Hi, Tis Mwa.

This is a random story I did. I was reading one of those Jenny fics, as you do, and I was reviewing a certain chapter, and this thought struck me. I went totally spastic, and I had to write this, I just didn't know how. Sorry it's short. I might do a second chapter… but what I'm thinking may be a bit depressing to write, seeing as it may be set at the end of 'The Doctor's Daughter'.

Don't steal ideas because it isn't right. :)

All rights to BBC and whoever wrote Doctor Who to begin with. I love the show, too bad I don't own it, or this plot would fit right into the series. NEHEHEHEHEHEEHE!

FlyFly

The blond girl stepped out of the odd blue box thing. Donna and Martha stood by his side, watching her, asking him questions. The blond looked around, before one of the other soldiers gave her, what looked like a pretty big gun.

"Where did she come from?" Martha asked on his left.

"Well… from me"

"From you?" Donna spoke from his right, her voice dripping with disgust, "How?"

"Who is she?"

"Well, she's… well… she's… my daughter" the Doctor replied. Half stunned.

"Hello Dad"

Something in the back of his mind was screaming, screaming, it's words so joined together he couldn't understand what it was saying. But he could guess what it was screaming about. It was so obvious.

Over the past year and a half, he hadn't put much direct thought to the young twenty one year old he'd left on a deserted beach in Norway. Rose Tyler. Someone who he doubted he would ever see again. But at the back of his large mind, there was that constant stream of thoughts. That constant hope, that maybe he would see his lost companion, possibly the only being that knew him best. The Doctor's imagination was vast, and in his head he could make up all sorts of stories. In the small part at the back, thinking about Rose, there was always a story playing. Always of her smiling face. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her gorgeous face.

Whatever had made this blond daughter of his, was based on that small part of is brain. She watched him carefully, before joining the other soldiers behind a metal frame. Even from the back she looked like Rose! Progenation, was how this girl was brought about, single organism reproduction. Yet, she wasn't just made of him. She was inspired by the stories inside him. Those of Rose.

She looked almost exactly like her inspiration, though some of her features resembled him. It was a comfort, seeing a part of his Rose with him. But it was also slightly odd, seeing what might have been the make up of both his and Rose's DNA. To have a child by her was completely impossible, they were two different species, but it was still… oddly, right, to see his daughter just like Rose.

Now he had, what he thought, all three of his companions, the ones he'd had in this body anyway. And that was a comfort to him as well. But in the back of his mind, he knew his was missing Rose still. Even if their child was here (Yes, he planned to call the blond girl his and Rose's child, though he would make sure to not say anything aloud), looking exactly as Rose did. She still didn't have the spark that Rose did. That spark in her eyes, as she discovered something new about a planet.

He had to remind himself this wasn't his Rose. This was a girl, made from him. Even though, that small part of his mind wanted to expand, to believe Rose Tyler was here with him, or that this blond was created by him and Rose. He couldn't bring himself to let it. It screamed and screamed and screamed. He did his best to ignore it. But he knew it was still there.

I KNOW! ISNT IT SAD! I love Rose, Rose is awesome, if I do a Doctor Who fic, it's probably going to have Rose in it. I love this idea too. It's awesome, I wish they put it in the series… but what can you do?

Please Review! It would be much appreciated, and I'll see if I can bring myself to do a second chapter. THANK YOU!

FlyFly xoxo