DOCTOR

Fixing the console usually happens when I have a lot to think about, or something drastic has happened: like today. Freya really scared me and for a moment, I thought I would lose her as well as her mother. She had been in her room in the TARDIS for 18 hours now, probably sleeping but I don't really know. Fourteen years and this is the first time I haven't got through to her. I thought I should take her to earth, spend time with her.

FREYA

There was a knock at the door and my Papa walked in. I think it was relatively obvious I had been crying but he didn't know what the real reason was for my tears. For the first time I could remember, I wanted my mummy.

"Come on Freya, wanna go to earth?" said my Papa as he put an arm around m shoulder and squeezed me tightly.

"what for?" I said, feeling like all I wanted was sleep and a good book, maybe a bit of Taylor Swift music along with it.

"Just so you can get back to normality," he said, I gave him an annoyed look and, "okay, semi-normality." I laughed for what felt like the first time in years.

We sat in a chip shop in silence for half an hour eating our favorite food until Papa said to me,

"What's up cub?" I jumped at the name he gave me massively and, no surprise, he noticed.

"What's wrong with that nickname Freya? You're usually fine with it!" at that I decided to come out with it and say,

"The TARDIS called me that. And she showed me my mum." Papa's face fell when I said this, probably a little too forcefully. "She showed me what you did together and..."

"And what?" asked my Papa darkly

"And how she was lost. That was what I was crying about. Not some stupid war that I had nothing to do with!" I knew I had gone too far at that remark. My Papa's face was filled with horror and anger and fear and hatred and something very very terrifying. The Oncoming Storm. I cowered under his gaze wishing I could take back what I had said. But then something within me decided to rise up.

"Oh don't give me that, Papa! I want to get her back. Now!"

"WE CANT!" he roared, "do you not think I have tried? I want her back probably more than you do! She's my wolf and I can't have her." He was in tears at this point, "so if you can find a way across the void then fine! Go ahead! I bet you won't because believe it or not I am 900 years older than you I think I know more about the universe than you!" I was shocked. What do I say to that?

"Fine. But she's clever she'll come back. You know, the TARDIS told me not to talk to you about this, now I see why." Papa's mouth opened and closed as I gave him my glare I call, "The Evil Death Glare of Satan". Apparently it scares him. But not today. Today he's raging too hard to care about anything.

"Freya Rose Tyler, can you please stop. I don't want to do this now. When we have her back, and we will have her back, we will talk all about everything. Just not now."

I calmed down and said "okay Papa, I'm sorry. It's just there's so many things I don't know and once I learn some, I want to learn more."

"I know cub, I know." We shared a long hug to make up for all the arguments we've ever had and just because we realised that one day we will lose each other. "Anyway I thought, now that you know everything and technically you are old enough, we could go and see an old friend. Remember I used to talk about Martha Jones?" I nodded in response, "well I miss her and she probably misses me I reckon we'll go back to six months after I dropped her off. Just cos, what d'you think?"

"Yeah, sure Papa."

Yeah sorry my chapters are short this is my first fan-fiction and i wanted you guys to have some more because i am terrible with procrastination - oops.

Anyway i have just realized i haven't done a disclaimer yet sooooo here it is,

Doctor Who belongs only to the BBC and anything you recognize also belongs to them. And i just need to say round of applause to ALL the writers, cast and crew for the past 50 years. This disclaimer will apply for the whole story. Please review, it makes me happy!