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A/N: Well, I realized that I'm always busy on Sundays so I thought it might be better to update on Mondays. Since I have this story done, I really don't care when I update. So, Mondays just make it a little easier on me. Here's this.
Enjoy!
"Tyler." The Doctor repeated softly. "The daughter of Rose Tyler." He stated matter-of-factly. She nodded slowly. "And," his voice wouldn't allow him to continue.
"And John Tyler." She finished for him. She laughed nervously, "I guess that makes you my father too."
Clara stopped rubbing Alena's back, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?" She asked. She looked up to the Doctor, who still hadn't taken his eyes off of Alena, then looked to Alena, who was staring at the ground. "How is the Doctor your father? You just said it was some bloke called John Tyler."
"The Doctor umm, he was going to regenerate. But instead he created a biological metacrisis; a half human, half Time Lord Doctor." Clara opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly, resembling a fish.
"I'm sorry, what?" She repeated. Alena giggled softly.
"It's simple really. He stored his own regeneration energy and DNA into a hand that had been cut off the previous year, or two if you count the year that never was. Anyways, another brilliant woman, Donna, had touched the jar. It took some of her own DNA to form a brand new Doctor. Except this Doctor was half human, half Time Lord since he had taken some of Donna's and the Doctor's DNA. He had all the memories of the Doctor and everything." Alena explained. The Doctor looked slightly surprised that this girl could explain it so simply when the actual process was much more complicated.
"That sounds strange but very," Clara paused, "Doctorish?" Alena erupted into more giggles causing Clara to join in.
"Where is he now?" The Doctor asked gruffly. This caused Alena to sober up almost instantly.
"He's," her voice cracked barely, "umm, he's dead." She said simply, her head going down ever so slightly.
"What happened?" Clara asked the girl softly. Her eyes were brimming with fresh tears, causing Clara to pull her back into a tender embrace.
"There was a car crash." Alena could almost laugh at how simple she made it sound. She closed her eyes remembering every detail specifically.
"Alena." John's voice choked. "Rose." He called, reaching blindly. Alena had yet to open her eyes for fear of what might be waiting for her. She felt a hand on her shoulder prompting her to open her eyes. She gasped at the gruesome sight that greeted her. Her father was lying next to her with glass shards sticking out in various places. A long string of blood ran across his forehead and one large glass piece was imbedded into his abdomen.
"Dad." Alena's voice shook. "Daddy!" She cried. She tried to reach for him but a sharp pain shot up through one of her legs. She looked down noticing the unnatural angle. She pushed herself towards her dad, ignoring the pain from the glass and her leg. "Daddy." She cried as she reached him. Tears were streaming down her face. "I'm here daddy." She spoke softly. He smiled to her as best he could. She could smell the smoke which began to thicken. "Where's mom?" Alena asked fearfully. Truthfully, John didn't know. But he did not want Alena to know that.
"Alena, you need to get out of here." He said as best he could between coughs and wheezes. "Go find your mother."
"But daddy, the car." She trailed off looking to the fire that was starting. The car would blow up. She needed to get him out of there. He shook his head.
"Alena you have to run." He breathed.
"I'm scared." She cried, holding on to her father with all of her strength.
"Fear is an illusion." He explained quietly. "It stops us from doing what we should do." Alena felt a deep pain hit her leg. An overwhelming heat was creeping up from her thigh causing her to hiss. "Go now, Alena, find your mother and keep her safe. I love you." Alena looked back as she felt a hand wrap around her waist. Somebody was pulling her out of the fire! They could save her dad!
"It's okay daddy, they're going to save us!" Alena cried in joy. In moments she was pulled out followed by the limp form of her father. Her smile faded and the tears started. "Daddy?" She went to move closer only to be pulled back by one of the men who helped her. "Daddy?" She tried again, slightly louder and more hysterical. Her father still sat unmoving. She pulled free from the man holding her and fell next to her father. "No, no, no, daddy, please. You promised!" She wailed. Another man came to pull her off her father. "You promised you wouldn't leave me!" She cried. "Please, daddy, wake up." She fought against the man pulling her back. "I don't want you to go." She whispered as the man finally pulled her back.
"My father and I were pulled from the wreckage but my mother's body wasn't found." Alena stated, reeling her memories in and locking them firmly behind a wall.
"How did you get back here?" The Doctor asked, his face masked to appear devoid of any emotion. "Better yet, why?"
