Stars Dance

by noblecrescent

The Doctor knows she's not the most typical companion but she's the one who needs him most. Avalon Reynolds has grown up knowing the Doctor's stories all her life. Although she's troublesome, she has a heart of gold that the Doctor cannot deny. He brings her, Amy Pond & Lena Reynolds into the TARDIS & in doing so he starts setting the seeds for the biggest stories of his lives.

1. The Little Girls of 5 Minutes Ago

Author's Note:

Welcome to this new Doctor Who x OC story of mine! This story will include the entire 5th season plus the Christmas episode. Because this is going to include two OCs there are going to be modifications to the season in order to fit my own story. This will be an eventual OC/11th Doctor pairing story!

OC #1 will look like Rachelle Lefevre - ginger locks and blue eyes!

OC #2 will look like Bella Heathcote - ashy brown hair and blue eyes!

And, just for fun, the song Stars Dance by Selena Gomez will be the theme for this story!

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In a child's bedroom, a young ginger girl and an ashy brunette girl were knelt down beside the only bed in the room. Both were meant to be praying, although the brunette girl didn't think they would be praying to a figment of imagination.

"Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish," the ginger was praying. She missed her third friend, who sat on her bed, rolling her eyes.

"Amelia, I told you, Santa isn't real," the ashy brunette kneeling beside Amelia said, her voice a bit scratchy. "It's just some ploy to get market sells up-"

"Shut up, Lena ," Amelia opened her eyes and gave her friend a small frown. She was sick of this argument because no matter what she said, Lena would still refuse to believe it. "Santa is real."

"Nu-uh," Lena shook her head fast.

"Lena stop that, you're going to get dizzy," the second ginger-haired girl on Amelia's bed ordered. She stopped brushing a barbie doll's hair that she was holding to give Lena a scolding look. "And then you'll have to take your medicine again and Dad and Mum are going to get crossed with me for it."

"Avalon, tell your sister Santa is real," Amelia said. She knew Avalon was much more open-minded than her twin sister was. She believed in everything that wasn't real.

"Of course Santa is real," Avalon mumbled as she brushed the barbie's hair, rolling her icy blue eyes like it should have been logical that this was the truth.

"Avalon, don't do that. Dad says Santa is just a ploy for the hum-"

"Lena, be quiet," Avalon immediately said before her sister said some words Amelia should never know about.

"Sorry," Lena looked down, realizing her mistake.

"Anyways, were doing something important," Amelia reminded, re-taking her praying position, "Santa, I promise it's an emergency. There's a crack in my wall..."

Avalon looked up from the barbie and stared at the wall of Amelia's bedroom where a big, nasty crack was sprawled on. As Amelia continued to pray, Avalon hopped off the bed and went to the wall. There was always so much trouble with the stupid crack on the wall. No one believed Amelia that there were noises on the other side...but Avalon did. She knew it was something alien and despite the fact she told her parents, they didn't do anything to help Amelia. But that was always the way Avalon's family acted - they tried to be human as best as possible to fit in.

"Avalon, you have to stay away from it," Lena said nervously. She was afraid of the crack like Amelia was but her sister was always looking for trouble and going straight for the danger.

Although to Avalon it was more of her trying to see what made things tick. Even then as she walked up to the wall she didn't bother about any calls from her sister warning her of danger. Instead, she tried to dig her finger into the crack, as if it would poke into the other side. She was sure there was another side - but Amelia would probably never guess that on her own.

"Avalon..." Lena called again, more like whispered. She always did that when she became afraid. She wished Amelia would stop praying and help her get Avalon back, but unfortunately it seemed like Amelia was sticking to it.

"Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but... I know it's not, because, at night, there's voices. So please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or..." Amelia stopped when they heard something crashing in the garden.

Avalon immediately spun around as Lena gasped loudly, terrified. All three girls remained silent for a moment, but then Avalon's eyes flickered to the bedroom window and she just couldn't resist.

"Lena, stay here," she ordered and rushed out of the room.

Amelia decided to go and see as well. She hurried to collect some shoes and a jacket. "Back in a moment!" she assured for Lena then ran out.

Lena breathed heavily and stood to her feet, slowly walking up to the bedroom window. She curled her fingers over her sleeves as she looked out. Her eyes widened when she saw a...blue box...

~ 0 ~

Avalon and Amelia ran outside of the house, Amelia wearing a red jacket and matching wellies unlike Avalon who was outside in her pajamas and no shoes. The doors of the TARDIS opened and a rope with a grappling hook was thrown out, latching into a lawn roller. Both girls watched as one hand and another came over the edge of the box followed by the Doctor's head.

"Can I have an apple?" was his first question. "All I can think about - apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new - never had cravings before," he straddled the TARDIS and looked back inside, "Whoa! Look at that!"

"Are you okay?" Amelia asked. She once again missed her friend's reaction to the strange sight.

Avalon's eyes were fixated on the lopsided blue box. There were so many things that ran through her head, but the main one was 'I know him'. Needless to say, she was fascinated in an instant. "That's not the first question to ask," she distractedly said to Amelia before walking towards the Doctor and his box. "Are you the Doctor?" she demanded. For her, she had merely been asking but for the Doctor it was such a sight to see a little girl demanding something from him.

"Now how would you know that?" he asked, expressing bemusement.

"Because I do know," she said with the biggest smile on her face. "You're him, aren't you?"

If the Doctor had been amused before now he was properly entertained. "Yes, I am."

"Why is he soaking wet?" Amelia came to stand beside Avalon, trying to lean and see what was inside the box.

The Doctor swung both his legs to one side and sat properly over the box. "Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up."

"Are you a policeman?" Amelia curiously asked.

"Why?" the Doctor stopped. "Did you call a policeman?"

"No, she called Santa," Avalon replied fast. "But you're better! You can help!"

"Help with what?"

"The crack in my wall," Amelia eyed her friend weirdly, wondering why she was so excited over this strange man.

"What cra...?" the Doctor suddenly gasped and fell to the ground, hand clutching his chest.

"Are you okay!?" Avalon rushed to him, Amelia following in suit.

The Doctor pulled himself to his knees, but still struggled to get himself back on track. This regeneration sure seemed to be a wonky one. "No, I'm fine, it's okay. This is all perfectly norm-" but he stopped against his will and released a golden wisp of regeneration energy.

"What is that?" Avalon blinked with widened eyes.

Amelia, on the other side, felt a bit creeped out for a moment. "Who are you?"

The Doctor raised both his hands that were now glowing with the same colored energy. "I don't know yet. I'm still cooking. Does it scare you?"

"Nothing scares me," Avalon proudly said. "Especially not you!"

"It just looks...weird," Amelia thought the man didn't look quite menacing, at least not the way her aunt described strangers.

"No, no, no," the Doctor shook his head at them both. "I meant the crack in your wall," he nodded to Amelia. "Does it scare you?"

"Yes," Amelia said quietly.

"There's something there, I know it," Avalon was the complete opposite once again. She was excited to know that now they would be able to discover what was really on the other side of the crack. Because that's what the Doctor did, she heard from her family - he helped!

"Well, then, no time to lose," the Doctor sprang into action. "I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander of." But as soon as he strode away, he walked straight into a tree and was knocked backwards onto the ground.

Avalon skipped up to the Doctor and looked down at the man. "If you can be stupid and walk into trees, then how come you tell us not to be stupid?"

"Well, you're a nice one," the Doctor remarked, unable to smile at the girl.

With a smile of her own, she helped him up and brought him to Amelia's house with the help of the latter. As soon as they were inside, Avalon's twin sister, Lena was waiting with fearful eyes by the threshold. When the Doctor saw her, she gasped and pulled back into the hallway.

"Lena!" Avalon went after her, leaving the Doctor with Amelia in the kitchen. "Lena! Lena, it's okay!"

"Avalon, you brought a stranger into Amelia's house!" Lena whispered frantically, her eyes filling with tears. "What if - what if he tries to hurt us-"

Avalon grabbed her sister by the shoulders, laughing a bit. "Lena, no, it's him. It's the Doctor! You remember the story, right?"

Lena made a face for the first couple of seconds. "The...the Doctor?"

"Yes," Avalon nodded her head, letting go of Lena's shoulders. "I don't know how...but he finally showed up again! Isn't that great!?"

Lena's eyes drifted to the kitchen threshold where they could both hear the Doctor shooting down the apple Amelia had apparently given him. "But...but if he's the Doctor, then shouldn't we call Mum and Dad?"

"No!" Avalon's eyes widened. "No! If we do that...then they'll want to talk to him like boring adults do. This is our time, Lena. This is our time to meet him and...and ask him about that day."

"But we can't do that," Lena said quietly. She leaned closer to her sister and whispered her next words. "Amelia doesn't know that we're not fully human."

"Okay," Avalon realized Lena was right and that they would be unable to fully ask the Doctor all of their questions. "But...but we can still talk to him, right? We don't need to call any adults, okay?" Lena gave a small nod of her head. Avalon took her hand and excitedly led her back into the kitchen.

Amelia was in the middle of giving the Doctor a small yogurt. He practically snatched it fro her and ripped off the top. As soon as the yogurt went into his mouth he spit it out to the side. "I hate yogurt," he tasted the remnants of it in his mouth and cringed. "It's just stuff with bits in!"

"You said it was your favorite," Amelia frowned.

"New mouth, new rules," the Doctor excused himself and unceremoniously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Eugh," Lena crinkled her nose. "Mister, do you want a napkin?"

The Doctor laughed for a short minute and doubled over with pain. "Agh!"

"What's wrong with you?" Avalon asked him.

