A/N) Another update! And as of tonight, I have officially finished writing Promises! So updates will be every two days from now on! (However, the next part of TDD, will be added tomorrow.)

Chapter Nine: The Doctor's Daughter (part two)

By the time Martha had made it back to the Hath camp, Donna had managed to extract herself from the aliens and was attempting to engage them in conversation by looking at a map. She was pointing at various sections of the map trying to figure out exactly where they were.

Suddenly the map shimmered and changed, expanding outwards, adding more tunnels and corridors to it. Martha had seen that Donna had not touched anything, save for the hologram image. Pulling out her phone once more she sent a text to Rose, keeping her up-to-date on the situation.

Rose stared at the map the Doctor had just uncovered using his sonic screwdriver on one of the screens. Her phone bleeped. They had discovered about the legend of the Source, the object that would enable the bearer to control the destiny of the planet. The Doctor had seemed very sceptical, dubbing it a creation myth. She had also noted that Jenny had seemed very interested in what her father had to say about why it was a creation myth and not real as the soldiers believed. If the Doctor accepted Jenny, Rose was sure she would make a valuable companion for the Doctor once he dropped her and Martha back home on Earth.

She looked at the text, eyes widening in disbelief. "Doctor."

"What is it?" he asked, his concentration fully on the parts of the map that had just appeared due to his fiddling.

"I think you just unintentionally helped the Hath."

"What?" stormed General Cobb. "What do you mean, girl?"

"Rose, what did I do?" asked the Doctor wearily.

"We were looking at the original map, right, well so was Donna and the Hath, and when you played with your Sonic, you made more tunnels appear on the map. Donna didn't touch anything but things have just been added at her end. The Hath have the same information we do."

"They know how to find the Source!" General Cobb began pacing, frantic in his steps. "We must move and quickly. Our only consolation is, is that we are closer to it then the Hath. We stand a chance of winning this war." He turned towards Cline. "Tell everyone to prepare to move out. We'll progenate new soldiers on the morning shift, and then we'll march. It's only two hours till daytime – everyone needs to rest. Once we reach the Temple, peace will be restored at long last!"

The Doctor raised his hand. "Um, call me old-fashioned, but if you really wanted peace, couldn't you just stop fighting?"

"Only when we have the Source. It'll give us the power to erase every stinking Hath from the face of this planet!"

"WHAT?" shouted Rose. "You can't do that! That's inhumane!"

The Doctor raised his hands, stepping in front of General Cobb. "Hang on, hang on, a second ago it was peace in our time, now you're talking about genocide!?"

General Cobb nodded, glaring fiercely at the Doctor. "For us, that means the same thing."

The Doctor shook his head in disappointment. "Then you need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up genocide." He placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward, his gaze intent. "You'll see a little picture of me there and the caption will read 'Over my dead body'!"

Rose stifled a laugh, looking towards Jenny to see that she too, had a small grin on her face. She was certainly her father's daughter, rebellious and against violence, in some ways.

Cobb snorted. "And you're the one who showed us the path to victory!" Which was true. If the Doctor hadn't meddled with the hologram interface then he would never have uncovered the new portion of the old map. "But you can consider the irony from your prison cell. Cline, at arms! Take them. I won't have them spreading their silly peace ideals. The only way we can win this war is through our own way of peace and that is annihilation!"

"That is wrong!" shouted Jenny. "You can't hope to kill all them! Their type of peace is better than your peace!"

Definitely the Doctor's daughter, mused Rose.

The Doctor's arms were pulled behind his back by another soldier but he caught Cobb's eye. "I'm going to stop you. You need to know that."

Cobb sneered and placed his hand on his gun, holstered at his side. "I have an army and the breath of god on my side. Doctor, what do you have?"

"My brain," he replied as he was dragged away.

Rose was grabbed too and was hauled away. She saw Cline ask the General about Jenny, and then she too was escorted with her father and his companion towards the cells.

"Great," muttered Martha, "the Doctor and Rose are out of action. Just what I need." She had just received another text from Rose. The humans were getting ready to end the war and to all intents and purposes, from her vantage point, Martha could see the Hath doing the same. This was not good. She had to get to Donna and fast.

"We've got to get out of here," said the Doctor as he paced up and down the cell.

"Err, sonic?" asked Rose. "Can't you use that?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"A sonic is hardly going to work against a guard."

"Oh." Rose conceded defeat, understanding the Time Lord's point.

