Ok, the topic of this chapter isn't pretty. It's really, not nice and I know that, I just think it works well for the story line. If I affect any of you for this, I am really sorry, and I'll be leaving helplines for this type of thing at the bottom. It's child abuse and it needs to be stopped, it's disgusting. I'm also here if anyone wants to talk about it on DM. Thanks for reading and I hope I don't make anyone cry. Izzi xxx

The Doctor:

Jace hadn't wanted to go anywhere for a while once Rose had headed off to bed, so she'd stayed in the console room with me, just chatting and laughing about nerdy things that she did know. She'd missed a lot of pop culture by being on the streets, so the extent of her TV knowledge was mostly kids programmes, Recess, Lilo and Stitch, that sort of thing.

But with how exhausted she was, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep on the jump seat, tucked into the smallest ball possible as she slept. I grabbed a blanket from under the console, covering her in it, which made her smile a tiny bit. God, she was so young. Was I doing the right thing, taking her with me instead of leaving her where it was safe with Jackie? She could have gone to an advanced placement school, made a real difference there.

The biggest place she could learn was with me though. Her brain was so fast at learning, she'd learn everything she could on Earth by the time she was 17, and then she'd be bored for the rest of her life. I kissed her hair and stroked her cheek before standing up and tinkering with the console.

I'd managed to fine tune about half of it, before she started shaking, tossing and turning on the seat. "Jace?" She was still asleep, her face contorted as I realised it was a nightmare. "Jace, you need to wake up now. Jace!" I shook her shoulder, but she just flinched away, bruises coming up on her shoulders from where I'd touched them. "It's a night terror... Jace, please, love, come on. You need to wake up!"

"No, no, get off me, please!" She started fighting, pushing me away, still sleeping so I got behind her, sitting her head on my lap. "Stop, please! Don't touch me, please, please..."

"Jace... Love, it's the Doctor, it's no one going to hurt you..." I whispered, stroking her face gently, watching thin bruises form as I did before they faded as her body realised it wasn't real. "Jace, come on, it's time to wake up now..."

Jace suddenly jolted back up, breathing hard and looking around in horror until she just broke, bursting into tears and hugging her knees to her chest. God, I hadn't had to deal with nightmares in such a long time, not after Alyce and Caleb. I did my best, pulling her into a hug and rocking her as she sobbed, whatever her nightmare had been of scaring her even in her waking life.

"I've got you, Jace. It's fine, I've got you." I whispered, kissing her long ash hair as I held her close. "It's not real, it was never real, it was just a dream."

She shook her head, hiding her face in my chest. "It was real... Oh god it happened, it was real..." She cried, still shaking and I pulled her face back, wiping away the tears from her cheek. "It happened, it really happened..."

"Jace... Tell me, tell me what happened. I could help you, I'm a Doctor, remember?" But she just shook her head again, more tears falling faster than I could wipe them away. "Jacey, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. Come on, Jacey Bear, please..."

"H, he..." She shook her head again, not able to say it. "I, I can't... I, it h, hurts..."

I thought for a moment, before patting down my pockets and pulling out a pen and a small note book. A lot of abuse victims had problems saying what had happened to them, but there was more freedom with a pen and paper. You weren't controlled by the tears closing up your throat, or the other emotions welling up inside you. "Write. Write it down, Jace."

Shakily, she took the pen and book from my hands, turning to the first clean page and then carefully writing in neat, sloping italic with eloquent swirls. He stripped me down and, and he... made me, he made me do it. I didn't want to but he held me down.

Oh my God... He raped her... I took the pen back from her and wrote down something for her, thinking it would be easier if neither of us spoke, just letting the dull sound of the TARDIS accompany the scratch of the pen. It wasn't your fault, Jace. He abused you and you need help. I hadn't seen my writing yet, not since I regenerated. It was bold and blocky compared to hers. Please, let me help you, Jacey. I can help if you let me.

She took the pen again, with a shake breath and started writing again. It hurt so much, I just kept fighting him, but I didn't get free and he made me. I tried to forget, but, I can't when I'm asleep. I can't stop it, it just keeps going and going. I just want it to stop...

Jace, if you talk to me, I can help. Please just let me help you. He hurt you in a way that should never happen. Please, please tell me everything. How, how old were you?

I, I was 11... the first time. He'd done it more than once to her... How could someone do that? To a defenceless 11 year old girl who'd already lost so much, her parents and her sister, being the only one to survive. The amount of survivors guilt she must have already had, and he made that so much worse. He kept doing it, up until I left. I ran and I never looked back.

Jace, believe me, nothing here is your fault, Love. You're safe here with me. I promise that I will always be here for you. No matter what.

