A disclaimer: I don't own any character's from the show, just the original characters.

Doctor Who

The Child of A Time Lord

Concern danced in the Doctor's aggrieved eyes. He absently applied a damp cloth onto the unconscious girl's brow. Her skin stretched over her protruding bones. She appeared paler by the second. Her body twitched, under his touch, and perspiration formed on her body. Even though she slept under the aid of the TARDIS'S influence— she was afflicted with terrors of the night. It pained him to see her in such a state. Especially, one who appeared as frail as she did. He listened to her distressed breathing and sighed. There was not much more he could do, for the poor little time lord.

When the Doctor exited the hospital unit— the TARDIS had created, for himself and his companions—he found Clara waiting.

"Is she going to be alright?" Clara asked with furrowed brows.

"I don't know," the Time Lord responded wearily. "The TARDIS is keeping her alive, but, I don't know much else. At least not until she wakes up. If she does."

Clara frowned at the Doctor. "Don't think like that. She will wake up. When she does, you and Missy; will not be the only Time Lords. There will be three of you. There are three of you."

The TARDIS buzzed in agreement.

"See," Clara said with a smile, "The TARDIS agrees."

The Doctor glanced worried back at the hospital unit. Every fiber of his being, wanted Clara to be right—it pained him too much to think otherwise. "I hope you're right."

The hours crawled at a standstill—the concerned Time Lord remained, next to the unconscious youth. The Doctor allowed Clara to bathe the little time lord and place her into fresh clothes. Clothes that took him forever to find. The Doctor refused to leave her side, even at Clara's request. He had left the girl's side, once. A second time was out of the question. The only departure was to aid a young Devros.

The TARDIS's buzz of concern alerted the Doctor quickly. He took the stairs two at a time, to reach the Hospital Unit. Clara barely had enough time to get out of the way.

"Sorry, Clara!" he called from the platform at the top of the stairs. She quickly followed him up the stairs to the Hospital Unit.

The girl's body twitched, indicating her distress. The Doctor didn't hesitate; he knew how to soothe the frightened child. The Time Lord slid one hand into hers— and, caressed her hair with the other.

"Shhh," he cooed tenderly, "Everything is alright. You are safe now. I promise you, you are safe."

When the Doctor hummed quietly, Clara excused herself; from the room. When she descended the stairs, she heard the beginnings of a song, which, she could not understand. After a few minutes, the Doctor appeared at the top of the stairs.

"How is she?" Clara asked, gazing at him.

"All better," He said, moving toward the TARDIS console. "Just night terrors."

"I'm glad; you managed to calm her, quickly."

"Dad skills," the Doctor said, swiveling the screen toward him.

"That song was beautiful. Even, if I had no idea, what you were saying. What was it?"

"A Gallifreyan lullaby." The Time Lord responded, setting the newest location into the TARDIS.

"Where are we going?" Clara asked, moving closer to the Doctor.

"To see Missy."

The TARDIS entered warp speed only to come to a dead stop, throwing both Clara and the Doctor to the floor.

"What was that for?" Clara murmured to the TARDIS who responded with silence.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor asked, scrambling to his feet.

"Yes," Clara responded as the man scrambled to his feet.

He got half way up the stairs and stopped; for at the top of the stairs stood the little time lord. Her disheveled mess of hair and her clothes sagged off her small frame. Her eyes looked hollow and unseeing as she gazed down at them.

"You're awake." Clara gave a relieved sigh. The girl's eyes shifted in Clara's direction, but she never moved. "My name is Clara and this—"

Clara moved closer to the Time Lord touching his arm with her hand; as the girl followed Clara's every move. "Is the Doctor."

"What's your name?" Clara asked slowly nudging the Doctor slightly.

"Yes, name. What is your name?"

The girl flicked her eyes, from the human, to the older Time Lord. The Doctor could see her hands tremble ever so slightly.

"I promise you." the Doctor said, carefully holding a hand up. He didn't want the girl to bolt in fear. "You are safe here, in the TARDIS; with Clara and I."

The word TARDIS had caught the girl's attention. Her eyes shifted around the room; taking in her surroundings. For a second, she looked in awe. Clara stepped closer to her Doctor. The sudden motion from Clara caused the girl to hone in on the human. The Doctor's hand shot out; warning Clara to stand still. She stopped and stood motionless. The girl's eyes remained locked, and Clara held her gaze. The girl took a frightened step back from the Time Lord and his companion.

"It's okay," the Doctor said, soothingly. "Don't be afraid. We just want to help you. Do you understand?"

The Doctor feared that perhaps, the girl, Time Lord or not, couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Help me?" the girl's voice was faint. The duo barely heard it.

A smile touched the Doctor's lips, "That's right. We want to help you."

"Help me," she repeated, locking her gaze on the Doctor's.

The TARDIS hummed, drifting into motion. The girl's eyes grew wide, and she grasped the railing firmly.

"It's just the TARDIS," the Doctor said gently, "We're moving again that's all."

The girl, with hollow eyes, nodded at the Time Lord. She lowered herself into a sitting position, on the stair's top platform. The Doctor looked at her a moment, before turning to Clara. Who was gazing up at the girl? The Time Lord turned his attention to the console, as Clara turned her gaze away.

"We need to feed her."

"I know that," the Doctor said and adjusted the TARDIS's location. "But, we can't get near her, yet. She doesn't trust us."

"What are we going to do? She needs to eat."

