A/N: Once again, I apologise for the wait. Work has been horrid this week and has left me little time for writing or editing. Huge thanks though to my wonderful followers, to those of you who have favourited, and to everyone who has taken the time to review. I seriously adore you all. Enjoy this next chapter :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything related. That all goes to the BBC. *Some lines below are borrowed from the episode The Doctor's Daughter. Credit for those line belong to their respective writers.*


As the TARDIS flew out of control to their unknown destination, the pain in Rose's chest had started to fade, though the feeling was still fresh in her mind. It had felt like she'd been shot, though a hand to her chest had revealed that not to be the case. There wasn't any blood soaking her shirt, let alone a wound in the first place. Whatever was happening, the TARDIS was afraid and confused. Why, Rose had no idea, but clearly they were needed somewhere and the Old Girl had taken it into her own hands to get them there.

"What the hell's it doing?" Donna shouted as she held tightly to the console.

The Doctor was trying his best to override his ship, but was unable. "The control's not working." The TARDIS suddenly gave a sharp jerk, making the Doctor lose his balance, and thrown towards the base of the console. There at the bottom, was his hand. The same hand he had lost in his battle with the Sycorax and then was used by Captain Jack Harkness as his 'Doctor Detector.' He noticed the liquid the jar used to encase the lost limb was bubbling quite a bit. "I don't know where we're going, but my old hand's very excited about it."

"There's a sentence you don't hear everyday," Rose offered, trying to disguise the discomfort she was feeling.

Donna's eyes bugged out. "I thought that was just some freaky alien thing. You telling me it's yours?"

He shrugged. "Well..."

"It got cut off. He grew a new one," Martha told the newest companion, remembering her own reaction when she had discovered that he grew another hand.

"You are completely impossible!" the ginger woman said.

He gave her a grin. "Not impossible. Just a bit unlikely."

Suddenly there was a loud bang from the time rotor, causing sparks to shower down around them. As quickly as it had come, the pain Rose had felt disappeared. The control room descended in to silence.

"Is everyone alright? Rose?" the Doctor asked, knowing the special connection she had with the ship.

Donna and Martha both gave their confirmations that they were well as Rose said, "Fine. I'm fine... I think. What happened with Her?"

"I honestly have no clue." He held out his right hand. "Care to find out where we are?"

Rose nodded and took his hand as they all went to the doors. Upon surveying their surroundings, they found themselves in some sort of tunnel. "Any idea where we are exactly? Or when?"

"Nope! Isn't that great?!"

Martha gave a wide smile. "Oh, I love this bit."

"I thought you wanted to go home?" Donna asked.

"I know, but all the same, it's that feeling you get..."

"Like you swallowed a hamster?"

Rose giggled at the Donna's analogy, but her laughter died away as three men rushed towards the group, guns drawn and pointed straight at them. "Don't move!" the lead man shouted. "Stay where you are! Drop your weapons!"

"Every time," Rose muttered under her breath as they all raised the hands in the air.

"We're unarmed. Look, no weapons. Never any weapons. We're safe," the Doctor assured as he casually took a step in front of Rose.

"Look at their hands. They're clean," one of the young men pointed out.

"All right," the man in charge acknowledged, "process them. Him first." Two of the soldier type men nodded and grabbed the Doctor on either side.

"Hey! What does that mean? What're you gonna do to 'im?" Rose asked in a shout, her accent coming out thicker with stress.

The Doctor struggled in his captor's grasps, but still shot Rose a warning glance. He didn't want her bringing any unwanted attention upon herself. Best leave that to him. "Oi, oi! What's wrong with clean hands?"

"What's going on?" Martha questioned as the Doctor was led towards some sort of machine and stuck his right hand inside.

"Leave him alone!" Donna and Rose yelled in unplanned unison.

The Doctor sighed in resignation as he felt something inside the machine clap onto his hand. "Something tells me this isn't about to check my blood pressure. Ahh!" he yelped in obvious pain.

"What the hell are you doing to him?" Rose asked the main solider.

"Everyone gets processed," was his simple reply.

"What does that mean though? Doctor, what's happening in there?"

