Note: So, this is my attempt at a Doctor Who fanfic. The story itself will concentrate on the 11th Doctor and Amelia Pond. It is a love story, but Amy will be torn between Rory and the Doctor. Set at the very beginning of the series, before anything has happened.
Prologue
The air was cold but the night sky was filled with stars. The young girl sat on top of the worn brown leather suitcase, used only for unexpected journeys; used only for nights like these. Her breath turned to smoke almost as soon as it had escaped her lungs. She sat very still and very patiently, barely concentrating on the time that passed; the seconds that turned into minutes that would very soon become hours. But the young girl did not stir. In her mind she could still clearly visualise the strange dark blue box that had somehow succeeded in countering time itself. And, of course, the raggedy man who had disappeared inside of it.
As the sky above began to lighten, the girl's chest became heavy with the dull ache of broken promises and shattered dreams. Ten minutes, he had told her. And he had not returned.
All her life she had never known freedom. She had lived in the little house with her aunt for as long as she could remember and had consequently known nothing of the rest of the world. And this man, the strange man who wore a bow-tie and a smile tinted with amusement, had given her hope. Promised escape. She had never been a girl to believe in fairytales. The dreams of fantasy and escapism were drained down the plughole when her parents died. But that was before; before she had witnessed a man falling from the sky in nothing more than an tattered police box, with peeling dark blue paint and a distorted blur of amber lights.
In the early hours of the morning, when the sunlight began to filter through the trees, she finally arose from where she had sat patiently all night. She did not take the suitcase with her, simply left it where it lay amongst a pile of fallen leaves. She walked silently across the path and into the house, closing the door behind her, and ascended the stairs to her bedroom where she fell into a dreamless sleep.
She had given up. She knew that she would never explore the solar system, see the stars or discover new planets. She knew that she would never see the raggedy man again; despite his promise, he would never come back.
For a moment, just one moment, the whole world had lit up.
But now it lay in darkness once again.