Authors Note: hello lovely readers! I'm glad you've decided to read my story! I've been wanting to do this since 13's season started, but wanted to see where they took the Timeless Child storyline...except THEY DIDNT. Alright, fine by me. I'll do my own. I'm hoping to churn out at least two or three chapters over the next week while I don't have much homework. After that it'll probably update once a week. Also, if you've read Alons-y, this doesn't have any connections.

Enjoy!

A slight tingling danced up and down the Doctor's nerves as she regained consciousness, a sure sign of sedation. She lay completely still, listening for danger as feeling started to come back to her limp body. She could feel her face pressed against moist dirt, and heard a crackling of a fire and creaking metal nearby. The dirt smelled like...Skaro? That couldn't be right. The temperature was far too cold for Skaro's atmosphere. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, and immediately spotted the tell-tale signs of a battle. The rush of adrenaline came back to her as she realized that Ryan, Yaz, and Graham were no where to be found. Despite the residual numbness in her legs, the Doctor jumped to her feet and surveyed the area. She seemed to be in the middle of a lush jungle. Scorched metal Dalek shells were burning around her, and scattered across the ground were tentacles of Zygons, horns of the Judoon, limbs of Cybermen, and skulls of Sontarons.

What's happened here? she wondered, looking around in sorrow.

No creatures could answer her. The Doctor sighed and took a closer look at the planet. Looking up, she realized the sky was extremely dark, almost navy in color, with a colorful Aurora Borealis lighting up the sky. Despite the lack of a primary source of light, she could see quite well. There was a path that ran some distance away. On the other side was a pristine white laboratory, it's three walls enclosing a thin bed, surgery table, an x-ray machine, and more scientific instruments from various planets. She took a step towards it, but realized at the last second the air in front of the path was shimmering and humming with energy.

"Force field," she whispered out loud.

Her hand automatically flew to her pocket, but she realized there was no sonic screwdriver. She followed the energy to see how long it ran. Unsurprisingly, it completely surrounded her. Without the sonic, she was trapped.

"Good, you're finally awake," a bitter feminine voice called behind her.

The Doctor spun around, heart pounding. Something about that voice seemed familiar. She tiptoed carefully around the decimated Dalek until she could see the owner of the voice. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she couldn't breathe. There in the lab, with arms crossed defiantly and hair pulled back in a pony-tail, stood Jenny. Her daughter. The same one who had died in her arms thousands of years earlier. Yet here she stood, seemingly alive and well, and exactly like she remembered her.

This has to be a trap, the Doctor thought.

"Let's get one thing straight right away," Jenny said firmly. "No matter who you are, or what your name is, you MUST tell them that you're the Doctor. Got it?"

The Doctor blinked in surprise. "What?"

"I know," Jenny said. "You're still disoriented and it's all very confusing. You must have questions."

"More than I think you know," the Doctor said, watching her wording very carefully. "I take it you're also in an exhibit, then?" she asked.

"Yeah. Welcome to Pandloria, home to yet another pompous species who think they're more superior than everyone else. You're in their zoo."

"It's a zoo?" the Doctor said, stunned. "For other species? That breaks so many intergalactic violations I don't even know where to begin! Why hasn't the Shadow Proclamation, or the Papal Mainframe intervened?"

Jenny shrugged. "I don't even know who those are. There's only one person who can help us now, and that's the Doctor."

"So...you want me to pretend to be the Doctor so I can help?"

"No!" Jenny sighed. "The Pandlorians think they've just captured the Doctor, the Last Time Lord, their ultimate prize and exhibit! Obviously, they've mistaken you for him...somehow. But if you go along with it, that'll give the actual Doctor enough time to rescue us."

"Right," the Doctor said wisely, nodding along. "That makes sense."

"The only thing you have to do is come up with a cover story as to why you're not a Time Lord. They'll probably run tests on you...if they haven't already."

"Oh, I am a Time Lord," the Doctor said. "That'll be easy."

"I thought the Doctor was the only one," Jenny said, confused.

"He found another one," the Doctor shrugged. "Me. Now we're friends and travel around in the TARDIS...speaking of, you haven't happened to see a blue box or three humans running around, have ya?"

"No, they'll probably be in the humanoid sector. We're in the rare species section, secluded and "protected" from all the rest."

"Why are you here?" the Doctor asked.

"Because nobody can figure out what I am," Jenny said flatly. "They call me the Timeless Child. I'm a mystery almost as big as the Doctor. Makes sense. What's your real name, by the way? Don't worry, nobody can hear you."

The Doctor started to open her mouth but stopped. Well, I can't pass by John Smith anymore. And it's not very Gallifreyan anyway. "My name is...Rose-arth-onna," she stammered. Rose. Martha. Donna. Should be easy enough to remember for now.

"Rosearthonna? That's a mouthful."

The Doctor shrugged. "Gallifreyan," she answered. "Can I ask, why was I put in a battlefield?"

"That's the Doctor's natural habitat, isn't it?" Jenny said, her lips curling in a cynical smile. "He brings chaos, destruction and death everywhere he goes. That's what they say, anyway."

The Doctor's heart sank. Even if this was the real Jenny, she'd been turned against the Doctor already. It had taken so much to teach her that the pre-programmed habits and thoughts in her brain were not the only way of thinking. Now it seemed she'd reverted back again.

"That's not true," the Doctor said gently. "They have it wrong. The Doctor goes out to help people in the chaos and destruction. It will happen whether or not...he is there. He does his best to stop wars, not start them."

Jenny shrugged carelessly.

"Is there not a sun for this planet?" she asked.

"Oh, we're not actually on the planet," Jenny explained. "From what I can tell, we're on the planet's moon. The whole moon has been turned into the zoo. Unfortunately, we're on the side that never receives any sunlight."

"Strange..." the Doctor murmured. "It's as if we're living in a perpetual Eclipse. Hang on, did you say the whole moon is the zoo?"

"Yes."

"How big is this moon? Do you know where we are in the universe?"

"I don't know. When I was taken from my ship I wasn't anywhere near here. I've never seen constellations like these before. I don't have all the right equipment in the lab, but from what I've been able to determine it's about 1,000 miles in diameter and it's mass is around 6x1024."

"That's the size of earth's moon with the gravity of earth itself," the Doctor mused. "Those numbers..."

"They don't add up," Jenny finished for her. "I know. Something's wrong here."

An explosion shook the ground violently.

"No kidding!" the Doctor cried, alarmed.

"That's normal," Jenny said calmly. "That would be the result of the third and final specimen in our sector," she said sourly, her voice mocking that of a zookeeper. "The unkillable, immortal Boe, tortured and killed on a regular basis, all for your entertainment!"

"Boe?" the Doctor said, shocked yet again. Jack. They must be killing him just to watch him come back to life! "Jenny," the Doctor asked. "Have they ever tortured you?"

"Depends on your definition of torture. They only torture the regular exhibits," she said angrily. "Boe they try to kill, but for me they only experiment."

The Doctor felt a surge of maternal instinct. Whoever these Pandlorians were, she would make them pay for holding her daughter prisoner. "I expect they've brought me to watch me regenerate."

"No," Jenny said. "They want your TARDIS. They want to go back in time so they can collect specimens from all over time and space for their zoo."

"Oh, no," the Doctor realized, panic rising. "They'll torture Ryan, Yaz, and Graham to get to me...I've got to get out of here."

"Good luck with that," Jenny said. "I've been stuck in here for six years."

AN: I know that was an information overload but I wanted to jump right in with this story! I've wanted Jenny to come back for a looong time now. I figured 13 would be the perfect Doctor to do it! More chapters coming soon!