"It's taken a tissue sample," he began to explain, "ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. And extrapolated it. Some kind of accelerator?" The machine finished whatever it had been doing and released his hand, allowing him to move back to his companions' side.

"Are you alright?" Martha asked, grabbing his hand and finding a small "y" shaped graze on the back.

The Doctor stared at the machine that had held his hand captive. It was slowly dawning on him what had just happened. "What on earth? That's just-" he stopped as the machine. The glass doors to the machinery opened, revealing a petite blonde woman in combat boots and trousers, with a dark olive green t-shirt.

"Doctor, where did she come from?" Rose asked after the woman was told to arm herself and was handed a riffle. She tried to ignore the knot she felt in her stomach at the sight. This new woman, girl really, was so young. She shouldn't be handling weapons.

Not taking his eyes off the new blonde, he answered, "From me. She came from me."

"From you?" Donna injected, clearly shocked. "How? Who is she?"

"Well, she's... well... she's my daughter."

The young woman turned her attention to the group before her and gave a large smile to the Time Lord. "Hello, Dad," she greeted.

Rose felt her heart plummet. "I'm sorry... What!?"

He turned and grabbed her shoulders. "It's not... It's not what you're thinking."

"I don't even know what I'm thinking, Doctor," she said with a humourless laugh.

Before he could offer a response, the lead soldier stepped forward and addressed this new woman. "You primed to take orders? Ready to fight?"

"Instant mental download of all strategic and military protocols, sir. Generation five thousand soldier primed and in peak physical health. Oh, I'm ready," she answered, taking her place with the other men at the newly formed barricade.

Donna watched in shock as the young women set up her riffle accordingly. "Did you say daughter?"

"Mmm." The Doctor made a face. "Technically."

"Technically how?" Martha prodded.

He took a deep breath and looked directly at Rose. He needed her to understand what was happening. Yes, this women, this girl, was technically his daughter. But she wasn't really. He and Rose had discussed the possibility of having children together after they had taken the next step in their relationship physically. After running some tests, they discovered that the likelihood that the Doctor could impregnate Rose was slim to none. Literally less than a one percent chance. And even then, due to some irregularities in Rose's body, there was even less of a chance for Rose to get pregnant. She had put on a brave face claiming that she was perfectly content, that she had never really had a desire to be a mother. And he believed her, he really did, but there were a few times when they would be in some little market on a planet in a distant galaxy and Rose would see a family out spending the day together and a look of longing would briefly pass across her face. And now, here he was... with a daughter... but Rose wasn't the mother. If he was going to have children again, he only wanted it to be with her.

Knowing he needed to give his companions an answer, he stepped out of his thoughts and said, "Progenation. Reproduction from a single organism. Means one parent is biological mother and father. You take a sample of diploid cells, split them into haploids, then recombine them in a different arrangement and grow. Very quickly, apparently."

The next events happened quickly. Before they could even process what the Doctor had explained to them, they heard his fully grown daughter shout, "Something's coming!"

Shadows fell on the tunnel walls and soon the intruders were revealed to be a bipedal fish like creature. "It's the Hath!" one of the soldiers cried.

"Get down!" the young woman ordered her father and his friends.

Heeding her advice, they all ran for cover, with Donna, Rose, and the Doctor going one way, while Martha ran another. "We have to blow the tunnel. Get the detonator," they heard the main solider command.

Stepping in, the Doctor replied, "I'm not detonating anything," as he went to tend to one of the wounded men. He realised there wasn't anything he could do, the man had been fatally injured. Just then, the Hath broke through the barricade and grabbed hold of Martha.

Witnessing the whole thing, Rose jumped out from her hiding space and tried to run after her, only to be blocked by one of the lead soldier. Meanwhile, the Doctor's daughter successfully incapacitated one of the Hath and was able to grab hold of the detonator. "Blow the thing! Blow the thing!" the man holding Rose back shouted.

Realising what was about to happen and that one of his companions was in serious danger, the Doctor yelled, "Martha! No! Don't!"

Not listening, his daughter hit the detonator. A loud klaxon began sounding, giving the warning to run. Doing just that, the small group remaining made it just far enough away before the explosion took place, successfully sealing off the tunnel with Martha and the TARDIS on the other side.

