"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the Doctor. I looked around to see him holding onto me.

"Emergency Temporal Shift!" and the Daleks soon disappeared.

"You hold on! Do you hear me?" The Doctor sobbed, "They can't destroy your life. Too many people that I loved and cared about have been taken from me, so don't you dare die!"

"Doctor…" I quietly cried, "Please just get me into the TARDIS."

"I shouldn't move you…" he replied, concerned that something would happen for the worst.

"Please…Just do it!" I reassured him, "She's calling to me, in my head."

I couldn't understand why there was a voice calling, talking to me inside my head, like a psychic link bonding someone to my own thoughts. The drained Doctor wiped his tears and slowly dragged me into the TARDIS. My heart was beating very slowly and I felt I was slipping away. Then suddenly, I felt a double jolt in my chest, as though I had two hearts rapidly beating to restart my systems. I sat up to see the Doctor face, absolutely gobsmacked.

"I thought you died…" He babbled. "How are you still a…" The Doctor stopped, and I looked at my hands. A golden, shining glow was coming out of my entire body and I didn't know what was going on.

"Doctor, I'm scared." I whispered, "What's happening to me?"

"This can't be happening; you're not a Time Lord!" The Doctor replied, not knowing what would happen next.

"Well… It… IS!" I screamed, as every part of streamed of golden light. My entire body screamed in pain and as finally the light dulled down, pain began to subside. A few seconds later, the pain had completely stopped altogether and I could see no more golden light coming out of me.

"That was time energy." The Doctor explained, "If a Time Lord is fatally injured, they regenerate into a new body, a new face. But you simply just can't be transformed into a Time Lord, it's not possible!"

"Do Time Lords have two hearts?" I asked him.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Um… Well, it feels like I've got two hearts." I returned to him. He pulled out his screwdriver again and scanned. He looked up and down me multiple times.

"What? WHAT?" The Doctor yelled, eyes wide open in shock.

"Doctor, what is it?" I ask anxiously, nervously awaiting his reply.

"The readings show that you're a Time Lord. But how is that possible? You haven't even change faces!" The Doctor cried out.

"Okay, I think you better get me home. I have an appointment with my parents." I calmly replied, then ventured to the controls, waiting for the Doctor to move on.

"Sorry, what?" He asked.

"TARDIS, Get going?" I replied.

"Oh… right." The Doctor flicked at many of the switches and the TARDIS roared into life.

I felt drained, I felt like curling up in a corner and crying. What was happening to me? How could I survive a shock from the Daleks? Nothing was making sense, and as the TARDIS jolted to a stop, I ran out the door, not realising the Doctor was not following me, and ran into Mum and Dad's room.

"You want to talk?" I asked them with my most amazing smile I could put on.

"Yes…" Dad replied glancing over at my mother.

"What's wrong?" I frowned at the question I was imposing.

"Well… We've discovered a secret that was kept from us at your birth…" Mum began.

"What secret?" Not entirely sure where this was going.

"I'll say it straight out, you're not actually our daughter." Dad said bluntly.

"WHAT!?" I screeched

"Our real daughter died at birth; apparently you and her were swapped." Dad continued.

The rest of the conversation was a blur. When they had both finished talking, I stood up and said, "Well, time for me to go."

"Please don't go!" Sally sobbed, "You are still my daughter!"

I took her hand, kissed it and walked out, heart-broken about the fact that my life had been a lie.

The Doctor looked at me with apologetic eyes, "I'm…so…sorry."

"Don't be." I replied, "Can I come with you?"

"It's dangerous." He commented.

"Ha. I laugh at the face of danger." I taunted.

"I can't see you dying again! It's unbearable!" He strained against the thought of me dying again.

"Well… I'll keep well out of danger then." I interjected, impatient with his fight to keep me with those strangers.

"Right…Okay then." He had given in and pushed aside the argument, "Time to find out who are!" The Doctor went this way and that around the control panel and pulled on the red levers, once again. As I grabbed the console, I realised the reality of the situation. My life was a lie and I had just run away with a mad man in a blue box. This was turning into the most thrilling aspect of my life so far and there was nothing that could stop me; not now, not ever!