"My parents were having a hard time having a kid. They tried for years but nothing happened until one day my mom found out she was pregnant with me. It was a rough pregnancy and they almost lost me several times but eventually I was born. When I was born, I was extremely sick. The problem was, I didn't have any ties to that universe. Neither of my parents were born in that universe. Everyone had someone who they were replacing except for my mother, my father, and me. It's almost like the universe was rejecting me. It could stand my mother and father because my mom had parents that did replace somebody and my father was half Time Lord but when it came to me it just didn't work. At first my parents thought it was because of them so they had me live in America. I only got to see them a few times a year. But that wasn't helping either. I would sometimes just collapse or get so sick that the doctors were sure I was going to die. My father had been working his hardest to try and figure out a way to get me back to this universe. Three years ago, I had gotten sick again except it was worse than the other times. I couldn't breathe on my own and my vitals were deteriorating. Mom and dad put me on the other TARDIS and," Alena paused, a single tear fell, "she gave her life to get us over here. Mom and dad have been acting normal for the past few years while I recovered. We were on our way to see Jack when the car crashed."
"So what happened to Rose?" The Doctor pressed while Clara continued to comfort the clearly distraught girl.
"I don't know. She must have been taken from the crash. I've been looking for her for the past few months." Alena explained, curling tighter into Clara's embrace.
"Why didn't you just go back to the day of the crash and find out who took her?" He asked like he had figured it all out. Clara's eyes widened in horror and she glared at the Doctor. Alena laughed cruelly.
"I wouldn't have the strength to not try and save them. They're my parents; do you honestly think I could sit back and watch one die and the other be taken from me by, by something?" She asked hysterically.
"Really not helping, Doctor." Clara muttered.
"So that's why you want to get another vortex manipulator? To look for Rose?" The Doctor questioned. Alena looked at him with an expression so broken Clara felt her heart ache for the girl and the Doctor even seemed to soften.
"She's all I have left." Alena whispered brokenly. The Doctor sighed.
"I suppose we can help you look for it." The Doctor said.
"Help her look for it? Why don't we just take her on the TARDIS?" Clara asked, almost outraged for the poor child.
"Clara." The Doctor warned her.
"It's okay, Clara." Alena said. "Any help I get is appreciated." She smiled softly to Clara who returned it in kind.
"So where is this 'Factory'?" The Doctor asked.
"I have no idea." Alena said. "I built a technological tracker that should be able to lock on to the vortex manipulator through the vortex remnants but I haven't been able to power it. I do believe that a certain setting like, oh, I don't know, 36b on a sonic screwdriver is the correct frequency to jump start it." She stated with a pointed look in the Doctor's direction.
"Right," he pulled out the sonic screwdriver and jumpstarted the device, "aren't you a little too young to be building devices of this kind of power?" He asked.
"I'm fifteen, I've been doing quantum physics since I was nine." She replied. The Doctor couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face. She smiled back at him and jumped up with a fake mask of joviality back on. It almost scared the Doctor how well she could hide her emotions. It does make some sense though, seeing how she's the daughter of the two who could mask them best. He looked back down to the device in his hand when it dinged.
"Right, this shouldn't take long." He jumped up, Clara and Alena following suit. "Is there a back exit, Alena?"
"Yeah, only go up the first flight then take a left." She explained. "You can call me Lena, everyone does." She said.
"Well then, Lena, Clara, shall we?" He started up the stairs, the two girls following behind him. Lena looked to Clara noticing the slightly putout look on her face while they were walking.
"What's up?" Lena asked Clara. Clara seemed to shake herself out of it, sending a warm smile to the girl.
"Oh nothing, just thinking." Clara replied. Lena had a knowing smile.
"Thinking about what?" Lena questioned. Clara looked to her.
"Oh, you know, whatever else I might not know about the Doctor." She answered with a wave of her hand. The two girls followed the Doctor around a dark corner, speeding up slightly.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't even know everything about him and he's, well, he's, umm, he has the same memories as my dad." She seemed to be thinking about her answer, nodding when she thought it sounded good enough. Clara chuckled softly.
"I guess I should expect scenarios like this." She said. Lena shook her head sadly.
"It's not as often an occurrence as you'd think. If he's anything like my father, and I'm sure he is, he protects his hearts very well." Clara pondered over the younger girl's answers while they took yet another turn, nearly running into a big mud puddle.
"So does that mean you have two hearts?" Clara asked.
"Hmm, umm, no." Lena replied. "As far as we know, I'm normal. Well, I say normal but I mean I'm more human than alien. At least, that's what we like to think. Truthfully, they aren't entirely sure. You see, something happened to my mother and it changed her I guess. She wasn't aging but my father was. So we assumed that she had more alien DNA than we originally thought; this lead to the problem of being absolutely unsure what to expect from me. So in all honesty, my parents don't know if one day I'll stop aging or if I can regenerate."
"Does that scare you?" Clara inquired. "The whole not knowing what will happen scenario?" Lena paused only for a step, then continued jogging.
"No," she answered firmly, "what happens, happens. I'm sure it won't happen without a purpose either." Clara smiled to her, Lena returning it almost immediately.
"We're here." The Doctor announced.
"Grandpa Quiet up there finally decided to talk." Lena stage whispered to Clara, causing the two girls to erupt into laughter. The Doctor shot them both a glare.
