This story has nothing to do with my other Doctor Who story, A Family Heirloom. Jonathan Harkness doesn't exist, Rose is 25, Jack is 28, and Emily is 19. 10Rose

Emily sighed, walking down the busy streets of New York City in 1984. She was wearing black slacks and a purple blouse. She was wearing a black trench coat over it, and she had her slightly longer than shoulder length blonde hair tied up. Her hands were in her pockets, and she walked without any particular destination. She never did have any particular destination, after her parents were killed in the future. Year seven thousand, they had met their end together in an explosion that leveled a city. Only Emily and the TARDIS survived, both not in the city, but two miles outside of it. She was the Last Time Lord, and she had thirteen regenerations.

Rose Tyler and the Doctor. Those two names had surfaced through history, saving people. And now, both heroes were dead, leaving a nineteen year old on her own, with her fathers worn and battered, but very much loved TARDIS and his sonic screwdriver. Emily couldn't help but constantly think that if her father had his sonic screwdriver, he and Rose might've survived. But as her father said, you shouldn't dwell on what happened, keep your mind forward. She continued walking, catching the eye of several young men.


The Doctor flipped a lever and the TARDIS collided with the ground. Rose winced at the rough landing, but smiled at the Doctor. He was tracking another time machine, and had tracked it here, New York City in 1984. What he didn't expect was the TARDIS to detect another being with two hearts. Maybe a Time Lord survived the Time Wars?

"Well, here we are!" The Doctor said, grabbing his coat and slipping it on. Rose followed, slipping her passport into her pocket when the Doctor wasn't looking. She might need it. They both walked out of the TARDIS, hand in hand.


Emily heard the TARDIS and raised her eyebrow, walking quickly towards the sound. Another TARDIS? How was that possible? She had the last TARDIS in existence, she was sure of it. She pulled the sonic screwdriver out of her pocket and found the familiar blue police box sitting in an alley. She looked around, looking for a sign of anyone. There was no one in sight. She pulled her TARDIS key out of her pocket, and slipped it into the keyhole. It fit. It was the same TARDIS. This meant…The Doctor of the past had traced her TARDIS here. The Doctor's tenth regeneration was here. He was here before he had died. Emily's eyes lit up as she slipped her TARDIS key into her pocket, leaving the alley. The sonic screwdriver came out of her pocket and she began searching for them, not knowing they were searching for her.


The Doctor and Rose sat in a nice little restaurant, chatting and eating the local cuisine. The Doctor had no idea that his own daughter was getting closer to him. Rose was talking about American things, and the Doctor listened but also concerned with the other being he found with two hearts. He knew other beings had two hearts, but it was possible, though unlikely, that this other one was a Time Lord. The Doctor glanced out the window and saw a few people walking past, nothing new. What did catch his eye was a young girl wearing black and purple with slightly longer than shoulder length blonde hair. She had a sonic screwdriver in her hand, and the Doctor was immediately interested. She was a Time Agent, A Time Lord or a freelancer. Scratch the Time Agent part. She wasn't dressed as one; she wasn't dressed for the time either.

"Rose, look. It's the person we've been chasing across time and space. Lets go talk to her, see if we can find out anything about her." The Doctor said, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair and waiting for Rose to put on her jacket. The Doctor dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table, which covered their tab, and they left the place.

The Doctor was an expert at following people, and he followed the girl through the streets, not an easy feat, due to the time of day and amount of people. She was hard to miss, with the amount of black she was wearing. It was summer, most people were wearing light colors, but this girl wore dark like the heat didn't affect her. And if the Doctor was right, as he usually was, the heat didn't affect her. And if he was right, cold wouldn't bother her much either.

The Doctor stopped quickly, causing Rose to run into him. The girl had stopped, looking around. She then turned around and spotted the Doctor, her eyes going wide. The Doctor approached her carefully, not wanting to scare her. She stood there, the sonic screwdriver barely secure in her limp hand. She had the most beautiful blue-grey eyes he had ever seen on anyone. The Doctor bet she had a powerful gaze that would intimidate anyone.

"Hello there. I happened to notice that you had a sonic screwdriver. I also noticed that you have a TARDIS, am I right?" The Doctor asked, and the girl seemed to pull herself together.

"Yes, I have a TARDIS. It was my father's, he gave it to me before he and my mother died." Emily replied, and the Doctor's face softened a bit. Emily didn't appear upset, but for some reason, he had a feeling he knew her parents. He couldn't quite catch that feeling, though, so it went into the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring them up. I was wondering, though, because my TARDIS said that you had two hearts, who are you?" The Doctor inquired, and Emily smiled, just a bit.

"My Name's Emily Violet Tyler." She said, and Rose froze. Tyler. That was her name. Was she somehow related to Emily? Rose had to think, but she couldn't think of any way she could have a family member named Emily Violet Tyler.

"Ah. And let me guess. Rose here is your mum?" The Doctor asked Emily, and she nodded. Rose blinked. She didn't have a daughter! She was only twenty-five, for Christ's sake! She'd been with the Doctor for nearly six years, not with another guy!