The Doctor stared at the damage that had taken place in just a short period of time. "You've sealed off the tunnel." He looked to young woman. "Why did you do that?"

"They were trying to kill us," she defended.

"But they've got my friend."

"Collateral damage. At least you've still got these two." She nodded to the man behind her. "He lost both his men. I'd say you came out ahead."

Rose crossed her arms and stared at her in disbelief. She was having a hard time seeing this girl as a child of the Doctor. Donna, just as shocked, took a step forward and addressed this new girl directly. "Her name's Martha. And she's not collateral damage, not for anyone. Have you got that, GI Jane?"

"I'm going to find her," the Doctor assured the two women standing their ground on either side of them. Just as they went to step away, the man in charge aimed his weapon at them.

"You're going nowhere," he said. "You don't make sense, you three. No guns, no marks, no fight in you. I'm taking you to General Cobb. Now, move."


As they were escorted through the tunnels, the Doctor grabbed Rose's hand and held it tightly. "Are you alright?" he asked her quietly.

"Yeah. Just worried about Martha. I can still feel the TARDIS just fine, so she made it through the blast okay," she told him.

He nodded and pulled her closer to his side. "I love you," he whispered in her ear.

She gave him a watery smile, appreciative of the fact that he knew this whole situation was a bit sensitive for her. "I know. I love you too."

Feeling slightly bad about her outburst before, Donna awkwardly cleared her throat and introduced herself before asking the blonde girl her name.

The young girl shrugged and answered as she continued walking. "Don't know. It's not been assigned."

"Well, if you don't know that, what do you know?" Donna prodded.

"How to fight."

"Nothing else?"

"The machine must embed military history and tactics, but no name," the Doctor injected. "She's a generated anomaly."

"Generated anomaly," Donna repeated. "Generated... Well, what about that? Jenny."

She perked up. "Jenny," she tested. "Yeah, I like that. Jenny!"

"What do you think, Dad?" the ginger woman asked the Time Lord.

He felt Rose stiffen and tried to respond as nonchalantly as possible. "Good as anything, I suppose."

"Not what you'd call a natural parent, are you?"

"It's not like he had a choice in the matter. He was forced," Rose said, still holding tight to the Doctor's hand.

He nodded in agreement. "They stole a tissue sample at gunpoint and processed it. It's not what I call natural parenting."

"Rubbish," Donna scoffed. "My friend Nerys fathered twins with a turkey baster. Don't bother her."

"You can't extrapolate a relationship from a biological accident."

"Uh, Child Support Agency can."

Rose snorted. "I'd like to see them try to track 'im down."

"Look," the Doctor continued, "just because I share certain physiological traits with simian primates doesn't make me a monkey's uncle, does it?"

Jenny stopped in her tracks and sent him a withering look. "I'm not a monkey," she insisted. "Or a child."


After several more minutes of walking Rose stepped closer to the soldier who had insisted they go see some General Something Or Other. "So, what's your name then? Or do you not have one?" she asked sweetly, hoping that perhaps if she could charm him a bit, he would eventually lead them back to Martha and the TARDIS.

He cleared his throat, trying, without success, to avoid eye contact. "Cline," he answered. "My name is Cline."

"That's a nice name," she complimented, practically feeling the Doctor roll his eyes behind her. "Tell me then Cline, where exactly are we?"

"Messaline. Well, what's left of it," he told her as they made it to their destination.

Rose looked around the room they had been led to and realised that it had been set up like some sort of war camp, having been with the Doctor in many similar places before. In the corner of the large room was several more machines like the one used to create Jenny. Overhead there was a voice announcing different generations and how many from each were deceased. It made her feel physically ill.

Next to her, the Doctor and Donna took in their surroundings as well. "But this is a theatre," the latter pointed out.

"Maybe they're doing Miss Saigon," the Doctor suggested, taking a seat on a nearby crate.

"It's like a town or a city underground. But why?"

The Doctor didn't answer, but instead jumped up when he saw an older gentleman with white hair and a matching beard approach. "General Cobb, I presume?"

