Hi, so this is my first Doctor Who fanfiction that I've published. I've done a some other stories, but it's been like a year since I've posted anything. I usually try to finish a story before posting, so I've been working on this story for a while. I'm only about halfway done as of now But I decided it was time.

Okay, so here are the basic disclaimers. I do not own Doctor Who. It belongs to people who are much more clever than me. If you recognize people, places, or things, they do not belong to me. I do quote the show because they are fixed points in her life and also probably some of the majors ones. This disclaimer applies to the entire story.

Like most people, I don't remember much from my early childhood. At least, not the first one. I know I was alone most of the time, or thought I was. Despite being isolated, I was taught one thing. He was the enemy, the perfect warrior. His name alone could turn armies around, because if you faced his wrath then you would face Hell. He had destroyed worlds on a whim and killed those who fought against his will. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and never apologized. He tore families apart and left those who trusted him behind without so much as a goodbye, assuming that he didn't kill them. The greatest civilizations had joined together to defeat him by trapping him in a prison impossible to escape that sparked a legend that spread through the cosmos, and he got out anyway.

And I was the perfect weapon against this man. I would be the one to kill him.

I only remember learning who two other people were when I was young. The first was my mother. I barely knew her in that body, but I had pictures, lots of them. Many were of her holding me as a baby. She was beautiful, and it wasn't until I was about five that I found out what happened to her. To me, I suddenly just seemed to know, but I think they told me. She and my father had joined forces with the great warrior, and would die because of it. I would never meet them because they would die before I could.

I grew up in an abandoned foster care home in the 1960's, despite being born in a different time and place. The man who watched over me was mad, always muttering to himself, and the second person I knew. I later learned that he had been a normal man once, but because I was there, he went crazy. I always thought I was on my own, but I wasn't, not really. No, I had an entire group watching me group up and teaching me about the warrior, but most of them were memory-proof. They were part a group known as the Silence. But too much exposure to these creatures made the human mind go mad. I don't remember having any friends in those first few years, so it was just me and Mr. Renfrew, the crazy man. It was livable, then again, I didn't know any different. I basically had to take care of myself.

But then whoever was watching over me placed me into a space suite one day. It was uncomfortable, like something was probing into me and it hurt. I just wanted out. I was scared and felt weak, so I called someone I thought could help me. The most powerful man in the world at the time. I called him a lot. When he asked me where I was I told him the three street names that were outside of the window. Of course, he was as clueless as to who I was as to what to do, but he brought the great warrior to help him find me.

I went to find this soldier, hoping I could stop him now, and never have to deal with this again. It was simply in my young eyes. He was the bad guy and I could help the good guys win by shooting by him. Oh, how naïve I was. I didn't get a chance to though, instead I was shot at. By my mother. She was protecting the man I had been taught was evil. And what shocked me was that he was angry at her for shooting me. I assumed that this would be the last time I saw her. After all, I had been brainwashed by the Silence to believe that if people didn't do what he wanted them to do, he would kill them. So, I ran and cried that I could possibly be the reason for my mother's death.

Imagine how surprised I was when three months later I found my mother in my room. She was scared and confused as she looked at the pictures of us together when I was a baby. I will never forget the look she gave me as she asked, "Who are you? I don't understand, so just tell me who you are." I was so stunned she was alive that I just stared at her, trying to figure out how she had survived. She continued speaking, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shoot you. I'm glad I missed. But you killed the Doctor. Or you're going to kill him. But who are you? Just please tell me, because I don't understand."

That was when I realized my own mother did not know me. We weren't meeting in the right order, something that would continue throughout my life. My entire life up until that point, I thought that if I met my mother, she would recognize me instantly. I wanted to cling to her and ask for her to take care of me, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't let her see how much this was hurting me. But maybe she could at least help me get out of the suite.

"Please help me. Help me. Please."

I'm not sure why or how I remember what happen next. Maybe it was because I wanted to remember the first conversation I had with my mother. Maybe I had been exposed to the creatures too much so I began to remember them, at least while I was in my first body, though I was more resistant than others. But for whatever reason, I know it was the first time I saw the creatures that had been controlling my entire life.

Two of them came in after me. My mother's eyes widened and she screamed when they entered and one placed their creepy hand on the shoulder of my suite. I turned a saw those black eyes and oddly shaped head. I immediately ran to my mother, like any child would. She might not have known I was, but she held me tight, despite me being in the suite and knowing I would one day kill her best friend.

"What do you want?" she spat at them.

"You."