The girl, with hollow eyes, nodded at the Time Lord. She lowered herself into a sitting position, on the stair's top platform. The Doctor looked at her a moment, before turning to Clara. Who was gazing up at the girl. The Time Lord turned his attention to the console, as Clara turned her gaze away.

"We need to feed her."

"I know that," the Doctor said and adjusted the TARDIS's location. "But, we can't get near her, yet. She doesn't trust us."

"What are we going to do? She needs to eat."

The blue police box landed. "We are getting chips."

Clara grabbed some money from her bag and smiled at the Doctor. "I'll be right back."

The girl watched Clara leave before she focused all her attention onto the Doctor. The man seemed to be paying more attention to the TARDIS console than to her.

The Time Lord did his best—to pretend— to ignore her. He wanted to try and make her feel more at ease with her current situation. He listened carefully to every small move she made. He could hear her cautiously move towards him; while still keeping a safe distance. He glanced up from the console to see her admiring it. The girl allowed her fingers to trace the console's edges.

"Hello," he said as her eyes darted up to look at him. He remained still letting her continue if she wanted to.

After what seemed like an eternity, she moved closer. The female time lord looked the older man over, carefully. Her eyes traced every inch of his face. He could almost see the ghost of memories, behind her eyes.

"Hello, Doctor," she whispered.

Her trembling fingers reached out to touch his face. It was like she had to be sure he was real. Her eyes told him she had some reminiscence, of him, locked away; deep within her mind. A memory she couldn't quite reach.

When the TARDIS doors burst open, the girl paled; bolting back up to the top of the stairs.

"Why on earth, would you be sending out; that kind of signal for me, Doctor," Missy demanded.

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows in irritation, "Great timing; as always, Missy."

"May I remind you," Missy retorted irritably, "You called me. Now, what's so important, you made me come to you?"

The Doctor sighed, motioning to the top of the stairs. "Her."

Missy's eyes drifted upward, and she froze, "How is this possible?"

"That's what I can't figure out," the Doctor said. The girl's eyes locked on Missy.

The girl gave Missy a quizzical look. Realization then flickered in her frightened eyes. The Gallifreyan name, which rolled off the girl's tongue, caused Missy to go rigid.

"That's my daughter," Missy said, "How do you know that name?"

When the Time Lady firmly stepped towards the girl; she backed up further onto the platform.

The girl's eyes grew wide; when Missy stepped closer. The terrified girl was about to run and hide. The Doctor saw it in her eyes. He seized Missy's arm holding her back.

"Scaring her more, won't get us anywhere." He whispered.

Missy gave the Doctor a look of pure disdain.

The girl's voice quivered, "My friend."

"What?" Missy said, glancing at the girl. The Time Lady's eyes drifted back to the pained expression on the Doctor's face.

"She said, someone would come."

Understanding flashed across Missy's features, "Polaris?"

The girl nodded, remaining frozen in place, "I am Polaris."

"Doctor," Missy looked at the Doctor, "Is this child…"

"Yes," The Doctor said, wearily. "She's my daughter."

"But," the girl said as tears drifted silently down her cheek, "No one came. Why didn't anyone come?"

"I'm sorry," the Doctor pleaded, the lump in his throat expanding, "I'm so very sorry."

The girl gazed down at Missy, "What did we do wrong? Why didn't someone help us? Why didn't you?"

"You didn't do anything wrong," the Doctor protested as Missy stood at a loss for words, "None of what happened was your fault."

"Rule 1. The Doctor always lies!" the girl shouted, covering her ears, "It won't stop. Why won't it stop? It's my fault. I couldn't help them. I couldn't save my friend. She died screaming!"

The young time lord made teary eyed contact with Missy, "She died screaming, for you."

"Shut up!" Missy demanded, allowing her emotions to overtake all logic. She pulled a gun from its hiding place and pointed it directly at the Doctor's child.

For a split second, the Doctor couldn't move. His hearts thumped frantically within his chest. He placed himself directly in front of the barrel.

"Over my dead body," the Doctor said, dangerously.

The Mistress kept her eyes locked on the young blue-eyed, Gallifreyan. She could see the pleading behind the girl's eyes, for Missy to pull the trigger.

"How many regenerations," Missy demanded, her grip firm around the gun's handle, " How many have you had, Polaris?"

The Doctor tried to reason with his female friend, but, his words fell on deaf ears. Missy remained, locked on the statue of a girl. The Doctor didn't seem to be in Missy's line of vision any longer.

Tears rimmed Missy's eyes when she heard it. Her child's voice. Her daughter's voice spoke to her, in Gallifreyan.

Missy's child had pleaded, "Help her. Please, help my friend."

The voice of Missy's only child faded before Missy could make out the last thing her daughter had said to her.

Polaris' hollow gaze broke away from the gun-wielding Gallifreyan and over to her father's back. Her voice had been a soft heartbreaking, "Daddy."

The Doctor locked on his daughter's gaze with his ice blue eyes. She held him there. While his mouth still coaxed the gun from his friend. Then he heard it. The gun's resonance was deafening. The Doctor's vision became blurred with a white rage that slowly became tainted with red. A Blood Red.

lThis piece was initially meant to be a one-shot. But, I'm thinking it would work better; as a two-shot. Perhaps, even a full story, but I'm not sure yet. I already have a few chapters to another Doctor Who story completed that I haven't posted yet. I am not sure I want to take on two Doctor Who stories at the same time. What do you guys think?