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My Beginning

So, this is my story. Pull up a chair, turn on the kettle, and get comfortable. Because this might take a while.

Where to begin? Stupid question, you may say. But my life doesn't always happen in order. It's complicated. Very complicated. And never easy.

But I suppose there was one time, right at the start, when everything was just that little bit simpler.

I think I'll start from there.

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As I said, I was born in geostationary orbit around a fluxic haemon-situated nova, in the year 20.07/echo/43.

Well, to put in simply, we were in flight. We - that is, my mother and father, and soon to be me. See, they're travellers. They travel around time and space in my father's big(ish) blue box, called the TARDIS. They met, started travelling together, fell in love, and had me.

I suppose that really, to tell you my story, I need to tell you theirs. But, truth be told, I don't know it.

I know that my mother used to live in England, on Earth, and that my grandmother is called Jackie Tyler and could slap someone for England. I know that my father doesn't have a real name and is an alien. But aside from that, I suppose I don't really know who my parents are. I guess that was part of the problem.

You see, I should probably also tell you that I'm no ordinary teenager. I don't call my parents 'Mum' and 'Dad', and I don't live in a house, and when I go home from school for the weekend, sometimes I stay away for a whole month and still get back for Monday.

So, where was I? Oh, right, I'm just being born. We're in the TARDIS, and the Doctor's panicking because - despite his name - he wasn't expecting me to come along for another month or so, but Gallifreyan pregnancies are a little complicated; and the deal is, he doesn't know how to deliver a baby, and there's not enough time to get to the hospital.

So while he's trying to explain all this to Rose, she's left to deal with me. I won't give you the full details, which my parents have honoured me with many times, but I'll just let you know that it all went okay. Well, it must have done, otherwise I wouldn't be here telling you all of this, would I?

Anyway, I was born, and after a few days - or it could have been weeks, since Time is relative is the vortex - I was named. Don't get me wrong, my parents didn't spend weeks calling me "Baby" or anything: the Doctor called me Grasonata (Gallifreyan for Graceful, or something), whilst Rose called me Alexandra (an Earth name). Eventually, Rose proposed the name Allindrassonatela, though she insisted upon shortening it to Alli. The Doctor (albeit, reluctantly) agreed, and I was finally named.

I'm going to have to check with the Doctor on what happened next, since I'm not too sure myself. I think they took me to Earth first, though I'm pretty sure the Doctor once told me they went to Barcelona (the planet) before that, to escape Jackie's dreaded slap. I could never tell whether or not he was joking.


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