The Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 5- The story of how I failed

Sometimes you plan things so detailed and with so much effort that you begin to believe it can't go wrong. You begin to believe that there is a plan B for every problem that could possibly develop. But as we all know- life is a little bitch and you never know what it plans next for you. I had to discover this on my first adventure. First adventure because it was the first time I was in danger. And the first time I screwed things so badly that I had to disappoint my parents. Especially my Dad, who was never disappointed in me. I will never forget his face. I will never forget how he looked at me with such pain and confusion. And disappointment. My Dad once believed everyone is special. Not only the great people of our time, or before our time- or even after our time. He especially believed that the small people are important. And he trusted me with his life when I destroyed this idea of him.
I destroyed his life. And Mom's life. I'm sorry.

Everything worked out fine. Mom was going out with her friends. Dad was busy trying to bake a cake. The small paper with the coordinates was in my pocket. I was a bit scared that I would lose this paper because the pockets of my jeans were really small. But it seemed to work. The Tardis was in the basement. The only thing left to do was to actually steal it. I only had one chance.
But then I realized the massive problem. The key... Where was the key?!
It usually hung on a small hook in the wall. But it wasn't there. I was about to freak out. What if Dad had it still in his pockets? He had a lot of pockets- And they were all bigger on the inside. Even if I was a good burglar my chances to actually pick-pocket the key were really small. Why couldn't Dad from the future show up and give me his key? Anyways, why did he choose me to save his and Mom's future? Couldn't he do it by himself? He is the hero- I'm just the daughter! The panic overwhelmed me. I needed a plan B. A genius plan B. But I had no idea. I knew that Mom had the second key. But she was out. I had no chance.
I went upstairs, with a desperate hope that a coincidence or a spontaneous idea would save me.
"Hi, Dad. What are doing?" I asked nervously. The kitchen smelled weird. It alarmed me. Don't try the cake.
"I'm finished with the cake. Look! It's perfect!"
He cut a piece and ate it himself.
"Hold on. That's weird. What is that?!"
I listened to his wild speculations of what went wrong with the cake. But I have to admit one thing- It actually looked tasty.
"Here. Try it."
He gave me a small piece. I tried it- only to make him happy.
"Dad! Did you use salt instead of sugar?! This tastes horrible!" I said in disgust.
"Oh. That explains a lot."
This was the perfect situation for a face-palm but then I saw it. I spotted the key. It was lying on the table- near flavour and eggs. Actually, it was covered in flavour. Now I only needed to get rid of my Dad.
"But I still think it tastes good." added Dad after eating another piece.
"You should really let Mom cooking." I replied. Someone needed to throw this cake away- it's a danger for national security.
"But the salt fits perfectly!"
The whole time I stared at the key. So near but so far away. How could I grab it without my Dad's attention?
I slowly walked over to the table. Now I was standing directly in front of the key.
"The whole kitchen is a terrible mess." I said exactly how Mom would say it.
"I know, I know. It's fine. Gonna clean it all up and then we're going on a little trip, okay?"
He expected me to smile out of excitement but for me it felt like a sting in the heart(s). I was about to lie to him, steal his ship and then go in terrible danger. It felt so wrong.
"Y-Yeah." I stuttered and smiled awkwardly. Then he grabbed the milk and put it in the fridge- The perfect moment to grab the key. I got it! Now I only had to find a good excuse.
"D-Dad... How long is this going to take? I- I want to take a shower."
I know, it was the worst lie ever and a terrible excuse but it worked.

I made my way down to the basement as quiet as possible. The Tardis was standing there majestetically. But still it felt so wrong.
"Mary, where are you?"
I know I had no time left to think about this. Suddenly I heard Dad walking down the stairs. Now or never.
I stepped into the Tardis, not noticing my terrible mistake. I had lost the paper with the coordinates. But I realized it the same moment Dad realized I wanted to steal the Tardis.
"Mary, you better have a good explanation for this!" He screamed from the outside of the Tardis.. It was so loud that I got goosebumps.
"I am saving your future and my life!" I replied. "I love you, Dad. And I promise that I will come back. Don't worry! But there's one thing. I can only do this with the coordinates. And I lost the paper."
It was quite for a minute or something. He probably found it.
"That is my handwriting!"
I sighed. How do I explain that?
"Who gave you this?" He added after some time of thinking.
"Actually, you did. Please trust me on this, I need to fix something on your timeline."
For a second I was calm. Dad couldn't stop me. He had no key. I was in the Tardis. There was no way he could possibly stop me from doing this.
But then he walked into the Tardis.
"Do you really think I only have one key in my pockets?"
Life is a bitch.