The Daughter and The Doctor

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Lyla" Dad told me.

"But Doctor, we were just riding dinosaurs, I want to sleep" I replied.

My dad is a time-lord named Doctor Who.

We travel around all time and space in the TARDIS.

The TARDIS is an old British police box that is bigger on the inside.

Me and my dad live in the TARDIS as well as travel in it.

"Come on little who, you can sleep later, you gotta see this" The Doctor told me.

"Okay okay okay I'm up" I said.

My dad was none other than the 11th Doctor.

I was a 107 year old half time lord.

My mother was a human who had died during child birth.

I had been traveling with my dad for as long as I cloud remember.

"Come on little who!" Dad yelled from the main room on the TARDIS.

I rolled around on my bed and then got up.

There was a closet built into the wall that held all my clothes.

"What do I need to wear?" I yelled to him.

He raced back into my room.

Well, something timey wimey. OH! Try a fez" he suggested and ran from the room.

"I'm not gonna wear a fez" I said.

He ran back to the doorway.

"Why not fezzes are cool, just like bow ties" he told me and smiled.

"I'm a girl" I said.

"I know" he said and deepened his brow.

"Well, what year it it?" I asked.

He thought for a minute, then ran from the room.

I waited.

He returned a few minutes later.

"Egypt, 1336" he told me and ran away again.

"So the usual" I told myself and rummaged through my closet.

"No no no, B.C." He said when he ran back.

"So like a Egyptian queen?" I asked.

"Sure" he said and ran away again.

After I was dressed I walked into the main room of the TARDIS.

A few seconds later he walked into the main room.

He had on a white Roman gown, a red fez, and was carrying his sonic screwdriver.

"Why a roman gown?" I asked.

"I don't want to look better than the king now do I?" He explained.

"Why a fez?" I asked.

"Little who, fezzes are cool" he told me.

He always called me Little Who.

I actually didn't mind it, he had called me little who all my life.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

"Doctor, what it it?" I asked.

"We're meeting someone" he said without looking me in the eyes.

"Who is it?" I asked

"An old friend" he said still not looking at me.