Prologue

The lamp swung lazily overhead as the woman walked in and placed her hands on top of the table.

The young girl sitting on the other side had her head tilted down, but you still couldn't miss the mischievous smile. "You're still not going to get anything from me."

"What can I do? What do I have to do to get you to talk?"

"Why should I give you anything? I don't even know you." The woman turned abruptly and left the room. The girl giggled.

On the other side of the door, the woman picked up the phone, "Get me Torchwood." A while later, a man in a long coat walked into the room and extended his hand to the girl.

"Captain Ja-"

"Oh come off it we've met before. I know who you are."

"Well I still don't know much about you, 'Bad Wolf', except that you have some connection to The Doctor."

"How do you know that?" She asked with a grin.

"Because I know what 'Bad Wolf' is. Now why don't you just tell me who you are?"

"Hmm... I suppose maybe it's time to talk." The girl said quietly, "So many secrets, time for them to be heard." She sat up tall, looked him in the eyes and stated boldly, "My name is Jennifer Blaidd Smith and you're gonna want to write this down.

I had a pretty normal childhood. I have a family, who I love very much and miss dearly. I grew up just like any other kid, more or less. See, I was born with a medical condition that nobody had ever heard of: Gallifreyus. I was born with two hearts. Not only that, but I'm also a genius; top of the class and a few years ahead of everyone else. But that didn't stop me from being normal; I played with friends, I got into fights, and used my smarts to prank people whenever I got the chance. But this isn't the story I need to tell, I need to tell you about the night my bedtime stories came to life.

My father suffered from depression, anyone could see that, but he loved us very much and wouldn't ever let that get in the way of things. There were only three things that could truly make him happy: me, my mother, and telling me bedtime stories.

Every night he'd tuck me into bed and weave magical tales of a wonderful madman called The Doctor. He was an alien with two hearts from a planet called Gallifrey (I always thought the stories were just to make me feel better about my condition). He travelled the stars and soared through time in a little blue box, and had the most incredible adventures. He told me a different story every night, and as I grew older, the stories grew deeper. Suddenly there was sadness, and anger, and passion in the stories; some of them were frightening enough to give nightmares, and when I asked why he told me the scary ones he just told me that he couldn't skip a single one.

I didn't know what he meant until the eve of my fourteenth birthday, when he told me the last story. I asked him how there could be a last story and he started to cry. He said that this was the last story about The Doctor that he could tell, but he would only tell me if I was sure I wanted to hear it. He told me that the end of the story was going to change my life. I was going to laugh but I saw his eyes, his old, sad, tired eyes and I knew he was telling the truth. I also knew without question that I wanted to hear the story.

And so he told me. He told me the final story, which he appropriately named Journey's End. It was the most exciting story yet; the biggest and the best, and The Doctor saved the day like he always does. But there was a cost. A human-timelord biological meta-crisis: a second doctor. A human doctor who was left at Bad Wolf Bay with Rose Tyler to live a normal human life. A human doctor who took on the name John Smith and married Rose Tyler and had a daughter. A daughter with two hearts.

I am Jennifer Blaidd Smith and my parents are Rose and John Smith. This is the story of how I came to this world. This is the story of my journey. This is why you're going to help me."