"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't any of you give me decent food!?" was the snappy response.

Avalon frowned suddenly, her eyes narrowing in such a way that it amused the Doctor how quickly she could put on an angry face for a seven year old. "You don't have to be mean. You're not supposed to be! That's not you!"

"Yeah?" the Doctor straightened up. "And just how am I supposed to be, then?"

"Nice!" Avalon tapped her head like it was obvious. "Just because you're hungry doesn't mean you have to be mean."

"Fair enough," the Doctor conceded, but he was almost sure the little girl was keeping something else. She carried herself with an aura of knowledge that apparently Amelia didn't know.

Sometime later, Amelia had begun to fry some bacon. Lena had been nice enough to give the Doctor a towel for his soaky appearance.

"Why are you wet?" she eyed him with a small frown. "Don't you know you can get sick like that? My Mum says the water is bad for you."

"No," Amelia looked over at her friend, "She says it's bad for you. You're the one that's sick, remember?"

Lena nodded. The Doctor eyed the girl and noticed she did look a shade paler than the two gingers. Her voice also sounded much softer.

When Amelia finished with the bacon, she slid the plate to the Doctor on the table and anxiously waited for him to taste it.

Once again, the Doctor had disliked her food. He spit it back on the plate and pushed it away. "Bacon. That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?"

"But that's what you wanted," Avalon said, rather irritated he was being this childish. Not even her little brother was this childish.

"No, I did not want that!"

Amelia tried her luck again, and this time came up with some beans. But just as the previous times, when the Doctor took his first forkful of it, he spit it out. "Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans!"

"Ah!" Avalon waved her hands in exasperation. "You get one more try, mister!"

Amelia provided next some bread and butter.

"Bread and butter. Now you're talking," the Doctor rubbed his hands in anticipation while Amelia spread some butter over the toast. Amelia soon handed him the plate and wished with all her heart that this would be the snack he finally wanted. Because if not, she was pretty sure Avalon would kick him.

"Eugh!" the Doctor crinkled his nose but instead of putting the plate down like the last times, he walked for the backdoor.

"What's he..." Lena watched, confused, until he opened the door and threw the plate out to the garden.

"And stay out!" he shouted just as a cat hissed.

"Hey! That's my cat!" Avalon ran for the door but Lena pulled her back.

"It's not your cat," she corrected Avalon. "You're not supposed to feed it, remember?"

Avalon shrugged her shoulders and returned her attention to the Doctor. "I'm going to kick you if you keep wasting Amelia's food. Pick something already!"

The Doctor went straight for the fridge to find himself the right snack. He went down to the freezer and started pulling some boxes out until he let out a small 'Aha!' and took out a fish fingers box. Then he took out a container of custard.

"Gross," Avalon declared the moment she saw both items.

But, this time, it was the right combination.

Later, the three girls and the Time Lord sat around the table eating respective snacks. While Amelia and Avalon had taken to ice cream, Lena preferred some cut up fruit. The Doctor was the first to finish with his snack, and he did it with style. He picked up the bowl his custard was in and drank the remainder all in one go. When he put his bowl down, he found Avalon, who sat closest to him, staring at him with a funny look on her face.

"You're kinda gross," she remarked with such ease he laughed. It was clear she hadn't grasped the kind, polite manners all humans seemed so strict on. He was happy for that.

"Here," Lena reached for a napkin and handed it to him, gesturing he had a left over custard mustache on his face.

"Do you know how to eat right?" Avalon tilted her head, one hand supporting her cheek. "Or do you just prefer to eat like that?"

"Avalon," Amelia made a gesture for her to quit asking questions like that.

"What?" Avalon blinked, clueless of the meaning behind Amelia's gestures.

"Avalon? Is that your name?" the Doctor called the girl's attention.

"Mhm! Avalon Reynolds!"

"Do you know what your name means?"

"Oh! I do!" she dropped her ice cream spoon and began to explain. "It's part of the Arthurian legend! It's this small island-" she gestured with her hands, "-where King Arthur's sword was made and then later where the King recovered from a battle!"

"You know your stuff," the Doctor blinked, truly impressed with her knowledge.

"I know everything about legends and fairytales," Avalon boasted happily.

"She does," Amelia playfully rolled her eyes.

"Everything?" the Doctor feigned some doubt, even though he knew it was impossible for her to know everything about the topic. But she seemed so passionate about it he didn't want to cut it short.

"Mhm! I love fairytales. Do you like them!?"

"Yes I do," the Doctor nodded. "Do you have a favorite?"

"Sleeping Beauty," groaned the other two girls.

"I love the story!" Avalon agreed. "I've read it a hundred times!"

"Just the modern ones I assume?"

Avalon's smile turned into a confused one. "What do you mean? What else am I supposed to read?"

"Well...you know...there are plenty of other versions..."

"But those are not nice," Avalon crinkled her nose. She was well aware that many of her preferred fairytales had bad origins and she was not interested in ruining her vision of them.

"No, I meant, like the Brothers Grimm? Do you know them?" the Doctor judged by the blank face Avalon had that she did not know anything. "Okay, well, see those are one of the original ones. But actually, they based their version of Sleeping Beauty on the original French version. "La Belle au bois dormant".

Avalon tried to repeat that in one go but proved to be more difficult. "La Belle wa...La Belle au...La Be..." she shook her head, her ginger curls dancing from the movement. "I can't say that!"

"Maybe with some practice you can," the Doctor tapped her nose, making her smile again. "But my advice is go back in time for these classic versions of your fairytales. They're beautiful and they deserve some recognition. I know you'd love them."

Avalon beamed at the suggestion, taking it to heart...not that the Doctor would know until many years later. "Okay! I will! I promise!"

"Great, now we'll have to hear more about the stories," Amelia muttered but heard Lena chuckling.

"And you two?" the Doctor called to them. "What are your names again?"

"Lena," the brunette girl responded softly. "Lena Reynolds."

"Oh...you're..." the Doctor pointed between her and Avalon.

"Twin sisters," went both.

"Fraternal, before you ask," Avalon added after a moment.

"And you?" the Doctor gave a look at Amelia.

"Amelia Pond."

"Ah, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond, like a name in a fairy tale. I can see why you're friends," the Doctor smiled at her and Avalon. "So then, where exactly are we? Scotland?" he gestured to Amelia due to her clear Scottish accent, "Or are we in England?" he then gestured to the two English twins.

"England," the twins responded.

"Rubbish," Amelia muttered.

"So what about your mum and dad, then?" the Doctor once again looked between the girls to find out whose house they were in. "Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."

"I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt," Amelia answered.

"I don't even have an aunt," the Doctor said.

"But you had a friend," Avalon remarked, not that the Doctor understood very well.

"So, your aunt. Where is she?" he asked Amelia.

"She's out."

Now surprised, the Doctor's eyes flickered from one girl to the next. "And she left all three of you alone?"

"We're not scared," Avalon boredly remarked as she dug her spoon into her ice cream. "Besides, she said she would be back soon."

"I can see you're not scared," the Doctor wanted to add 'especially you' but decided against it. "Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you all, just sitting there. So you know what I think?"

"What?" went Lena curiously.

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall."

Avalon snorted, clearly against the idea as well. "I'm not scared," she repeated and stuck her spoon with ice cream into her mouth, giving a casual shrug while the Doctor smiled again.

~ 0 ~

The three girls stood by the doorway while the Doctor examined the long crack on Amelia's bedroom wall. "You've had some cowboys in here. Not actual cowboys, though that can happen."

Amelia tossed an apple in her hand. "I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them." She turned the apple over to reveal a carved smiley face on it.

The Doctor returned and took the apple, giving it a small toss in the air. "She sounds good, your mum. I'll keep it for later."

"Where would you keep it?" he heard Avalon mumble under her breath with full blown disapproval.

He went back to the wall and pulled his sonic screwdriver from his pocket. "This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's a thing - where's the draught coming from?" he ran the sonic along the crack then pulled it away to read the results. "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?"

"Clearly we don't or else we wouldn't have asked," came Avalon's logical response.

"It's a crack," the Doctor began but Avalon once again cut in to make a remark.

"But that we clearly knew."

"Avalon!" Lena scolded, thinking her sister to be rude.

"I'm just saying," Avalon raised her hands. "Clearly we know that it's a crack so why does he have to say it? And of course we didn't know what the crack actually is or we wouldn't have asked him to come into the room and check it himself."

"Yeah, you want to be impressed then, Miss Reynolds?" the Doctor teasingly called.

"Mhm," the girl folded her arms and raised her head, trying to pretend to be far older and serious.

"Okay," the Doctor turned to the wall again and gently ran his fingers along the crack. "Here's something: if you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, 'cos the crack isn't in the wall. It's everywhere. It's everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together...right here in the wall of this bedroom." He turned around to witness the clearly shocked look on Avalon's face.

"Woah..." she whispered.

"Impressed?"

With a wide smile, she nodded her head.

"Sometimes, can you hear…"

"A voice?" Amelia immediately guessed and hoped he would say yes. Often times when she told her aunt, she was cast off as delirious or childish.

"Yes," the Doctor nodded and pressed an ear to the wall. When he heard a slurred, echoing voice, he pulled back and walked to the night stand where a glass of water was placed at. He threw the water to the side and then used it to enhance his hearing on the wall.

Prisoner Zero has escaped.

"Prisoner Zero?" he repeated.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped," Amelia drew on her knowledge. "That's what I heard. What does it mean?"

Prisoner Zero has escaped.

The Doctor took a step backwards from the wall. "It means that, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. Do you know what that means?"

"That it's cool?" Avalon was pretty much excited over the case unlike her sister and friend.

