So this is something I thought I'd try, I've got a pretty good idea of where I want the storyline to go and I know there are a million Doctor's Daughter stories out there, so give this one a shot, I'll be updating soon!

Falling. Why was I falling? Oh that's right, because I'm always falling. It seems like everywhere I go I fall, I fall and he catches me. But not this time. That's part of not being a little kid anymore, when you fall it's your own fault. The world is a cruel place and no one's coming to save you. He is the Doctor, and the Doctor is my father. Well, not anymore.

He was never what you'd call a normal dad, but then again I was never what you'd call a normal kid. I grew up in the highest security prison in the universe under the care of a woman I called Katia. She was kind to me and I liked her, but she also wasn't my mother. I had only realized when she was gone how much grief I'd given her. But she'd never given up on me no matter how many temper tantrums I threw about wanting parents that couldn't be there for me in the way parents should.

My parents are both time travelers. The Doctor of course is a Timelord, he travels through time and space in a time machine called the Tardis disguised as a blue telephone box saving people's lives like a man from a superhero comic. My mother was serving twelve consecutive life sentences for killing him, but that's a long a story. My dad would come and rescue us and take us on adventures in his box. I spent my entire childhood waiting for his visits, waiting for a chance to save the universe with him. They didn't come as often as I would have liked.

As I got older, the world seemed to get scarier. Katia died when I was eleven and with no one to look after me anymore, I'd started looking after myself. I had my mother's vortex manipulator meant for emergencies, but I all but stole it, going on my own adventures. I wasn't a normal kid, I didn't need adults to look after me. The world taught me more than my parents ever did and though I loved them, I came to see that they had no idea what they were doing when it came to me. Especially my mother who'd give me anything I wanted to keep me happy. That sounds good but when you think about it all it had taught me was she didn't know what to do with me. I had always been more of the parent with her, though I had inherited her recklessness and disregard for any and all rules. I missed her.

My mom was dead, I'd lost her. We always traveled on different times streams, all three of us did, so I wasn't sure if she was dead in my time or not. But it didn't matter, in my mind she was gone, therefore I couldn't see her again. She'd sacrificed herself to save my dad, the way I always knew she'd die. If my parents had done one thing right with me, it was showing me how much you could love another person. With my mom gone, I'd traveled with my dad for a while, something I'd never done. One psychopath per Tardis. But we'd needed each other. We dealt with grief in the same way, not dealing with it. But him and I alone was never a good idea, we were bad for each other. Maybe it was because we were so much alike. But then we'd found Clara and made a family and I Could almost forget the people in my life I had lost. Almost.

Timelord's live a long time, in fact, they don't die at all. They regenerate and when they regenerate, they become someone else. That was my last memory as I was falling, the blind regeneration energy in the Tardis, and then nothing. Like the floor had opened up under me and taken me away from the only two people I had left in the world. Well, one now. My dad was as dead as my mother. Whoever he'd become, it wasn't him anymore. And so I fell from the sky with no way to stop myself and no one to catch me. And the worst part was, I didn't care. What did I have left to live for, my family was dead. My mom, my dad, my grandparents, the woman who'd raised me. Now even the Tardis was abandoning me. I was just the girl who fell from the sky.