"So, where to first?" Karma wondered aloud; it was a habit of hers. "Symeron? Kishana? Cyborg? Blospakf? I wonder . . . Daddy, what do you thi . . ." she trailed off, remembering that her father was no longer there.
She turned slowly back to the navigation screen. There was a number pad, and a letter board.
And a big, bright red button with the word 'Random' printed in large, black letters. Karma grinned. That was just like her dad. He was one strange man. That would make her strange, too, though.
How was she different from her father, besides her age and gender difference?
Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Captain Jack Hardess. Her dad talked so much about them. That's it. That's what's different. She didn't have a companion.
But when she was born, he didn't have a companion. He hadn't had one for a long time. But why hadn't he . . . ?
Karma shook her brunette head. If he'd wanted her to know, he would've told her, she decided.
"I guess . . . we'll go with random!" she said, pressing the big red button.
The room was spinning—literally.
"Whoa!" Karma grabbed onto the rail on the side of the middle of her TARDIS.
As soon as it stopped, she let out a long breath.
"Now isn't that homey?" she said, laughing.
Karma tested her balance, before heading toward the door. But just as she was reaching for the door handle, she heard a whistling sound. Like—whistling. Like her sonic screwdriver—
Before she could finish that thought, the door opened.
"See, Rose? It opens just fine. Your key must be chipped—"
The man stopped as soon as he saw Karma. They blinked at each other. A female stood behind the stranger.
Then, they spoke.
"What the hell are you doing in the TARDIS?!" they shouted in unison. "What am I doing here?! This is my ship!"
The blond, Rose, blinked.
"Who are you?"
"I'd like to ask you the same thing!" Karma snapped.
"Well, I'm Rose Tyler, and he," she said, pointing at the startled, bald male, "is the Doctor."
Karma looked skeptical. That man was not her father.
"Well, Rose Tyler," she said; Rose noticed that she said it in the same manner that the Doctor had countless times before. "I don't believe you."
"What?"
"That man is not the Doctor!"
"You're an annoying little girl—" the Doctor began.
"How would you know?!" Rose asked, a little angry.
"Because my name is Karma, and I'm the Doctor's Daughter." she said. "And you don't look a thing like my father!"
Rose looked taken a back.
"The Doctor has a kid?"
"I have a kid?" he said. "But I hate kids."
"See? You don't even know me. You're not the Doctor."
"Yes he is!" Rose argued.
Rose Tyler was a young, pretty woman with bottle blond hair and brown eyes. She wore jeans and a black shirt, with a bright pink jacket.
The Doctor was a tall, bald man wearing all black. Leather jacket, black pants, black shirt.
"You're not the Doctor." Karma said. "Get out!"
The Doctor was looking around.
"This isn't my TARDIS, Rose," he told the blonde. "It's different. This isn't where we left it."
"Then get out!" Karma yelled.
The Doctor and Rose looked disgruntled, but headed for the door.
"We're obeying a 13-year-old?" Rose whispered as they headed out.
"I doubt she's only 13." The Doctor said. "She couldn't possibly be only 13."
They were outside now.
"Look."
The TARDIS was disappearing. Rose blinked.
"But! How?"
"Like I said, Rose Tyler," the Doctor said. "That's no ordinary 13-year-old."
Okay, I am sooooooo sorry, but I'm totally stuck on this!! It may be a while before it's updated....please see One Last Dance, as it is the prequel to this. THANKIES!
Panda, out!