"Well yes, but...you also need a better wall," the Doctor pulled on the desk in his way and moved it to the side. "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or..."

"Or what?" Lena narrowed her eyes a bit suspiciously. It all sounded too easy to fix what seemed like a big problem.

"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

"Aha."

"Everything's going to be fine."

"Liar," Avalon playfully disapproved. "Can you fix the crack, then? For real?"

"I'm going to try right now," the Doctor promised. He faced the wall again and aimed the sonic at the crack. As it activated, the crack began to widen, filling the room with a bright light. Despite it being hard to look at, Avalon made an effort and caught what looked to be like cells on the other side. While the echoing voice grew louder and clearer, the Doctor hurried himself to get the crack to close.

"Ah!" Lena cried when a giant blue eyes peered through the crack. "Avalon!"

But Avalon was fascinated with what she saw. Even Amelia was curious of what exactly they were looking at.

A small ball of light shot through the crack and seemingly struck the Doctor. As he fell back against the bed, the crack sealed right up.

"What just happened!?" Lena fearfully asked, refusing to let go of her sister's hand. "Is it...is it gone!? Is it coming back!? Is it going to hurt us!?"

"Nah," the Doctor got up from his fall and viewed the wall without the crack. "See? Told you it would close. Good as new."

"But that thing..." Avalon's eyes were glued to the wall. "It kept saying something about a prisoner. Is its guard or something?"

"Whatever it was, it sent me a message," the Doctor turned around and pulled out the psychic paper for them to see. "Psychic paper, takes a lovely little message. 'Prisoner Zero has escaped'," he read off. "But why tell us? Unless..."

"Unless what?" Amelia saw the immediate change in the Doctor's face and frowned.

"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know..." the Doctor wasn't quite sure he could stick with that statement and ran out of the room.

"But if he's here, then shouldn't we leave!?" Lena asked after they followed.

"It's difficult," the Doctor blinked rapidly, trying to get his mind to work with him. "Brand-new me, nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing...in the corner..." he slowly turned, "...of my eye." He was interrupted by the sound of a bell clanging from outside.

"What is that?" Avalon came to the window to see what was making the noise.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" the Doctor broke into a run and headed for the stairs.

"You can't run down the stairs!" Lena called out in vain from the rails.

"He's not gonna listen to rules," Avalon turned around and ran as well.

The Doctor came to an abrupt stop outside in the garden, just a couple of inches from the TARDIS. "I've got to get back in there! The engines are phasing, it's going to burn!"

"But...it's just a box!" Amelia eyed him a little like he was crazy.

"Boxes don't make those noises," Avalon said knowingly.

The Doctor worked fast to get the grappling hook and rope. "It's not a box. It's a time machine."

"What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?" Amelia's eyes looked from the Doctor to the box.

"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilized. Five-minute hop into the future should do it," the Doctor looped the rope through the door handles.

Amelia looked at the twins beside her and then the Doctor, "Can I come?"

Avalon blinked at Amelia, "You want to go with a stranger?"

"Don't you do that all the time?" Amelia countered.

"It's different - they're not aliens!" Avalon snapped, a lot for a seven year old. "And besides, I know what I'm doing!"

Amelia rolled her eyes and looked at the Doctor for her answer.

"Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll be right back," the Doctor hopped onto the edge and prepared to go inside.

"People always say that," Amelia frowned.

The Doctor jumped down to the ground and walked up to three girls, "Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor."

"I do," Avalon said so automatically that the Doctor stopped and gave her a curious look. "I trust you'll come back."

"I'll be back in five minutes!" he promised and hurried up to the box. He climbed back and held onto the rope, giving the girls a smile before jumping in, "Geronimo!" the TARDIS doors slammed shut and the girls watched the box disappear.

Amelia dashed back to the house, going up to her room. Lena noticed the way Avalon was staring at the now empty space in the garden.

"Avalon, what are you thinking of?"

"That we actually just met the Doctor...and we let him go like that," Avalon shrugged.

"But...he said he'll come back, five minutes max."

"Mm," Avalon swayed her head. "If his box was malfunctioning...I think it might be a little more than five minutes."

Lena glanced back at the house, thinking of Amelia. "Should we tell Amelia?"

"Nah, she'll figure it out soon!" Avalon cheerily skipped back into the house.

~ 0 ~

The next time the TARDIS materialized back in Amelia's back-garden, it was fully daylight. The box's doors flung open as the Doctor emerged through billowing smoke, a cloth held over his nose and mouth, "Amelia! Avalon! Lena!" he ran towards the house, "I worked out what it was. I know what I was missing! You've got to get out of there!" he used the screwdriver on the locked door and finally got it open after a few tries.

~ 0 ~

A male nurse dressed in blue scrubs and a woman with medium-length ashy-brunette hair were following a second woman in a business suit down a hospital corridor into a ward room with two rows of unconscious patients. The second woman stopped in front of a patient, the brunette and male nurse beside her.

"So. They all called out at once, that's what you're saying?" the second woman asked, the pair beside her nodded, "All of them, all the coma patients," she flipped through the patient's file, "You do understand that these people are all comatose, don't you? They can't speak."

"Yes, Dr. Ramsden," the nurse nodded again.

"Then why are you wasting my time?"

"With all due respect, Dr. Ramsden, but I was with Rory when they called for you," the brunette spoke up with a soft voice.

"They called for me?" Dr. Ramsden raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, and I'm a witness," the brunette said.

Dr. Ramsden shook her head, she couldn't exactly take the woman's word as a plausible witness. Her condition probably made her a bit woozy and hallucinogenic.

"Doctor," the patient the trio stood in front of called softly, "Doctor."

The trio looked around as every other patient in the room called for the doctor...

~ 0 ~

The Doctor opened his eyes with a small groan, his head pounding for a second as his vision cleared up. Someone had hit him hard on the head at the staircase after he had come in searching for Amelia and her friends. He saw a female police officer dressed in a very short skirt speaking into her radio.

"White male, mid-20s, breaking and entering. Send me some back-up, I've got him restrained," she ended the conversation and looked at the Doctor, "Oi, you! Sit still."

"Cricket bat, I'm getting cricket bat..." he shook his head.

"You were breaking and entering."

The Doctor tried standing up only to realize he was hand-cuffed to the radiator behind him, "Well, that's much better. Brand-new me, whack on the head. Just what it needed."

"Do you want to shut up now? I've got back-up on the way!" the officer warned.

"Hang on, no, wait - you're a policewoman..." he had just realized that.

"And you're breaking and entering. You see how this works?"

"But what are you doing here? Where's Amelia? Avalon? Lena? Where are the girls?" he looked around frantically.

"Amelia Pond?"

"Yeah. Little Scottish girl. Where is she? I promised her and her friends five minutes but the engines were phasing. I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?"

"Amelia Pond hasn't lived here in a long time."

"How long?"

"Six months."

"No, no, no! I can't be six months late! I said five minutes. I promised," the Doctor sniffed loudly for some reason, "Well, what about Avalon and Lena Reynolds? Where are they?"

"Not here," the officer eyed him as she walked away and reached for her radio.

"What happened to them?" he demanded, "What happened to Amelia Pond? Where are Avalon and Lena Reynolds? If they're not here then where are they?"

The officer ignored him and spoke into her radio, "Sarge, it's me again. Hurry it up, this guy knows something about Amelia Pond."

The Doctor tried the handcuffs again and sighed deeply when he saw it was no use. His eyes looked past the officer to the door from before, something was in there and that poor officer had no idea...

~ 0 ~

Dr. Ramsden was examining the first patient that had spoken, "I don't think they were even conscious..." she remarked.

"Dr Ramsden, there is another sort of, um, funny thing," the nurse, Rory, spoke up again.

"Yes, I know. Dr. Carver told me about your conversation. We've been very patient with you, Rory. You're a good enough nurse, but for God's sake!"

"I've seen them," he insisted.

"These patients are under 24-hour supervision! We know if their blood-pressure changes. There's no possibility you'd have seen them wandering in the village! Why are you giving me your phone?!"

Rory was holding out his phone to her, "It's a camera too."

"Is your friend going to back you up on this one too?" she eyed the brunette who just remained quiet at the accusation. Dr. Ramsden reached for Rory's phone when her paper beeped and so she took it out instead, "You need to take some time off, Rory. A lot of time off. Start now," Rory opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off, "Now!"

Rory nodded and turned to the brunette who offered a comforting smile, "I'm sorry Rory," she whispered as they walked out.

~ 0 ~

"I need to speak to whoever lives in this house now," the Doctor repeated for the third time to the officer.

"I live here," she finally spoke to him again.

"But you're the police."

"Yes, and this is where I live. You got a problem with that?!"

"How many rooms?" he asked, deciding it was best to change the subject to get back to business.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"On this floor. How many rooms on this floor? Count them for me now."

"Why?"

"Because it will change your life."

"Five," the officer pointed to each door as she counted, "One, two, three, four, five."

"Six," he corrected, surprising her.

"Six?"

"Look."

"Look where?"

"Exactly where you don't want to look. Where you never want to look, the corner of your eye. Look behind you."

The officer slowly turned and saw the door that had definitely not been there for her a moment ago, "That's... That is not possible. How's that possible?"

"There's a perception filter round the door. Sensed it the last time I was here. Should've seen it."

"But that's a whole room. That's a whole room I've never even noticed..."

"The filter stops you. Something came a while ago to hide. It's still hiding. You need to uncuff me now!" the Doctor ordered but the officer was in a trance as she walked for the door at the end of the hall.

"I don't have the key. I lost it."

