Who Am I?
Summary: Miriam Campbell never knew her parents- they vanished when she was tiny. Now she is 12 and a strange man with a blue box arrives- and he's looking for her.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Doctor Who. Never have, probably never will. Happy now? cries
A/N I re-read this and realised how ridiculous some parts were, so I decided to edit the whole thing. Enjoy!
Miriam Campbell had never really known her parents. When she was one- they had disappeared and they'd never come back. All she had of them was a diary. She tried reading it, but it seemed to be mostly made-up stories- after all, who could go back to the Aztecs and have friend mistaken for a Goddess? Or go to a primitive planet and give them fire? And what on earth was Gallifrey anyway? And where had the idea for these creatures called Daleks and the Time War come from? The entry with the Time War had been the last- there was no more writing after it.
She had decided that her mother, although a traveller, had also written stories in her spare time. It didn't worry her. After all, lots of people wrote stories. She herself had written a couple- though they weren't half as good as her mother's. She had written them as if she had actually been there when it was all happening.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you…" Miriam opened her eyes to see the other inhabitants of the orphanage dormitory gathered round her bunk. All were smiling and a few held presents.
She sat bolt upright, grabbed the nearest present and started tearing off the paper. The other girls laughed, not unkindly, and handed her the rest. Miriam grinned as she ripped off the last piece of Bubblegum paper to reveal a history book.
"Thanks Grace!" Miriam had always, inexplicably, had a fascination with history. And a few other things too- like technology. She was fairly good at P.E too- she could run faster than most at school and still not get tired at the end. This had often confused the school nurse, but she let it be.
"Wonder if there'll be anything about Van Statten in there?" she mused hopefully. The way an entire alien museum had fallen at the hands of two aliens amazed her. She read about it at every possible opportunity. But it wasn't just the improbability of it. One of the aliens had been humanoid. Called the Doctor, he intrigued her. The descriptions of him that could be deciphered (Earth had changed alphabet to conform with universal standards about ten years ago) were fascinating.
The Doctor sat in the TARDIS control room, looking up at the console every now and again.
He didn't really know where he was going, and to be honest he didn't care. Since the Time War, he hadn't really cared about anything. Who could when they kept hearing the screams of their family and friends dying? Or the harsh, unforgiving cries of EXTERMINATE! Every Dalek blast had killed a Time Lord, Lady or Child. Not even the babies had been spared.
He sighed, guilt weighing him down once more as the painful fact once again resurfaced- he was no better. After all, it was he who had pressed the button as it were- it was him who had wiped out not only the Daleks but also the few Gallifreyan survivors as well. Including his family.
His granddaughter had been fighting beside him for a while. During a very rare lull, she had told him how life on Earth had been getting on. She and David had seemed to be doing very well- living quite happily and rebuilding Earth after the Dalek takeover. They had got a house and had settled down with a… daughter! And she had gone on to say how she had regretted leaving her behind in the orphanage but there had been no other choice.
If she hadn't been in the Time War- there was hope she was still alive. He leapt up and entered the right co-ordinates. Excitement coursed through him as he wondered how old she would be when the TARDIS landed. Perhaps still a baby. Perhaps not. Just have to wait and see.
With the biggest grin he had ever had since long before the Time War, the Doctor waited impatiently for landing.
Miriam sat bolt upright in bed, sweating like she was in a sauna. The dream that had plagued her sleep for weeks on end had once again interrupted her slumber. This time however, it had been different. She had heard the screams and the metallic yells as usual, but this time it was different. Because this time, the suffering of the people had ended. She shuddered at the memory- the planet had been destroyed.
As she snuggled down again, an odd feeling of excitement surged through her. She wondered where it had come from, as she was feeling anything but excited now. Due to the millions of thoughts spinning round her head, it took a while for the twelve year old to get to sleep.
Miriam was late for breakfast that morning, earning her a scolding from the Matron. She hung her head and waited for it to be over, tiredness and previous experience of such outbursts preventing her from doing much else. When the Matron had finished, Miriam walked over to the serving area and grabbed a few slices of burnt toast. She didn't eat it though.
She didn't pay much attention in lessons either. Almost all her teachers noticed. Some snapped with their voices, some with their fingers before her face and one teacher's temper snapped, landing Miriam in detention. And then she got in even more trouble for not turning up.
As if she cared. Behind her glazed eyes, thoughts raced around- almost like a mad crowd of people, each trying to get in the top spot. And each stubbornly refusing to be sorted.
Why on earth had she sensed that excitement just after that terrible vision? And just what had the vision been of? She shook her head, trying to clear it. Failing miserably, she sighed and resigned herself to puzzled attempts to make sense of everything that had happened that night.
Meanwhile, the Doctor watched the TARDIS console intently. A readout suddenly scrolled down the panel he had been looking at- telling him to initiate landing procedure. With a grin, he raced around the huge room to begin. "Great-granddaughter, here I come!".
After the TARDIS landed, he was about to race outside, but stopped and thought for a moment. "Calm down Doctor, she's never in a million years going to believe that you're her great- granddad." Scowling, he turned back to consider this latest problem. In his first or third incarnations, it might have worked. But now!
He looked himself over. To a human, him being a great-grandfather to anyone was laughable. He looked no older than forty, at a slight push. Although he knew better, his great-granddaughter probably wouldn't. He turned toward the console. "Any ideas?"
A weird grating, rasping noise jerked Miriam out of her daydream. She ran over to the window. The noise seemed to be coming from a nearby alleyway. She smiled. It wouldn't be too hard to get there.