WARNING: Minor spoilers for Season 1 Episode 3 "The Unquiet Dead".

"Actually, I've been thinking of saving that trip as a reward. You go an entire Earth month without trying to hurt yourself in any way and I'll take you to meet your favorite author."

"But you promised me last night that we'd go!"

"Actually my exact words were 'we'll talk about possibly' key word being possibly, 'meeting Poe once you wake up' and now we've talked about it."

"Ha-ha. Very funny" I said, rolling my eyes. "So where are we headed?"

"Where and when are we headed?"

"Ok, fine. Where and when are we headed?"

"New York. 1969. The era of Rock and roll…"

"Hippies getting high on weed, Woodstock…"

"Both activities which we will not be partaking in."

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's not like I've ever touched any kinds of drugs!" He gave me a stern look.

"Good! And let's keep it that way." The Doctor pushed a few buttons and then pulled down a big lever. Suddenly the whole TARDIS shook and both the Doctor and I almost lost our balance. As quick as the shaking started, it stopped.

"We're here. Let's take a look, shall we?" The Doctor held out his hand which I tentatively grabbed. "Allonsy!" he shouted as he dragged me over to the TARDIS's doors and threw them open. I looked outside.

"Um…Doctor. I don't think this is 1969." The Doctor immediately shut the doors and ran back to the console.

"Violet, don't open those doors under any circumstances until I give you the OK. I don't know what's out there, but usually when the TARDIS lands somewhere or some when that I didn't tell her to, it means trouble."

"So, what am I supposed to do until then?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. Sit tight, I suppose?"

"Yeah, like that's going to happen" I said, getting up and heading straight for the doors.

"Violet! Don't you dare!" The Doctor shouted, running towards me. I quickly threw the doors open and stepped outside. It was nightfall and the ground was covered in a light dusting of snow. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of the snowflakes hitting my skin.

"Hmm…England. 1860's. Right around Christmas time" I thought aloud.

"Actually it's Cardiff, Wales on December 24th, 1869." My eyes snapped open and I saw the Doctor standing right in front of me. "I see we have some authority issues that need to be worked on." He grabbed me by my wrist and began dragging me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Let me fucking go!"

"Watch your language," he spat. "I'm taking you back to the TARDIS and am keeping you in there until you start behaving!"

"You can't tell me what to do!"

"I'm your father" he shot back. "I have every right to discipline you when you're not behaving."

"Oh, you're really going to play that card. After being absent for 14 years of my life!" He gave me a glare, so deep and menacing that it sent shivers down my spine.

"Throughout the universe I am known as the 'Oncoming Storm' because I can make even the Devil himself cower in fear. Point being, I can be your protector or your worst enemy. Don't force me to have to unleash my dark-side to my own flesh and blood." I shrank away from him in utter fear and began shaking uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Violet" he said in a much softer tone, his facial expression matching. "But please know that I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and well-being, even if it means protecting you from yourself." I was about to respond when a series of screams echoed through the air, followed by a crowd of people running out of a building.

"Looks like that's your cue…Dad." He looked down and smiled at me.

"No. Looks like that's our cue! What do you say we go and check it out?" I grinned.

"Sounds great!"

"Allonsy!" he shouted as he ran towards the crowd, me following alongside of him.