I gasped quietly. Not real... Those words were dancing around in my head. Never was... It continued.
"Jenny?" my father asked, getting worried.
"I'm-I'm not fine. I was stuck in this dream world, and you were there, and we were traveling together." I whispered. "We had adventures... we were okay, I was okay..." My eyes wandered the Torchwood room I was in. "I heard you... the real you, I mean. I kept hearing you call my name, and the dream you had no clue why I kept saying it. How long was I out? And please don't say a year."
He sighed, and laughed a breathy chuckle. "I'm sorry I didn't get to see it, then. I missed your running. And you've only been out for two days, not too bad, given the circumstances. At least it wasn't months, right?"
I glared at him. "Don't jinx me! I've slept long enough, thanks." I said coldly.
"I know." he whispered.
My gaze softened. "Can you tell me what was real and what was fake?"
"You regenerated, and went into a two-day long coma. I said, 'I am The Doctor, and you are my daughter,' and then you fainted." he said shortly.
"Oh, what do I look like?" I asked, getting over that pretty fast.
"Like you are fourteen. You are kind of small, which is OK, have hazel eyes, and wavy, ginger hair. Perfect size for a Time Lord." he grinned at me. "I was always tall, it didn't serve me well when The Master and I were playing hide-and-seek at his house." Suddenly, my Dad seemed very far away from me, lost in his own curse.
I put my hand on his. "Are you OK?"
He looked at me, smiling through his silent tears. "I wish you could see that old planet, Jenny. You would love it."
"Time Lords are telepathic with each other, right?" I checked.
He nodded.
"Then show me Gallifrey, Father." I asked softly, kindly. He needed to know someone cared.
A/N- what did you think? Love it, hate it? Sorry it's so short, I'm tired!
