[A/N: This fic will have four chapters and has already been written, with whump to come later.

The extra part of The Eleventh Hour, which we didn't see.
Right before The Doctor appears in Amy's garden once more and tells her;

"Sorry about running off earlier! Brand new TARDIS, bit exciting! Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in",

because I don't beleive it was simply a trip to 'The Moon'.
Rule #1: The Doctor Lies. He obviously had been into the Time Vortex. Why else would he have been two more years late?

The Fic is called 'The Zeroth Hour' or 'The 0th Hour', however that word should be spelt.
Zeroth is a word okay, because I say so.
Actually, it might be a word.
Well, I don't know. Is it a word?

Anyway, onwards! ]

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..

With a step through the Atraxi's blue holographic projection of his previous incarnation, the Time Lord fully confronted the alien threat.
"Hello, I'm The Doctor", he said, clad in his new attire. He let that sentence just sink in for a small while, for his audience's benefit, as well as his own, before finishing, "Basically, run".
The ship that buzzed over the three people, stood on the roof of the hospital built up its electrical charge, humming and roaring, as it fled far off into the distance, as if it were a dog with its tail between its legs.

Over all the loud noise and his own smugness, The Doctor is quickly distracted by an awful feeling just over his ribs. Reaching, he tries to stifle the unpleasant feeling from its source.
Amy lets out a loud disbelieving laugh of triumph, but is still watching the sky, expectantly.
The Doctor felt a sudden burning heat over the left side of chest and at the same time hears the noise of the TARDIS engines. Reaching into the pocket of his borrowed jacket, he pulls out the source of the disturbance, holding it out, in the palm of his hand. It's the TARDIS key.

Rory feels a trifle like a coat hanger at present, with all of The Doctor's unwanted clothes slung over one arm. On top of that, he is at a loss of words, fumbling for something, anything to say, but can't quite find his words in all his nervous hesitation and bewilderment.
A million questions are buzzing around Amy Pond's head all at once. It's just been that sort of day.
"Is that it?" she asks. "Is that them gone for good? Who were they?"
When The Doctor voices no reply, both nurse and kiss-o-gram turn to face him. But The Doctor is already gone.


Racing back to Amy Pond's garden, where a brand new TARDIS is waiting for him. He comes to a stop in front of the time machine and takes a deep breath.
"Okay", he breathes, eyes darting wildly, savouring the moment as he takes in the exterior shell and the fresh coat of paint his machine boasted, as well as the newly acquired symbol for St. John Ambulance.

Then, instead of simply standing there with his bow-tie askew, curiosity finally gets the better of him and he is keen to get inside. The Doctor took one last deep breath to prepare him, before hastily producing the small key. After plunging it into the lock he gives the door an energetic push open.

He has barely stepped inside, before he is stopped in his tracks, awestruck, with his mouth agape. The TARDIS greets him with a contented hum and The Doctor is bathed in the warm orange light of his home.
"Look at you", are his first words to his rebuilt TARDIS. His eyeballs scan further and his whole face lights up with the most childish of grins. He is so very happy.
The very light that filled this TARDIS was no longer dark and cold like the previous interior. No, this was warm and bright, but also familiar. His face changed to one of realisation. It was the same light he recalled from so long ago, back on Gallifrey. Of course, it is the TARDIS that is his true home now and it was almost as if his sentient ship was reflecting that. "Oh, you sexy thing", he continued, the massive grin returning. "Look at you!" he repeatedly exclaimed once more, before hesitating no longer and propelling himself forwardly within, to test his 'sexy thing' out.

Amy and Rory only arrived on the scene in time to hear the click of a door shutting and witness the bright flashes of light and feel the sharp gusts of air, as the TARDIS de-materialises, leaving them both behind. The same sound that had haunted Amy's childhood echoed in her ears. Once again she was left behind, waiting.

[A/N: Okay, so this bit was probably nothing you didn't already know, but its just the beginning, to set the scene and all.

Getting to the plot with the next chapters and perhaps more importantly, the whump.

Any thoughts, comments, passing remarks? Leave a review. Ta! x ]