The Time War, a brutal massacre of both Time Lords and Daleks. And the Doctor had ended it.

Not a day passed where he didn't feel the weight of those dead children on his shoulders, and he often wondered if that feeling would ever fade. Though, there were days he was able to forget (rather, push the thought to the back of his head). Those were the days in which he spent with you, his child. He was able to save you after he'd used The Moment, taking you in the TARDIS and running. The only other being to have survived to his knowledge. The only other Time Lord in existence. You were his pride and joy, one of the only things that kept him sane. He loved you with all of his hearts.

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You were fast asleep in your room, something that Time Lords rarely did, but you hadn't slept in a few weeks, meaning you were due for a rest.

One of the reasons you weren't fond of sleep, though, were the relentless nightmares. It was torture. Every time you were finally getting that much needed REM, you'd be thrust back into the battle of Arcadia, running for your life as explosions sounded and fires raged around you. You couldn't find your father. Smoke invaded your lungs and your ears rung as you fell to your knees, grasping the ground in a desperate attempt to bring yourself back to reality. You shut your eyes tightly, your fathers voice ringing out.

"Darling," you could hear him calling. He sounded stressed, yet his voice soft and caring. "Wake up, it's just a nightmare."

You stirred, drenched in sweat to see your father sitting beside you on your bed. You went for his arms immediately as he wrapped you in a hug. "It's all over now." He comforted, holding you close. "What was it about, love?" He asked.