"You said the breath of life story was a myth," said Jenny suddenly. She was standing with her back against the bars, arms folded across her chest. "I believe you – I don't know why I do. But there must be something in it for all of them to believe it?"

The Doctor nodded. "There is probably something real in the temple, something that has been distorted over time. It's not about the creation of the universe. I was there at the beginning of the universe. I know it's not a creation myth. But whatever is in that temple, it could potentially be a weapon."

"And by activating that map, you've given him a route to the Source," Rose pointed out.

"Unfortunately yes. We have to get out of here, find Martha and Donna and stop Cobb from slaughtering the Hath."

"I'm not against violence as you seem to be. I'll fight when there is need for it – its ingrained in me, but you're drawing up a strategy like a normal General would!" said Jenny.

"Because I'm trying to stop the fighting," stated the Doctor. "I'm not going to fight."

Jenny shook her head. "But isn't every soldier?"

"She's got you there," remarked Rose.

The Doctor went red. "Well, I suppose... But that is not what Cobb is doing! He can't kill all the Hath! It's wrong! You said it yourself!"

"But if we need to, would you condemn him?" asked Jenny.

Very logical, thought Rose. She's asking the right questions.

"There is nothing right in exterminating the Hath," stated the Doctor. "No one has the right to destroy an entire civilisation. I would condemn him because there is never any need to do what he is planning." The Doctor was standing up, anger in his voice, and his eyes dark and angry. "I know what it is like to kill innocent people. I've done it myself, but do you know what? I have to live with that guilt everyday for the rest of my life. I didn't want to do it, I was forced into it and that is why I cannot accept you! You may have a part of my beliefs within you, but you a soldier first and foremost. You are not like me. Your programming," he spat, "will turn you into the weapon you are meant to be."

"Doctor," said Rose, patting his arm. "She's your daughter. She belongs with you."

"She's a soldier. She came out of that machine!" he returned, leaning back against the wall.

"Doctor, listen to her heart," pressed Rose.

"What good will that do?" hissed the Doctor, angrily.

"Please?"

The Doctor sighed in frustration and reached into his pocket, pulling out a stethoscope. Jenny looked at him curiously as he approached her. He bent down and placed it against the left side of her chest, listening to the beat of her heart in his ears. But then he noted the rhythm of a second heart and he moved the stethoscope to the right of her chest. A look of surprise flittered across his face. "Oh."

"And?" probed Rose, smiling a little.

"She has two hearts," he said quietly.

"Exactly," replied Rose. "She's just like you. A Time Lord, or is it Lady?"

Jenny was looking between them, confusion evident in her eyes. "What do you mean I have two hearts? And what is a Time Lord?"

The Doctor sighed, leaning back against the dirty wall of the cell. "It's what I am. But you are not a Time Lord, you are just an echo of what they once were!"

"You said you had killed," whispered Jenny, "why?"

The Doctor swallowed and he felt tears welling in his eyes as the horrible memories began to flash before him. Ever since the Master had forced him to relieve the Time War, he had been unable to block them out as well as he had been able to. He could remember seeing his mother for the last time. A strong, woman who had urged him to do what he had to do. She knew the price – it had been her resolve and dignity that had helped him make that difficult decision and end it. "There was a war..." he shook his head. "Not like this one... much worse."

"And you fought and killed?"

The Doctor caught her eyes, staring at her intently. "Yes."

"Then how are we different?" asked Jenny. "You fought for survival, but so are we."

The majority of the Hath had left the camp leaving only Donna alone with one of them. She was sitting on the floor, arms folded, legs crossed and glared at the Hath. Martha was hiding by the entrance, contemplating how she could get her friend out of there. So far the Hath had not harmed Donna, but she couldn't risk waiting for something to happen.

The Hath turned away from its prisoner and proceeded to play with the controls of the map, changing it into 3D. Donna watched and then got to her feet quietly. The Hath was taking no notice of her – she could make a run for it, even Martha could see that it was possible. The Hath had its back to the entrance. Taking her mobile phone out of her pocket, Donna raised it and took a photo of the 3D map as best she could before backing towards the entrance.

Martha watched, waiting. Please, please don't turn around.

Donna reached the entrance and crowded into the small alcove that Martha had been hiding in. "Thank god. I really thought I was going to have to hit the thing!"

"And it still hasn't noticed either..." said Martha. "Let's get out of here before it does. We need to find the Doctor and Rose." She pointed to her friend's phone that was still in her hand. "Did you get a good picture of the map?"

Donna flicked open her phone and inspected the image she had taken. "Yeah..."

"Good. We can use it then."

