Author's Note: Yeah, so seeing as it's midnight right now, this probably isn't my best work ever. But it's been so long since I uploaded a story, I just had to put this out there. Just so no one's confused, this is set right after Rory and Amy left but before Clara joined, meaning the Doctor is in his eleventh form and companionless. I very much like the idea of the Doctor meeting up with Jenny again, but it just doesn't look like that's going to happen. Thanks a lot, Stephen Greenhorn. But anyways, here's the story, feel free to criticize me (Just don't be too nasty), and please please please please PLEASE review... Such a simple act brings such joy to my heart. Thank you!


The Doctor loved Earth. It was such a homey planet. There were all the little humans, going about their business and having dreams and changing the world. They were such a fascinating race… Just when you thought you knew everything about them, thought you could predict all of their reactions to something- poof! They would surprise you by defying a monster in the face of watching someone they loved die but cower away from the idea of doing something as simple as riding a horse. Which is why the Doctor loves to visit Earth, to simply walk around the planet and observe all the silly humans.

It was one of those days where the Doctor is all alone, and simply needed something to do. So, he set coordinates for London 2003, and smiled as he thought about the funny little humans he would soon be visiting.

When the big blue box materialized in a dark alleyway, the Doctor stepped out and looked around, making sure no one had seen his time machine appear.

The moment he stepped out into the street, he knew there was something wrong. Everything was still. Everything was silent. The city was like a ghost town, empty of its people bustling around, talking, yelling, driving, shopping, eating, working…

The Doctor crossed the empty street and put his head up to a shop window. A little old lady sat huddled in a corner with a cup of tea, reading a book.

The Doctor entered, a small bell announcing his arrival. The woman jumped, nearly sloshing tea all over herself.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice wavering.

The Doctor looked around the little shop. There were shelves of little glass objects like angels or vases. The Doctor didn't like statues of angels, so he picked up a small bowl and said, "I want to buy this."

"Ten pounds." Said the woman.

The Doctor pulled some cash from his pockets and handed it over to the woman.

"Keep the change." He said.

She nodded and stuck the money in her pocket.

The Doctor surveyed the clammy woman for a moment, and then figured he would get better answers somewhere else.

"Well, good bye now." He said. "Have a nice day."

"Er- thank you." Replied the woman.

The Doctor nodded and stepped out of the little shop into a light mist. He strolled down the street, occasionally poking into shops or restaurants but receiving the same results every time.

"No, it was a nineteen sixty-three police box, just standing there broad as daylight. And it definitely wasn't there when I checked yesterday morning."

"Elle, I've got more important things to think about than a police box right now. With all that's been going on lately, you're probably just overstressed."

"Am not! I swear, it wasn't there yesterday!"

The Doctor rounded the corner to see three figures, walking along the sidewalk, all of them wearing dark hooded jackets hiding their faces. Finally, some people out on the street!

"Hello!" Said the Doctor brightly.

"Who are you?" Barked one of the three. The Doctor was sure it was a girl.

"I'm the Doctor." He replied.

"The what?" Asked another.

"The Doctor." He repeated.

"Doctor who?" asked the last.

"Just the Doctor." He smiled. Oh, it never got old.

"That's so funny…" Said one of the girls in a faraway voice. "I used to know someone named the Doctor."

"Oh, shut up, Jenny!" Exclaimed one girl. "We've heard about him a billion times. But your dad isn't going to come find you."

"Wait- Jenny?" Asked the Doctor. His two hearts were pounding in his chest. Could it be- was it possible?- that this was Jenny, his daughter, in front of him now? But no, she was dead, he had seen her die in his arms.

"Yeah, that's my name." Said the girl.

"You said you knew someone called the Doctor?"

She gave a short, humorless laugh. "Yeah, I knew him alright… He was my dad."


Author's Note: So, that's the first chapter. If you liked it, please give me a review, because the more good reviews I get, the more fueled to write for the fans I am, resulting in quicker chapter updates. Thanks for reading! ;D