"How can you have lost it?! Stay away from that door!" he called but she kept going, "Do not touch that door!" she put her hand on the doorknob, "Listen to me! Do not open that..." she turned the knob, "Why does no-one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listens to?" she entered the room, "Again...?" the Doctor searched his pockets frantically, "My screwdriver, where is it?"

The officer entered the room which was dusty and contained only old boxes on the floor. There were water damage spots on the walls, barely a scrap of curtain on the window and a table in the center of the room.

"Silver thing, blue at the end. Where did it go?"

"There's nothing here," the officer remarked as she carefully looked around.

"Whatever's there stopped you seeing the whole room," the Doctor called, "What makes you think you could see it? Now, please, just get out!" the Doctor ordered, sighing when the woman wouldn't listen.

"Silver, blue at the end?" she spotted said silver thing on the table in front of her.

"My screwdriver, yeah."

"It's here."

"Must have rolled under the door..." the Doctor shut his eyes at the bad luck he seemed to have even in this new incarnation.

"Yeah. Must have. And then it must have jumped up on the table..."

"Get out of there!" the Doctor shouted, "Get out of there!" but the officer reached to pick up the screwdriver, "Get out!"

The officer backed away suddenly when she thought she heard something. Behind her was an eel-like alien that hung from the roof. It was covered in goo and had a mouth full of sharp teeth. The officer looked one way and then the other but saw nothing.

"What is it? What are you doing?" the Doctor called, frustrated he was still cuffed.

"There's nothing here, but..."

"Corner of your eye."

"What is it?"

"Don't try to see it. If it knows you've seen it, it will kill you. Don't look at it," the Doctor said as the creature seemed to toy with the woman, "Do not... look."

And then she saw it...

The officer screamed, "Get out!" the Doctor ordered, the officer ran out of the room, "Give me that!" he snatched his screwdriver from her hand and used it on the door's lock before using it on his handcuffs, however it didn't work on his hand cuffs, "What's the bad alien done to you?"

"Will that door hold it?" the officer looked at the door with wide eyes.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, course! It's an inter-dimensional multi-form from outer-space - they're all terrified of wood," the Doctor rolled his eyes as he tried figuring out the screwdriver.

A bright light flashed around the edges of the door, "What's that? What's it doing?"

The Doctor wiped his screwdriver with his finger, "I don't know, getting dressed? Run. Just go. Your back-up's coming, I'll be fine."

"There is no back-up."

He looked up, surprised, "I heard you on the radio, you called for back-up."

"I was pretending. It's a pretend radio," the officer looked at him with a 'duh' look.

"You're a policewoman!"

"I'm a kissogram!" she removed her hat and let ginger hair cascade down her back.

At the same time, the door burst open and a man in blue-overalls holding the leash of a large Rottweiler stood at the doorway...the same man who was a patient at the hospital.

"But it's just..." the officer remarked as the man stepped out into the hallway.

"No, it isn't. Look at the faces," the Doctor instructed.

The man growled and barks while his dog remained impassive.

"What? I'm sorry, but what?" the officer looked down at the Doctor, completely shocked.

"It's all one creature. One creature disguised as two. Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a bit muddled, did you? Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You'd need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?" the Doctor questioned, the man only snarled back and advanced, showing its pointy teeth, "Stay, boy!" the creature stopped, "Her and me, we're safe. Want to know why? She sent for back-up."

"I didn't send for back-up!" the officer reminded.

"I know, that was a clever lie to save our lives," he whisper-shouted at her then looked at the creature again, "OK, yeah, no back-up! And that's why we're safe. Alone, we're not a threat to you. If we had back-up, then you'd have to kill us!"

"Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded."

"What's that?" the woman asked and looked around.

"That would be back-up," he answered her, "OK, one more time. We do have back-up and that's definitely why we're safe," he said to the creature.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration..."

The creature turned into one of the other rooms. The Doctor banged his screwdriver on the floor in the hopes it would work again, "Work, work, work. C'mon."

The creature had gone out to one of the windows and looked outside.

The Doctor finally got his screwdriver to work and used it on the handcuffs, "Run!" he said to the woman as he jumped to his feet, "Run!" he pushed her towards the stairs and quickly made their way down.

They ran outside of the house where the Doctor used the screwdriver on the door, "Kissogram?" he asked her.

"Yes!"

"Why'd you pretend to be a policewoman?" he stood straight.

"You broke into my house! It was this or a French maid!" she followed him away from the house, "What's going on? Tell me! Tell me!"

The Doctor had gone up to the TARDIS, "An alien convict is hiding in your spare room disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house. Any questions?"

"Yes!"

"Me too," the TARDIS wasn't opening up for some reason, "No, no, don't do that, not now! It's still rebuilding, not letting us in!"

Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.

"Come on," the officer grabbed the Doctor by the arm, deciding they were not going to be able to enter that small box.

"No, wait, hang on, wait, wait, wait. The shed," he ran up to the garden shed and examined as it as much as he could, "I destroyed that shed last time I was here, smashed it to pieces."

"So there's a new one. Let's go," the officer gestured again, becoming nervous.

"But the new one's got old. It's ten years old at least," he sniffed the wood before rubbing his finger on the wood and tasting it, "12 years," he concluded and turned back to the woman with newfound anger, "I'm not six months late, I'm twelve years late!"

"He's coming!" the woman's eyes flickered to the house.

"You said six months. Why did you say six months?"

"We've got to go!"

"This matters. This is important. Why did you say six months?"

"Why did you say five minutes?!" the officer snapped, blinking when she realized what she said.

"What?" the Doctor's mouth nearly fell open.

"Come on," she insisted.

"What!?"

"Come on!" she pulled him by the arm.

"What?" was all the Doctor could muster up as he was pulled away by a grown up Amelia Pond.

~ 0 ~

"You're Amelia," the Doctor stopped in the roadway and faced the ginger woman.

Amelia kept walking however, 'You're late!"

"Amelia Pond, you were one of the little girls!" the Doctor looked her up and down in disbelief.

"I'm Amelia and you're late."

"What happened?" he asked frantically.

If Amelia Pond was grown up...then what about the little Reynolds twins?

"12 years," Amelia reminded.

"You hit me with a cricket bat," he frowned, recalling that pain.

"12 years."

"A cricket bat!"

"12 years and four psychiatrists," Amelia crossed her arms and almost pouted.

Out of her, Avalon and Lena, she was the one who people deemed crazy when they spoke about the Doctor. Her aunt never believed her when she said the Doctor had been there at her sleep over. And, because of who Avalon turned out to be as the years went by no one really believed her either. Lena's illness had only gotten worse throughout the years and so they all blamed it as a hallucination or a very realistic dream. But neither of the Reynolds twins ever insisted like Amelia did. For some reason, the Reynolds twins hardly spoke about the night with anyone. But Amy wouldn't let the man go and so had been brought to numerous doctors and four psychiatrists to help her with her "condition".

"Four?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"I kept biting them," Amelia mumbled.

"Why?"

"They said you weren't real."

"Alright, and what happened to Avalon and Lena, then? Where are they?" he asked as they entered the park.

Amelia sighed, "Lena? She's with Rory...and Avalon, well...probably running."

"Running? From what?"

Amelia looked away, preferring not to get into that whole matter. Avalon, while still very protective of her sister, had a very...tetchy attitude that got her into some issues often...

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated," the same voice from the crack now boomed over the speakers of an ice-cream van.

Amelia quickly jumped for the distraction, "No, no, no, come on… What? We're being staked out by an ice-cream van?" she ran towards it, leaving a very confused Doctor behind.

~ 0 ~

A woman with dark, ginger locks entered a pharmacy and walked straight towards the counter, her boot's heels clicking after her. She wore a pink sweater vest with a white buttoned-up blouse underneath, its white collars sticking over the vest. She accompanied it with white jeans and knee-length brown boots with small heals. Her icy-blue eyes looked around the place, her hand resting over the opening of her purse.

"Miss Reynolds, what can I do for you?" one of the pharmacists moved to help her.

"Tasha, I need a refill for the inhaler - actually we need a new inhaler."

"What happened to the last one?" Tasha raised an eyebrow.

"I may have broken it," the ginger mumbled.

"Avalon, how do you break an inhaler?"

Avalon Reynolds groaned, thinking it was obvious the only way she could break it. "Clearly on accident! Please, can I get a new one?"

"I'm sorry but the insurance doesn't cover a second one."

"Tasha please, I need it. I'm talking life or death, here!"

"I know, and I'm sorry," Tasha sighed, "Look, the inhaler would cost-"

"Whatever amount you're gonna say, I don't have it," Avalon leaned over the counter. "I need to replace it before Lena needs it. Can I just...I don't know...put it on...layover or something?"

"It doesn't work that way," Tasha shook her head with a sad smile and walked away to help another customer.

Avalon frowned and looked down at the clear counter. "I'm getting the inhaler," she mumbled, eyes scanning for the correct inhaler.

~ 0 ~

"What's that? Why are you playing that?" the Doctor demanded from the ice-cream driver.

"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune," the vendor replied, sounding confused as he switched, or tried to anyways, stations.

The Doctor picked up the player and listened, "Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

The Doctor stepped away from the van and noticed the voice emerging from other technology people around them carried.

"Doctor, what's happening?" Amelia asked. The Doctor leaped over a low white fence into a front garden, leaving Amelia to run after him.

The Doctor entered the house where an elderly woman was watching the television. There was a blue eye that filled the screen that wouldn't disappear as much as the woman tried flipping channels.

"Hello! Sorry to burst in, we're doing a special on television faults in this area," the Doctor said then looked at Amelia, recalling her outfit for the day, "Also, crimes. Let's have a look," he took the remote from the old woman.

