A:N/ Okay so I made up a sort of mansion type place. Based it in England, so I know its probably not a real place. Also this is my first attempt at writing Doctor Who fanfiction. I am going to be rating it M, for future chapters. It is set after Flesh and Stone! I got the idea for this story on the bus listening to Michael Jackson's (Rest His Soul) Thriller! I hope you enjoy it. Review and let me know what you think I will reply to all reviews when I get the time. Rating it M, just to be on the safe side, possibly for later chapters.

1890 – Cherry Grove Manor – Dorset.

It was a warm day, in late January, when Annie Parker lost her life to the Scarlett Fever. It was a long and gruelling battle. There were times when she almost pulled through, yet never did. Her husband remained by her side at all times. He refused to let her give up and constantly informed her that she would pull through it. That she had to pull through it, if not only for his sake but their two children. His hand was clasped into hers, as he sat in the chair by her bedside. It was only when he nodded off to sleep for a few moments that she quietly slipped away.

Charles Parker had to face not only telling his children, Robert and Elizabeth about their mother's death but deal with the funeral that occurred just a few days after. It was in that day that he resorted to devoting his life to his two children. Fear gripped him, he seemed convinced that he would lose them one day. He kept them close to him at all times, which the two children seemed grateful for.

It was almost six months before any of the three Parker's were seen again. Charles stepped out the house to get in some food supplies. Many people had greeted him and asked him how he was coping, how the children were and whether things were going to be getting back to normal soon. For they all missed hearing the laughter of his two children as they ran about the streets happily playing together. Charles always replied with the same answer.

"Things are slowly getting back to normal. The three of us are fine. It is just something we have to cope with, you will be seeing more and more of us in the passing months. Fear not, my friends"

Only that was not to happen for when he returned back home he was greeted by his daughter crying bitterly by the fireside, dropping his bags to the floor he rushed to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her closely to him.

"What ever is the matter, my Lizzie?" he asked her, his voice was filled with much concern.

"Robert is gone. He said that mum had called for him to come and join her in Heaven. He left just a few moments ago, throwing himself down the stairs. I tried to stop him, daddy, really I did. But he just wouldn't listen. He said that mum would call for me soon as well. I don't want to die. Don't let her take me please"

Charles pulled his daughter in closer to him and held her tightly in his arms. "I won't I promise. We have to get away from this house. Far away where she can't find you. You are all I have left in this world and I am not about to lose you" for now Charles was starting to believe that there was something going on this house, like Annie had never left and wouldn't rest until she had her children with her.

That night, the two remaining Parker's left the place they had lived all their lives and moved away. No one ever saw them again. None of their friends, no one. Yet to this day there are shouts heard from the house. Many people believe its Annie and Robert Parker searching and calling for the remaining members of the now, most likely, deceased family.

Amy Pond, was taking this free time that she had to explore the TARDIS. The Doctor was messing around with the gadgets under the console and Amy had long given up trying to talk to him. She got the strangest feeling that he was avoiding her. After she had kissed him he had not spoken a word to her, well once they had entered the TARDIS he hadn't. She walked through a long corridor, it seemed never ending. Finally a doorway was open to her, she peered around the side and found herself back into the Console Room. How was that even possible? There was only one explanation for it; she had been going around in circles. She sighed and rested against the console and folded her arms. Looking down at the Doctor.

The truth was that the Doctor had been thinking about nothing but that kiss. He wasn't sure why he couldn't get it off his mind. A feeling had gone screaming through him as her lips pressed up against his. A feeling he had only ever felt once in his life before, only one person had made him feel it. Rose Tyler! He wasn't even doing anything with the TARDIS, just making it look like that to Amy. He had to clear his head. Finally he felt brave enough to face her again. He climbed up to the main room and flashed her a small grin.

"Lets see where we end up then." The Doctor said to Amy with a warm smile on his face.

It seemed to the ginger haired woman that he had finally put aside what had happened and was... well he was... Amy wasn't exactly sure. Yet things didn't seem to be awkward between then now. Obviously the Doctor had just needed a few moments alone, something Amy didn't really blame him for, after all she had sort of just pounced on him and taken him completly by surprise.

"Just as long as it's amazing. I don't do boring, Doctor. Boring is way beneath you and me" Amy said with a laugh as she bounded around the Console to his side.

The Doctor flashed her a warm and rather wobbly grin, "You are starting to sound far to much like me, Miss Pond. Maybe I am a bad influence on you maybe you could do with some time..." yet the Doctor didn't get a chance to finish what he was going to say, for the TARDIS gave a huge jolt, sending both the Doctor and his petit ginger haired companion flying towards the floor.

It took him just a few moments to recover from the impact of whacking his head off something. He jumped to his feet, as if nothing had happened. Racing back over to the console, desperate to see what had caused the TARDIS's idiotic behaviour. He stared at the screen, though it didn't seem to tell him anything. The Doctor's face was filled with nothing but confusion, only one thing was clear to him. They had randomly changed course, without warning. But why? There were no distress signals, nothing pulling them towards any form of trouble. In fact there seemed to be nothing at all wrong. According to the details, it was South England 1990. He continued to stare at the blank screen, as if by some miracle it would tell him something, anything. Yet to no avail, his fingers drummed on the Console. He seemed to have forgotten that Amy had been thrown to the floor as well as him.

