So here's chapter two! I'm sorry it took so long! But I hope y'all like it!

Chapter Two:

Rebecca's PoV

It had been a long day and I just wanted to go to sleep, but I had a feeling if I left this very mad man, and his strange box there would be more policemen waiting for me, so I decided to stay. He was rather strange; I mean the man didn't even have a name just The Doctor. Besides who let strange women walk into whatever the hell this was and not freak out about it. He wasn't that bad looking either now that I thought about it. He had longer, floppy brown hair, and green eyes, and is rather skinny. He tended to ramble too; he really liked to talk to himself. I just sat off to the side and watched him as he ran around his control panel like a mad man, punching in numbers, flipping switches, and pulling levers. I couldn't take the silence anymore. "So who are you really? You've got to have a name. Everybody has a name."

"I told you who I am, I'm the Doctor. Why don't you tell me more about yourself? You're very special, not just anyone can break into my TARDIS like that. It has to be someone of important relevance to me, and I don't know you so, explain yourself." He looked at me with a puzzled face. "Go on then..."

"Well I told you who I am too! What else do you need to know?"

"You. I need to know you, since I don't know you. So c'mon who are you Becca."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry Becky."

"Not that either."

"How about Lee."

"Nope."

"Miss Song? No never mind I don't like that one."

"Pity. I actually don't mind that one."

"Oh well sorry Lee."

"You're not gonna stop until I start talking aren't you..."

"Precisely."

"Well damn. Fine. Well first off, I'm 21, and I've experienced more hell than anyone ever should. I am on the run 24/7, never had a dad, mum died when I was only a baby, and I spent eight years as a child running around from orphanage to orphanage. Until I met Jack,"

"Jack. I like that name. Good name. Had an old friend whose name was Jack. Good man."

"What happened to him?"

The doctor paused and thought for a while. "Don't know really. Never got to see him much I was always running. Never really had time to relax whenever I was around him."

"Well; my Jack died."

"Your Jack? Was he your husband?"

"NO. Oh no, no, no." I chuckled lightly at the thought, "He was my uncle. The only family I ever knew in fact. He saved me on my last run from an orphanage. I was only eight. I had traveled with my friend Destiny. She was my bunk mate at the orphanage. She was only thirteen… She died trying to save me. Bloody robots. I hate 'em. They've always found a way to ruin my life. Uncle Jack found me hiding in an alley. I thought he was coming for me at first, but then he killed them. Every single one of the robots was dead, including my best friend. I was cold and scared, and he took me home with him. He raised me, fed me, kept clothes on my back and always reminded me how much he loved me, and I him."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "What happened to him?"

Now sitting beside me on the floor of his TARDIS I fessed up the rest of my story to the strange floppy haired man. I explained every last detail. Even the ones that were the hardest to say. I told him how I fell in love with the gardener boy Elliot, and how when I was only twelve I took care of a very sick Uncle Jack for two years till he passed away. "Elliot promised Jack he would take care of me, and he did. After a year or so living alone with only Elliot, the robots came again. We had no choice but to run. We got married when I was 17, and used the money left over to rent a small apartment for a couple of months. Then yet again the robots came. We hid for two years, and he always put his life on the line for me. Always protected me, until he couldn't anymore."

The Doctor looked at me in pity, pulling a hanky out of his coat pocket he handed it to me to dry my tears I had absent mindedly shed. "He sounds like a very good man, Elliot does."

I sniffled, "He was; and a very good father as well."

Again the Doctor looked at me with his big brown, sorrowful eyes, "Your child? What happened?"

That was it. I was done, the tears began pouring down my face, and the poor Doctor began to stutter. "Oh I am terribly sorry Rebecca. I am so sorry."

"It's alright. Don't worry, I hadn't told you yet. You didn't know." I sniffled once more, and he placed his arm around my shoulders comforting me. It was quite strange but I accepted the warmth from the near, complete stranger, whom I had shared my whole life with. "They both died, in a fire. I was outside, and she was sound asleep in her crib. She was only one! When he ran in to get her it was too late. They didn't have time to escape."