"I was just about to phone. It's on every channel," the woman saw Amelia and smiled. "Hello, Amy, dear. Are you a policewoman now?'

"Well, sometimes."

"I thought you were a nurse."

"I can be a nurse," Amelia shrugged, tugging her skirt lower.

"Or, actually, a nun."

"I dabble."

"Amy, who is your friend?" the women looked at the Doctor, confused.

"Who's Amy? You were Amelia," the Doctor frowned.

"Yeah, now I'm Amy," the ginger crossed her arms.

"Amelia Pond - that was a great name," he insisted, "All three of you had excellent, fairy-tale, names!"

"I don't like fairy tales and Lena doesn't believe in them," she reminded.

"I know you, don't I? I've seen you somewhere before," the old women studied the Doctor.

"Not me. Brand-new face..." he pointed a finger at himself, "First time on," he then turned for Amy, "And what sort of job's a kissogram?"

"I go to parties and I kiss people," Amy cleared her throat, "With outfits. It's a laugh."

"You were a little girl five minutes ago," the Doctor frowned. The little girl from five minutes ago was now kissing people?

"You're worse than my aunt," Amy said.

"I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than everybody's aunt," he quickly pointed at the elderly woman, "And that is not how I'm introducing myself," he picked up a radio and used the screwdriver on it. The same message was repeated on it in different languages, "OK, so it's everywhere, in every language. They're broadcasting to the whole world," he moved to the window and opened it up to look out.

"What's up there? What are you looking for?" Amy looked from behind, seeing nothing but a blue sky and white clouds above.

"OK, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core...they're going to need a 40% fission blast," the Doctor turned to them as a young man entered the house, the Doctor walking up to him as he continued to talk, " But they'll have to power up first, won't they? So assuming a medium-sized starship, that's 20 minutes," the Doctor had to stand on his toes due to the man's taller statute, "What do you think, 20 minutes? Yeah, 20 minutes. We've got 20 minutes."

"20 minutes to what?" Amy asked.

"Are you the Doctor?" the man was a bit confused with all the eyeing, "He is, isn't he? He's the Doctor! The Raggedy Doctor. All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor, it's him," he looked at Amy.

"I know," Amy nodded.

"Cartoons?" the Doctor asked, bemused as he sat on the couch.

"Gran, it's him, isn't it? It's really him!"

"Jeff, shut up!" Amy snapped then looked at the Doctor, "20 minutes to what?"

The Doctor was flipping through the channels of the television again, the eye with its message on all of them,"The human residence. They're not talking about your house, they're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship and it's going to incinerate the planet. 20 minutes to the end of the world."

~ 0 ~

The same message was being heard in the pharmacy where Avalon was still in. She took a good look around and saw everyone distracted. In one quick, swift move, she jumped over the counter and reached for the inhaler from the other side.

"Hey!" Tasha exclaimed when she saw what was going on.

"I'm sorry, but it's for my sister!" the ginger hopped off the counter and dashed out of the pharmacy.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor and Amy were now walking down the roadway again, "What is this place? Where am I?" the Doctor eyed the small town.

"Leadworth," Amy replied.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This is it."

"Is there an airport?"

"No."

"A nuclear power station?"

"No."

"Even a little one?"

"No."

"Nearest city?"

"Gloucester, half an hour by car."

"We don't have half an hour," the Doctor groaned. "Do we have a car?"

"...no."

"Well, that's good! Fantastic, that is. 20 minutes to save the world and I've got a post office. And it's shut! What is that?" the Doctor violently pointed at a small pond.

"It's a duck pond," Amy followed him up to the pond.

"Why aren't there any ducks?"

Amy groaned, "Not you too," he looked back at her with a questioning look. She sighed, "Avalon asks the same thing."

"She was one smart cookie," he smiled, "She's right to ask cos if it doesn't have any ducks..."

"...then how do we know it's a duck pond?" Amy finished with a roll of her eyes, "Yeah, I know. She asks that and it frankly gets on my nerves."

The Doctor was about to remark on that when he had another regeneration tremor that made him sit down and clutch his chest, "I'm not ready, I'm not done yet."

The sky darkened up and made both look up.

"What's happening? Why's it going dark?" Amy frowned as the sun turned gray, "So what's wrong with the sun?"

"Nothing. You're looking at it through a force-field. They've sealed off your upper atmosphere, now they're getting ready to boil the plane," the Doctor stood up and looked at the field where all the villagers were taking pictures of the sun, "Oh, and here they come, the human race. The end comes, as it was always going to - down a video phone!"

"This isn't real, is it? This is some kind of big wind-up," Amy frowned.

"Why would I wind you up?"

"You told me you had a time machine."

"And you believed me."

"Then I grew up."

The Doctor groaned, "Oh, you never want to do that. No, hang on, shut up, wait! I missed it," he smacked his forehead suddenly, startling Amy, "I saw it and I missed it," and another smack, "What did I see? I saw... What did I see?" he focused real hard until he figured out what he had missed and turned to Rory, "20 minutes. I can do it. 20 minutes, the planet burns. Run to your loved ones and say goodbye, or stay and help me."

"No," Amy said instead.

"I'm sorry?"

"No!" she grabbed him by the tie and pushed him against a car as the driver stepped out. She slammed his tie into the door and locked the car with the remote.

"Amy! No! No! What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"

"Who are you?" she demanded from him.

"You know who I am."

"No, really, who are you?"

"Look at the sky! End of the world, 20 minutes," he reminded, pointing up to the

sky.

"Better talk quickly, then!"

"Amy, I am going to need my car back," the driver had remained at her side.

"Yes, in a bit. Now go and have coffee," Amy shooed him off.

The Doctor reached inside his pocket and tossed the apple to her, "Catch," Amy caught it and saw the same smile face carved onto it, "I'm the Doctor. I'm a time traveller. Everything I told you, Avalon and Lena, 12 years ago is true. I'm real. What's happening in the sky is real, and if you don't let me go now, everything you've ever known is over."

"I don't believe you..."

He gripped her wrist, "Just 20 minutes. Just believe me for 20 minutes. Look at it. Fresh as the day you gave it to me. And you know it's the same one," Amy studied the apple for a second and looked up at him, "Amy, believe for 20 minutes."

Amy unlocked the car door, "What do we do?"

"What do we do?"

"Stop that nurse!" the Doctor ran for Rory the nurse.

~ 0 ~

"Where is she, Rory?" Avalon was now standing beside Rory Williams, her best friend, losing her patience as the man continued to take a picture of another man with his dog.

"I sent her to Amy's," Rory replied as he went for another picture. "I thought you would be there. And..." his eyes had caught something in Avalon's hand, "...what's that-" but he couldn't finish due to the fact the Doctor had ran over to them and snatched his cellphone from his hand.

"The sun's going out, and you're photographing a man and a dog. Why?" he stood right in front of Rory who could only blink at the moment.

"Oh my god..." Avalon blinked and turned the Doctor around, a smile spreading across her face. "It's you..."

"Amy?" Rory frowned as Amy caught up to them.

"What do we have here?" Avalon asked the Doctor, the man severely confused as she eyed him up and down. "I thought you were gonna be late, honestly, but not by this much!"

"Who are you?" the Doctor frowned.

She smirked. "The Arthurian Legend...the island where King Arthur's sword was made..."

The Doctor's eyes widened as he realized who the second ginger was. "A-Avalon?"

"Hello, fairy tale man," she chuckled, "You're late! You know poor Amy's had to go to four psychiatrists because of you?"

"What? Hold on, what did you call me?"

"Well, I told her not to talk about you but he didn't want to listen-"

"Avalon," Amy crossed her arms and sent her friend a mock-glare.

"Right, what's done is done," Avalon shrugged her shoulders.

"Uh, hello, back to business? Twenty minutes?" Amy reminded.

"Oh, right, yes!" the Doctor turned back to Rory.

"This is Rory, he's a...friend..."

"Amy," Avalon frowned at the introduction. She wasn't surprised by it, but it didn't mean she was letting it go either.

"Boyfriend," Rory corrected.

"Kind of boyfriend."

"Amy!" Rory exclaimed, a bit hurt that that was his title all of a sudden.

"Man and dog, why?" the Doctor had ignored everything and kept a fixated look on Rory.

"Oh, my God, it's him..." Rory blinked, finally settling in.

"Just answer his question, please," Amy said.

"It's him, though. The Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor."

Avalon teasingly laughed, "Yeah, that's him. Is that the only pair of clothes you own?" she asked the Doctor.

"Shush up," he snapped, covering her mouth. Avalon made a gesture with both hands.

"But he was a story. He was a game!" Rory exclaimed.

"Ouch!" the Doctor jumped to the side, rubbing his palm while he stared in shock at Avalon, "Did you just bite me?"

"I can do more than that but I don't know you like that yet," she winked, making him immediately blush.

The fact she had even added the 'yet' in the end made it even more blush-worthy. He shook his head, though, when he remembered the planet was literally twenty minutes away from blowing up. "Man and dog," he sighed and looked at Rory, trying to ignore the pounding pain in his palm, "Why?"

"Because he can't be there. Because he's…" Rory began but the Doctor had finished with him in unison, "...in a hospital, in a coma."

"Yeah," Rory nodded.

"Okay that's weird," Avalon remarked.

"Lena is a witness," Rory lightly snapped, "She was with me when they started talking."

"Knew it. Multi-form, you see? Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a live feed, a psychic link with a living but dormant mind," the Doctor explained.

The multiform snapped and snarled at the group, "Prisoner Zero," the Doctor turned to face it.