Cobb wasted no time. "Found in the western tunnels, I'm told, with no marks. There was an outbreak of pacifism in the eastern zone three generations back, before we lost contact. Is that where you came from?"

"Eastern zone, that's us, yeah. Yeah," he agreed enthusiastically. "I'm The Doctor, this is Donna and Rose."

"And I'm Jenny," his daughter injected with matching enthusiasm.

The older man stared them all down. "Don't think you can infect us with your peacemaking. We're committed to the fight, to the very end."

The Doctor smiled. "Well, that's all right. We can't stay, anyway. We've got to go and find our friend."

"That's not possible. All movement is regulated. We're at war."

"Yes, I noticed. With the Hath. But tell me, because we got a bit out of circulation, eastern zone and all that. So who exactly are the Hath?"

General Cobb took them on a tour of the theatre as he explained. "Back at the dawn of this planet, these ancient halls were carved from the earth. Our ancestors dreamt of a new beginning. A colony where human and Hath would work and live together."

"Sounds nice," Rose commented. "What changed?"

"The dream died. Broken, along with Hath promises. They wanted it all for themselves. But those early pioneers, they fought back. They used the machines to produce soldiers instead of colonists, and began this battle for survival."

Donna, having stepped away peered out the window, but was met with the sight of dirt. "There's nothing but earth outside, why's that? Why build everything underground?" she asked.

"The surface is too dangerous," Cline told her.

"Well, then why build windows in the first place? And what does this mean?" She pointed to a plaque under the window with the numbers 601707 scrawled in it.

"The rites and symbols of our ancestors," Cobb acknowledged. "The meaning's lost in time."

The Doctor frowned. "How long's this war gone on for?"

"Longer than anyone can remember. Countless generations marked only by the dead."

"What, fighting all this time?" Donna questioned.

"Because we must," Jenny said vehemently. "Every child of the machine is born with this knowledge. It's our inheritance. It's all we know. How to fight, and how to die."

Rose shook her head and stared at the young woman sadly. "That's not a life though."

The Doctor, feeling Rose's conflicting emotions rolling off of her in waves, changed the subject. "So, how big is this place?"


General Cobb led them to one of their planning stations and brought up a digital map of the camp. "Does this show the entire city, including the Hath zones?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes," the general responded. "Why?"

"Well, it'll help us find Martha."

"We've more important things to do," Cline insisted. "The progenation machines are powered down for the night shift, but soon as they're active, we could breed a whole platoon from you three."

"Ha!" Rose laughed harshly. "Not bloody likely."

"I'm not having sons and daughters by some great big flipping machine," Donna agreed before looking at Jenny. "Sorry, no offence, but you're not... Well, I mean, you're not real."

The young blonde looked outraged. "You're no better than him." She nodded to the Doctor. "I have a body, I have a mind, I have independent thought. How am I not real? What makes you better than me?"

"Well said, soldier," General Cobb complimented. "We need more like you, if ever we're to find the Source."

The Doctor looked intrigued. "Ooo, the Source. What's that, then? What's a Source? I like a Source. What is it?"

"The Breath of Life," he said dramatically.

"And that would be?"

Cline took it upon himself to explain. "In the beginning, the Great One breathed life into the universe. And then She looked at what She'd done, and She sighed."

Rose smiled softly, not realising Jenny had done the same, as they both said at the same time, "She. I like that." Rose gasped and looked at the Doctor's daughter with confusion before breaking eye contact. It was just a coincidence... right?

The Doctor looked back and forth between the two women, noting the similarities. Shaking his head he turned to Cline and Cobb. "Right. So it's a creation myth."

"It's not myth," the general argued. "It's real. That sigh. From the beginning of time it was caught and kept as the Source. It was lost when the war started. But it's here, somewhere. Whoever holds the Source controls the destiny of the planet."

While the man spoke, the Doctor stared intently at the map, before finally catching the blip he'd been looking for. "Ah! I thought so. There's a suppressed layer of information in this map. If I can just..." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and waved it over the base of the map, revealing even more tunnels and rooms.

"What is it? What's it mean?" Donna asked.

"See? A whole complex of tunnels hidden from sight."

