Hi everyone! I'm ArdeaSpark and this is the first ever chapter of my first ever fanfiction! I'm a little nervous here, so please, pretty please, be kind. And this is dedicated to two wonderful friends of mine who always listen to my ideas and don't say that I'm crazy, even though I am. Aragornevenstar4eva is one of them, the other doesn't have a profile on this site...yet...

Summary: Edmund would have frozen to death in the White Witch's dungeon if it wasn't for the strange man wearing a bow tie who waltzed out of a blue police box.

Disclaimer:I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia or Doctor Who. This would have happened if I did.

Chapter One

He was cold. So cold he didn't really feel it anymore, just a need to sleep. Something at the back of his mind told him that sleeping was a bad idea, that he might not wake up again, but his body ignored that as his eyes drifted shut and his body slumped to the floor.

Maybe it would be better that way, Edmund mused. When the White Witch came back for him he would probably be dragged out into a cold, frosted world to help track his siblings, willingly or not. And if he managed to escape he would be hated, he knew it. Mr Tumnus had hated him, Edmund had seen it in the faun's eyes the moment that the Witch told him how Edmund had turned him in for nothing more than sweets. Other Narnians would hate him and despise him, as the faun had, and he doubted his siblings would ever truly be able to forgive him.

So maybe it would be better if he just slipped away right then and there. No one would have to worry about him afterwards.

Edmund gave in, letting his eyes close and his mind slip to into darkness. His last thoughts were about the odd whirring noise he could faintly hear.

Had Edmund been able to keep his eyes open a moment longer he would have seen the bright blue police box begin to materialize. He may have assumed he was going mad and hallucinating, but he would have seen it.

He would also have heard voices as three people sprinted out of it, on the opposite side from him.

The Doctor burst out of the TARDIS first, his bow tie askew and smoke trailing behind him. He managed to stop himself before running into the iron bars of the dungeon door.

Amy and Rory swiftly followed him, hacking up their lungs and smoke stinging their eyes. Amy managed to squint at their surroundings as the Doctor kicked open a panel at the side of the TARDIS, and began pulling out several wires.

"Are we in a dungeon?" she asked, staring at the iced-over iron bars.

"Yes," replied the Doctor, without glancing up.

"In a castle made of ice?"

"It would appear so."

Amy glanced down at her clothes: a leather jacket, figure hugging shirt and shorts.

"You could've warned me!" she grumbled.

"How? I had no idea we'd land here," responded the Timelord. "Rory! Could you hold this?"

Rory looked uncertainly at the cable the Doctor was holding out to him. The plug released bright blue sparks every few seconds.

"Is that safe?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, perfectly safe. Nothing will happen; no injuries can be caused by holding this cable."

Rory took the cable.

"Of course if you touch the plug that's another matter entirely."

Rory carefully held the plug away from him. Amy wondered around the dungeon. Her eyes widened as she reached the back of the TARDIS. After a very quick rerouting, the Doctor snatched the cable back of Rory, plugged it in and closed the panel.

"There," he announced. "All done. Shouldn't have a problem now."

"DOCTER! RORY!"

"There's no need to shout, we're in the same room!"

Speeding round the corner of the TARDIS, the Doctor and Rory found Amy crouched on the floor, pulling a small, dark haired boy into her lap. His clothes resembled those worn during the Second World War: a knitted jumper, shorts, knee length woollen socks and brogues. His skin was a deathly pale, and his lips were turning blue. The shackles clamped around both ankles made it very clear he had been deliberately left there.

"He's so cold," Amy whimpered, big eyes moving between the two men.

Rory moved forward first, reaching a hand out to find a pulse. When he found one, he let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. The pulse was weak, but the child wasn't beyond hope yet.

"Severe hypothermia," Rory explained without really needing too. "We've got to get him out of here."

A buzzing noise indicated the Doctor using his sonic screwdriver to open the shackles. Rory unzipped his jacket, pulling the boy to his warm body and desperately trying to rub heat back into the boys frozen hands.

A whirring noise filled the air. The Doctor leapt up.

"WHAT! The engines have started by themselves again!" he yelled. "Come on if you don't want to be left behind!"

They all sprinted back in to the TARDIS; Rory was still carrying the boy. As quickly as it had appeared, the TARDIS dematerialized, leaving one world for millions more.

Shortly afterwards, Ginarrbrik stepped into the dungeon, cursing when he saw it was empty. He decided to get someone else to tell the White Witch that the prisoner had escaped.

Well, there it is. Please would you click that nice little button down there and tell me what you thought of it? *Tries (and most likely fails) to do the puppy-eyes trick.*