Forever Gallifreyan

Nineteen (or Two, It Depends On How Your Brain Works) Years Later

Because everyone is asking me to update, I will. This chapter is in Melody, Kat's future daughter's, POV. There is no Ella and Stella in it, but there is Kat.

(BTY, I got really annoyed with all the comments telling me to update, in case you couldn't tell, so send Daleks after me if this wasn't what you wanted. You asked for an update, I gave you one. Now shut up and read)

Melody's POV

It's been nineteen years since those days. I'm sitting here, in the TARDIS, just writing, while my dad is at the console. Mum is no longer with us. She's dead. She died when I was two. I can tell you the story, but my memory is a bit fuzzy, so here goes:

Mom was pacing the TARDIS back in forth in frustration. I was sitting on the jump seat, watching her. It was my second birthday, and we were trapped in the TARDIS because there were Daleks and Dad was outside. Mum didn't like being stuck in the TARDIS, but someone had to stay with me, and she was forced to. It was now four hours, and she was getting restless. "Mommy?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you getting tired?"

"Tired of staying in the TARDIS."

"But you have to stay here. Daddy says so," I could tell that this didn't help Mum at all, so I fell quiet. Mum, however, came to a decision. "I'm gonna find him, and help him. I can't stand being in here much longer."

"But Mommy-" I began, but she was already crossing the TARDIS. She threw open the door and looked right at Daleks. "No," she whispered, staring at them.

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" they cried, pointing their lasers at her. I had enough sense to crawl off the jump seat and hide behind the console as the two lasers pierced my mother's body. She screamed and crumpled from the ground. I was watching as I was crying, but I knew she was gone.

She still had the door handle in her hand when she was exterminated, and as she fell forward, it shut, sealing us in. But to me, even seventeen years later, it didn't make a difference. Mum was dead. I stayed hidden, even though they couldn't get to me, until Dad came back.

The first thing he saw was Mum. "No," he whispered, kneeling down next to her. "No, Kat, no!" he hugged her to his chest and rocked her back and forth. I walked to him and snuggled with him. "She wanted to help, Daddy," I said. "But the Daleks got to her."

"Kat..." he said. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. He hugged me, and I could feel his tears in my hair.

"Let's go to bed," he said, and scooped me up.

As he left my room, I said, "Daddy, I love you. Don't be sad, they didn't get me."

He smiled. "Melody, I love you."

I watched him leave, not knowing that that would be my last conversation with anyone for the next five years. I just stopped talking, and I wouldn't speak again until a week after I ran away, when I was seven. Dad never heard me speak until I was almost thirteen. I'm sure that was eleven years of agony for him, not hearing his daughter's voice once.

But he didn't know why I ran away. He didn't know why I stopped talking. He knows now.

Find out why in the Doctor's Daughter! And read all my other Melody books, which can be found if you click the tag melodypiper (or if you're on your phones, search #melodypiper. Both work).

Please read them, since two of the books don't have more than fifty reads. :'(