The Doctor's Daughter
"Have you seen him?" the girl asked.
"No! What's it to you anyway?" the tall man replied.
"Listen Capone, he was here and we all know it. The Doctor knew you."
"Everybody knows me. I'm the Al Capone."
"If you don't tell me all you know, you won't be anybody. I'm not as nice as the Doctor"
"And what might a little girl like you do?" as soon as he said that, there was a mighty swish and a thud. As Capone turned to the side, he saw a silver dagger embedded in the wood.
"A helpless little girl. Yep. That's me." she said with her back turned.
"Wait. What's your name?" Al asked, shouting to cross the distance. She didn't reply to him, but to herself as she walked into the TARDIS. "Tyler."
Seventy-five buttons pushed later, and she was hurtling through time and space. Looking for her father.
He had been missing for. . . a while. It was a bit confusing keeping track of time while you were hurtling through time and space. Tyler x-ed off one more bullet point. No Doctor there. Tyler thought. She took off her father's coat and laid it gently down. It was all she had of him besides the TARDIS. She stifled a sob. She hadn't found her dad. She just couldn't find him. As the TARDIS lurched to a stop in the 21st century, tears threatened to fall. Anger and determination were the only things that kept her from collapsing into the nearest ditch. Walking out of the TARDIS, she surveyed the familiar surroundings of Canary Warf. Also known to her as Torchwood. Torchwood meant Captain Jack Harkness. Captain Jack meant a bed and a bowl of Ramen Noodles. Almost stumbling up the stairs, Tyler managed NOT to pass out before she met Jack.
"Hayo kiddo." Jack said as he hugged her.
"Nice to see you too." she mumbled. Jack took one quick look at her.
"Bed?" he asked.
"That would be nice." she muttered, and then passed out.
"Always a Saturday. She always shows up on a Saturday." he muttered, carrying her to the couch. Tyler preferred Jack's battered up couch to the barren empty TARDIS.
After 12 hours of nice sleep, Tyler woke. Bright light filtered through her eyes. "The light! It burns!" she hissed. Tyler was still giggling as she got her bacon. She was heading for the TARDIS and the 20th century. 1945.