*Author's note*

Wow been SOOOOOOOOO LONG since I did a Doctor who platonic fic, well here you get yet another one. This time the Doctor in this fic is the 10th Doctor so David Tennant fans scream!!! Okay so this request from my tumblr has been sitting in my phone for OVER A YEAR NOW and now I FINALLY GOT IT DONE!!! Okay so this fic takes place right after the episode Journey's end so to those new WHOVIANS out there who haven't gotten that far in the series SPOILERS!!!!!! So there's some angst but fluff mixed in. Hope you all enjoy this fic and until the next DW fic which should hopefully be out sometime next week.

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Things have been—tough. The Daleks, one of my daddy's biggest enemies nearly had us and almost succeeded in destroying all of life and matter as we know it. But thanks to some fast thinking and with the help of a clone of my dad, we managed to stop Davros as well as the rest of the Daleks.

But honestly that was the easy part. The hardest was saying goodbye to all of our friends. Rose and her mum went back to the parallel world with the meta-human clone of my daddy, Captain Jack took Martha and Mickey off on another adventure, Sarah Jane (an old friend of my dad's long before I was born) went back home, and Donna—oh poor, poor Donna.

Daddy said that in order to help stop the Daleks, Donna, who had touched the severed hand of my dad when he first became this new version of himself, gained so much knowledge of the Timelords and of our home that it could overwhelm her brain and eventually kill her. So my dad had to absorb all memory of Timelord knowledge, including all the times she spent with us.

After taking her back home, daddy told her father that it was too dangerous for her to remember anything. If there was a glimpse of her recovering her memories, she would die. So my dad and I left her and her family and he never went back.

Since that day, almost seven months later, he still carries that guilt. And what's worse is that he hasn't been the same. He doesn't smile as much as he used to before. I think out of everything that I love about my daddy, it's his smile that always made me feel happy and safe.

I stepped out of my room to see him where he usually was, standing at the controls with that dazed but intense look on his face. I looked down at paper butterfly and cautiously walked towards my dad. It's always a touch and go of how he'll react whenever he's in that deep haze. One time he actually shouted at me and I was scared to even go near him for an entire week till he apologized to me with some Turkish delights.

"Daddy." I said softly. "Umm...uhh daddy?" he snapped out of his daze and looked down at me.

"Oh (Y/n). Sorry I was just—I was just trying to find....nothing. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"Well I—finished my paper butterfly and I-wanted to give it to you." I held it out to him and he looked down at me. He knelt down and took the butterfly from my hands and I saw his eyes grow soft.

"It's beautiful love. Thank you." he gently ruffled my hair and placed my butterfly right along the controls. It didn't work.

I had hoped that my paper butterfly would get him to smile. He always smiled whenever I made him little trinkets of my own design, or beautiful art projects that I've seen on Earth. I thought that by doing an art project, he'd smile again but it didn't work.

I was currently in my room reading some books written back in the 20th century. I've always found that time period to be rather splendid. It was a simpler time (if you don't count the 2 World wars, the Great depression, and every war after that. You know why must humans always start wars?)

Anyways, the start of the 20th century is always my favorite place. It's quiet, tranquil, and peaceful. A nice place, especially out in the countryside. People can have picnics, host carnivals, and yeah the grown men partake in Foxhunt but I think it's a barbaric sport and yet they call it tradition.

Maybe if—maybe if we stayed there for a while, daddy could get better and smile once again. I think the more time we stay in the TARDIS and just keep going through space and time, the more unhappy daddy's gonna get, like I said he always gets lost in his head and the more bad things that happen around him, the more he keeps it bottled up inside and the more sadder he gets.

The only question now was this—how was I gonna get there? I don't know how to drive the TARDIS cause daddy always told me to keep my grabby little paws off of it. Oh wait that's it! I raced over to my drawer and pulled out the middle one and dug through it till I found what I was looking for.

A special teleportation watch gifted to me by Uncle Jack when my dad was in his previous form (just shortly after we first met him). I placed the watch on my wrist and I set the time and date that I wanted to go to. Once the coordinates were typed in, I pressed the center of the watch and I disappeared from my room and went to go set up my surprise for daddy.

*10th Doctor's POV*

I was fiddling around with the controls when I turned and looked up at my daughter's butterfly. For months now she's been making these little trinkets and art projects for me, and I really haven't been fair to her. A lot has happened to us, especially with what happened to Donna, and I hate to admit this to myself but I've been neglecting my little butterfly.

Maybe she would like it if I took her to see her favorite constellation, or maybe Barcelona (she always did like Barcelona). Oh! No wait! The Music of the Spheres! Yes brilliant! She and I could use some music in our life, the sound of the universe singing to us.

"Hey (Y/n)! Can you come out here for a second?" I called out to her. No response. Okay I know it usually takes her a bit of time to come down from her room but usually she'd be right here by now. "(Y/n)? (Y/n) I said can you come here please?" bah she must be listening to that loud music again, that lass I tell you what.

I left the console room and headed on over to her room and saw that her door was shut which was surprising cause she usually keeps her door open. I knocked on it and said.

"Poppet, are you okay? You're not—upset or anything are you?" I still didn't hear anything from her. "Look I—I know we've been through a lot the past several months, and I have no excuse for not speaking to you. I'm sorry. So—can you please open the door so we can talk?" still nothing.

Alright I know she has a right to be upset but she can't give me the silent treatment forever. I opened up the door and snapped.

