. She held my hand and I squeezed her hand back as she began to clean my face. I listened to the music and squeezed her hand or as long as sanity was still with me.
Tomorrow would be a horrible day for me, one where I would be unable to do anything. After that I might get a few bad days if I'm lucky, then I might get some good days scattered in. Then if I'm really lucky, it will take about a month for me to start having great days again.
I knew one thing though; if there was still hope to get to my dad I would be able to continue, because as long as there was a possibility of getting back to him, I would have hope. I had never met him, yet he was one of the most influential people in my life. I looked forward to meeting him and showing him my drawings, experiments, and other things that I had done over the past 163 years. I loved him and I had never met him. I just hope that when he met me he would love me and accept me as his daughter.