"That stupid thing that gave my sister nightmares?" Avalon's eyes narrowed as she stepped forwards, "She couldn't sleep for a week after that sleep over. Oh, I'm gonna kill it..."

"No you're not," the Doctor grabbed her arm and restrained her.

An electrical buzz emerged from above and they looked up to see a spaceship flying over them, the same eye swiveling back and forth.

"What the hell is that?" Avalon frowned.

The Doctor slipped his screwdriver from his pocket and pointed it up, "See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology. And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver," he flicked it on and caused chaos to shatter the village, "I think someone's going to notice, don't you?" Prisoner Zero barked as the Doctor lowered the screwdriver and aimed it at the phone box ahead which exploded. However, the screwdriver sparked and fuzzled which made the Doctor drop it to the ground, "No, no, no, don't do that!" and then the ship flew away.

"It's going," Avalon pointed.

"No, come back, he's here! Come back! He's here, Prisoner Zero is here. Come back, he's here! Prisoner Zero is..."

But Prisoner Zero turned into mist and escaped down the drain.

"Doctor! The drain. It just sort of melted and went down the drain!" Amy exclaimed.

"Well, of course it did," the Doctor sighed.

"So what do we do now?" Avalon questioned.

"It's hiding in human form. We need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver, 17 minutes. Come on, think. Think!"

He ran up to the drain and was followed by the trio, "So that thing - that hid in my house for 12 years?" Amy asked as she looked down at the drain.

"Multi-forms can live for millennia. 12 years is a pit-stop."

"So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute?"

"They're looking for him, but followed me. They saw me through the crack, got a fix. They're only late cos I am."

"And boy are you late," Avalon shook her head, "I was a bit curious myself to see what was inside that box," she admitted.

"Now, sport, give me your phone," the Doctor turned to Rory.

"How can he be real? He was never real," Rory was still in denial but the Doctor didn't care.

"Phone, now, give me!"

Rory handed the phone to the Doctor just to get him to stop shouting. "He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him," he said to Amy.

"That was a funny time," Avalon said, "I have lots of pictures if you're interested."

"I told you to delete them!" Rory frowned.

"I have many copies..."

"Avalon!"

The Doctor was looking through the pictures on Rory's phone, "These are all coma patients?"

"Yeah."

"No, they're all the multi-form. Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero."

"He had a dog, though. There's a dog in a coma?"

"The coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop!" the Doctor pointed at Amy who took with wide eyes. "Your friend, what was his name? Not him-" he nodded to Rory, "-the good-looking one."

"Oi, you're still rude," Avalon shook her head.

"Jeff," Amy corrected him, not even the slightest bit upset with the Doctor's behavior.

"Oh, thanks," Rory mock-glared at her.

"He had a laptop in his bag, a laptop. Big bag, big laptop, I need Jeff's laptop-"

"Why are you holding an inhaler?" Amy suddenly realized that Avalon had been holding an inhaler in her hand the whole time. But it looked more like she was trying to hide it under her fingers. "You don't have asthma."

"I know but I needed it so I bought it."

Rory's eyes flickered from the inhaler to Avalon with a mighty suspicious look. "Ava..."

"Rory..."

"Avalon," Rory tilted his head, the sharper look on his face making Avalon sigh.

"Fine, I took it. But in my defence-"

"No! No defences! We know those don't work! You don't steal, period!"

"But it was for a good cause-"

"Stealing is never for a good cause," the Doctor frowned, his voice dark.

"Oh shut up, you don't understand my life, got it?" Avalon pushed past him and started to run.

"Avalon!" Rory called.

"You two, get to the hospital, get everyone out, clear the whole floor. Phone me when you're done," the Doctor instructed the remaining two, "I'll catch up to her."

~ 0 ~

"Avalon, wait!" the Doctor called after the ginger, "Avalon!"

"Leave me alone, stupid man!" she shouted.

"Oh," he let out a sound of annoyance as he turned her around, "Five minutes ago I was the fairy tale man. What happened to that?" A brief smile flickered on Avalon's face. "We have a world to save in less than twenty minutes and I need all the help I can get."

"Loved to help, but I can't," Avalon turned around to continue walking. The Doctor, momentarily surprised, reeled her back. "Doctor! I have to find my sister and my brother!"

"You have a brother?"

"Mhm. His name's Gavin. And he needs me because my Dad is working, alright? I gotta go-"

"N-n-n-no wait!" the Doctor brought her back again. "I'm sure he's fine, Mum's probably taking care of him-"

"My mum's dead," Avalon revealed in a quiet voice, all emotion lost all of a sudden.

The Doctor blinked, not having expected that one, "Oh...I'm sorry..." he whispered.

"It was a couple years back," she rubbed away a small tear on the side of left eye.

"Sorry," the Doctor couldn't really figure out what else to say.

"Yeah," she heaved a sigh, "It was hard," she walked around him.

He raised an eyebrow, confused by her...lack of emotion? This was her mother they were talking about. He didn't want for her to cry but the way she acted was a bit cold and blank, like it hadn't affected her. He trailed after her, "Avalon? Where are you going?"

"Well, the police is sort of after me and you need a laptop, right?" Avalon looked back, her arms crossed, "C'mon, then."

"And your brother?"

"Well, let's be honest, he'll probably be more scared if the cops come by my house instead. So, c'mon!"

~ 0 ~

Jeff was laying on his bed using his laptop when the Doctor and Avalon burst inside the room, "Hello. Laptop, give me!" the Doctor wiggled his hands as he walked up to Jeff.

"Sorry about that, he's still rude," Avalon shook her head.

"And you're apparently a thief," the Doctor shot back, not too sure if he was playing or really upset that the little girl who was in love with fairy tales...grew up to be a thief?

"No, no, no, no, wait, hang on!" Jeff was refusing to give up his laptop.

"It's fine, give it here," the Doctor finally snatched the laptop and sat at the foot of the bed. "Blimey! Get a girlfriend, Jeff."

"We've talked about this, Jeff," Avalon sighed and sat down beside the Doctor.

Jeff's grandmother entered the room, surprised to find the strange man again with her grandson, and now with Avalon, "What's going on here?"

"The sun's gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there's going to be a big video conference call," the Doctor replied casually as he typed, "All the experts in the world panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Me."

Avalon's lips curled into an amused smile. "Well, now I know."

"Know what?" the Doctor stopped for a second to look at her.

"Oh that you don't know the definition of 'modesty'."

Frowning, the Doctor returned to the computer. "Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre, Patrick Moore."

"Ooh, I like Patrick Moore," Jeff's grandmother smiled.

"I'll get you his number, but watch him, he's a devil."

"You can't just hack in on a call like that," Avalon told the Doctor, "Even I don't do that."

"Cos then you're Dad would really blow his head off," Jeff muttered, Avalon shooting him a death glare.

"You shouldn't be doing any of that stuff," the Doctor mumbled. He held up his psychic paper to the webcam as the experts appeared on the laptop screen.

"Who are you? This is a secure call. What are you doing?" one of the men on the screen inquired.

"Hello. I know, you should switch me off. But before you do, watch this." The Doctor cracked his fingers and began typing anew, this time quicker to match his speedy ramble. "Fermat's Theorem, the proof, and I mean the real one, never seen before. Poor old Fermat, got killed in a duel before he could write it down. My fault, I slept in. Oh, and here's an oldie but a goodie - why electrons have mass. And a personal favorite of mine, faster-than-light travel with two diagrams and a joke. Look at your screens," the Doctor raised his hands, the biggest smirk possible sitting on his face. "Whoever I am, I'm a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas, pay attention."

Avalon blinked, fascinated to see the Doctor in a whole new light. It was one thing learning and reading on him, but it was a completely different thing to see him in action. She loved seeing it in real life.

~ 0 ~

"Sir, what are you doing?" an expert asked the Doctor while he typed away on Rory's cellphone. Much time had passed and apparently they were nearing the solution.

"I'm writing a computer virus," the Doctor responded. "Very clever, super-fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don't let on. Why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind, you'll find out. OK, I'm sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish - whatever you've got. Any questions?"

"Who was your lady friend?" Patrick Moore asked, even trying to peer around his screen.

"Patrick, behave!"

"What does this virus do?" another expert asked.

"It's a reset command, that's all. It resets counters, it gets in the wifi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time. But, yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I'll let my best man explain."

Avalon sighed dramatically when Jeff failed to speak up. "He means you, you idiot."

"What?"

The Doctor closed the laptop midway and glanced at Jeff. "Listen to me. In ten minutes, you're going to be a legend. In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is going to be offering you any job you want. But first, you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff. Right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today's the day you save the world."

"Why me?"

"It's your bedroom. Now go, go, go!" the Doctor jumped off the bed and pulled Avalon with him.

"What? I'm coming?" Avalon looked around with surprise, "I can't leave! The police is looking for me!"

"Oh trust me, they'll be a bit too busy trying to figure out what the hell is going on," the Doctor shrugged and pulled her towards the door, "Oh and Jeff, delete your internet history."

"As if," Avalon snorted as they came outside. The Doctor zoomed past her into the street to start looking for some way to get to the hospital. When Avalon caught up, all she found was the Time Lord cluelessly turning one way and another. "Okay, what are you doing?"

"Looking for a car, isn't it obvious?"

"Not when you look like that," Avalon shook her head. "Clearly, you've never hijacked anything, have you?"

The Doctor stopped and turned to her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Oh, you don't even know."

Avalon matched his smirk for a second then ran down the street. "C'mon!"

"What, hold on, you're not going to steal something more are you?" the Doctor went after her.

