Author's Note: Very happy with how popular (as far as my stories go) this is! Thank you so much to FireWolf999, LaraBeeXx & MojaveJ for following or reviewing. I would like to especially thank cowgirlie for reviewing, following and encouraging me to carry on with this story. This week has been a bit of a mess because I've had 3 exams and I've also officially finished high school but still have some exams to go yet. Missing it all already!

Danni x


"Dad?" She raised a hand. The Doctor took hold and guided it to his face, knowing how weak she would be. She just needed confirmation that this wasn't all a dream and that she actually is in the TARDIS. The Doctor had lived for so long and torture was something he had experienced himself a long time ago.

"It's okay. I'm here." She threw herself at him, wanting to be in his embrace. Clara approached them both and asked if she wanted a drink or anything. It would be a good idea if the Doctor stayed with her right now, even if that meant that Clara would be getting anything she needed, to which she had no objections. She didn't think that the Doctor even had any family. The Doctor asked Clara to go and get a glass of water and she then left the room.

"How did you find me?" The young girl whispered out. It was clear that she wasn't used to talking.

"The TARDIS found you. As soon as I walked out of the door, I knew there was someone here. I just didn't know who. I then realised it was you when you were..." The time lord stopped in his tracks at the thought of the word. He couldn't even begin to imagine what had been done to her or for how long. He didn't want to think about it.

"It's okay. You can say it." Roxie encouraged her dad. It was clear that she knew how she was going to get over this. She looked like a sixteen year old girl but she was much older. There's no knowing how long she was tortured for.

Before the Doctor could reply, Clara walked back into the room with a drink of water in her hand.

"Sorry that it took a while." Clara apologized whilst handing Roxie the glass of water.

"Thank you." Roxie looked at the Doctor a little confused as to who was the girl who just got the drink for her.

"Roxie, this is my companion Clara. Clara, this is my daughter Roxie."


After the introductions were made, the Doctor told Roxie that the best thing to do now would be to sleep whilst her body has a chance of beginning to recover. The Doctor and Clara walked out of the room, allowing her to sleep. The Doctor instructed Roxie that if she needed anything she just needs to shout for either him or Clara to which she agrees and falls asleep nearly instantly.

"Will she be okay?" Clara asked the Doctor when they were back at the console room.

"She will be. It's going to take a long time for her. We don't even know how long she was there for or what they did to her." The Doctor felt a tear slip down his cheek at the memory of seeing his own flesh and blood hurt the way she was.

Clara lifted a hand to his face and used her thumb to caress his cheek whilst comforting the time lord, "I'm here as long as you need me."

"My Clara..." The Doctor put his arms around Clara and she did the same. She rubbed one of her hands up and down his back whilst he gripped to her tightly, needing the comfort from the embrace. He, eventually, pulled away and straightened himself, knowing he had to be strong for his daughter. It will only make matters worse if she sees him in this state.


I was back in the room. The room that I had grown up in. The one where I was tortured. Everyday, he would come and visit me. He would do all sorts to me. Some of them were unspeakable and would break my father's hearts. I couldn't do that to him.

I was in that ragged dress that I would wear whenever I was taken out of my room. A white dress that went down to my knees. It was covered in blood. That's why He picked white. It would stand out to the audience that I had been hurt, which pleased them.

He came in and talked to me as if I was a doll. An object. He threw me up against the wall and trapped me there whilst he got out a knife. A sharp knife that you would find in a kitchen and he stabbed me with it. He aimed for my stomach and pierced it, digging the knife in. I tried to hold back my screams by biting down on my tongue and clenching my eyes shut but there was no use. He was waiting for me to scream and I did. He then, in the blink of an eye, ripped the knife out of me and threw me against the floor. He left me whimpering, bleeding. My vision was blurring as I was dying.

"Roxie! Roxie!" The father shouted, trying to wake Roxie up which eventually succeeded. She was shaking more than the Doctor or Clara could have ever imagined. The Doctor wrapped both his arms around Roxie and tried to fight her shaking. She eventually settled down but fresh tears were still falling down her delicate face.

"Shh. It's okay Roxie. We'll protect you."

That was written up much sooner than I thought it would be! Anyway, as usual, please do review and tell me what you think. I always respond to the reviews I get :D

Danni x