Daughter Who Chapter 2 - I need you, a doctor who fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Doctor Who.

Everything else and story line by me but of course they're set in the Dr. Who Universe so I still hold no rights to them.

Story takes place somewhere in the 11th Doctor Era. I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: It's perfectly safe for the whole family, like the show. So don't worry.

PART 2: I need you

"Excuse me," Annabella voiced out, awkwardly, as the Doctor strolled into her apartment.

"Well isn't this such a cozy place. Bit small, however, no?" She lightly closed the door and awkwardly followed him.

"Excuse me?!"

It was instantly noticeable that he suffered from some form of acute hyperactive affliction. He shifted his eyes across her home, scanning everything as if he was unable to focus on any one thing. His head jerked from one side to the other like that of a curious boggled-eyed child. She followed him around.

"Excuse me; I didn't say you could come in."

"You never said I couldn't, either," he looked at her for a brief moment, adding to the statement a sly smile, then he jerked around again, this time in the direction of her bed. "Uuh, what is that?"

In a quick stroll, he approached her bed and reached under it, making her notice how her box had remained a little visible.

"Hey!" She yelled out, now mad at this stranger, though enigmatically also curious about what he was doing. He opened the box. "That's private!"

"Nooo, it's a box," he jested, opening it, "with drawings! Awww…look at it, it's so cute."

Heavily blushing, but afraid to exercise any aggressive force, she stepped back and leaned protectively and harmlessly against a counter.

He flipped through all of them, stopping on one with opened eyes.

"Oh look!" He flipped the drawing of her savior at her, lighting up his face all proud while pointing at it, "it's me!"

"N-no it's not," she stated, half-frightened.

"Well yes," he granted her, waving the drawing around, talking to the air, "not exactly me, not physically me, but definitely me! I'm the doctor, he's the doctor, he's me and I'm him," he said before looking back at her, "do you follow?"

"Uh…what?"

"I'm the Doctor," he approached her, looking deeply into her eyes while still retaining his anxious smile, "and I need your help, Annabella Christie."

She lost her breath that moment, for a second or two. She couldn't even think straight.

"What?"

"With these," he turned another drawing at her, of the monster, "The Bleaks. Very dangerous race. They tried their campaign before but I stopped them. For good, I thought, but no." His smile closed and he frowned gravely at her, suggestively implying as to the importance of the words he was saying. "Not for good. They're back, Annabella, and they're in full force now, and they are threatening the safety of entire galaxies and I need your help to defeat them. Well, in a way it results in fewer deaths, together we can save more lives, I need you to save lives, I…need - your help."

He grabbed her hand and pulled himself close enough so his eyes filled hers.

"Will you help me…Annabella Christie?"

"I…" her head was racing rampant and confused but his eyes, even though different, held a familiarity. She saw something in them, a 'goodness' she couldn't exactly pinpoint in a rational sense.

She had never really been that rational.

Hesitantly, but gravely, accidentally sounding as if her life depended on it, she asked "are you…really him? The one who saved me from those things?"

"The Bleaks," he reminded her, smiling again glad.

"Yes, those."

"Yes," he pulled away, closing his arms on both her shoulders, "Trust me, help me."

"I..." her heart raced and her mind wandered lost amid so many thoughts she couldn't even keep up with them. So she followed her heart, her silly child-like adventurous heart. She accidentally cracked a smile, saying "yes."

She lightly shook her head in disbelief, and the Doctor bent back to get a better look at her, excited and proud. And that definitely strengthened her resolve, "Yes."

"Ha ha!" He stood up, "that's grand! Alright, follow me into the Tardis!"

"The Tardis?"

He skipped quickly out of her room.

"Wait, can't I change?"

He popped his head back in.

"You can change in the Tardis, don't worry. Come along, Annabella, no time to waste!" And popped back out. She still grabbed a coat off her hanger and threw it on as she followed him.

But at the exit, he popped a head back in again.

