(This is my first Doctor Who Story. I've been working on this story for a while now and I hope it's not too bad. I know this type of story has been done a few times but I really wanted to write one. Enjoy! Please review! And go easy on me, please. I'm new at this. Oh and P.S., it jumps through time a bit so it may be a bit confusing. Sorry about that. Anyway, enjoy!)
Chapter 1
River Song held the baby tightly in her arms. The little girl was sleeping peacefully, not knowing how much danger she would be in if the world knew who and what she was. The little baby was an hour old and her mother had to hide her. Her own father didn't know of her existence. River strapped the vortex manipulator on her wrist and held the manipulator against the baby swaddled in cloth. With that the two zipped through space and time. The mother and child were in front of a store. It was 1930 in New York. The New York Orphanage was just a few blocks away. River hated doing this, but she had to. She went into the store with her daughter and bought a cot, a locket, stationary paper and a pen. She placed the baby in a cot in front an orphanage. She placed a note on her daughter and kissed her on the cheek. The locket was next to the paper. It was a gold locket shaped in a heart. The letter A was engraved on it. Inside the locket River put a picture of her and the baby's father. They were on easter island together. Oh how River loved that day.
"I love you Amser Song, don't you ever forget that." She whispered, tears in her eyes. She typed in the coordinates on her Vortex Manipulator and with that she was gone. The porch light flicked on and a woman opened the door.
"What is going-" She started, she stopped when she saw the baby on the doorstep. The baby burst into tears. The woman picked up the brand new baby and brought her inside.
8 years later
Her name was Amser Song. That's what the letter from her mother said and she was sticking to it. She was a rebellious eight year old who loved adventure. Well, she assumed she was 8. She wasn't sure how old she was. Amser sat on the window sill that night, looking up at the stars. There was something about those stars she loved with all her heart. Well, two hearts. Only she knew that she had two. She assumed it was a birth defect. 'That's why my parents didn't want me.' She thought one night. But she read the note she stole from Mrs. Peters room over and over again. She found the note only a week ago and the paper already looked about a hundred years old from Amser's constant folding and refolding. She read the letter once again.
Dear Amser Song,
That is your name no matter what they tell you. Your father doesn't know you exist but when he meets you he'll fall in love just like I did. However, you're not safe with us. The most dangerous place for you right now is with us. We will bring you home one day. You'll meet your mom and dad, your grandparents and maybe your great grandparents. You'll learn who you really are one day. Until then, you have to brave. As brave as I had to be when I was away from my parents. Your father isn't your average dad. He is the oncoming storm, his name can stop an army dead in their tracks. He has saved every single planet at least 27 times and he will save you. He is the Doctor. I miss you already and I'm watching you sleep as I write this. I love you so much. I'll see you soon.
Love your mother,
River Song
Amser couldn't help but be angry. Her parents left her alone in this world and barely explained anything. Mrs. Peters, the woman who ran the orphanage was a cruel old woman. She didn't even know her birthday and the only thing she had ever eaten her entire life was mush. She wasn't completely sure what was in it. That didn't matter, she was leaving this place tomorrow morning. She smirked at the thought. Mrs. Peters said she was finally rid of me. A new mommy was taking her home tomorrow. She packed the minute she heard the news. She also snuck into Mrs. Peters room for the last time. She found a locket with the letter A on it. It was in a file with her name on it. 'Sally.' The name she went by until she found the letter. She now wore the locket around her neck. She stared at the picture of her mom and dad inside it. They looked like nice people. If only she could meet them.
Her new mother smelt like chocolate chip cookies. She ate all of them in under an hour. They tasted a million times better then any bowl of mush she ever had. She now had a brother. His name was Richard. He had a bushy head of red hair and freckles dotted all over his face. He looked about as old as her. He was 8 years old. Her new mother bought her a nice new dress. It wasn't tattered or old or dirty. It was perfect. Amser smirked with glee as she walked into the school building. One girl named Stacey didn't like Amser. As she walked int her classroom she tripped Amser. Amser collapsed on the floor. Everyone laughed.
"What a klutz!" Stacey laughed.
"Stacey, that's not funny!" The teacher snapped. That didn't spoil Stacey's mood as she sat down. Amser pulled herself up and sat in a chair. She spent the whole class trying not to cry. After class Amser was in the hallway. Her eyes were watering. But she hid her face and stared down at her shoes. Soon, Amser saw another pair of feet in front of hers. A hand pulled her face up. It was Richard.
