This is something that went through my mind a few days back, so I thought 'I know! Why not write a story?'

Sorry if it sucks, wrote it at 11:00 pm, posting it at 11:00 pm.

One-Shot

I don't own Doctor Who.

Maybe you think I'm being slightly dramatic when it comes to… Jenny.

Maybe I'm being a little self-loving, selfish and truthfully not a very nice person… as this time.

But I didn't tell anybody about my side of the story, about why I don't want Jenny around. Don't get me wrong, I love her, I do… so, so much. But she needs to leave before I crack.

Badly.

Why?

-Flashback-

"Daddy! Daddy! Look how high I can go!" Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs, leaping off the swing she was sitting on.

"Wonderful Darling" I replied, looking at my daughter with such love and affection, I loved her so much, she was my girl, my miracle.

She giggled and I carried her in to my wife.

-End Flashback-

That was one of the few days that I heard her laugh after that, under the red sky of Gallifrey, under the Dome that keeps us alive.

Then the war started, and I was forced to join as a front line troop.

-Flashback-

"Dad!" Lucy yelled as the roof started to tumble on top of her, her and my wife.

"LUCY!" I yelled, trying to run to her, not my little girl, please, just not her. Not her…

She screamed as the roof fell completely and my wife was crushed, under all the rubble.

"No! No, No, No!" I yelled, digging my way through, my hearts were burning and my lungs hurt from dust in the air, dust I was breathing in, dust made out my shattered home.

A redness was seeping out through the rubble from where my wife's body lay. She was unlucky, she didn't have any regenerations, it was rare but possible for a Time Lord not to . I wasn't giving up on my Daughter, not for me and not for my wife.

-End Flashback-

I couldn't help but feel everything rush back to me, all the feelings from the day, the death and my life going to waste.

-Flashback-

I pulled her out through the rubble, hugging her to my chest. She was to young. Way to young. Only 14. A Time Lord only gained regenerations when they came of age. She wasn't of age. If she died, she died.

"Dad" She whispered, looking into my eyes and letting them shut slowly "I love you."

I cried.

-End Flashback-

When I look at her I scream inside. I cry and I shout. No… this wasn't my daughter, but she was so close.

"Are you OK Dad?" Jenny asked, looking at me as I had stopped walking.

I slowly nodded my head and set of after her.

My little girl…

-Flashback-

That was it. Gallifrey was gone, my family was gone… but I wasn't.

To much pain.

All I did was cry for days, I got old and I wrinkled. But I sat in my TARDIS, the one I had taken after my daughter had died.

To much pain.

-End Flashback-

I've had my daughter die in my arms once. Now, it's happening again. More Pain.

I just wanted to forget.

Was that so hard?

Yes, It was.

What did you think? I know it wasn't great, but do you think it works?

Lucy is the first name I thought of. Blame Owl.

Please Review and/or PM me.

- Cat