"But where can we go?" asked Donna. "We don't even know where we are, yet alone where the Doctor could be!"

Martha picked up her phone. "I can text Rose. See if they know anything... but I think it is best if we leave. I think the Hath has noticed you are gone."

Taking a risk, Donna crawled out of the space and peered into the camp, only to see the Hath looking around, searching for her. She pulled back her head fast. "Yeah... retreat is in order."

Staying close to the wall, but still keeping an eye on the entrance, Martha and Donna began to trek slowly towards the corner of the corridor. They were almost there when the Hath looked in their direction.

"Uh oh," gulped Martha, as the Hath sprinted after them.

"RUN!" yelled Donna, not caring if her voice reverberated around the corridor. Grabbing Martha's hand, she pulled her around the corner they had just reached before being discovered, not knowing where they were going, but hoping they were going in the right direction. They could hear the Hath in pursuit. Their only hope was that they would lose it in the winding, twisting tunnels that made up the compound.

"So," said Rose, arms crossed against her chest. "Exactly how we gonna get out of here?"

"I don't know," replied the Doctor, mournfully.

"Just leave it to me," said Jenny. She pointed towards a part of the cell that was hidden from observers. "Go over there."

Nor the Doctor or Rose offered any objections and stood to the side, in the darkened area, watching Jenny as she approached the bars of the cell. Cline, who had been ordered to guard them, turned to face her.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you. I'm on duty."

"I know," shrugged Jenny, her hands curled around the bars. "Guarding me. So does that mean I'm dangerous? Or that I need protecting?" She inched closer to Cline.

She obviously gets that flirting attitude from her father, mused Rose. She had seen on several occasions that the Time Lord had flirted, no matter how much he denied it. Like father, like daughter.

"Protecting from what?" inquired Cline.

"Oh, I don't know," teased Jenny. "Men like you?" She grabbed hold of Cline through the bars, pushing his lips against hers and passionately kissing him. With her free hand she inched it down towards his belt and grabbed his gun, pointing it at his stomach. Cline pulled away, noticing the pressure against his abdomen. "Keep quiet and open the door."

Rose glanced at the Doctor. "Wow. She really is like you."

The Doctor threw her a disproval look. "She's not. I would never resort to that kind of tactic."

"Really? Even when there is no other option?"

The Doctor couldn't even answer that question.

They had found a printed copy of the new map that the Doctor had uncovered within the pockets of Cline's trousers. The soldier was tied up and gagged on the cell floor, glaring at them – especially at Jenny – for succeeding in fooling him.

"Never trust a lady who flirts," grinned Jenny as she walked past him.

"Wow," mused Rose. "She is ruthless."

"Just like me, on occasions," whispered the Doctor. "I've given her some of my worst traits."

"But also some of your best ones," replied Rose, patting him on the shoulder.

"So, father, where are we going?" grinned Jenny, standing in front of the Doctor, one hand on her right hip, the other holding the gun she had taken from Cline.

The Doctor inspected the map and pointed to the Temple which was situated above the layers of earth in between them. "Well, we have to go up, somewhere... the Temple is probably situated on the surface..."

"We can't go out there," said Jenny, "the atmosphere would kill us."

"Which is why there must be a way into the Temple from way down here, and according to this map there is a hidden tunnel!" he replied. "Come on, this way!"

Martha and Donna were breathless. They had been running for what seemed like ages when they turned another corner in the tunnels and hid themselves in a small crevice that was covered by loose wooden planks. Slowing their breathing, they waited.

No sounds at all drifted to their ears.

"Do you think we lost it – him – her - whatever?" asked Donna, shaking a little from the coldness of the tunnels.

Martha nodded. "I think so, unless they have really good senses... We had a head start... we might have been lucky."

Donna placed a hand on Martha's shoulder, while brushing her tangled red haired back. "So, what should do we do now?"

"What we were going to do," said Martha, reaching into her pocket and barely managing to retrieve her phone, "text Rose."

Where are you? Found Donna. Need to find you. Have no directions save for a photo map of the tunnels.

Martha's phone beeped a few minutes later. "Can you find the Temple on your photo?"

Donna brought up the required image and passed the phone to Martha. "There's no writing on it or anything..."

"Best guess then is that it is this building here which is above the tunnels that we need to make for," scrutinised Martha, "but it is very unclear."

"Sorry, I couldn't get a better shot."

Martha shook her head. "Not your fault. You did your best with what resources you had available." She got to her feet and pulled herself out of the small crevice, holding out her hand and dragged Donna to her feet. "Right, I think we should go this way." She pointed in the direction they had come.