"Alright little madam you listen here I—" it was then I saw that she wasn't in her room. "(Y/n)?" I looked around her room to see if she was hiding in her closet again (she always takes every advantage to jump out and scare me) but when I saw that she wasn't there, that's when I began to get worried.

As I left her room and began to look all around the TARDIS from the backroom pool, to the library I still couldn't find her.

"C'mon poppet don't do this to me." I searched high and low, near and far and every crack in between but she still wasn't around. "No, no, no, no, no love don't do this to me! (Y/n)!"

I raced back towards the console and went over to the computer monitor and I quickly typed in her lifeform energy. Since she was the only Timelord in existence (well next to me), I knew that she could be pinpoint at any time in any era she might be in. I only hope that I can get to her before—no! NO DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!! You WON'T lose her like you lost Donna!

"C'mon you blasted thing LOAD!!!" I screamed at the computer before finally I got a hit. London, England 1908. Of course, she always said the start of the 20th century was her favorite time period. I punched in the coordinates and flipped the switch and soon the TARDIS started back up and I was sailing back in time over 100 years into the past.

Once I arrived, I peeked out of the TARDIS and found myself adjacent to a large park. It was pretty peaceful, families were out and about doing their normal human interactions. I shut the doors to the TARDIS and I quickly raced over to the park and searched for (Y/n).

This was where her last known readings were at. At this exact spot so where could that little troublemaker be at? I walked up to a couple and said.

"Hi sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you have found a little girl around 5 years old with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes? She's my daughter and she's wondered off again."

"No sorry. We haven't seen any little girls fitting that description." Said the man as he and his wife continued on their walk. I then found another couple who seemed a more upper-class couple due to the diamond necklace around the woman's neck.

"Excuse me could you both please help me I'm looking for my daughter have either of you......"

"We don't have time to look for lost children, that's what the servants are for." Said the man.

"And who loses their child anyway? Such irresponsibility." The woman snide. I looked at them offendedly and said.

"At least I don't dump my child on anyone else! I'm surprised that people like you could even have children." They looked at me appalled before huffing and walking away from me.

I grunted and adjusted my jacket trying to compose myself when a small Cockney accent said.

"You said you were looking for (Y/n)?" I turned around and there was a young ginger haired boy with freckles speckled all over his face. His bright blue eyes staring up at me and he wore a paper boy's uniform.

"Yeah that's my daughter's name. Do you know where she is?"

"Course I do Gov. Just got done talking with her before I started my work sir. She's right by the lake."

"The Lake! Oh thank you lad. Thank you so much."

"No problem, good luck governor." I raced off towards the lake and when I got there, I soon saw my daughter sitting right by the lake surrounded by flowers and in her lap it looked like she was in the process of making a flower crown.

The important thing was that she was safe, but that little missy is sooo going to get it now.

I trudged my way towards her and exclaimed.

"(Y/n)!" she stopped her work and turned around. Her big (e/c) eyes staring up at me and a smile spread across her face. She stood up and ran towards me and hugged around my legs.

"Daddy you came!"

"Yes I did." I knelt down and began to check to see if she was hurt or worst case scenario been replaced by a Graske. "Are you hurt?"

"No I'm perfectly fine."

"Answer me this then. Who was the first companion that we had together?"

"Rose Tyler." Okay this was my baby girl. I immediately hugged her and whispered to her as I rest my head on top of hers.

"I thought I had lost you." I then separated from her before scolding her vert sternly, "Do you have any idea how worried I was!? You leave your room with no note! How on earth did you leave the TARDIS without my knowledge?!"

"Uncle Jack's time jump watch." She said nervously as she held out her wrist. I looked down and right there was the time teleport watch that Jack had given her shortly after we met him for the first time in my previous state.

"That figures. Remind me to never let him give you anymore teleportation gifts without my permission." I muttered to myself. "Bottom line is that you left the TARDIS without my permission and had me scared to death! What if something happened to you hmm? Did it ever cross your mind about how that would make me feel!?"

Yes I know my voice was steadily getting angrier and angrier but she should've realized that my one rule for her is to never, ever, ever leave the TARDIS without my permission or knowledge and she broke that rule.

"I—I'm sorry daddy. I just......thought that if I brought you here, you would be happy." My anger quickly vanished and confusion now took its place.

"What?" I asked her.

"Ever since—" she deeply sighed. "After what happened with Donna you never smile anymore. No matter what I've done, I could never get you to smile. Your real smile, the smile that always made me feel loved and protected. I thought that maybe we could—stay here for a while till you were happy again." She looked down with regret.

I rubbed my hand over my face and through my hair before looking back down at her. I cupped my hands over her face and I said to her.

"What would I ever do without you my little butterfly?" she smiled softly.

"So we can stay?" she asked.

"For now." I answered her. She squealed happily and immediately hugged me around my neck repeatedly telling me thank you. I smiled and embraced my baby girl back and kissed the top of her head as I rocked her back and forth.

This little madam truly does have me wrapped around her little finger, and she seems to know it as well. But she was right. Staying in one area made you stop and admire what's around you, and not stay trapped inside your head letting your demons torment you.

We stayed in 1908 for about five months just enjoying each other's company. Going to the park every day, having picnics and tea parties out in the garden of our rented little cottage, and stargazing every night teaching her more about the galaxy and the stars.

For the first time ever, I felt—peaceful, no regrets, no painful reminders of what I had to do to Donna, it was just me and my daughter.