"Ah. Makes sense, then. I don't have to ask you what your dad's name is; your two hearts pretty much gave that away. What are you doing in New York? This place doesn't have much going on, even if it did, no one would care." The Doctor commented, and Emily shrugged. She didn't have a particular reason to be here, she just was. She was a wanderer without a home, just like her father, because even though she was born on earth, she wasn't completely human. She didn't belong on earth, and she didn't have a home anymore, just the TARDIS.

"I'm just wandering. Nothing better to do, I just go where the TARDIS takes me. Sometimes I follow an alert or distress signal if I get one, but I needed to stop and let the TARDIS recharge her batteries. New York was just there." Emily explained, and the Doctor nodded.

"Well, if you'd like, you're more that welcome to travel with us. I'm sure you don't want to leave your TARDIS, but if you place it somewhere where no one will find it, like in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, and shut her down, you can come with us, and when you want to go back to your TARDIS-" A loud explosion cut them off. Emily's face was horrified.

"That's coming from where my TARDIS is!" Emily yelled, and began running towards the sound, when people were running away. The Doctor and Rose followed, knowing that this couldn't be good. That explosion wasn't natural; something other than a building had blown up.


Emily skidded to a halt at the sight in front of her. Flames were crawling up the buildings that sat beside her TARDIS. She couldn't believe it. Her TARDIS had exploded. Her father's favorite machine, the thing his father loved more than he loved life itself, was now gone. Emily stood there in shock, ignoring the fact that firemen and police men were trying to get her away from the inferno. She couldn't move.

"Emily!" The Doctor called, pushing through the police barricades, flashing his psychic paper to the police. They let him through, and he grabbed Emily's arm and pulled her out of the way of falling debris. She stumbled along with him, not caring who it was or where he was taking her. She had just lost the most important thing in her life.

"Is she okay?" Rose asked, and the Doctor shrugged. He didn't know how it felt to lose a TARDIS, he hadn't lost it before. He didn't want to know what it felt like. He had a feeling it wasn't pleasant at all.

"Emily? Listen to me. I'm not going to pretend I know what you feel like, but I need to get you medical attention. You're hurt. And I imagine you don't want to go, but Emily, you'll bleed to death if that cut's not looked at." The Doctor said, and he felt Emily give in. She probably shouldn't stick around here anyways, the police would ask questions, paramedics would show up and all that jazz. He took Emily's arm and guided her away, Rose on the other side of her.


Rose opened the TARDIS door, and held the door open as Emily and the Doctor came inside. The Doctor sat Emily down and ran the sonic screwdriver over the cut on the side of her face and on her neck. They were nasty cuts, caused from shards of falling glass and metal. Emily probably didn't even feel them. The Doctor fished his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it to her neck wound. It wasn't deep, but if he didn't look at it quick, she would go into shock from blood loss. He set the sonic screwdriver and ran it over her cuts, sealing them.

"Rose, we need to get her blood sugar back up, she's lost quite a bit of blood. Go to the kitchen and grab something sugary, but not too sugary." The Doctor said, and Rose hurried off to do what was requested of her.

"Emily, it's not the end of the world. I know you loved that TARDIS as much as your father loved it, but you're young. You still have to go on. If I could, I'd go back and try to stop it from blowing up, but I can't. You're more than welcome to travel with us, or if you want to go somewhere, I'll take you. But don't shut down because your TARDIS is gone. You're still here, and I'm sure your parents wouldn't like this attitude of yours." The Doctor told Emily, and she seemed to perk back up, because he was right. They wouldn't want her to sit there and feel sorry for herself and wish things had happened differently. She would live on; she could find another ship that would allow her to time travel, just not a TARDIS.

"That's better. Now, don't move. You've lost quite a bit of blood, nothing fatal; you'll just be a bit weak and foggy. I'd say you'd lost about a pint and a half of blood, but Rose is bringing you something that'll help." The Doctor ordered, grinning slightly. The Doctor had become a doctor. How ironic.

"Here you go." Rose said, bringing out a handful of mini sugar cookies and a glass of apple juice. Emily ate them, staring around the TARDIS. It looked like it did when her dad owned it, but Emily changed it when she took possession of it.

"I scanned the area and it seemed like your TARDIS exploded because it was too close to a radioactive substance that was messing with the Vortex. I'm surprised you didn't detect it when you landed, although, something was probably faulty or shorted out. That TARDIS was old, older than it had any right to be. You're welcome with us, until you a suitable time ship." The Doctor said, and Emily smiled. She couldn't stay with them long, just over two years, because that would be when Rose became pregnant with her. But that would be enough time to find a time ship and make her own way again into the universe. Time ships weren't as good as a TARDIS, but it would do.

"I think I'll stay with you. I haven't anything else to do, and I'm sure as hell not staying in New York. Bloody Americans." Emily said, and the Doctor grinned.

"I trust you know how to fly a TARDIS?" He asked Emily, who gave him the 'are you serious?' look. His smile widened and she stood. Still a bit shaky, but she'd be fine in a minute.

"Fantastic!"

Love it? Hate it? What do I need to do to improve it? I'll tell you right now this is going to be a Jack/Emily story,because I feel like I don't give Jack enough attention. He needs some romance too.