Set before 'Rose'

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I sat at the door of the TARDIS, my legs swinging over the edge. I watched the sun rising over Africa, watched as the sun lit the yellow continent. I became aware of the man who was now standing behind me, glazing at Earth with all the same curiosity I possessed, even though he'd seen it a million times before.

"What do you think, Kid?"

I looked up at him, leaning against the door of the blue outer exterior. The Doctor was the single person in all of existence I knew - we were aware, of course, that that couldn't have always been true, but seeing as I could remember nothing of before he found me, we had no clue. Taking in his most recent change of clothing – black trousers, a purple top and a brown leather jacket – I nodded, "What do I think of what? You're new outfit?"

"Don't be daft – Earth. She's gorgeous, isn't she?" He folded his arms and with a pleased grin he leant against the other door.

I rolled my eyes, "Why this planet?" I frowned down at the planet, thinking of all the Doctor had told me about it - the development, the creations, the violence... and the wars; flashes of my first waking moments came back to me - destruction, lifelessness, utter devastation, so why...? "I don't get it. They're violent and cruel, they've been at war with each other for years and no-one seems to be looking for an end. Why are you so fascinated with them?"

"Because, Kiddo" he looked down at me, "even though they're capable of all that, even though they hate and kill and can be cruel, they can be so amazing – gentle and creative and caring; you don't know the half of it. Well, not yet anyway"

"And what's that meant to mean?"

"Means I'm going to show you"

"Show me Earth?"

"Yeah, Kid" The Doctor sat down beside me, hanging an arm around my shoulders. "Just saying that, have you thought of a name yet? I mean, not that I've got anything against calling you Kid – it's just, someone's going to ask, considering you look about 18"

I gave him a meaningful look, "You mean that you think people won't have a problem calling you Doctor but you think they might have a problem calling me Kid? Besides, I've always been that... Child, or Kid, at least, I think I was" I could tell him why, because I didn't know myself, but Kid felt right.

He pondered for a moment before smirking, "Ah, alright – but you get to explain that you're just Kid, deal?"

"Deal" I grinned.