~ 0 ~

Rory finished up talking to a nurse in the hospital and rejoined Amy who was on her phone, "Something's happened up there, we can't get through."

Amy redialed in frustration, "Yes, but what's happened?"

"I don't know. No-one knows. Phone him."

"I'm phoning him," she reminded and gasped when the line was finally picked up, "Doctor? We're at the hospital, but we can't get through."

"What did he say?" Rory impatiently waited.

"Look in the mirror," Amy turned to a mirror behind her and saw her reflection, "Ha-ha! Uniform!" she tied her hair up, "Are you on your way? You're going to need a car."

~ 0 ~

The Doctor drove a firefighter truck while Avalon held the phone, sitting in the passenger seat, "Don't worry, you know how good I am at acquiring things," she smirked.

"We're going to need to talk about that," the Doctor pointed.

She rolled her eyes, "Drive, fairy-tale man."

~ 0 ~

Amy and Rory ran out of the hospital lift and saw the corridors ahead of them were a complete mess. There were gurneys and tables turned over with scrubs and utensils sprawled all over.

"What happened?" Amy asked a nearby woman.

"There was a man. A man with a dog. I think Dr. Ramsden's dead. And the nurses," the woman replied fearfully.

~ 0 ~

"The Doctor asks if you're in?" Avalon held the phone and spoke to Amy again.

"Yep. But so's Prisoner Zero."

"You need to get out of there!" the Doctor called from his seat.

~ 0 ~

Rory turned to the woman and...noticed that the woman's voice was now coming out of one of the little girls she held hands with, "He was so angry. He kept shouting. And that dog, the size of that dog, I swear it was rabid.," Amy and Rory started backing away, "And he just went mad, attacking everyone. Where did he go, did you see? Has he gone? We hid in the ladies'..." the woman trailed off, "Oh, I'm getting it wrong again, aren't I? I'm always doing that. So many mouths..." the woman opened her mouth to reveal the sharp teeth, the little girls holding her hands following in suit.

~ 0 ~

"Amy? Amy, what's happening?" Avalon repeatedly asked, hearing odd voices from the other line.

"We're in the coma ward. But it's here, it's getting in," Amy spoke, she and Rory backing away from the door of the ward that was shut with a broom through its handles.

"Which window are you at?" the Doctor called.

"How is that important?" Amy heard Avalon snap.

"Just tell me!"

"Uh, uh," Amy looked around, "First floor on the left, fourth from the end."

Prisoner Zero broke through the door, still disguised as the woman, "Oh, dear. Little Amelia Pond. I've watched you grow up. 12 years, and you never even knew I was there. Little Amelia Pond, waiting for her magic Doctor to return, but not this time, Amelia," she opened her mouth.

Amy's phone beeped and showed a message from the Doctor reading 'Duck!". Amy then heard the sirens nearing and pushed Rory down in time as a ladder broke through the window. The Doctor and Avalon climbed up the ladder and jumped inside the room.

"Right! Hello! Am I late? No, three minutes to go. So still time," the Doctor exclaimed.

"That's a first, you're on time," Avalon remarked.

"Time for what, Time Lord?" Prisoner Zero asked, smirking.

"Take the disguise off. They'll find you in a heartbeat. Nobody dies," the Doctor ordered.

"The Atraxi will kill me this time. If I am to die, let there be fire."

"OK. You came to this world by opening a crack in space and time. Do it again - just leave."

"I did not open the crack."

"Somebody did. And I'd like a word with them," Avalon frowned, "It affected my sister, speaking of..." she turned back to Amy and Rory, "...I need to go and find her."

"Leave her, if she's going to Amy's house that'll probably be safer than here," Rory reminded.

"She's right," the Doctor agreed, his gaze locked on prisoner zero, "Now about those cracks..."

"The cracks in the skin of the universe - don't you know where they came from? You don't, do you?" Prisoner Zero took the voice of the little girls, "The Doctor in the TARDIS doesn't know. Doesn't know, doesn't know! The universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall."

A clicking sound distracted the Doctor from actually paying attention, he looked at the wall and smiled, "And we're off! Look at that. Look at that! Yeah, I know, just a clock, whatever. But do you know what's happening right now? In one little bedroom, my team are working. Jeff and the world. And do you know what they're doing? They're spreading the word all over the world, quantum fast. The word is out. And do you know what the word is? The word is zero. Now, me, if I was up in the sky in a battleship, monitoring all Earth communications, I'd take that as a hint. And if I had a whole battle fleet surrounding the planet, I'd be able track a simple old computer virus to its source in, what, under a minute?" he took his mobile from the pocket, "The source, by the way, is right here," a bright light shined through the windows, "Oh! And I think they just found us!"

"The Atraxi are limited. While I'm in this form, they'll still be unable to detect me. They've tracked a phone, not me," Prisoner Zero said, undisturbed.

"Yeah, but this is the good bit. I mean, this is my favorite bit. Do you know what this phone is full of?" the Doctor smugly waved Rory's cellphone. "Pictures of you. Every form you've learned to take, right here. Oh, and being uploaded about now. And the final score is - no TARDIS, no screwdriver - two minutes to spare," the Doctor held out his arms to the trio behind him, "Who da man?"

"Do yourself a favor and never say that again," Avalon replied, her hand in her hair as she looked away.

"Fine," the Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Then I shall take a new form," Prisoner Zero spoke, making the Doctor turn back.

"Oh, stop it, you know you can't. Takes months to form that kind of psychic link."

"And I've had years..."

Amy fell to the floor suddenly, Rory quickly dropping by her side. The Doctor and Avalon turned at the sound of the thud and hurried over.

"What's happened?" Avalon frantically asked.

The Doctor put his hands on Amy's face, "You've got to hold on. Amy! Don't sleep! You've got to stay awake, please."

Rory was looking behind them to Prisoner Zero, "Doctor?"

Avalon followed his gaze back, "Oh...well that's interesting."

The Doctor looked back also and frowned, "Well, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?"

"What?" Avalon's head snapped to him, "That's you, moron!"

"Me?" the Doctor looked down at himself. "Is that what I look like?"

"You mean you don't know?" she raised an eyebrow, "You're kidding me right?" but by the face the Doctor made she knew he wasn't, "Stupid!"

"I've had a busy day thank you very much," he stood up and spoke to Prisoner Zero, "Why me, though? You're linked with her. Why are you copying me?"

"I'm not. Poor Amy Pond. Still such a child inside," Amelia Pond moved around the fake Doctor, "Dreaming of the magic Doctor she knows will return. What a disappointment you've been."

"No, she's dreaming about me cos she can hear me," he dropped back to Amy's side, "Amy, don't just hear me, listen. Remember the room, the room in your house you couldn't see? Remember you went inside. I tried to stop, but you did. You went in the room. You went inside. Amy…dream about what you saw."

A bright light started taking over again, "No... no... No!" prisoner Zero cried as it started transforming back to its regular form.

"Well done, Prisoner Zero. A perfect impersonation of yourself," the Doctor looked up at it, smirking.

Prisoner Zero is located. Prisoner Zero is restrained.

"Silence, Doctor. Silence will fall," Prisoner Zero said as it disappeared.

The Doctor ran for the window and dialed on Rory's cellphone.

"The sun - it's back to normal, right? That's... That's good, yeah? That means it's over," Rory said, trying to get some confirmation from anyone but the Doctor kept dialing and so was Avalon now on her phone. He felt Amy stir in his arms and looked down, "Amy? Are you OK? Are you with us?"

"What happened?" Amy asked.

"He did it. The Doctor did it," Rory replied.

"No, I didn't," the Doctor called back.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked, then looked at Avalon, "What are you doing too?" he asked her.

"Calling Lena," she stood up and moved away from them.

"And I'm tracking the signal back. Sorry, in advance," the Doctor explained.

"About what?" Rory dreaded to ask.

"The bill," the Doctor placed the phone over his ear and spoke, "Oi, I didn't say you could go! Article 57 of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established, level 5 planet, and you were going to burn it? What...? Did you think no-one was watching? You lot, back here. Now!" he tossed the gone back to Rory, "OK. Now I've done it," he headed out of the war.

"Did he just bring them back? Did he just save the world from aliens and then bring all the aliens back again?" Rory called after them, Amy following the Doctor out.

"Rory, hush, I'm on the phone," Avalon also walked out.

~ 0 ~

"Avalon I don't know what's going on but there was this big spaceship with a large eye like the one on Amy's wall and I'm scared and I don't know-"

"Lena, Lena, Lena, calm down! It'll be okay!" Avalon hushed her twin sister down through the phone while following the Doctor down a corridor in the hospital, "Rory said you were headed for Amy's place, yeah?"

"Mhm," Lena sniffled.

"Okay, then stay there, it's completely safe now. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay..."

Avalon hung up and glared at the Doctor ahead of her, "You better have a good reason for bringing back that spaceship, stupid man! Lena is scared out of her wits and she's all alone!"

"She'll be less afraid when she finds out that the spaceship will never return," he countered calmly.

"Where are you going?" Amy asked.

"The roof. No, hang on," the Doctor stopped and entered a new room, a changing room.

"What's in here?" Avalon asked, confused.

"Nothing you'll be stealing, got it?"

"You're not gonna let it go are you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You don't steal!"

"Well I have and I don't care!"

"That is not the little girl I met five minutes ago!"

"Twelve years happened and she's had to grow up, alright!?" she shouted, leaving an air of silence fall over them.

The Doctor admitted that was a true statement, but it didn't mean he was going to let it go so easily. Right now he would have to focus on the threatening aliens up in the sky, but soon as he was done he was going to go back with Avalon. "Fine," he said and turned for the racks of clothes.

