This is the whoffle version of my Last Family of time lords story. The first chapter is the same but I'm posting it anyway! Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Cry
The Doctor sat in his rather large workshop bent over the brightly colored work bench, working in utter silence. A wall of various projects behind him, some finished, most not yet done. He was working on an old project he forgotten about, in fact the last time he'd worked on it he'd seen it through a different set of eyes. The only sounds to fill the room were those of his constant fiddling to get his gadget working. He could remember the exact song he was listening to when he worked on this gadget before but now he worked only work in complete silence. Music reminded him of too much. His head lifted for moment, he listened intently, wondering if he'd really heard something. He shook his head and continued to work. Then he heard it again, it filled the room this time, a sound he'd heard last a very long time ago.
The sound of a baby crying.
He stopped what he was doing and stood up, he walked out into the hallway and looked up and down the thin corridor. Nervously, he began to walk to right, the sound of the baby's cries getting louder and louder with each step. He stopped in front of a silver door, it stood out from the rest since all the other doors were the same shade of blue.
The Zero Room? He thought how could a baby be transmated into my TARDIS's Zero Room?
He pushed open the silver door, in the center of the room was a basket which contained a small blond baby wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Confused, the Doctor stared down at the red-faced crying infant. She was a very cute baby, her blonde hair was almost invisible and he had never seen eyes like hers, blue at the edge of the iris which faded into a deep purple then black as the iris became pupil. Her cries were becoming over whelming so the strangely scared Doctor leaned down a picked up the crying infant, "Shh, Shh, its okay." He said softly as he rocked the child in his arms.
The Doctor liked to say he could talk to babies but in reality he wasn't really talking, but communicating telepathically. Most children had had telepathic abilities even if their species didn't, they normally lost their abilities after a few months but some retained it, like those who claimed to be psychics or mystics, they really had slight telepathic abilities. He tried to contact the child this way with a simple 'hello' but found the baby had an extremely strong telepathic sheild.
Strange he thought infants didn't usually have telepathic walls. She's being protected from something or someone, but why? And how did she get on the TARDIS?
The baby had stopped crying and was cuddled happily in the crook of his arm. The Doctor looked down at the basket to see if anything else was there and saw a TARDIS blue card tucked into the white canvas lining of the basket. He grabbed it and opened it slowly. The words were confusing, joyful, fearful and a complete mystery. In smooth italic lettering it read:
She's yours
Keep her Safe
The Doctor tucked the note into his jacket as he stared at the baby girl.
If I am her father he thought her telepathic field might drop if she knew it.
Hello, I'm your daddy he thought at her again, in response a single word echoed back at him:
Hope.