Hey guys! So, I have this feeling that you might hate me for stopping in the middle of a sentence if the last chapter. But, this chapter won't do that, however, it will have someone that you won't expect to show up, show up. It'll be great! Oh, and we also get to find out if someone comes to save the day for the Doctor! Won't that be fun! not waiting in suspense- oh but wait, you will at the end of the chapter.
So, I was typing this up while listening to the Doomsday theme. Let's just say I was crying while I was typing this out because of the memories tied in with that song. I was seeing the scene play out in my head and it was sooo sad! It's also what got me to write this fic, too.
I don't own Doctor Who, if I did, David Tennant and Billie Piper would have been together for awhile longer and their characters would have kissed.
Anyway, Let's move on with The Daughter Paradox.
Oh, I also updated this chapter, there was something funky going on with Emmerson's name, so, I changed it.
Last time on The Daughter Paradox:
*an hour earlier*
The Doctor stood in the TARDIS, mouth opened, and the tears that he had tried so hard to keep in were slowly seeping out of his eyes.
Rose was gone, his precious Rose was gone forever. She had promised him forever.
"No..." he muttered. She couldn't be gone. She couldn't be gone from the TARDIS, she couldn't be gone from his life, she just couldn't be gone. 'Aspirin,' he thought, 'I need aspirin. I can't live without her.' He calmly walked to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet.
Normally the Doctor wouldn't even have aspirin on the TARDIS, but he made an exception for Ro- no, it was too painful to say or even think her name.
He walked back to the TARDIS Console room, ready to take his own life.
The Doctor unscrewed the lid to the bottle and-
"Dad, no!" he heard which was followed by a kick to the hand, knocking the pills out of his palm.
The Doctor, now cradling his hand, turned to the one who had stopped him from taking his own life.
"Whaddaya gotta go and do that for, eh?"
"Like I'm gonna stand here and watch you commit suicide!" she responded, nearly yelling at the Doctor.
It was then that the Doctor realized that there was another TARDIS in his police box. Somehow the noise must've escaped his notice.
"Tha- that's-that's-that's impossible!" cried the Doctor, running a hand through his unruly hair, "Blimey, how did you do it?"
The girl just smiled, "It took a lot of skill and timing."
"What!?" the Doctor said.
The girl sighed exasperatedly as she raised her hand to her forehead. "A wise old man once told me that nothing is impossible, only improbable. And that doesn't even stand a chance with the help of friends and family."
'Surely there are impossible things! She doesn't know what she's talking about.' the Doctor thought.
"Yeah, like you haven't done anything impossible, and the fact that you've done that makes it possible. And I do to know what I'm talking about!" she countered.
"How did you do that?" he asked, clearly taken aback at how she came back with a response to what he thought.
"I'm a telepath, though I'm still learning all the tricks to it."
"Okay," said the Doctor warily, "Who. Are. You?!" he raised his voice, sounding annoyed.
The girl didn't even flinch at his tone, she merely stood there and smiled an oh so familiar smile, one that the Doctor only saw in the mirror...Just a coincidence. "Emmerson S. T. Smith, at your service Doctor," she gave a small curtsy.
The Doctor scratched the back of his head, confused and said, "T-Smith?"
"No," said Emmerson, "'T' dot 'Smith'. The 'T' is one of my initials."
"Oh," said the Doctor "What does the 'T' stand for?"
"'Fraid I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"You'll find out eventually."
The Doctor blinked, confusion written across his face. "Wait just a tick," he said, "When you kicked the pill bottle out of my hand you called me 'Dad', care to explain?"
Emmerson hesitated. Now, the Doctor wasn't the best a guessing personality types, that was Rose's department. But he could tell that this was not Emmerson.
"I, uh, I-I, um call a lot of people that," she stuttered, "Ya know like 'Daddy-o'. 'What's up Daddy-o?' or 'Hey, how ya doin' Daddy-o?' things and sayings like that." she tweaked her left ear.
The Doctor was suspicious, but he brushed it aside. "Why do you look so familiar?" he asked.
"I dunno, I guess I have one of those faces." Emmerson shrugged.
"Who are you really?" The Doctor asked.
Emmerson sighed, "Look Doc, I really can't tell you who I am, except that I'm from your future. But know this, you will be reunited with Rose Tyler and your child soon." She looked him in the eye, "Oh, and Doctor?"
"Yes?" He said as she engulfed him in a hug. He let out an "Oomph." at the sudden force of it.
The Doctor didn't know why he did this but he hugged her back in a way that a father would hug his child.
"Don't lose hope, Doctor," she mumbled into his chest. Emmerson was a good five or six inches shorter than him. She pulled away from him, but the Doctor still held her in his arms, "Brighter skies are coming. So don't worry about this whole situation."
"I'm not worried," the Doctor smiled at her, "I'm more worried about you and your," he paused trying to find the correct adjective, "spontaneous actions."