"That must be the lost temple. The Source will be inside. You've shown us the way. And look, we're closer than the Hath. It's ours," General Cobb said in disbelief. Immediately he moved away and began issues orders to those under his command. "Tell them to prepare to move out. We'll progenate new soldiers on the morning shift, then we march. Once we reach the Temple, peace will be restored at long last."

Running after him, the Doctor said, "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."

"You're planning on killing all of them?!" Rose questioned, clearly shocked.

The Doctor shook his head. "A second ago it was peace in our time. Now you're talking about genocide."

"For us, that means the same thing," Cobb replied honestly.

"Then you need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up genocide. You'll see a little picture of me there, and the caption will read, over my dead body!"

"And you're the one who showed us the path to victory. But you can consider the irony from your prison cell. Cline, at arms."

The young solider raised his weapon and pointed it directly at them. Donna held her hands up. "Oi, oi, oi! All right. Cool the beans, Rambo."

"You know, I'm getting really sick of having guns pointed at me," Rose bit out.

"Take them," General Cobb commanded. "I won't have them spreading treason. And if you try anything, Doctor, I'll see that your women die first."

"I'm going to stop you, Cobb. You need to know that," the Time Lord warned.

"I have an army and the Breath of God on my side, Doctor. What'll you have?"

He pointed to his temple. "This."

Cobb eyed him warily. "Lock them up and guard them."

"What about the new soldier?" Cline asked, causing Jenny to jump forward.

"Can't trust her. She's from pacifist stock. Take them all."


There were immediately escorted into a large cell where Donna noticed another plaque above the door. "More numbers. They've got to mean something."

The Doctor sat on the bench, Rose tucked in his side, saying, "Makes as much sense as the Breath of Life story."

Jenny looked slightly heartbroken. "You mean that's not true?"

"No, it's a myth," Donna answered as she took a seat next to the Time Lord. "Isn't it, Doctor?"

"Yes, but there could still be something real in that temple. Something that's become a myth. A piece of technology, a weapon," he offered.

"So the Source could be a weapon and we've just given directions to Captain Nutjob?"

"Oh, yes."

"Not good, is it?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," Rose said with a quietly.

"That's why we need to get out of here, find Martha, and stop Cobb from slaughtering the Hath." He stopped when he realised Jenny was looking at him, utterly enthralled. "What, what are you, what are you, what are you staring at?" he stuttered.

"You keep insisting you're not a soldier, but look at you, drawing up strategies like a proper general," she exclaimed.

"No, no," he disagreed. "I'm trying to stop the fighting."

"Isn't every soldier?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Well, I suppose, but that's... that's... Technically, I haven't got time for this. Rose do you have your mobile?"

She shook her head. "Sorry. Left it in the TARDIS."

He sighed. "That's alright. Donna, give me your phone. Time for an upgrade." The Doctor was clearly flustered by this young woman and, despite her conflicting feelings about her, even Rose had to hold back a giggle at the way he was stumbling over his words.

"And now you've got a weapon," Jenny added when the Doctor pulled out his sonic to work on Donna's phone.

"It's not a weapon."

"But you're using it to fight back. I'm going to learn so much from you! You are such a soldier."

"He's not," Rose jumped in, on the defense. "Not anymore. He's a doctor. He's THE Doctor. He helps people, makes them better. It's best you remember that."

The Doctor leaned forward and kissed the top of her head in thanks. He didn't deserve her whatsoever, but he had her and for that he was grateful. Now they just needed to get out of this situation. Once they found Martha and got back to the TARDIS, he would figure out what to do about his... daughter. Dialing the now familiar number of his old companion, he waited as the phone rang.

"Doctor?"

He jumped up at the sound of her voice. "Martha, you're alive!"

"Doctor! Oh, am I glad to hear your voice. Are you all right?" she asked.

"I'm with Rose and Donna. We're fine. What about you?"

Donna nudged his side and reminded, "And, and Jenny. She's fine too."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Yes, all right. And... and Jenny. That's the woman from the machine. The soldier. My daughter, except she isn't, she's... she's... Anyway, where are you?"