I broke down resting my head on his shoulder he began cradling me in his arms. "Hush. It's over now. It will be alright now." He said over and over, rubbing my back.

I pulled away, wiped my eyes and said, "Her name was Ginny. I had her when I was only 18."

"My God." The Doctor looked at me, "And you just ran away? How are you not killing yourself over this? My wife died and I couldn't..." he paused realizing what he was saying. "Never mind you wouldn't want to know."

I gaped at him. "I wouldn't would I?! I just told you everything; all my troubles, and you think I don't want to know yours? I mean really!? How hypocritical is that?"

The Doctor looked slightly taken back by my outburst but sighed and looked down, "Your right. I'm sorry. Well I travel. A lot, and I gain lots of friends over the years. One of them being my wife…umm, and like I said a couple seconds ago she, she um.."

He stared of into space leaving me to figure it out. "She died, oh I'm so sorry. What happened to her?"

That was when I felt really bad, I really need to learn and word things more carefully. I knew I could easily make a grown man cry but now I just felt horrible. It was very obvious he had been holding it together for so long, it just all came out now. "She died, 21 years ago, and I never got to say goodbye, or tell her how much I loved her." He paused to take a deep breath. "I couldn't help her. I found her; already lost, in the street. One shot was all it took. She was the only person I would ever trust my own life with, and she was just gone."

In just 5 minutes we switched from having him comforting me, to now me comforting the poor man. It was my turn to comfort him, and he willingly let me. "I'm sorry Doctor." Wiping a tear from his face and placing a hand on his shoulder I asked, "What was she like?"

With his head in his hands, he sniffed and looked up at me. "From your story, you sound a lot like her. Daring, fast, and always getting into trouble. Yet, so caring and beautiful." He stared off into the distance, and it took me a moment to realize I was crying too. "She had gorgeous eyes, green, and her hair was magical. She had a favorite saying too, well, two rather. 'Hello Sweetie.' And 'Spoilers.' She was very flirtatious as well. I never loved anyone so much; and now she's gone."

"She sounds wonderful. Almost like my mother. What was her name? Your wife." He sighed again and my stupid self-realized how hard this must be for him. "I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I was just curious."

"No it's fine. Don't fret over it." He replied wiping a tear from his face. "Her name was River. Professor River Song."

I stared at the Doctor, with a wide-eyed face. That was, No. It couldn't be the same person, I thought to myself. I stuttered, "River. River Song? Bloody hell. That, that's my mum's name. When did you say she died exactly?"

The Doctor looked extremely perplexed, "Twenty-one years ago?" he paused. "If you're thinking it's the same River it couldn't be! I would've known if she, had. If…"

"Oh my God." I marveled, half bawling. "Your wife, chased, on the run, in a storm. Oh." I covered my mouth not wanting to believe it. I then fingered the locket on my necklace. That's it! "Doctor. Your wife… did she happen to look like this..?" Taking of my locket I clasped the locket tight then opened it and showed the man.

He sat there wide-eyed, in awe, then grabbed the locket out of my hand. "That's! How?! WHAT?! WHY!?" He shot up from off the floor, walked over to his console and pulled down a screen type object. Attached to it was the same exact picture that was in my locket. He pulled it off and handed the photo to me.

"Oh my.." I cried. It was my mother. The same exact woman, whom I loved for only a couple months was the same woman this strange man fell in love with and married. Wrapping my mind around the way this was going, I looked up, with my jaw on the floor. "Dad?" I whimpered.

The Doctor, who was still staring in amazement at my locket looked over at me. "Rebecca Lee Song. My.., my, daughter?"

He choked out the last words, and I picked myself up off the ground and ran over to him hugging him tight. "My dad. I finally found my dad." and I sobbed into his shoulder as he wept into mine.