Hello there! I'm going to warn you - this is the first Doctor Who fan fic. And I most definitely don 't know everything there is to know about Doctor Who, but I do try to research things I use so I'm at least somewhat informed.

I'm trying a new style of writing with this story, and I am not used to it. I apologize if it's a bit awkward at times. Not only that, but for some reason, FF.N doesn't let me use tabs. I don't understand why, to be honest, seeing as tabbing the first line of a paragraph is grammatically correct (do we not like grammar here...?), but the point is I can't change it. I know double spacing between paragraphs can substitute tabbed paragraphs, so I guess I can just deal with it. I'm sorry that you, my dear reader, don't get to read the story as it's meant to be. Please forgive me.

But still, I would greatly appretiate it if you would comment. I love criticism, so long as it's constructive. I want suggestions on how to make my writing better, not 'I didn't like your story so I think you suck!' If you're going to tell me you hate me and my writing, please give me a good reason why. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I do not own Time Lords. I do not own Gallifrey. (Though I wish I did.)

Enjoy.

The Princess

Chapter One - Leaving

It was dark. It was so dark. She could barely even move in that tiny space. But she could hear things - horrible, terrifying things! - things that no person should ever have to hear. Her cheeks were soaked with silent tears. She could hear them. They were coming. Closer, closer. She couldn't stay there! They'd find her! She had to go!

But she'd promised she'd stay.

But if she did they would find her!

But her father was coming.

But he hadn't come! And they would find her! And who knew what they would do!

She pushed the door open, knowing exactly what she would do, exactly where she would run--

It was there! Right in front of her! Looking at her! And it spoke - such a horrid voice - speaking to her - teasing her - threatening her! She screamed, trying to get around it-

'No! Please, no! Let me go! Please, please! No!'
"... -o... No! No!"

Her eyes snapped open. The world was blurry. Tears had puddled in her eyes, running every few seconds down her face when the puddle became to large to stay there. Her chest was heaving with strained breath, her body covered in a cold sweat, trembling from both fear and cold.

Cold. Oh, it was so cold...

But it wasn't a threatening cold. It felt more like a breeze, intensified by the moisture on her skin. Yes, a breeze...

It took her a minute to realize that she was in her bed.
It took her another moment to realize she was on New Gallifrey.
It took her barely any time at all to realize she was alive.

Alive. The word sounded so nice, she thought as she rolled over, pressing her face to her pillow to dry her tears. Alive, and on New Gallifrey.
New Gallifrey, she thought. New Home...

It was the gentle nudge on her side that opened her eyes this time. Amiyl stared at her with glowing yellow eyes. She smiled at the panther-like creature weakly, petting his head.

"It's alright. It was just a dream." She said softly. She closed her eyes, whispering to herself this time.

"It was... just a dream..."

And she sat there, for a long time. She tried to sleep. But night after night the same dream haunted her, and night after night, like a child, she couldn't sleep for fear of the dream returning. She heaved a sigh. She couldn't stay there. She knew it would haunted her until she found out. She though of what Kalie had said. Yes, she'd leave.

Tomorrow, she would leave New Gallifrey. She would leave New Home.

...: ? :...

The people had counted nineteen years since Gallifrey had fallen and been destroyed in the last great Time War. There had been four years until they had found the abandoned planet Arydiir. And then another six years until they had claimed the planet their own, rebuilding the Citadel, greater than it had been before. They renamed the planet New Gallifrey, and they began again.

And then, in the fourteenth year since the end of Old Gallifrey, she came to them. No one knew who she was, or where she was from. But she was one of them, that they knew for sure. And she was beautiful. But she gave them no name, nor any explanation at all. She just appeared one day, materializing in her TARDIS right in front of the Capitol.

They named her the Princess, for they were certain she was one. She was beautiful and regal, polite and intelligent. That is, when she spoke, for she rarely spoke.
She was a member, now, of the new High Council. She knew things that none of the others knew. She saw things that none of the others saw. And she was beautiful...

But the Princess was not happy on New Gallifrey. Indeed, she never had been. There had always been something that she'd wanted, something that her life on New Gallifrey could never give her. She'd searched for it before she'd gone there. That had been why she'd gone there, to find it - him.

There was one person she considered her friend on New Gallifrey, a girl by the name of Kalie. It had been Kalie that first noticed how unhappy she was. And it had been Kalie's idea to leave New Gallifrey. She wanted an adventure, and the Princess wanted to find someone. Two birds with one stone, they agreed. And in the nineteenth year of New Gallifrey, they left.

And thus the story begins...