The doctor and Clara were spending the day in London. The previous day, the Doctor had taken Clara to raxicoriccofaliputorius.
"It's so relaxing today," Clara said as she sipped her coffee.
The Doctor nodded.
They were walking through the streets of London when someone from the crowd shouted, "Father!"
The Doctor and Clara turned around, when a girl with long blond hair ran up to the Doctor and gave him a hug. The Doctor was still for a second. He pulled the girl away and looked at the girl. Clara thought he was going to say that he was not her father. However, he did opposite.
She saw tears spring into his eyes.
"J-Jenny?"
The girl nodded, tears falling from her beautiful brown eyes. The same ones the Doctor has.
"It's me father. I've come home."
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The Doctor and his Daughter
Short StoryThis was a short story I wrote about 12. His companion is still Clara as I haven't seen the new Doctor Who yet
