I awoke and swore. I felt horrible and my head pounded. I looked down at my hands to see if the golden regeneration 'dust' was sliding off them yet. It should have been. Something was wrong. I flipped my hands back and forth trying to find any signs of energy, more and more frantically as the time passed. Eventually the pounding in my head ceased and I felt renewed. I was extremely confused and worried. Giving up I decided to test out a theory. Looking around I realized that I was in my TARDIS. I reached over to the sleek black bench and opened it to reveal a hoard of weaponry. A pang of guilt shot through my body as I saw that my Walther was missing. Other than my scars it was all I had to remember Jack Harkness. My hand fished around for a second before closing on a sharp kitchen knife. I brought it to my neck and sliced quickly before I could change my mind. Complete darkness embraced me as the intense pain disappeared. Dead. Again. My eyes popped open and I took a deep breath of air. I should have regenerated whilst unconscious. Assuming that I had I stood hesitantly and walked over to a full length mirror. I hadn't felt any different but only having regenerated once before, (bad encounter with a pool's shallow end and the diving board) when I was very young, I wasn't sure what to expect. The mirror though, confirmed my fears; I hadn't changed. Again. My hands not even glowing slightly. I turned my head to the side to inspect my suicidal wound. Gone. Healed, as though I had half regenerated but not quite. I couldn't die. Although if I got a cut or something it wouldn't heal instantly, I would have to die and come back for that to happen. Finally accepting my condition, not after testing it out a few more times, I sat down on the bench in almost defeat. Then I heard talking. A dialogue between a man and a girl. The girl seemed to be young, this only made me tear up reminding me of my daughter whom I did not have anymore. The speaking stopped and I heard a door slam. The man walked in and jumped down into my TARDIS. He was wearing raggedy and ripped up clothes which I, looking at my own, realized was similar to my clothes. He had a mop of black hair on his head, hazel eyes, an odd shaped face and a chin, yeah. That's all I have to say about it. I knew immediately who it was. "You look, different Doctor." He laughed then his expression turned serious and concerned. I rolled my eyes. "Remember, I'm not your BFF's little sister anymore. I'm 740 something." I warned. "You didn't regenerate." He said. "Yeah I guess I don't do that anymore. I tested it." "How?" "My theory, which is very loose, is that when you hit me with your excess regeneration energy it overloaded my polanic artery. Making me, immortal." "Wait, your polanic artery? Do you mean the little thing here?" He pointed to a spot just above his right hip on the side. It would be just beside your appendix. "Yes that. Did you pay any attention in Galifreyan Biology?" He twiddled his thumbs and looked down. "It was boring. Anyways what does this artery do again?" "It was grown from the time energy that flowed through Galifrey. It allows Timelords to regenerate." "Oh right." I suddenly clue into the sound of engines whirring. "Where are we going?" "Oh just a quick trip to the moon and back. I have to meet someone in five minutes." "Okay, I would assume that the somebody was the girl you were talking to outside?" "Yup, real nice girl. Amelia Pond I think she said her name was." I froze. It had to be just a coincidence, right? The room seemed to drop a few degrees and on the inside I knew that this wasn't a coincidence. She was my daughter. My eyes filled with tears again. I turned around so that he wouldn't see. "Wha-what did she look like?" "Pale, red hair, freckles." "Red hair huh? Ha, I guess that's what you get from a blonde and and brunette." I whispered. I tried not to sob but my chin still quivered. "Wait, Wolf, that-that's not, not your, your daughter is she?" I nodded slightly my hair bouncing up and down. "Oh. Wow, small world. Are you going to be okay?" I nodded again, gaining my composure. He then climbed up the ladder and out into his TARDIS. The whirring had stopped. I sat for a bit, just sitting trying to wrap my head around, then I got bored and picked up a pistol. A Mars Automatic Pistol, made in the 1890's in Great Britain. I took aim and pulled the trigger. It felt just like it had before, hard. The target exploded as the bullet sliced through the pupil of the dummy. It was what Isabelle and I did for fun when the kill was too easy. We would shoot out the pupils, a single tooth, at a pimple, mole, dot on a tattoo, etcetera. It made it even more fun. For about an hour I shot, my skills hadn't dissipated. Just like riding a bike. Finally I heard a door slam above in the Doctor's TARDIS and the engines began to whir. I climbed up and almost fell back down at the sight. His TARDIS had completely changed! The console was colourful and filled with new buttons and switches which the Doctor was then messing with. The Doctor! He had changed out of his rags and was wearing a off white, cream shirt, a tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows, black pants, black loafers and a absolutely ridiculous looking bow tie! "You're wearing a bow tie?" I asked him bewildered. "Yes. I wear bow ties now. Now ties are cool." I rolled my eyes, and got off the ladder into the room, not wanting to fall. "Next thing you know you'll be wearing a fez!" "Hmm." He sounded thoughtful. I smacked my forehead. "Anyways, clothing aside, what happened to that Amelia?" "Oh I'm just taking my TARDIS for a spin. Promised her five minutes. Again." He looked guilty and he adjusted his bow tie. I glared at him. "You said that you would be back in five before, when she was seven. How far off were you?" "Um, well…" He mumbled a number. "I couldn't hear you." "…" He mumbled again. This time I simply gave him an evil-eye glare. "Twelve years." I looked at him in disbelief. "Twelve years!? One or two I could understand! But twelve?! Did you even take the classes or look at the manual?" "No. Sorry." I shook my head. "Whatever, you'll be on time now? To make up for your mistake?" "Of course." "Good, now go, she'll be waiting." He nodded in compliance then walked out. I glanced over at the date on the console. "Oooh, yeah he's going to be in for a bit of yelling." Sure enough from outside I heard the argument. Or more like scolding. It was quite amusing. "All that was TWO YEARS AGO!" I laughed quietly to myself. When the shouting ceased the door opened and the Doctor showed a woman looking to be in her twenties into the TARDIS. She had red hair and was wearing a night gown. Amazed she looked around. Finally her sights set on me. "Who's that?" She asked the Doctor discreetly. "This," He gestured to me. "is my old friend Wolf. She is an alien as well." "Well, alien hybrid technically. I'm part human too." I tried not to stare and stay casual. This was my daughter I was talking to! The three and eventually four of us traveled together for a while, every now and again i had to take a day off and recollect my mind and keep my very thin bit of sanity. Until one day. That was the day that I became dead to them. Hopefully this won't die and I promise more updates and faster ones too! Oh yeah and this is going to be set in the next update before the new most current season started. Thx!