She smiled weakly at that and turned to give me massive hug again, burying her face in my neck as I kept stroking her hair, just trying to let her get to her voice in her own time. "Thank you... Thank you for getting me off the street and for just not leaving me when everyone else has, even if it wasn't by choice..."

"It's OK, my Jace. Jacey Jay." I laughed, kissing her hair again, but she pulled back, wrinkling up her nose so that she looked about 5. "Not like that then? Jacey Bear? Uh... Jacey Moo? Jacey Jace?"

"You're making up more stupid nicknames for me than my dad did." She giggled a little. "He called me Jacey Lyn. Mum never really said much, it was always my dad. He was the one who got me into music, he could play the drums. I can play the piano, the guitar, a little bit of violin and I can sing."

That gave me a brilliant idea. I stood up and then swung her around so that she was clinging to my back like a little monkey as I walked further into the TARDIS, past Rose's room where there was some snoring coming out, making us quietly laugh and make piggy noises as I headed for the music room. I put her down outside, not telling her where we were, just wanting to see her face as she walked in to see the massive Steinway and Sons Piano in there, as well as the guitars and all the instruments in the universe that she could learn to play.

Her face lit up as she saw it, running her fingers lightly across the top of it and then looking at me as though for permission to play. "It's why I brought you here, Jacey. Play whatever you want, there's a touch screen for you to choose, and the TARDIS will only show you things that you know and like."

"This is incredible..." She breathed, sitting down carefully on the seat, perching right on the end, like she didn't want to get it mucky before touching the screen and looking through the list of thing. Once she'd chosen, she looked at the notes briefly before starting to play. It was Numb, by Linkin Park. One of their newer ones from 2005. Technically it was 2006 for her, but same difference.

Jace slipped a few times, her fingers unpractised and her wrist still causing her problems, but she did amazingly well for someone of only 14. She sang to herself in places, her voice soft as she did so, meaning that she was probably holding back from what she could do. You could see how much music meant to her, how she loved it in her face, how she was smiling and just so much happier just in the presence of the piano that was so much older than her.

What I didn't tell her, was that it was Mozart's.

"You're an amazing musician, Jace." I told her once she'd finished, nearly all aspects of the scared little girl gone already, just the tell tale puffy eyes, streaked cheeks and the bruises from where I'd touched her shoulders and her body had reacted. "You need to get some actual sleep. Without the nightmares which I think I can help with."

I handed her a small blister pack of pills, which she looked at in confusion. "Sleeping tablets? I can get to sleep just fine, Doctor, it's just the problems while I am asleep and the waking up that's hard."

"Jace, they're not sleeping tablets. They're anti-dream tablets." I explained, knowing she'd understand. "What these little lovelies do, is shut down your imagination centre for the night. You still sleep under your own steam, well, lack of steam if you're sleeping, and then when you wake up, it wakes up with you."

"That's incredible. Your race creates these types of things? Medicines that help people, helping through out the universes in points that aren't fixed?" She asked, looking at them hard, probably trying to translate the Old High Gallifreyan the ingredients were listed in.

I shook my head at her sadly. "No, they never did. I did. I couldn't just watch the universe in trouble and leave it like that. I helped while my race just stood there and did nothing. Just me and my granddaughter."

"Granddaughter? Doctor, how old are you?"

There was no point in keeping anything from her. "I'm 900 years old, I'm from the planet Gallifrey and I am the last of my species. I am alone in the universe."

Jace just paused, before walking a little closer, closing the lid of the piano carefully. "I'm alone in universe as well. I've lost everyone and everything I ever had. I have no home, and I have no family. I want to help."

"It's dangerous, Jaclyn. What we just did was easy compared to some of the things I've had to do. It's not always safe, and it's not always fun and games." I told her, dead serious now. She was just a kid, like Jackie and Mickey said. She needed to know that one day she could not come back. That this could kill her. "Jaclyn Allison Monroe, you could die if you stay with me. I'm giving you a choice of either staying with me, and risking yourself, or I can take you back and you can stay with Jackie if she'll have you, or I know Mickey will."

She shook her head right away, and I could see how afraid she was of going and staying on Earth. "I can't. I can't go back to constantly worrying that one day one of them will see me and I'll go back to that life. You said you adopted me through the social, and that I'm your daughter. So be my dad."

Could I do that again? Could I be there for a kid after losing both of my own, as well as Susan, her son, and my wife, Eleanor. I felt like I failed them, after the War. I should have done something to get them out, to save my family. Could I make it up to them by being there for Jace? Being a substitute father for her?

"OK."

Here's the helplines:

England and Wales: 0808 8029999

America: 1.800. (4673)

Childline:0800 1111

Love, Izabelah Petrova xxx