Doctor Who Fanfic Chapter 1

Doctor, you're late.
Very, very late.
As I wait here in the alley, for you and your type 40 TARDIS to materialise, I feel my anger building. I do miss you incredibly, don't get me wrong. But I'm kinda in a rush here. I'd say I'm in a rush, considering there are thugs rampant in the alley. And I have no weapons apart from a simple handgun with no bullets. I'm good and thoroughly scared. Then I hear the familiar whirring, and all the stupid apes are so scared they run away. Finally. He's here. I run to the TARDIS and knock softly on the door. "Doctor!" I say, smiling quietly as he opens the door, "Happy birthday." "I'm sorry, who are you?" he says. I frown, confused.
"You don't remember? 1881. The Daleks. I helped you in exchange for you letting me travel with you."
"I-Illiad? Of the Shadow Proclamation?"
"Yes. And you've regenerated. I barely recognise-- GAH!"
I am smothered by his hug.
"Little Illie! Hello, how are you?"
"Hello, Doctor. I'm still alive. I can see that's the same with you."
"Yeah. Good. Alive is good. I'd like you to meet my friends, Amy and Rory, and Melody."
"Well, where's Rose?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I see..."
A woman pops out from the TARDIS, she has brilliant ginger hair and bright green eyes, accompanied by a tall man holding a little girl who looks an awful lot like him.
"Where are we now, Doctor?" says the woman, "And who's this?"
"Oh, you mean Illiad?" says the Doctor, "She's the youngest Time Lord, and one of my close friends."