"If you two don't want to get blasted today, I suggest you both quiet down." He said.
"Oh, no thank you." Lena smirked, "I've had enough blasting to last me a lifetime." The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "People in the universe are a lot less friendlier than you'd expect."
"Most of them don't want to deal with bratty teenagers," the Doctor muttered. He moved towards a crate, hiding himself and the two girls from view. Lena glared at him.
"Yeah, well I'm sure they don't like to deal with grouchy old men either." Clara bit her lip to keep from laughing. The Doctor scowled at Lena then signaled for her to come forward. She crept towards the edge of the box, pointing to the other side of the building. "It'll be in that room." She stated. "Get the sonic ready, we can just slip past the two guards then figure out what to do once we're in the room." Lena leaned forward, ready to sprint to the other side of the room. Clara shot the Doctor a meaningful look, one he seemed to understand immediately. "Now." Lena whispered. She meant to leap out only to be pulled back by the Doctor and Clara. "What are you doing, we have to go now?" She struggled against them.
"No, it's not worth it. Chances are, you won't find Rose before it breaks again." The Doctor stated. "It will be easier to just take the TARDIS." He replied. Lena shook her head, her brows furrowed.
"Why did you bring me here if you didn't think it would work?" She inquired.
"I wanted to destroy it." He answered simply.
"What?!" Lena yelled. The two guards turned their attention towards them, pulling out their compact laser blasters and immediately started firing.
"Oh, look what you did now." The Doctor grumbled. He pulled on Lena and Clara's arm, pushing them towards the exit. Lena stumbled in the darkness only to be pulled by her arm again. "Couldn't keep quiet, just had to go and yell." The Doctor continued complaining, still dragging Lena back in the direction of the TARDIS.
"What'd you expect me to do?" Lena yelled back. "You were going to destroy my chance at finding my mom."
"I already told you," the Doctor began arguing, his grip on Lena's arm tightening, "I was planning on taking you in the TARDIS." Lena glared at the back of his head.
"Well, you could have told me before." She shouted.
"You wouldn't have cared about the vortex manipulator then." The Doctor replied, his voice rising and breathing increasing.
"No, I wouldn't have." Lena roared. "I don't give a damn about the vortex manipulator, I only care about finding my mom."
"Language." The Doctor chimed annoyingly, the sight of the TARDIS growing even larger as they approached.
"Now isn't the best time to be complaining about my language," Lena growled. "I swear if you weren't the only way I'd find my mom, I wouldn't have ever wanted to meet you." The Doctor physically recoiled, though to Clara and Lena it looked more like he missed a step. That hurt more than he cared to admit. She wasn't his daughter exactly but still she was, kind of, he supposed. And she is the daughter of the woman he loves, so of course he wants her approval.
"Nobody's forcing you to come." The Doctor replied coldly. Clara sprinted ahead of the Doctor, throwing open the TARDIS doors before they reached them.
"For the love of God, will you two shut up?" Clara shouted, slamming the doors behind the two. The Doctor looked at her in surprise, not expecting Clara to say that to either of them. Well, he could see her saying it to him more than Lena, but still. Speaking of the devil, he turned in the direction Lena was standing. She was wide-eyed, taking in every detail of the TARDIS. Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, the warmth of the TARDIS lights shining so brightly in them. "Lena?" Clara asked. Lena wiped away a single tear that managed to escape.
"She's beautiful." Lena whispered in awe, her hand resting upon the console. The TARDIS seemed to glow ever brighter in greeting of the young girl. The Doctor felt a warm welcome pass through his telepathic bond with the TARDIS. He approached the console and began typing in the dematerialization sequence. "Where are we going?" Lena asked curiously.
"To see who took your mother." The Doctor replied. Lena paled.
"Now?" She squeaked. The Doctor sighed.
"No, I suppose you two could rest up then we can see." He replied. "Clara, show her to a room." He ordered.
"Yeah, yeah, boss me around." Clara muttered. "Come on, you can have one by me." Clara offered. Lena smiled to her, moving to follow her down the hall. She paused before she left the console room, leaving Clara still walking.
"I, um, I didn't mean it." Lena said.
"Hmm?" The Doctor questioned, half of his attention on the TARDIS console.
"I didn't mean what I said about not wanting to meet you. I'm sure I would have loved to if none of this had happened." She said, continuing when the Doctor hadn't said anything. "Mom and dad used to tell me stories about traveling through time and space. All the good things you've done. I fell asleep dreaming of meeting you some days." She had a smile on her lips as she remembered the images clearly. She had so many visions of what this day would be like. Oddly enough, none of them had an argument. It just didn't feel right. "Anyways, goodnight." She ran off down the hall after Clara. The Doctor looked up after she had gone, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"Goodnight, Lena." He whispered.
A/N: Well, there's that. Next chapter will be up next Monday, see you then. Let me know what you thought! Hope you guys have a great Valentine's day!