Hi! This is my first Doctor Who Story! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own DR who or any of the characters (except Star). All credit goes to the BBC.

The Child Named Star

Prologue

River Song walked along the dark, quiet, street, clutching the bundle to her chest. She didn't want to give away her child, but she had to. It was for the best. She couldn't keep her baby. A prison wasn't a place to raise a child. If she was even allowed to keep a child there. Would it be taken away? Or even killed?

It was the year 1998, 8th of January. River had been there for the past eight months, after asking the Doctor to take her there. He had wondered why of course, but didn't question it. River would have a good reason. The Doctor would be meeting her soon. She'd told him to come and collect her, two weeks after she had expected her child to have arrived.

The Doctor didn't know about the child of course. One day, perhaps he would find out. But for now, it was best if he didn't.

The child was of course the Doctor's. As if River would let it be anyone else's. River wouldn't tell the Doctor unless she had to, and then maybe the child would one day meet the Doctor. The universe always seems to make things fall into place.

River came to the orphanage. It was a big building, where lovely woman cared for unwanted children. River knew her child would have a good life. Even though, the child may never know who they truly are, it may be better that way.

River looked up into the sky. Now why had she done that? Perhaps to remember every detail of this moment. The sky was full of stars. It was the first starry night of the year.

River, bent down to the doorstep and crouched. She kissed the baby's forehead.

"I love you," She whispered.

River looked at her daughter, for possibly the last time. The baby girl was asleep. Her small blue eyes closed from the big, dangerous world. Perhaps she was dreaming? Her little hands curled up, clutching something invisible, or something imagined. Maybe, it was because she wanted to keep on to her Mother. Maybe she didn't want to go? Could infants of the Time Lord race, remember them being a baby? River couldn't.

River put the baby down and was glad she wasn't awake. She might of made noise and alerted people. No one could see River. After all, she'd be in a different time soon.

Carefully, River tucked an envelope into the blanket.

Tears fell down her face, as she turned around and left, not to come back.

5 Years Later

"Here you are my child," Catherine said, kindly, holding out an envelope to the five year old girl.

The little girl took the letter from her social worker.

"What is it?" The five year old asked.

"It's a letter, from your Mother. She left it with you when she left you on the doorstep," Catherine explained.

The little girl studied the envelope closely. It was old, tattered, yet the words 'To My Child' were still illegible. The envelope was open. Of course it would be. The social workers and carers would have to read it before the child.

The girl was more intelligent, then most people her age. She could read and write and knew most of her times tables. The other children called her a freak for it. The girl didn't care. She knew she didn't belong in the orphanage. She belonged out with the stars, free to go wherever she pleased, see whatever she wanted. Sometimes, it was like this girl didn;t belong in our universe. She was to different and free spirited. She was a free spirit. Her mind roamed wherever she wanted, and she didn't care what the others thought.

The girl took out the letter and read it in her head.

Dear My Child,

You may rip this letter up, you may treasure it with all your heart. Whichever you do, read it first before you choose what to do with it.

I understand that you must be mad at me for abandoning you. I am incredibly sorry. I am so sorry that I can not put in to words. One day, hopefully, you'll understand. Maybe one day, our paths will cross and we may be reunited. If we never do, then you need to know, I love you more then words can say. I wanted to keep you, but for your own safety that I didn't keep you.

If one day, we meet, I will explain everything. If not, then I apologise.

I will think of you every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year and for all those years that will follow. You my child, shall always be on my mind. Just remember this, you are special. You are unique. You are the most beautiful person in the universe and all the other universes. You are the most important person who has ever existed and who ever will exist.

I love you.

Your Mother xx

P.S. If you ever miss me, just look up into the night sky and maybe, just maybe, I'll be looking up there too.

Catherine watched the tears roll down the little girls face. As she suspected, the girl darted over to the window and looked at the night sky. It was a windy night. The wind blew through the girls curly, light, brown, hair and tousled it about, but the girl did not seem to mind. Tears ran down her face from her baby, blue, eyes.

Catherine left the girl to be alone for a while.

"Can you here me, Mum?" The little girl asked the night sky," Are you looking up at the stars? Mum, I'm not mad, I understand you love me. I understand you want me. Maybe one day, you will find me. Maybe not. Your letter didn't explain much about you, but I'd like to know more about you. I suppose you want to know about me."

The girl took a deep breath, then said to the stars, like she was speaking to an audience," My name is Star. I am five years old. People think I'm strange and a freak because I like to talk to the stars. One day, when I'm older I want to travel to the stars and see what there is to see. I wonder about the night sky, is it as beautiful as it looks from here? Or is it even more beautiful? One day maybe I'll find out. One day, maybe I'll find you Mum."

And Star was right. One day, she would see the stars. One day, she would see her Mother again.

I hope you liked it! I really enjoyed writing it! Please review! Criticism welcome!

Peace out! Dandelion Oak xx