"Stacey's mean, but you get used to her." Richard consoled. He wiped the stray tears away from her face.
"Yeah." Was all she could reply.
"Be brave, you don't have to go through it alone." He said. From then on, Richard had a special place in her heart. He and his mother were the only ones who ever showed her love.
3 months later
"Amser, you're going to be late for school." Her adopted mother chirped. She rushed down the stairs, racing her adoptive brother Richard. She had lived with that woman for three months and she loved that place. The love, the joy, the food! It was such a great life for Amser. Mrs. Peters said her name was Sally but Amser made sure she had the right name.
"Coming!" Amser called. She and Richard plopped into chairs, ready for a fabulous breakfast. Amser practically devoured her breakfast. She hugged her adoptive mother goodbye as she ran out to the bus stop.
"Wait!" Her mother called. Amser froze. Her mother handed her a photo. "I got you the picture from our camping trip." They had just camped in the backyard. You could see the porch in the background. Amser loved it. She spent the whole day at school cutting it to fit in the other half of her locket.
School. What a fabulous invention! Amser loved school. She always got straight A's. Her favorite subject was history. She loved it so much. Except for Stacey but as Richard had said, you get used to it. She flipped aimlessly through her history book as she walked home from the bus stop. Well, it was the school's but she decided to take it home anyway. Richard was right on her heels.
"Wait up Amser!" He shouted.
"Keep up, silly!" Amser called, glancing back only for a second and then returning to her book. She had landed on a page about Ancient Rome. She read through it throughly. Her thoughts ere interrupted when she bumped into a police officer. She looked up. She was in front of her house. What was once her house. It was burnt to the ground.
"Is mommy okay?" Richard asked. The police officer just looked at us and Amser knew she wasn't okay.
As they rode in the back of the cop car Amser knew where they were going, but she didn't have the hearts to tell him. Richard was crying and Amser held him close. She knew this suburban dream was too good to be true.
"Mommy's gone." He cried.
"She's in a better place Richard." Amser consoled.
"She left me all alone!" Richard sobbed.
"You're not." Amser said. "I'm here." Richard's tear stained face looked up at her. "Be brave, you don't have to go through it alone." Richard hugged her tighter and cried. Amser stayed strong. She had to be brave for the both of them.
7 years later
Back in the orphanage, once again. Amser and Richard sat in the closet. The other children were cruel and disgusting, so they locked them in there. But no matter how mean they were she still refused to let Mrs. Peters lay a hand on any one of them. She was the only one who got beat in that orphanage. She just didn't have the hearts to watch anyone get hurt. The two didn't know how long they'd be stuck in that closet but at least they had each other. The year was 1945. Seven years since Richard's mother died. Amser was there for him, since she knew what it was like to be alone in the world. But they weren't alone anymore. Another woman wanted to adopt Amser, but she declined because she wouldn't take Richard with her. The two were now both fifteen years old. At least I'm pretty sure I was 15. I still don't know my own birthday.
"So, we're in a dirty smelly closet." Richard sighed.
"What else is new?" Amser asked. "This whole place smells like this closet." Richard laughed.
"Do you think we'll get out of here one day?" Richard asked. Amser put on brave face.
"Of course we will, Richard." Amser smirked. "Good things happen to good people." Amser looked up at the ceiling and noticed something she hadn't before. An air duct. Amser smiled for real this time. "I think one of those good things just happened."
The air duct was cramped. Amser wasn't a fan of small, cramped spaces. But she managed. Richard was right behind her.
"When can we get out?" Richard whined.
"As soon as we find an exit." Amser sighed. She loved Richard. They shared a mother for only three months but they had made a connection. Richard was practically her little brother. As they continued crawling, Amser heard a voice.
"Now, you say her name is Sally?" A man asked. Amser froze, remembering her old name.
"Yes, I don't know a single girl in this orphanage named Amser, you must be thinking of Sally." Mrs. Peters said. Amser rolled her eyes.
"She still calls you Sally?" Richard asked.
"She's stubborn that one." Amser sighed.
"Well, I'd love to meet her Mrs. Peters." The man replied.
"BOBBY!" Mrs. Peters yelled.
"Robert gets to call himself Bobby and you can't call yourself Amser?" Richard asked.
"Mrs. Peters just has a special hatred for me since I was dropped off on her doorstep 15 years ago." Amser replied. "She used to call me the burden." The two heard Robert rush down the stairs.