Emmerson chuckled, "Yep, that's me."
The Doctor, again had no clue why he did this, placed a fatherly kiss on her forehead.
What was wrong with him? He was treating her as if she were his. 'I guess that's how it is with some people.' He thought. "Are you sure that you can bring Rose back?" The Doctor said as he released her from his grasp.
"Absolutely, I am positive." said Emmerson, backing into the TARDIS, well her own TARDIS.
The Doctor watched as the very familiar girl's TARDS dematerialized into the Time Vortex.
'Nice girl,' he thought, 'A little cheeky, though.'
"Where the heck am I?" someone cried.
The Doctor turned, shocked at what he saw. "What?!"
*present time*
Suddenly, it came to Emmerson's attention that they were not alone.
"Rose, don't move," said Emmerson sternly, holding out a hand signaling for Rose to keep her distance.
"What is it Emmy?" asked Violet.
"Gang members." said Emmerson reaching a hand into her inner coat pocket. Violet visibly tensed, Rose got in a subtle yet ready stance. Rose may not know a lot, but she did know when and where there was danger.
"Alright you three," a gang member said from the shadows, "hand over the valuables or my boys," four more gangmen stepped out from the shadows, guns drawn and ready to fire at a moment's notice, "Will have to take them by force."
"Ya know," Emmerson started, "It's a great plan, hold the girls at gunpoint and make them hand over their valuables. Just one flaw, never try to rob armed targets!" and she pulled out a handgun, and so did Violet.
The men looked shocked but that was short lived. Their shock quickly turned into amusement and they laughed.
"Look kid," said the first one, "This ain't no playground. Now put down the toy and hand over the valuables."
"Yeah," said another, "and since when do women know how to use guns?"
Emmerson held her ground.
"I bet she can't even-" but the man never had a chance to finish his sentence before Emmerson disarmed him and took the revolver pistol for her own.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle," Rose said surprised at Emmerson's actions.
"Here Rose, take this." said Emmerson handing Rose the revolver.
Rose, never actually having used a gun before, struggled with the concept of using one. She just held out the gun with both hands and pointed it to her right.
Emmerson sighed as she watched Rose fumble her way around trying to use, and to even hold the firearm correctly.
Rose was tired. 'Being four months pregnant really takes a lot out of somebody.' Rose thought, 'And how am I supposed to use this thing anyway?' The Doctor never did like guns. What would he think of her now if he saw her with this thing?
She didn't have too long to think about it when she was grabbed from behind.
She let out a scream and both Violet and Emmerson turned, but only Emmerson aimed the gun at the gangman who was holding Rose.
"Alright, hand over the goods or blondie here gets it!" said he who held Rose as he pointed his pistol to her head.
Rose made a sound that no-one, rarely, ever heard from her.
She whimpered.
"See, you should've done this in the first place," said Emmerson, taking a few steps forward, "that way, I could've done this sooner. Violet, NOW!" and she did three front handsprings, landing behind the man that held Rose, hitting him on the head with the butt of her gun.
Violet, at the same time, turned and fired her gun at the gang member who was behind her (only wounding him slightly in the foot), did three backflips and did the same thing again to another gang member.
Guns fired, shots and yelps rang out in that little alleyway in Chicago 1921, and all made it out alive.
All, except for two.
Two gangmen, that is, who were accidentally shot fatally.
The three women were chasing after a gang member who seemed to be leader of that small group.
Rose, Violet, and Emmerson chased him down another alleyway but this one had a dead end so, he wasn't going anywhere.
Violet went up to him and and her gun at him.
"Make one movie and I'll shoot." she said, voice firm.
The man nodded afraid of what this short girl could do to him.
Emmerson walked up to the man to the man and asked, "What is your name?" The man wouldn't answer, and Emmerson knew why. "Violet, pleas, step away from the gentleman." and Violet did so, but not without sneering and hissing at him first. "Let's try this again, what's your name?"
"Brian." said he.
"And do you work for anybody, Brian?"
"Yeah, Al Capone."
"You work for Al?" asked Emmerson, surprise clear in her tone.
"Yeah, who wouldn't?" said Brian, "Sounds as if you know him personally."
"Of course I do! We're really close!" Emmerson exclaimed, "So, Brian, think you could take me to him?"
Brian opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a sound out, another filled its place.
The sound of a woman's high heels.
"Emmerson," said Violet worridly, "Who or what is that?"
"Is it another gang member?" asked Rose.
"Worse," Said Emmerson, "Someone neither of you have met yet."
"Who could be worse than a gangman?" asked Violet.
Emmerson turned to look at the two and said dangerously, "Hell in high heels."
And a blonde woman stepped out from the shadows.
"Hello sweetie."
Did any of you expect that? I have officially brought River into this! You'll be seeing more of her in future chapters! So, tell me what you think, leave a review, PM me. Hope yall enjoyed it, and I'll see you later!