Author's Note: So this is my first time posting on Fanfiction/ writing about Doctor Who. Hopefully it won't be too terrible.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters. If I did, the Daleks wouldn't have looked like Power Rangers!
The Girl Who Waited
"I'll be right back."
"People always say that."
"Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor."
The Doctor smiled one last time before hopping back into the blue box. He glanced at Amelia one last time with a look that made Amelia forget any doubts that the Doctor wouldn't return. Joy flashed in his eyes as he flung himself in the box.
"Geronimo!" he cried, followed by a rather loud splash. Amelia laughed, thinking of the swimming pool in the library. The doors of the blue box crashed shut; the light atop it flashed, and the box seemed to dissolve out of existence. From it rose the oddest, most wonderful noise. Grinning madly, she watched the Doctor's blue box depart into the night air.
As soon as it was gone, Amelia immediately took off running to her house, and raced up the stairs. Upon arriving in her room, she dove under her bed, grabbing a yellow and red suitcase. Excitement thrilled through her as she thought of all the adventures she and her new, mad friend would have. Opening the suitcase, Amelia quickly decided what to take. In flew a few extra sets of clothes from her dresser. Next, she bounded across the hall to snatch her toothbrush out of the bathroom. Finally, she made room for her favorite teddy bear. Only the important things were to be brought on such an adventure. Amelia hastily snapped her suitcase shut and headed back outside, stopping once to put on her coat, red striped hat, and purple mittens. Returning back to the site of her now destroyed shed, she threw down her suitcase and planted herself on top, using it as a seat.
Five minutes, he had said. Five minutes, he had promised. Amelia could wait five minutes.
Five minutes turned into ten, then twenty, then an hour. Amelia kept waiting alertly; he would come back, he swore he would. Eventually, though, she fell asleep. The blue box and the Doctor weaved their way into her dreams, whirring around in the sky, crashing back down into Amelia's lawn. Its strange, yet appealing, sound echoed in her mind the entire night.
The next morning Amelia woke to find herself tucked gently into bed. In one corner of the room, on her desk, she noted an unpacked suitcase. She bolted up, the memories of the previous night flooding back. She instantly jumped out of her bed and scurried to the window. The Doctor may not have abandoned her. Maybe five minutes was just a gross underestimation. Hope flared up in Amelia as she reached the window. Looking out eagerly, she scanned the front of the house for the amazing blue box. Her face fell right away. A knot of disappointment formed in her stomach. There was no blue box waiting for Amelia on the lawn, just a haphazard pile of shed remains and patches of grass slightly shorter than the rest due to the box's fall.
Crestfallen, Amelia trudged down the stair to the kitchen. There her aunt, Sharon, was fully into her morning routine; the morning paper and coffee with breakfast. Glancing up from her paper, Aunt Sharon smiled warmly at her niece.
"Good morning sleepyhead." She greeted Amelia affectionately.
"Hi." Amelia couldn't reply with her usual full enthusiasm. She flopped down on a chair across from her aunt, obviously upset.
Aunt Sharon's eyebrows furrowed, "What is it, sweetheart? Did something happen last night?"
Amelia remained silent, staring straight ahead at place on the wall where the paint had begun to fade. Inside she was bursting to tell her aunt about the Doctor, but she was hesitant. Would her aunt believe her?
"Did you have another nightmare about that crack in your wall? I knew I shouldn't've have gone out so late, but you always are so good at taking care of yourself." sighed Aunt Sharon.
"No, I didn't have another nightmare." Amelia finally answered reluctantly. That was true; last night had been the first night in a week where the crack hadn't crawled its way into her dream world. "And something did happen last night."
"What?"
"This man called the Doctor appeared in our lawn." She began slowly. "He had a big blue box that said police. He was so strange!" Amelia giggled. "He said he was hungry but he just kept spitting out food! And his clothes were all torn up!"
Aunt Sharon played along, laughing as well, "What else did this silly man do?"
"Well he came upstairs and looked at the crack in my wall. He said it wasn't in the wall but in all of time!" she continued animatedly. "He told me he'd fix it. And then he jumped back in his box and it disappeared! But before that he promised he'd be back and I could go with him!"
"So that's why you were waiting outside." Aunt Sharon exclaimed after making the connection. "Your friend sounds like quite a lot of fun."
"Oh he is. I hope he comes back soon." Amelia sighed, her mind returning to the dread she felt a few minutes ago.
Aunt Sharon reached for her and rubbed Amelia's arm, "I'm sure he will. Just use your imagination."
"That won't be nearly as fun as if the Doctor were actually here!" countered Amelia. The vehemence in her reply shocked Sharon; Amelia never had any imaginary friends, much less one she would get so worked up about. What would cause her to act like this? Sharon must stop this before it started, before it lost control.
"Amelia," Aunt Sharon started hesitantly, "you know this Doctor isn't real, right? No man with a blue box was here last night. It's not possible."
"Aunt Sharon, he was!" Amelia insisted. "I swear!"
"I know you think he was, Amelia, but it was just your imagination." Sharon continued gingerly.
"It wasn't!"
Aunt Sharon turned from cautious to stern, "Amelia, there's no such thing as the Doctor!"
Amelia shoved out of her chair, as if trying to gain some higher ground. "YES THERE IS!" her voice seemed to echo throughout the room, loud and unrelenting. She would not give up on her Doctor. Amelia stood quietly, waiting for her aunt to say something; anger rolled off of her towards Sharon. A long, heavy silence settled upon the kitchen.
"This has gone too far." Aunt Sharon finally responded tersely, "Go to your room. Now."
Turning on one heel, Amelia exited the room as fast as possible. She felt only slightly guilty for going against her aunt; she loved her, but Amelia had to stand up for the Doctor. She walked up the stairway, making somewhat more noise than necessary. Once she reached the second-floor landing, five more words rang out, "He'll come back! You'll see!" With that, Amelia strode into her room and slammed the door shut so forcefully, the sound vibrated around the entire house. Making a beeline to the emptied suitcase, she launched into refilling it with the crucial possessions she would need as soon as the Doctor returned. It didn't take long to find the items; while Sharon may have unpacked her things, she hadn't thought to put them back in their places. After stuffing everything into the suitcase, Amelia leaned it against the wall beside her door so she could grab it quickly.
Amelia was actually grateful to be sent to her room as the day progressed. The entire punishment she spent at her desk, drawing pictures of the Doctor in his torn, shredded clothes and his magnificent blue box. Each bore the title of "The Raggedy Doctor". During the day not five minutes passed where Amelia glanced once to the window or strained her ears for the brilliant noise the box made. But, as the sun sank under the horizon, so did any faith she had of the Doctor showing up again that day. By the time Aunt Sharon came to tuck Amelia in, all her hope vanished.
"I hope you learned your lesson." Sharon said, kissing her on forehead. The lights flickered off as her aunt left. Amelia had learned a lesson: Don't trust people. They'll never do what they say. A single tear glided down her cheek before she broke. Curling up into a ball, Amelia wept and wept for hours.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped." announced the crack in her wall. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."
Amelia's sobs intensified.
The Doctor promised he'd fix it; he'd never do that now.
He lied.
A/N: So sad for little Amelia! Okay, so I might've been a bit….melodramatic. Aunt Sharon may be a bit OOC but we don't really get to see her so how should I know what she acts like!
The next chapter will probably be about Amelia's first visit to a physiatrist. Yay, biting!
Review, please!
(Oh, and random side note: I noticed it was really hard to type Amelia when I first started to write it. I guess I'm too used to normal Amy Pond! )