Prologue
Amelia Pond fixed her psychiatrist with a death glare, and answered her question in a way that would make most people clear their throats nervously and change the subject.
'He is real and he's coming to get me.'
However, to Amelia's disappointment, the doctor didn't even flinch, and continued to look the nine-years-old, then turning away and sighed.
'Before your Doctor left, he promised that he will be back?'
Amelia nodded vigorously.
'And how long did he ask you to wait?'
Amelia closed her eyes to hide her eye-roll, here comes the question again. But while her eyes were shut, the memory of the Doctor's promise to her resurfaced, and it hurt her to know that he broke it.
'Amelia?'
Amelia made her eye-roll visible this time,
'Five minutes,' She said venomously, and before the psychiatrist could say more, she carried on, 'But he was in trouble, with his box, so maybe he's been busy and couldn't get back.'
The psychiatrist nodded patiently,
'But you've also mentioned that the box is a time machine, so if he was busy, he could've finished what he was doing, then came back to pick you up.'
If anything, the cold logic just wounded Amelia more, and she became ready to do what she did to the last psychiatrist who made her upset.
As Amelia darted forward aiming for the doctor's bare arm, a swirl of wind blew around the room, rustling the paperwork, then a mechanical whirring sound was heard.
Amelia, now standing in the middle of the room, covered her ears and eagerly looked around, her heart pounded as she recognised this materialisation.
The next thing Amelia knew, she was standing in the middle of the TARDIS.
A/N: More to come soon, very soon. I'm on holiday and it would be too hot to go outside for the next two days.