"Are you—ah, good, yes, let's go!"

She almost couldn't stop herself from giggling. She felt so alive as she scurried off after The Doctor, wondering what she was going to see. She was still a bit worried, but it further diminished once she walked into the street and saw the blue police box. She blinked, but it was still there. Then she massaged her eyes and not only was it still there but the Doctor was looking back at her, visibly enjoying her look of disbelief.

"This is really happening, isn't it? It wasn't a dream, it was real, and I'm—"

"Going to travel through space," he interrupted her, hopping to her side. He put an arm around her shoulders, and led her gaze past the stars with the other arm, "across time and worlds. To see amazing new things and, most of all, to help me save entire civilizations. Yes?"

She glared at him, feeling so warm the cold of the night went by unnoticed. She nodded, "yes!"

He laughed, and pushed her along with him, opening the door to the police box. He waved her in, and she went in.

The familiarity of it all came back to her, though again, it was slightly different than what she remembered. She heard the door close behind her, and that gave her a sense of déjà vu.

"What happened to your friend?" She asked, remembering the soldier man.

"Which of them? I have a number of friends," his tone gave no attempt to hide how positively happy he was to say so.

"The one in black? Looked like a soldier? You called him…Jack?"

"Oh, him. Yes, well, I guess he's on out there somewhere, saving some world or another, being all heroic and the like."

He again skipped his paces until he reached the center of what she assumed to be the control room. There, he started pushing buttons, pulling levers, always looking around and dancing around with a notorious curiosity. It almost seemed like he was just playing around with a toy for the first time.

"Really? I thought you were the hero," she teased him.

"No… I'm the Doctor," he smiled. He then winked and added, "Geronimo!"

She felt space being displaced, and then they were off.

She looked around, curiously, while approaching him.

"Where are we going?"

"Oh, more like when," he told her, excited, "three thousand years into the future."

"Three thousand?!"

"Yes well, that's how much of a thrashing me and Jack gave them," the Doctor said, waving his fist jokingly, "took them a while to get back on their feet, but alas, so they did."

"But why do you need me?"

"Why? Didn't I tell you?" He looked up in thought.

"No…"

"I told you, didn't I? Because it's those monsters you faced before." He looked back at her, smiling as though to give her confidence on the fact that it wasn't a big deal, "you have insight I need."

"What do you mean? I don't even know what they are."

"The Bleaks are a race of tiny little aliens who ride big armored…armors, like the one you saw."

"The monster was a machine?"

"Yes. Kind of, it was piloted, you see? Like a car…but with legs and arms, and with sharp pointy claws and the muscle strength of a starship and, most importantly, a conscience. Biotechnology, you see? It's a machine that thinks and feels and communes with the pilot through a bond that's stronger than blood, a psychic bond."

"Okay…that's very informative," she was losing her confidence fast, "I still don't see how my insight would be useful."

"Well—" he was interrupted by the Tardis, its impoliteness to shart shaking and rumbling at inoportune times was legendary. He leapt to look at a screen and then pulled back a sleeve to look at a wrist-watch.

"Oh my, we're here. And right on time too! Come along, we have to go." He ran to the door of the Tardis, leaping to it.

"What? But…you haven't explained anything," she complained

"No time now. Just come along, Annabella," he waved her onwards, opening the door of the Tardis, and she could see a metallic floor beyond…like the one she remembered from her dreams. From her memories, they were her memories.

Fear gripped her. "But-"

"Anna…" He called out, endearingly, "I'm sorry, truly, but there's no time. Please, do what I say and I promise everything will turn out alright," he told her, looking into her eyes.

Then he smirked, waving his hand to gesture to himself.

"You can trust me, I'm the Doctor."

Part End: Thank you for reading, please consider leaving a review if you have the time.

11th! Man he's so fun to write. Next up, special guest appearance by Amy Pond and her centurion!

Also don't worry, the story is fully written. Next update will come up next week, God willing.