"I'm in the Hath camp," Martha told him. "I'm okay, but something's going on. The Hath are all marching off to some place that's appeared on this map thing."

Rose cringed, knowing that it was the Doctor who had altered the map and now both sides of the war were about to come head to head. Thinking the same things the Doctor said, "Oh, that was me. If both armies are heading that way, there's going to be a bloodbath."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just stay where you are. If you're safe there, don't move, do you hear?"

"But-" she started to protest, but the line went dead.

Rose watched in concern as the Doctor pulled the mobile away and tossed it back to Donna."What happened? Is Martha alright?"

"Fine for now." He sighed. "Her mobile must have died."


Donna went back to sit on the bench with Jenny while Rose leaned against the Doctor's side. They stayed as close to the bars of their cell as possible, listening to General Cobb give a rousing speech to his troops.

"Why did the TARDIS bring us here, Doctor? Was it to stop this war?" Rose questioned.

He scrubbed his face with his hand. "I don't know. Most likely. Though, She usually doesn't take matters into Her own hands like that. She was very enthusiastic about getting us here."

"It hurt when She took off so suddenly."

He turned and looked at her sharply. "What do you mean it hurt? Hurt where exactly?"

"Here." She pointed towards the left side of her chest. "It was sort of like-"

The sounds of the soldiers' chanting cut her off. "To war! To war!" they repeated.

"Are you feeling okay now?" the Doctor asked her hurriedly.

"Right as rain," she said with a reassuring smile. "It disappeared the moment we landed."

He squeezed her hand. "Let me know if it returns." He then turned to Donna and said, "They're getting ready to move out. We have to get past that guard."

Jenny stood up and strode to the bars confidently. "I can deal with him."

"No, no, no, no." The Doctor grabbed her arm. "You're not going anywhere."

"What?"

"You belong here with them."

Donna wrapped her arms around the young woman and said, "She belongs with us. With you. She's your daughter."

"She's a soldier! She came out of that machine."

"Oh yes, I know that bit. Rose, tell me you don't agree with him..."

"Donna, please. Just don't," Rose whispered.

She gave out a harsh laugh. "What, don't want to play step-mum?" She looked to the Doctor. "Listen, have you got that stethoscope? Give it to me. Come on." Knowing there was no point in arguing, he handed the object over to her.

"What are you doing?" Jenny asked nervously as Donna held the stethoscope to her chest.

"It's all right. Just hold still." Donna moved the stethoscope across her chest. First on the left side, then on the right. She nodded to the Doctor. "Come here. Listen, and then tell me where she belongs."

He listened to Donna's discovery, feeling dread pool in his stomach. No, no, no. This was wrong. She wasn't a... She couldn't be. He backed away and saw Rose's questioning gaze. "Two hearts," he confirmed.

She gasped. "Oh, my god."

Jenny looked between the three travellers. "What's going on?"

"Does that mean she's a... What do you call a female Time Lord?" Donna asked.

"What's a Time Lord?"

"It's who I am. It's where I'm from," the Doctor informed, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

"And I'm from you," she finished.

He finally set his piercing glare on her. "You're an echo, that's all. A Time Lord is so much more. A sum of knowledge, a code, a shared history, a shared suffering. Only it's gone now, all of it. Gone forever."

"What happened?"

"There was a war," Rose answered for the Doctor, knowing how hard this was for him to discuss. She knew the thoughts of his children and grandchildren on Gallifrey were playing through his head.

"Like this one?"

"No," she said softly. "It was so much bigger. Bigger than anyone in the universe could possible imagine."

Jenny turned back to the Doctor. "And you fought, and killed?"

"Yes," he answered stoically.

"Then how are we different?"

And that was the question, wasn't it. How were they any different? How did the old Earth saying go? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She was more like him than he'd initially thought. What was he to do. Two hearts... He couldn't just abandon her. There was so much she needed to understand about her biology and what would happen if the wrong people got a hold of her. He felt Rose slip her hand into his.

"One step at a time, yeah?" she whispered. "Let's just focus on getting out of this cell for now. We can figure out the whole 'you-have-a-daughter-with-two-hearts' situation later."


Coming Soon: The Doctor's Daughter Part 2

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