A/N: So, this is an epic that I'd had brewing in my head for a few months. Please be kind as it could be awhile between updates. The whole story hasn't come to fruition. I know how I want to start it, I know the middle reveal, and I know the end, but the body is still murky. Also, please keep in mind the 'wibbly- wobbly, timey- whimey' principle of Doctor Who. I've tried to keep this as much to cannon as I can to make it work.

SETTING: All over the place. Starts in 1960's Midwest America but after River Song has married 11

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the BBC characters. I'm only borrowing their likeness. I do own Wednee Song (not me even though that's my author name). Yes, it is misspelled. This will make sense once the story gets moving.

SUMMARY: Can't summarize to much without giving away the story. Just know it involves 10, 11, River Song, Daleks, Jack Harness (with a slight Torchwood crossover)

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The rain pounded down on her head, but the heavily pregnant red head kept moving towards the Abbey. She had to get there, for the sake of her child. She looked down at her vortex manipulator to see how much time she had before her Doctor caught up to them. He could never know. If he knew, the prophecy may come to pass. No, she was not going to let that happen.

As she approached the Abbey, she slipped climbing up the wet stairs. As she fell to her knee, a nun rushed out to help her. "Oh, my child. You shouldn't be it in this weather. Here, let me help you in." The nun grabbed her hand and lead her inside.

Upon entering the building, the Mother Supprior greated them. She made eye contact with the pregnant woman and nodded. " Your coming was foretold to us. We are to keep you here until you deliver and then raise the child in secrecy."

"Well you won't have to wait long," the woman groaned through clenched teeth. "This baby is coming now, very and now a moment to soon," she exclaimed looking at the manipulator. Only a few minutes.

"Come this way my child," the Mother Supprior said. She led the woman down a short hallway to a room with a bed; a wash basin already in place. "My sister here will be able to help with the birthing process. I will leave you in peace." With that, she left, closing the door behind her.

Two minutes later, the sister came out of the room swaddling a little baby. "It's a girl," she announced. Already knowing this, the Mother Supprior nodded her acknowledgement indicating the baby should be taken to the nursery.

A moment later, the red headed woman slowly stepped out of the room.

"You should not be up my child."

"Tell that to him when he arrives." As if on cue, the sound of the TARDIS materialising could be heard outside.

"You will keep her safe?"

"Of course my child," Mother Supprior replied. "But why should we call her?"

The red headed woman had the door open. She stopped and looked back at the faithful nun. "DeeDee."

"DeeDee ma'am?"

"Yes," said the woman with a devilish grin, "short for Doctor's Daughter." With that she left through the door, not turning back.

The door to the TARDIS opened and the Doctor [11] stuck his head out. "The you are." he smiled.

"Hello sweetie," replied River Song.