"Yes Mrs. Peters?" Robert asked.
"See if you can find that little brat Sally." Mrs. Peters snapped. "She's probably with the Richard, that freckle freak."
"Hey." Richard said.
"Just ignore it." Amser replied. "C'mon, let's find a way out of here." She went forward a few centimeters but the vent was weak in that area. There was a loud groan.
"What was that?" Richard asked. Before Amser could answer the vent broke from underneath them. They crashed about ten feet onto the carpet of the lobby. When Amser looked up she saw Mrs. Peters and a man looking down at her and Richard. The man had the craziest hair, light skin and brown eyes. He wore a tweeted jacket and a ridiculous bow tie.
"You wanted to see me Mrs. Peters?" Amser asked.
"You little brat!" Mrs. Peters screamed. Amser stood up and then helped Richard up.
"Good evening sir, sorry we had to drop in like this." Amser smirked. "I'm Amser Song, ignore what Mrs. Peters says my name is, and this is Richard."
"Hello." Richard said, brushing some dust off of his jacket.
"You wanted to see me?" Amser questioned.
"Hello Amser, I'm here to take you home." The man smirked.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not going anywhere without Richard." Amser said. "Thank you for your interest." She turned to Richard. "Come come Richard, there's a score to be settled with those who locked us in the closet."
"You should've stayed there you rotten brat!" Mrs. Peters yelled. Amser rolled her eyes as she and Richard walked up the stairs.
"Well you can both come if you like." The man said. A smile spread across the kid's face. Amser turned.
"You mean it?" Richard asked.
"Of course I do." The man smirked. "Trust me, I'm the Doctor." Amser's eyes widened. That's what her mother called her father in the letter. Is it him? Could it really be her father?
Richard and Amser packed their bags as fast as they could. Amser, much more excited then Richard. She blurted out the story of the letter and the locket. So fast Richard barely understood her. But he managed. Amser had memorized every word in that letter and repeated it to Richard as she crammed her few possessions into a dirty old bag.
"So, you think that's your dad?" Richard asked.
"It has to be! I know it is!" Amser shouted with joy. "The letter said they'd come back for me and they did!" Amser nearly ripped RIchard's arm off as they rushed down the stairs. The man called the Doctor stood by the doorway.
"Ready?" He asked.
"I was born ready." Amser replied. Never had that statement been more true. "C'mon Richard, we're leaving."
The man lead them outside to a police box. Amser admired how blue it was. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors opened.
"Wow." Richard said.
"Come on in." The Doctor smirked. They went into the blue box. It was bigger on the inside. Much bigger.
"This is incredible." Amser smiled, admiring the inside of the police box.
"Isn't it?" The Doctor asked with a smile.
"Bu….wha….how?" Richard asked.
"It's another dimension, Richard." The Doctor explained. "Try to keep up."
"But you didn't-" Richard started.
"So Amser." The Doctor interrupted. He bent down in front of Amser so they were eye level. "Have you ever noticed that you're different. Amser nodded. The Doctor smiled. "Of course you have. You're not normal at all, Amser."
"Yeah, I'm an orphan." Amser said. "That's not exactly normal."
"No." The Doctor smiled. "You're not even that normal." Amser raised an eyebrow. Completely confused at what was going on. The Doctor turned to Richard. "You must be Amser's best friend." The two boys shook hands. "Pleasure to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you as well." Richard replied.
"What is this place?" Amser asked.
"It's the TARDIS." The Doctor answered. "Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."
"This is a time machine?" Amser questioned.
"Correct." The Doctor replied. "But more then that."
"More then a time machine?" Richard questioned.
"Any place, anytime, any where you want to go." The Doctor said.
"Other planets?" Amser questioned hesitantly. The Doctor turned to her and smiled.
"Any planet you could possibly imagine." He smiled.
"Wait, you're trying to tell me you're a time traveler?" Richard asked.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you." The Doctor replied. He pulled some levers and turned some dials. "Now we have to pick up your mother and grandparents."
"Wait, my family?" Amser asked.
"Exactly." The Doctor said. This had been on Amser's mind sense she first heard his name. She finally decided to ask the big question.
"Are you my father?" Amser blurted out. The Doctor turned to me and looked me deep in the eye. No one's ever looked at her like that.
"I was wondering when you'd ask." The Doctor smirked. "Yes, I'm your dad."