This is the real one sorry I thought I was further into it whoops! Lol Before the time war started my father had sent my mum to Earth in hopes to save her from the daleks them meet up again afterwards. Half the plan worked. She was and still is safe and resilient as ever but my dad is dead. All the Timelords were killed in the war except three; me, the Doctor and my brother who is now dead. Anyways, I went to Earth, and saw a person very important to me. March 16th, 2009. 724 years of age: I took in a deep breath and looked around. It was a warm sunny day but I was still wearing my hot pink leather jacket. My short hair blew around my face in the Canadian breeze. I was in Ontario, Toronto or Scarborough to be exact. The street was quaint and very calm, coming off of a larger, more busy road. Bornholm. What a weird name. I had found my mother's address easily, 81 Bornholm Drive, M2C 6M6. And the year 2009 last I had checked. Finally after standing at the door for about ten minutes looking like an idiot, I got enough courage to ring the doorbell. It had a classic "DING-DONG!" sound that I could hear from outside. "Coming!" A familiar voice called. I stuck my hands in my pockets and stood. The door creaked open and the woman standing in the opening gasped. A hand flew to her mouth. "Hey mom, it's me." She rushed forward and held me tight in a warm embrace. "Never, ever leave me again. I thought you were dead!" Tears streamed down her face. "Its alright now, I'm here. I missed you so much. I love you mum." She released me and stood just staring. Her bob of blonde hair blowing around just like mine. She looked down for a second then, with a face full of rage she slapped me in the face! "Ow! Holy, what was that for?! Okay I probably deserved that for some reason but really mom? Care to share?" "You left me! You were famous, as a killer! Do you have any idea what the impact of that was on me and the family? The last time you contacted me was for the wedding and to tell me you were pregnant! I had no way to know if you were safe or if you had died and were in a ditch somewhere!" "I'm sorry. I, I wasn't me. Or I was but not the me you knew, I was homicidally insane, I still am insane but not the same as before, I am as normal as I will ever be now." "How can you live with yourself? All those lives taken?" "I. Don't." Dead serious. "Oh, I'm, oh darling. Come here." She hugged me again. "Come inside." The house was gorgeous. Mom went around reorganizing piles and fluffing flowers. "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting guests." She gave a sad smile. I could tell this was bittersweet. "Oh mum, the place looks great. I like the area, it's, quiet." "That's why I chose it. A couple schools not far away, bus stops, these things called GoTrain Stations and everything is only a hop and skip away! West Rouge, truly gorgeous." We stood for a little while before going into the kitchen to sit. "Can I get you something to eat, or to drink? Have you been eating enough? You look thin." "Yes mommy, no thanks just a drink would be nice." Suddenly I heard an explosion and I dove under the table. "Get down!" My mum simply laughed. "Oh dear, it's just the telly. Look." I got up and looked at the television stationed on the wall above dog bowls. The program playing had looked to be set in some war torn land. People in army uniforms, surgical scrubs and Hawaiian T-shirts ran towards a medical tent avoiding sniper fire. "It's a tv show called M*A*S*H. It stands for Mobile Army Surgical Hospital. The show's about army doctors in the Korean War. It's very funny, although some episodes can be quite dark or sad." I laughed at myself for thinking that someone was really ambushing us. The show was good, we watched until it was over which was about half an hour. Then the phone rang. I started to get up but mom just ushered me back down and picked it up. "Hello? If you're trying to sell me duct cleaning again... I already told you- oh. I see. It's for you!" She shouted to me. Dumbfounded I got up and walked over. She handed it to me gently. "Hello?" "Wolf, it's me." The voice on the other end instantly recognizable. "Oh hi Doctor! Long time no talk." The last bit I said with cheerful sarcasm. "I, I've gone too far. My song is ending." I sucked in a sharp breath. "What did you do? Change time?" I laughed off the last remark but with complete seriousness he answered. "Yes. I need help." "Crap, ok yeah, I'll be there. Where and when?" "Christmas, London and check the news for an exact location, I think I'm going to be going out with a bang. Goodbye Philly." "See you then, bye Doctor." I hung up the phone slowly and turned to mum then opened my mouth to start to speak. She put up her hand to stop me. "I know. See you at Christmas." She kisses me one last time on the cheek and then shoves me away. "Go on, you have a friend to meet!" This folks is where it gets sort of tricky. My brother was brought back. But not quite correctly. I came in when he had already left, I only knew he had been alive because I, just like you had said, watched the news. Him. Everywhere. This is what happened.