"Doctor!" Amy's voice came from behind him and it was that alone that made him snap out of whatever trance like thing he was in, well more like out of the growing obsession that had come over him of watching the screen on the Console He turned his back to the screen to look at her. No being able to pull his eyes away from the fantastic curves of her body and those long slim legs of hers. He shook his head slightly and closed his eyes for a few moments. He couldn't think about her like that. She was Amy Pond. Beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous. Amy Pond. Amy Pond, who was getting married in the morning. Well technically it wasn't the morning anymore. Yet the point still stood. He shouldn't fantasise in his head about kissing her and touching her in the places one never normally exposed to the prying eye.

"Doctor!" the red head repeated again, as she placed one of her hands onto his shoulder. "Are you alright? You seem a little distant. What was that?" she questioned him, stepping closer to him. The young red head couldn't help feeling a little worried about him. She had never known him to be in a daydream and completly unreachable through words.

Feeling the touch of her hand upon his shoulder made the Doctor jump slightly, he opened his eyes and looked at Amy, who was still stood right up next to him. The Timelord took a staggered step backwards and rapidly searched his brain for anything remotely sensible and convincing to explain himself. "Yeah. I m fine. I think. Just hitting my head made me feel a little weird, that is all. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all. I'm not distant am I? I am not being distant. Never am distant. Like I said just a tad bit funny from hitting my head."

He abruptly turned, ever so quickly startling Amy a little and causing her to take a step back. She rolled her eyes at him, he certainly hadn't changed since the moment she met him. He still rambled on and never answered half the questions he was asked in the first place. She folded her arms and simply stared at him. "You haven't answered me, Doctor! What was that? What happened to the TARDIS?" Amy tried once again to get the answer she was after.

Only the Doctor had other things on his mind and didn't seem to be listening to her. His attention had once again turned to TARDIS console and with the pulling of one lever towards him and flicking another one away from him he bolted towards the doors. He glanced back at Amy. "Change in the time circulation, changed course and jolted. What are you standing there for? You coming?" with those words he stepped outside to inspect the place the TARDIS had deemed more important than another planet, that would be so much more interesting than Earth!

Having no idea what the Doctor was going on about the red head ran towards the doors and stepped out. It was always exciting to know where they had ended up. As she stepped out the Doctor seemed to be no where in sight. Amy looked around her, yet she still couldn't see him. He couldn't be that far away, surely. After all she had left the TARDIS mere seconds after him. "DOCTOR!" she called out to him, only hoping that he would hear her. Her voice was slightly panic stricken. What if something had caught him the moment he had left. No that couldn't have happened, could it?

Her suspicions and fear were almost instantly lost when she saw his hand waving from somewhere, apparently where there was a hill or something. She rushed over and crouched down next to the Doctor, who had a rather strange shaped rock in his hand and seemed to be examining it. "What is it? Is there something weird about it. I mean is it alien or some other species" if there was one thing that Amy had learnt from travelling with the Doctor then it was that there were so many different species out there and at least half of them were far from alien, yet at the same time they were far from human as well.

As Amy reached his side, crouched down and spoke to him the Doctor dropped the rock to the ground and simply turned his head to grin at her. "Nope, just thought it was an interesting shape" standing upright again he held out his hand to his companion to help her up. "Now let us see what is going on around here that made the TARDIS think it better to bring me and you here rather than some fantastic planet named Romarommama"

Amy never bothered asking him to say the name of it again as she took hold of his hand and allowed him to haul her upwards to her feet. "Does she need a reason?" Amy asked as they started to walk down the road, neither of them really realising that they were still hand in hand, their fingers entwined together.

"It's a ship! It is neither male or female." The Doctor replied to the young red headed woman

"I know. I know. But you call her a she. Besides I can call her a she is I want to" came her reply.

"Yes, I suppose you can. It's not going to do any harm" after a few moments of walking in silence the Doctor spoke once again. "I do not call the TARDIS a she. Do I?"

A rather childlike smile spread onto Amy's face. It was so fun winding the Doctor up, he was just so easy to annoy at times. Yet as long as you were playful about it you could never be i the wrong. Amy had discovered that much.

"Oh yes you do. Don't try and deny it. You call her a she whenever you mention her." Amy laughed. "You call her a she just the other day in fact. About oh three or four times in the space of a few minutes"

A soft glare from the Doctor met her hazel eyes, he felt a shiver run down his spine and a strange feeling in his stomach. Rather like butterflies having a game of golf right in the pit of it. He wasn't sure he liked this new found feeling. "Alright! Alright! No need to rub it in, Pond" he said, a very small hint of laughter crept into his voice.

A/N: I would like to point out one thing. I did proof read this a least 4 times, though knowing my luck there will still be some mistakes in it. So I really won't be offended if you point them out to me, hopefully I will be able to change them. Just don't be horrible about it all please. Red, review, enjoy.