"What are we doing here?" Rory questioned.

"I'm saving the world - I need a decent shirt. To hell with the raggedy. Time to put on a show!" the Doctor sifted through the racks, throwing things he didn't like to the side.

"You just summoned aliens back to Earth. Actual aliens," Rory insisted on reminding everyone of that pending, stupid action while the Doctor took off his tattered clothes, "Deadly aliens, aliens of death, and now you're taking your clothes off... Amy, he's taking his clothes off."

"Turn your back if it embarrasses you," the Doctor said, unperturbed with an audience.

"Are you stealing clothes now? And you're on about it with me?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, turning around as Rory already had, "I didn't take you for being a hypocrite, you know."

"Oi, most of these people are dead. Now, that's not something I like but I'm in need of new clothes so button it up, red!"

Avalon rolled her eyes and looked at Amy, "Excuse you," Amy had remained looking at the Doctor, "You have a boyfriend," and she turned Amy around.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor was now wearing a pink and white, buttoned-up, long-sleeved, plaid shirt with braces and several ties draped around his neck. He walked out onto the roof with Rory, Avalon and Amy standing a bit back.

"So this was a good idea, was it? They were leaving," Amy reminded.

"Leaving is good. Never coming back is better. Come on, then! The Doctor will see you now," he called out and the eye from the spaceship disconnected and scanned him.

"You are not of this world."

"No, but I've put a lot of work into it," the Doctor said, casually looking at a tie then holding it out, "I don't know. What do you think?"

"Is this world important?"

"Important? What's that mean, important?" he tossed a tie back and Rory caught it, "6 billion people live here - is that important? Here's a better question. Is this world a threat to the Atraxi?" he threw another tie which landed on Avalon's shoulder, making her sigh in annoyance, "Well, come on. You're monitoring the whole planet. Is this world a threat?"

The Atraxi projected a hologram of the Earth with scenes of its history, "No."

"Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?"

"No."

"OK. One more. Just one. Is this world protected? Because you're not the first lot to come here," as the Doctor spoke, a projection showed his various enemies, "Oh, there have been so many! And what you've got to ask is... what happened to them?" the projection started playing out his entire incarnations beginning with his first all the way to his current, "Hello. I'm the Doctor. Basically... run!"

"Wow," Avalon breathed in fascination. As the ship departed, Avalon sighed of relief, "And that's my cue to get the hell out of here," she pulled out her inhaler and dashed out.

Amy and Rory cheered behind the Doctor, both laughing and hugging. The Doctor felt something nearly burn in his pocket and reached inside to pull out the TARDIS key that glowed.

"Is that it? Is that them gone for good? Who were they?" Amy's laughter faded as she saw that the Doctor wasn't there anymore.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor ran into Amy's back garden up to the TARDIS, seeing the box had taken a new shade of blue, "OK! What have you got for me this time?" he opened the door and stepped inside, completely amazed at the new interior, " Look at you! Oh, you sexy thing! Look at you!"

The interior was now sporting bright shades of oranges with its coral design on the walls. The console stood on a raised, glass platform with steps leading up to it, even creating a lower level underneath it. There remained a second floor with stairs going up to more corridors.

The Doctor ran up to the console and flicked on the screen, pretty much turning everything on just to see how it would work. However, the screen directed itself with something quite interesting that made the Doctor stop...

~ 0 ~

"You have to let go! Please! She needs help!" Avalon was kicking and screaming as a group of policemen and women were dragging her away.

"Let her go," the grown up Lena Reynolds cried after them, slowing down when she felt her air begin to struggle.

"Refusing arrest will be added to your charges," one of the policemen warned Avalon.

"I don't care, you blundering idiot! My sister needs me!" Avalon actually tried biting them just to see if she could get free for a moment.

"What's going on!?" the Doctor ran out of Amy's garden into the sidewalk, in the middle of Avalon being taken away and Lena on his other side, struggling to stay on her feet.

"Doctor, please! Help her!" Avalon managed to reach inside her pocket and tried tossing the inhaler, "It's for her, please help her!"

"Avalon..." Lena dropped to her knees, her hand on her chest as she breathed heavier and faster.

"Say you'll help her, promise you'll help her! Promise me!" Avalon shouted, still resisting the police officers.

The Doctor nodded, "I promise," he reached for the inhaler and looked at Avalon. She'd stolen for Lena...she'd stolen for her sister. That was her good reason...

Avalon stopped struggling when she saw him move to Lena's side.

"Avalon Reynolds, you are under arrest," a police officer hand cuffed her behind her back. But Avalon didn't care, she watched her sister be cared for her. That was all she needed to go in peace.

"Here, take this," the Doctor handed the inhaler to Lena, helping her sit up a little.

Lena blinked when she looked at the man beside her, "You're...you're him..." she smiled, taking the inhaler from his hands, "...you're the fairytale man."

The Doctor nodded and encouraged her to use the inhaler. He could tell her voice had somewhat settled since he'd last seen her. It didn't sound scratchy but it still sounded a bit fragile. He looked to where Avalon had been and saw she and the police officers were gone. He looked back to Lena, "C'mon, you should have something to drink."

"Oh, but...my sister..." Lena took his hand and used it for support as she stood up, "...I can't leave her. My dad will be fuming when he finds out she's in jail again."

"Again?"

Lena nodded, "We're no longer little girls, fairy tale man. Avalon's changed...and it's my fault."

The Doctor looked at her curiously, "How so?"

Lena opened her mouth to respond when she collapsed, falling forwards. He caught her and scooped her into his arms, deciding to bring her into the TARDIS for a good check up.

~ 0 ~

Lena found herself in a white room she'd never seen before. She laid on a bed and turned her head to see the Doctor working on a machine, "What's going on?" her voice trembled, "Fairy tale man, what is this?"

"Don't be afraid," he quickly hurried to her side, "I only gave you a bit of medicine to help with that asthma and then I sort of ran tests on you."

"I'm sick, there's your result," she sat up and looked around.

"I think you're forgetting the part where it said you're not naturally human."

Lena looked at him with surprise, "How-how did you-"

"I'm an alien, Lena. I sort of have the machines to figure it out with. You're human alright," he took a seat beside her, "But...not like the rest of the humans on this planet," he smiled softly, "You're from New Earth."

"Yeah..."

"You traveled back in time," the Doctor said, quite impressed with the fact, "How come?"

Lena shrugged, "Don't know. Mum and Dad used to say they preferred an earth like this. A calm environment to raise children in."

"I like this earth too. Though I'm still a bit intrigued by your family."

"How come?"

"Cos of your illness. See, the New Earth humans don't have the type of immune system you have, and I assume your family has."

"We're from an evolved group of humans. My parents said that their ancestors arose from a group in a hospital, can you believe that?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet confused, "A hospital?"

"Yeah, it really was a fantasy story. Avalon loved it cos there was a hero..." Lena gave him a significant look, hoping he would understand that this was the origin point of her love for fairy tales, "...who cured them all."

The Doctor's eyed widened, "Oh...oh wow...that's a turn of events. Never thought what could happen then they'd start to reproduce." He ran a hand through his hair and began to smile. "And...and so that's why your sister knew me?"

"She loves that story," Lena sheepishly shared.

"Okay, so then...this is why your immune system has..."

"The humans you rescued evolved with the cures you implanted in their bodies until one day, they just walked with a little bit of a cure for every disease. We're not supposed to be sick," Lena explained, "But I was born with a mutation in my genes that makes my system attack itself and weaken my state."

"I'm sorry," the Doctor took her hand, "Believe me, I'm really sorry."

"It's not your fault, I just got what I got. I'm okay with it," Lena then sighed, "But my family..." she sighed again, "...Avalon. Doctor, please, just like you helped me, help her."

"What can I do?"

"Can't you get her out of jail or something? She can't go there anymore, not because of me. Help her please."

The Doctor nodded, "I'll see what I can do," he stood up, "But I want you to stay here and rest until I get back."

She nodded and let him go on his way.

~ 0 ~

Avalon was boredly sitting on the wooden bench in her cell, resting against the wall when an officer walked up and started unlocking it, "You're free to go," he said and opened up the cell.

Avalon stood up, confused, "What?"

"You're free to go now c'mon."

"How is that possible?" she walked out nonetheless. "No one's paid the fine yet."

"There was a request from her highness."

"The Queen wanted me free?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, not an ounce of belief in her.

"Apparently so, now do yourself a favor and get out of here, Reynolds."

Avalon sighed, "Yeah, we'll see."

She walked out of the cell corridors and into the front office to gather up her belongings. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could have sworn she saw someone watching her. She spun around, only barely catching the glimpse of a man with brown hair. She raised an eyebrow and took several steps after them, but she saw no one.

"Reynolds," one of the officers behind the desk called and she whipped her head back. He slid her purse back to her. "Stay out of trouble, will you?"

"Like I told Joshua in the cells, we'll see," Avalon briefly smiled and took her bag off the counter. She turned around and started walking out, never catching the Doctor hidden on the side.

"Avalon Reynolds..." he gave a small shake of his head, "...what happened?"

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Author's Note:

Hi there! I'm so happy to finally put this story out there. I have to say that out of the 3 OCs I've written into Doctor Who 'Avalon' is definitely my favorite. And while I'm at it, if you're interested in reading 2 more OCs for Doctor Who you can go to my profile and check out Next Stop, Everywhere with an OC/10th Doctor pairing and also The Beginning of Everything with an OC/10th Doctor pairing!

And just to clarify, Avalon is OC #1 who looks like Rachelle Lefevre! Her sister, Lena (OC #2) will look like Bella Heathcote!