"Me? Why do you want me?"

"You hold the child," they answered. I just held to her tighter, and buried my head into her shoulder.

"Yeah, I do. And unless you have a really good reason, you aren't getting her."

"We do not want her now. We need her, though."

"Well, you can't have her."

"We need her to defeat him."

"This girl is the one who kills the Doctor?"

"I have a name," I said quietly.

My mother looked at me, "You do. What is it?"

"Melody."

I saw her fight a reaction. "That's one of my best friends' names."

"You will come with us, Amelia Pond," the Silence cut in.

"I will not."

Suddenly more of them entered. Three of them came over and lifted me off of my mother. I was surprised when she actually tried to hold on to me. I knew she was on the Doctor's side, so the idea that she knew I wanted to kill him and she still protected me overwhelmed me. I fought as hard as I could to escape, but the three of them were too strong for me. Then two more went over and picked my mother up.

"Let go of me!" she shouted at them.

"No, you hold the child," the answered calmly.

"What are you talking about? You have her!"

"I'm scared," I told her.

"You can fight this, Melody. You're strong; you can fight against them!" At my mother's words I began to fight as hard as I could. I could feel the suite that had entrapped me for months begin to brake as I fought to get out, so I could help her.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted at them, as I continued to fight. I watched as they tried to drag her out, and how much of a fight my mother fought. "You said you wanted me!"

"You are already in our control."

"But she was holding me! I'm the child!"

"Yes, but we must acquire you first."

"Acquire her? What do you mean?—Oh my God." My mother stopped fighting against her captures to look at me and then her stomach. She seemed to understand who I am, and now was in complete shock. Unfortunately, the Silence took advantage of her lack of movement, and dragged her out of the room.

"Mother!" I yelled, and began to fight harder than I thought possible. But I wasn't getting anywhere. They continued to try to control which made me struggle more. When I couldn't see her anymore, I lost it. I began to scream, punch and kick.

They restrained me though, and actually took me behind the house that I had lived in my entire life and stuck me in a car. I had those aliens on either side of me and one driving us as went. It was a tight fit considering I was still stuck in that damned spacesuit, even if I was next to the skinniest aliens in the universe. I spent the entire ride crying, finally being tired from struggling. I didn't know what to think, since these things had just kidnapped my mother. If I hadn't known that she knew the Doctor, then I would have blamed him. But instead, she travelled with him, and did not know what these things were. And for all I knew, they would kill her for the baby that I once was, just to have a weapon against the Doctor. If that man didn't exist, then I would have a family, instead though I was alone with those ugly creatures.

We stopped in front of a warehouse. And I was forced out. They took me inside. There were lots of boxes throughout the room, but it was still very dark. Unlike most young girls who would have been scared, I wanted to go explore. But with that suit, it wasn't going to happen. The aliens turned to me, "Wait here."

I've never been one for following rules, in any form. I began to pull on the spacesuit with all my strength and rage from watching them take my mother. Next thing I knew was out of the suit. I realized for the first time, that without the suit, I could get away and they couldn't stop me. I could always come back later and look around, after they left. But as I stood there, I heard someone come in. I thought it was the spacemen. I hid behind a wall and listened as they moved throughout the warehouse. I couldn't help but steal a few glances at who it was. At first I saw a woman with light, curly hair with a tan complexion. She was tall and looked like the older than her friend. He was thin and had big nose with dark red hair.

"How is this going to help her?" the man asked. He must have really cared about whoever he was asking about, because he sounded extremely worried.

"Calm down. She will be fine," the woman told him.

"River, she's-"

"I know. But this is what needs to happen."

I began to contemplating going out and asking these people for help, but then another voice entered the conversation.

"We will find her," the new voice said, and I knew exactly who it was. It was the Doctor. He was with these people.

"Doctor," the woman said suddenly. "Look at this. It's a spacesuit."

"Like the one the girl was wearing?"

"It looks like the exact one," she answered. "It's an exoskeleton. Basically, life support. There are about twenty different kinds of alien tech in here."

"Who was she? Why was she put in here?" the Doctor asked.

"You put this on, you don't even need to eat. The suit processes sunlight directly. It's got built in weaponry, and a communications system that can hack into anything," the woman explained. I wondered how she could tell all of that from just looking.

"Including the telephone network?"

"Easily."

"But why phone the President?"

"It defaults to the highest authority it can find. The little girl gets frightened, the most powerful man on Earth gets a phone call. The night terrors with a hotline to the White House." I was more and more surprised at the knowledge this woman had. She must be very good at her job.

