Doctor Who Imagines

Pinky Promise (Eleventh Doctor)

Summary: Eleven's daughter, Olivia, has recurring nightmares.

EXTERMINATE!

Olivia Smith shot up in bed, shaking and panting for breath. Another nightmare. She couldn't always remember them, but they almost always involved her father's rouge's gallery. In this one, she had been running and screaming for her father before the Dalek killed her.

"Daddy?" she called. Olivia heard a loud thud come from the control room, so she got out of bed and walked down the steps. She couldn't see her father, so she assumed he was underneath the console doing whatever it was he did. "Daddy?"

Her father looked up at her with his goggles and smiled, causing him to get zapped by an exposed wire. "Olivia, princess, what are you doing out of bed?" He set his goggles down and walked up the steps. When he reached the top, he scooped his daughter up in his arms. "Did you have another bad dream?"

Olivia nodded.

"What was it about this time?" he asked her.

Olivia was silent.

"Let's get you back to bed then", he said.

"No daddy!"

Her father stroked her hair as he cooed, "Shhh". Once she was calm, he set her down. "What if we get you a nice cup of tea? Would you like that? But you have to go straight back to bed after. Little Time Lord's need their sleep".

"Okay daddy".

Olivia sniffled and took her father's hand as they walked to the kitchen. Olivia sat down at the small kitchen table the TARDIS provided. It changed size depending on the amount of people in the kitchen.

"You know, I used to make your mum cups of tea all the time. She had nightmares too. About the war", he told her as he made the tea, "Brilliant woman, your mum". He set a small mug in front of her. "I met her shortly after I lost Rose. I've told you about her".

Olivia knew all of his companions, how he met them, how he lost them. She was very good at remembering things. Her mother was the only thing she couldn't remember because she was so young. Olivia sipped her tea as her father told her more about her mother.

"She was the only one who liked my bow ties", he said.

"And the fez!"

Her father smiled. "Yes. Even the fez. Finish your tea".

Olivia took one final drink and put her mug in the sink like her father taught her.

"Back to bed now", her father told her.

"Could I sleep in your room tonight?"

Her father sighed. "Okay, but just for tonight". It must have been one hell of a nightmare for her to want to sleep in his room. She hadn't slept in his room since her mother died. But that was because he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

Olivia crawled into his bed and covered up with his blanket.

"There. All comfy?" he asked her as he tucked her in.

"It was a Dalek".

"What?"

"My bad dream. A Dalek was chasing me and I was trying to find you".

Her father crawled in bed beside her. "I'll always be there for you", he promised.

"Rule #1: The Doctor lies".

"That rule doesn't apply here because when I'm with you, I'm not the Doctor. I'm just your father. And as your father, I promise you that I will never let anything hurt you. I will always be there for you and when I'm not, I will find you". He held out his pinky to her. "I pinky promise".

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, like her mother used to.

"Come on. A pinky promise is the most special kind of promise. Can't be broken", he told her.

Olivia wrapped her pinky around his and he brought it up to his lips, placing a kiss on her finger.

"Now, go to sleep", he told her.

"But what if...?"

"Nothing is going to hurt you while I'm around. Do you know what monsters are scared of?"

Olivia shook her head.

"Me", he said and kissed her forehead. He got up to leave the room when heard, "Daddy. Do the thing!" He smiled and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, sonicing the ceiling to look like space with galaxies and stars. "Goodnight Olivia".

"Goodnight daddy".