The Doctors Daughter

Looking for Him...

Prologue

"Why wont you just tell me who he is…I mean if you just tell me where he is or his name..." Rachel screamed at the top of her voice looking at her mother fire in her emerald green eyes.

"I've told you a million times I don't now where he is..."

"Is it that you don't now where he is... or is it you don't now who he is" Rachel said bitterly. Wiping her Brown hair out of her eyes.

There was silence in the room for a few seconds Rachel glaring at Rose, and Rose looking at Rachel sorrow in her eyes.

" Why would you say something like that" Her mother sighed

"Well you cant even tell me his name…That's all I want"

" I…I…Don't now what to say" Rose stated

Rachel shuck her head and ran out of the room passing Mickey and her grandmother on the stairs, knowing they were probably lessoning to every thing they where saying. When she reached her room she kicked her wardrobe and chucked herself onto her bed.

'Why was it so hard for mom to tell me who my dad was… all I need is a name or an address'… Rachel sighed as she thought this, and looked out of her window…

She must of drifted off to sleep because when she woke up it was dark, and there was someone knocking at her bedroom door.

"Rachel are you in there…can I come in" said a male voice at the other end of the door.

Rachel recognised the voice as her grandfather.

"Rachel.." he repeated

Rachel got off her be and slowly unlocked and opened her door. Her grandfather was leaning on the doorframe, he was still wearing his work suit and looked tiered. Her mother, Mickey and her grandfather all worked for a firm called torchwood which dealt with alien threats and trying to figure out there technology. Not many people new what Torchwood was, but Rachel new a lot about Torchwood because when she is ill her mother always took her there, she gave up asking her why a long time ago, and of course ears dropping which was her favourite pass time, she also went there for her work experience . The only reason why she was aloud was because her granddad owned the place. But when she was there she found it easy work, and when they court this alien called a weevil she actually managed to talk and under stand it after ten minutes of being in the same room, so she didn't understand why they always said it was hard work.

"Can I come in" he asked gesturing into Rachel's room.

Rachel didn't say anything but moved aside so he could walk in and closed the door behind. She picked things up off the floor as she made her way to her bed and sat down.

"It's a mess in hear, I thought your mom told you to clean it up last week." he stated with an amused grin.

"I don't think you came up hear do discus my room, so why don't you just get to the point." Rachel said fed up with people trying to lighten the mood before they hit the real reason they came to talk.

"Right! Well I heard you and your mom had another argument about your…um…dad" he said awkwardly.

When Rachel didn't answer he carried on.

"Well I just think that you should go easy on her…she's been though a lot and…" Rachel cut him off she had heard this a million times before.

"Well don't you think its hard for me as well, I mean whenever mom looks at me its like she's going to cry… I cant say or do anything right, I mean remember last week when I got an A in History, all I said was 'Isn't this fantastic' and she walks out of the room crying, I didn't see her all weekend, what did I do wrong?"

Rachel didn't wait for an answer and walked to her door and opened it.

"I'm not in the mood to talk at the moment I'm tiered" Rachel said simply not looking at her grandfather.

Once he was out of the room Rachel closed the door and sat on her window sill looking at the stars. Thinking' Who is my dad and why does everyone act so weird when i mention him. I wish I could get away from all of this domestic stuff, its too much work.. I want to travel, maybe even find my father.' Rachel smiled at the thought 'maybe she would'. Rachel got up and took her backpack out from under her bed…………