Apparently the Doctor began doing something with an envelope, because the woman said, "You won't learn anything from that envelope, you know."

"Purchased on earth. Perfectly ordinary stationery. TARDIS blue. Summoned by a stranger who won't even show his face. That's a first for me. How about you?"

"Our lives run backwards and forwards. Your future's my past. Your firsts are my last." I stole another glance at that woman. She seemed to be the Doctor's equal. I wondered if she would help me. She would know if I ever killed the Doctor and maybe could help me.

"That's not really what I asked," the Doctor told her.

"Ask something else, then," she told him pointedly. He somehow had irritated her.

"What are the Silence doing raising a child?" he asked.

I paused at the question. Why were those things keeping me close? What made me so special to them?

Again, the woman seemed to have an answer. "Keeping her safe, even giving her independence."

I thought about it. I was mostly on my own and knew I was the only I could depend myself. In some ways though, the woman was right about them keeping me safe. It was odd how much the woman seemed to know about my situation.

"The only way to save Amy is to work out what the Silence are doing." The Doctor said suddenly, and my ears perked up. He was trying to save my mother?

"I know," the other man said.

"And every single thing we learn about them brings us a step closer."

"Yeah, Doctor, I get it. I know," he repeated, clearly not happy. The Doctor's friends did not seem happy with him.

"Of course, it's possible she's not just any little girl," the Doctor said suddenly, and I realize her was referring to me. I knew I was special; it was something I had always just known.

"Well, I'd say she's human, going by the life support software," the woman told him.

"But?"

"She climbed out of this suit. Like she forced her way out. She must be incredibly strong," she commented. I had not realized that my strength was that big of deal, but I thought about it and it was true.

"Incredibly strong and running away," the Doctor commented. "I like her."

I quietly scoffed at the irony. The man I hated thought he'd like me.

"We should try to find her," the woman replied.

"Yes, I know, but how? Anyway, I have this strange feeling she is going to find us."

I heard the television in the background before the man who wasn't the Doctor spoke. "Why does it look like a NASA spacesuit?"

"Because that's what the Silence do. Think about it. They don't make anything themselves. They don't have to. They get other life forms to do it for them."

"So, they're parasites, then."

"Super parasites," the Doctor exclaimed, "standing in the shadows of human history since the very beginning. We know they can influence human behavior anyway they want. If they've been doing that on a global scale for a thousand years…"

"Then what?" the other one asked.

"Then why did the human race suddenly decide to go to the Moon? Because the Silence needed a spacesuit."

It hit me then that the only reason the Silence had given humans the idea of space travel, so they could give me that constricting suit. I wasn't sure how to take it, but I knew that the Doctor could not find me like he wanted to. I was not ready to kill him yet, like I thought I was three months ago; and I did not want to face him until I was. So I snuck out of the building and ran.

For the first week, I considered going back to the abandoned home with Mr. Renfrew, but I knew that the Silence would find me there. I didn't want to go back with them; they had done something to my mother, and I thought I would never see her again. The Doctor was an evil man who killed people and needed to be put down by me, but he wasn't the one to take my mother right in front of my eyes. I needed to get away from Florida. So, I snuck on a bus and let it take me anywhere. It chose New York City.

So, I lived on the streets, since I had nothing else. I started another pattern that would last through all of my regenerations, too. I started running from the police. It was originally because I didn't want to go back into the foster care system. They would find me again. But after a few days, I needed food; so I stole some. When it got cold, I needed a coat. I ended up living in an abandoned warehouse, but it was on the other side of town. I spent the first three weeks exploring, but after a while, that got old. So, I began exploring New York more and more. It got to the point though, that I didn't always return home. I still kept to myself, since I didn't know who trust.

When it got to be November, I started to feel different. I had always been resilient, but now I was get very tired, very fast. I don't know how, but I knew I was dying. At the same time, it wasn't the end either. One night I was exploring, and I knew it was time. I didn't know what was going to happen. I remember someone asking me if I was okay, but after that it was a blur. When every cell in your body is changing its DNA, it's painful. I only remember feeling one type of pain worse than regeneration, and that was from a broken heart. But more about that later. Because I was no longer that seven year old girl with a round face and light brown hair.

No, now I looked to be about four years old with long red hair and a thin face. I was in my second body.

Okay, so I'm going to post like once a week if I can. If I finish then it will more will be posted more often, but that's a long time coming. I promise that this is the only body that I only spend one chapter on.