Before Martha could start walking away, Donna grabbed her upper arm and said: "Hey, what do you think they are?" She was pointing above them to where a string of numbers was embedded on a metal plague attached to the wall. "It's just random numbers... I saw one in the Hath encampment too..."

"You think it means something then?" asked Martha. "Can you remember what the other numbers were back there?"

Donna shook her head. "No, but I think they might be virtually the same. If we didn't have fish-boy chasing us I'd go back and check..."

"...but you don't think that is a wise idea?" finished Martha, slyly.

"Not at all."

"Just keep an eye out for anymore as we move on," suggested Martha. "Do you need pen and paper to keep track of them?"

"If you have any..."

Ever since joining UNIT, Martha had made sure to carry a pad and pen everywhere with her inside her jacket. Even when she was off work she made sure she did, just in case she ever needed to make a quick note of something that she might be likely to forget if it slipped her mind. "Here." She handed the pad and pen to the red-head. "Don't say anything about the sketches, alright?"

Donna raised her eyebrows but said nothing as she flicked through the pad and found a blank page.

Together, they started their journey onward, in the hope of finding the Doctor and Rose.

"So, what does a Time Lord actually do?" asked Jenny as they walked through the tunnels. "I have a purpose, what's yours?" They had found a locked door which the Doctor had opened with the Sonic Screwdriver, which, according to the map, should lead them to the Temple.

The Doctor looked at her incredulously. "'For'? They're not... They're not 'for' anything."

"But everyone has a purpose in life," continued Jenny. "I'm a soldier, born and bred as one. Surely Time Lords are too?"

Shaking his head, the Doctor let loose a bitter laugh. "No. We weren't created in the way you were by stolen genetic material. We weren't programmed for a specific purpose. We get to choose, have free will, can decide for ourselves. Me? I travel. Through time and space."

Rose burst out laughing, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh come on! That isn't even half of what you do!"

Questionably, Jenny looked at Rose, waiting for her to elaborate.

"He saves planets, rescues civilisations, defeats terrible monsters. And, if you're not fit, be prepared for a lot of running."

"That sounds fun!"

"It is..." continued Rose, "but there is always danger involved."

"Hey, it is not my fault if the TARDIS lands in dangerous places!" protested the Doctor.

"You're the pilot!" giggled Rose, nearly tripping over a protruding piece of rock embedded in the soil.

"What's a TARDIS?"

"It's my ship – what I travel around in to get wherever I want," said the Doctor, quietly. "Whether I get back to it again is another question entirely."

Rose laid a hand on the Time Lord's arm. "You will. I'm certain of it. Besides you've got to get Martha and I back home."

The Doctor glanced at her sharply. "You're not staying?"

"No, I'm sorry, but I have a life now, Doctor, one that I can't give up."

"Oh, right," he said sullenly.

"Besides," Rose brightened, "you have Donna and Jenny! She can travel with you, can't she, Doctor?"

He didn't answer.

They had been walking for no more than five minutes when they stumbled across a corridor filled with bright red laser beams, zig-zagging from side to side.

"Do you think they're destructive?" asked Rose, as she inched forward.

"Rose," warned the Doctor, "stay back."

Rose looked back at the alien and saw that he held in his hand a toy mouse. She raised her eyebrows in confusion but before she could say anything he had thrown it into the centre of the corridor. It hit one of the red laser beams and was torn to pieces. Rose gulped. "Yeah, I don't think we can go this way..."

"We have to... General Cobb is following us," said Jenny.

All three listened and they heard in the distance the unmistakable sound of running footsteps and the shouts of General Cobb urging them forward.

"They'll kill us if they catch us." The Doctor ran to a control pad situated on the wall, pulling out his Sonic Screwdriver as he did so. "I might be able to reset the system so that we can get through..." He poked his tongue out as he worked.

"Dad, I can hold them up," said Jenny, as she hoisted the gun, she had taken from Cline, onto her shoulder.

"No! We don't need any more people dead!"

"You said they'll kill us!" argued Jenny. "If someone doesn't stop them how are we going to get away?"

"Trust me," urged the Doctor, his voice frantic.

Jenny shook her head, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry."

The Doctor glanced at Rose. "Not like me..."

"Jenny!" called Rose. "The Doctor taught me that everyone has choices. You don't have to do what you are programmed to do. Everyone has a choice..."

The Doctor's Daughter looked over her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

To be continued...

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